Chapter 2
The stare down between the two was intense, deadly and felt as if it lasted for an eternity. Naeh stayed on her knees as she slowly moved back from the sword, her bright green eyes locked onto his now just as green eyes. She felt the deep, menacing growl just as much as she heard it rumble in his throat. She gave a small smile before clasping her hands together and bowing at his feet.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation!" She started, almost hysterically. He raised an eyebrow in annoyance. "Ok, so I kinda did, but I'm just so antsy and hyper and I have nothing to do! I didn't mean to eavesdrop on something so important is what I meant to say,"
She felt venom in his stare, barely noticed the fangs protruding from his lips and quietly gulped.
"Please don't kill me." She whined.
With an audible groan, Vergil sheathed his sword and pinched his nose in irritation. He glared at her with such an intensity, Naeh felt as if she'd melt. His eyes stopped glowing after he heard the quiet whimper escape her lips.
"Just. Go." He growled. "You are, quite literally, worth too much to kill at this moment."
She nodded and swiftly made her way back downstairs, seating herself beside Narah, her energy disappearing into thin air. Narah looked at her friend up and down, raising her eyebrow in mild curiosity before returning her attention to the show.
"I'm getting details after this." She stated in a tone letting Naeh know that she had no choice.
Vergil walked down the stairs not too long after, an aura of anger surrounding his person. Naeh quietly whimpered before scooting closer to her friend for safety. The elder twin glanced at her for a second, his pride rising minutely at her reaction. Naeh stared straight ahead, not even bothering to give Narah a response.
It was late in the evening when everyone retired to their own rooms, except Dante who was drinking on the couch. Narah was about to join him when Naeh entered, preparing to explain why her hyperness disappeared earlier.
"So, I'm guessing it has to do with Vergil." The blue haired girl stated, studying the other girl's face.
"Vergil, yes." She nodded slowly. "And listening in on a conversation that I wasn't supposed too."
"Details. Now."
Naeh smiled and chuckled before describing the short conversation she overheard with Vergil on the phone. Narah couldn't help but laugh, hoping this meant a bit of blackmail. They sat there for a few minutes, trying to figure out who he could've been talking about.
"Well, while you figure it out, I'm gonna go get drunk with Dante." Narah smirked. "Hopefully, something else as well."
"Gods, woman, you are bad." Naeh chuckled at the girl as they walked out of the room. She looked at the already drinking Dante. "Have fun."
The candy cane haired girl walked up the stairs, towards her room, while Narah joined the younger twin at the table for drinks. Dante gave her a smirk as he slid her a glass, with a daring look in his eyes. She returned with a sly smile before grabbing the glass and downing it.
"Want to make this fun and interesting?" Dante asked, giving her another.
"Now, how can I turn that down?" Narah asked, lightly sipping this one with a gleam in her eyes.
"A bet, to see who can hold their alcohol better." He continued. "Winner gets, say, $1000?" He leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the table.
"Sounds good to me. What about the loser?" She asked, taking another small sip.
The smirk appearing on Dante's lips followed by the smirk on Narah's would have scared most people.
Naeh walked up and down the hall, pacing fervently, not able to keep herself still. Unbeknownst to her, Vergil was watching her in slight annoyance and very little curiosity. As far as he could tell, she really couldn't stay still. What the hell was wrong with this human girl?
After a minute or two of pacing, she stopped in front of Vergil's closed bedroom door. He growled to himself as he watched. Naeh stared at the door before sighing in depression, then continuing on to her pacing. Vergil finally realized she looked sad and conflicted. He decided to make himself known, causing the girl to run right into him.
"V…Vergil!" She stuttered as she jumped back, straightening her shirt. "I'm so sorry, I…I thought you were in your room…"
"Any reason why you were pacing in front of my door?" He growled, keeping his eyes locked into hers.
"I…I was th…thinking…" She started slowly and unsuccessfully. With his eyes boring into hers, she wanted to shiver. Or melt. She didn't know which.
"Get on with it." He ordered.
"I was thinking of a way to apologize to you." She muttered slowly and quietly after taking a deep breath. Vergil raised an eyebrow in response. "I know you probably don't believe me, but I do feel really bad for letting my curiosity get the better of me. I want to make it up to you somehow."
He studied her for a little bit, keeping his gaze locked onto hers. He could tell she was sincere, she really did want to make it up to him. Vergil decided he'd let her. Naeh noticed his gaze turn downstairs for a short time before back at her. She swore she saw him smirking, or maybe it was a lip spasm.
"Fine. You can make it up to me." He finally spoke after a few moments of silence. "Dante has no use as he is drinking until he passes out tonight. So I'll need a sparring partner and your friend is also drinking tonight."
"Sparring?" She questioned fearfully. "I'm not so sure on that…"
"It's the only way I'll let your insolence slide." He stated as he narrowed his eyes, giving her an icy cold glare.
"I…yeah, all right." She said after a second, feeling like her death was inching closer.
He nodded his head before turning to walk down the stairs, motioning for her to follow him. She gulped quietly as she did, feeling the color leaving her face. As they entered the kitchen, intending to walk outside, they were stopped by a drunk Dante and Narah.
"What are you doing with little Miss Naeh, Verg?" Dante asked, a playful smile towards the two.
"Since you have decided now would be a good time to drink yourself into a stupor, Naeh has agreed to be my sparring partner." Vergil responded coldly.
"Hah! Naeh, go easy on the man." The blue haired girl laughed, a large half empty bottle in her hands. "Bet you'd rather have s..."
Naeh punched the girl in the shoulder hard, glaring as fiercely as she could.
Vergil glared at Narah as he continued towards the back door with Naeh not too far behind. The backyard was a good large size, large enough to have another building in the far corner. It was a one story simplified building that looked like it was made out of reinforced materials as well as no windows. Naeh looked at the building then at Vergil.
"So, what, is this your apocalypse doomsday safe house or something?" She asked with confusion.
"Something like that." He replied with a hint of sarcasm. Naeh stared at the back of his head as they walked in. The inside was much bigger than the outside as well as designed as a huge training ground.
Vergil walked over to the far right wall, where several different swords sat on a display stand, glancing at Naeh to follow him. As she got closer she noticed that half the swords were real, the other half were wooden. The older man picked up a couple of wooden swords and handed one to her.
"I feel like both Dante and Narah would make a sexual joke right about now." Naeh half-heartedly joked. She felt Vergil hit her softly on the head. She rubbed the spot while glaring at him with one open eye.
"The only thing I want you to think about is not getting killed." Vergil responded. "Wooden or not, act as if I really am coming at you with the intention of killing."
She nodded her head slowly and, breathing in deeply, walked to the center of the arena. She noticed Vergil held his sword in a samurai style, up against his left hip. She stood still, mimicking his stance. Vergil raised his head, his stare as ice cold as always, yet noticing her eyes were not on his.
In a second, he was in her face; the sword striking hard against her own. She managed to block his first attack. He quickly changed the direction of his hands, aiming for her legs. She blocked that as well, but he quickly swept her legs out from under her. He stood straight as she landed on her back. He heard her groan in pain, he heard it change into a growl and then he felt a sharp strike against the back of his knees, causing him to bow. He blocked the kick aiming for his chest as she blocked the punch aiming for her stomach.
They quickly backed away from each other, stances set with swords in hand. Naeh no longer appeared afraid, giving Vergil more incentive to continue attacking fiercely. He charged her again, moving the sword as fast as he could every time he heard a clack against the other one. He wasn't expecting a harsh sting against his ribcage the moment he knew he hit her flesh. Swords were dropped in that moment.
He balled up his fists, striking her several times in a row. Instead of falling over, she made on onslaught of punches against him as well. Vergil slowly begun to forget he was fighting a human girl as he started to concentrate more power into his punches. He forgot the damage he was really doing as Naeh refused to back down against the pain and continue to fight back as hard as she could.
In an instance of competitiveness, Vergil summoned the Devil Arm Beowulf. He blocked a kicked aiming for his neck with one hand, completely missing the hiss in pain, and struck her hard in the chest with the other hand. She landed a few good feet away from him. He stood up straight, his hair now lying flat against his face, and looked over at her direction.
Naeh was having a hard time pushing herself back up. Bruises already noticeable on the exposed flesh, the worst one being on her leg where Vergil blocked the kick. He watched as she slowly stood up, gritting her teeth in pain, and walk a few steps before hissing and falling back down. He cautiously made his way towards her. As he got closer, he realized if she put any more pressure on her left leg, it would break.
"Yeah, I deserved that." She chuckled as he ducked down to inspect the other bruises he had created. "Any chance I'm forgiven now?"
Vergil looked at her, studying her face. She was smiling, hell laughing even, and didn't appear to be in all that much pain. The tears bunched up at the corners of her eyes said she was doing her best to hide it. He growled to himself, for multiple reasons, before picking her up bridal style. He didn't notice her face turning cherry red.
It was much later than it felt, the moon and stars lighting up the sky brilliantly. If no one knew who they were, if no one noticed the bruises all over Naeh, the scene would look a little romantic. He walked into the back door of the house, scoffing at the new scene of Dante shirtless and passed out and Narah curled on the couch sleeping soundly.
He gently placed Naeh on the counter, on the only clean spot. He stepped over Dante, walking to the far cabinet, and rummaging through the contents. He pulled out a small container full of green shaped stars. Stepping back over his brother, Vergil approached Naeh and handed her one of the stars.
"Eat." He said simply, yet in a commanding voice. Naeh blinked a few times before nibbling on the star. She made a disgusted face before giving a pleading look to Vergil. "Disgusting or not, eat it."
"What it is?" She asked, nibbling again and trying hard not to make a face.
"Crystalized demon fluids." He answered dryly. "The green stars are for health."
Vergil watched her as she slowly nibbled on the star. Every other bite, she made a slightly disgusted face. He scoffed as he approached her, grabbing the star out of her hand. He held it up to her mouth.
"Eat it in one bite, it'll be over with." He growled. "And your bruises will be gone by tomorrow morning."
"Don't do that." She stated, eyes looking away from his. She took the star and did as he suggested. "It's not a good thing to do."
"What? Fixing the wounds I caused to my ward so that she doesn't die?" He growled again, his temper flaring.
"Not that." She responded, slowly dropping off of the counter. She winced when she put her weight on her left leg, but managed to stand. "I meant the growling thing."
Vergil raised an eyebrow in response, watching her as she slowly walked away. He chuckled darkly when he saw her face as she looked up at the stairs, yet continued to study her as she slowly made her way up. After a few seconds, he sighed to himself and walked over to pick her up. He dropped her back down once they reached the top.
"You should get some sleep." Vergil stated coldly. He turned his back on her as he walked towards his bedroom. "And, yes, you are forgiven."
Vergil shut his door as Naeh stood there for a little bit longer. She now had a pretty big smile plastered on her face even during the pain of walking towards her room. I really hope he was right when he said the bruises would be gone. She thought to herself as she finally laid down, knowing she would have a hard time falling asleep.
