Chapter 3

The sun had been shining through the window for a few hours when Narah finally woke up. She growled at the light hitting her in the face and threw the closest object at the window. She never heard anything so she opened her eyes and saw she had thrown an empty bottle at Vergil, who had caught it and was now glaring at her.

"Oh god, it's you." She growled. "What do you want this morning?"

"Morning? It's the middle the afternoon." Vergil spat at her. "It's not my fault you decided to get drunk like my brother last night."

"Don't bring that up." Dante groaned. He didn't appear to have a hangover, but he didn't seem happy either. "I'm never going to live this one done."

Narah slowly started to wake up, a wicked smile painting her lips. She laughed a little as she raised herself off the couch, looking around for signs of Naeh. The normally hyperactive girl was nowhere to be seen or heard.

"Weird." The bluette muttered to herself. "Hey, Ice Queen, do you know where Naeh is?"

Vergil narrowed his eyes, hand hovering over his sword, before turning his nose up at her. "She's in bed, sleeping off last night's sparring match. She's still too sore to really move properly."

"Verg, if I didn't know you..." Dante started as Narah laughed. "I'd say that was an innuendo for having sex. Unfortunately, I do know you. And honestly, I don't even think you know what sex is." Sarcasm laced his tone lazily as the younger twin looked up at the elder.

"Leave him alone." Narah said, not bothering to hide her smirk. "It's been a while since she's been sore."

Vergil pinched the bridge of his nose, growling deeply to himself, as Narah finally stood up. The girl was wearing nothing more than her underwear and didn't seemed fazed in the lightest. The older devil brother scoffed out in disgust as she walked up the stairs. Dante followed the bluette saunter closely with hungry eyes.

"Dante, do you ever think about anything else?" Vergil asked in repulsion.

"Sometimes, but it usually falls back." The red clad twin said with a sly grin. "And don't act like you don't think they're hot. Especially Narah. Man, she holds herself well."

"I have to deal with your insolence and attitude enough." Vergil responded coldly. "I can barely deal with hers."

"Fine, just means I can keep her all to myself." Dante gave him a winning smile. "You can go have another sparring match with Naeh."

"I hate you."

I love you too."

Narah opened the bedroom door to Naeh's room. And held back laughter as she saw her friend just barely opening her eyes. Her hair was down and all over her face as she was lying on her stomach in nothing more than short sleeping shorts and a sports bra.

Naeh yawned before stretching out like a cat and sitting up; a few light bruises decorating her body. The blue haired girl laughed and shot a very sly grin at her, causing a massive blush to creep across her nose. Their silence said over a thousand words.

"It…it's not what it looks like!" Naeh almost shouted as she became more flustered. Narah rolled her eyes, the grin becoming more mischievous. "I swear! We were actually sparring, fighting! I would never do that with him!" She continued on, her blush getting worse as she started to throw her pillows at the other girl.

"Don't lie, you think he's sexy." Narah teased and laughed as Naeh's face was the same shade red as Dante's coat.

"Ok, fine." She replied as Narah sat down beside her. "Yes, I think he's sexy. Very handsome and fine and…god-like sexy. Happy?"

Naeh looked over at her friend with a small glare, but Narah wasn't paying attention to her. Her gaze was locked on the door with her signature smirk. Confused, the blonde looked over at the open door only to see Vergil staring right back at her. Her eyes grew wide as her blush was now a very dark shade of red. Narah started chuckling to herself as the twin turned away and walked to his room.

"I'm gonna die." Naeh whispered. "If not by embarrassment then by his own hand."

"Nah, he won't do anything." Narah laughed. "If you die, it's by embarrassment."

"I hate you."

"Nope. You love me."

It had been a week since Vergil found out what Naeh thought. He rarely showed himself after that, only coming out of his room when it was time to eat. Narah did her best to make her blonde friend feel better, even though the girl hid behind a smile. Dante didn't notice anything had changed.

"So, babe, what are we watching today?" Dante asked her as he took a seat right beside her.

"Naeh picked the movie today." Narah responded, acting as if she didn't noticed how close he was to her. "And she picked a horror movie, so I'm going to need a cuddle buddy." She flashed him a quick smile.

"I think I can handle that job." Dante returned the smile as Vergil walked down the stairs.

The older twin had a phone in hand, looking as though he just got off of it with someone. He seemed frustrated and very much annoyed. Naeh kept her attention on the TV, ignoring his presence.

"What got your panties in a bunch?" Narah asked him, mocking his sour face.

"You ok, Vergil?" Dante asked with a hint of concern. "You seem…more pissed off than usual."

"Perfectly fine." He growled. "Just wanting to viciously rip apart a few hundred human beings."

"We're about to watch Saw." Naeh chirped up finally. "It might help."

He shot a glare towards her, only to see she still wasn't looking at him. He studied her for a few seconds before actually taking the open seat next to her, his glare still icy cold as he looked at the screen.

"Is it bloody?" He asked in a venomous tone.

"Very."

"People die?"

"Horribly. And it's a huge mind-fuck type of game." Her voice stayed monotone and calm.

"One movie. That's it."

"Mmk." Naeh finally hit play.

The movie hadn't been running long when both Narah and Dante left the living room and headed outside. It was a cool and crisp night, the scent in the air promising rain later on in the night. The bluette leaned against the nearest tree and breathed in deeply.

"Well, Vergil is enjoying himself at least." Dante started. "Which is odd, but who cares. You don't seem to be enjoying yourself, babe."

"Not big on horror movies. Not sure how she sits through them with either a blank face or wicked grin." Narah responded. "Just wish there was something more to do."

"Well, we could do what my brother and the hyper girl did a while ago." He stated casually, a small smirk on his lips. "If you're up to it."

"Sounds interesting to me." She smiled back. "Wanna make a bet of it?"

"Just the fight, thank you." He playfully grimaced. "Still dealing with the losses from the last time."

She shrugged lightly as she followed Dante into the training building. As Dante walked over to the sword rack, she spun around lightly with a slight awe in her eyes. He had a gleam in his eyes as he grabbed two wooden swords, tossing one to her.

"Know how to handle one, sweetheart?" He asked lightly, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Very well, honey." She smiled back just as playfully while stroking it.

Dante laughed, but said no more, opting to stand in a ready position instead. Narah grinned wildly as she did the same. Dante charged without warning, noticing she did as well. His smile widened as he struck the sword against her own multiple times in succession. He moved quickly and forcefully, causing the much smaller person to move backwards.

His smile was as big as a Cheshire cat's, and his attacks were fast, powerful and unrelenting. He could hear and feel when she blocked the attacks and when they made contact with her body. What he didn't feel was when her attacks made contact with his body. Not until she used her legs to trip him and tackle him to the ground, not until she was fully straddling him, did he finally feel something else. He was met with fierce red eyes and a frisky smirk. He returned it before crashing lips together forcefully. They stayed like that for a while before breaking apart.

"I don't think this is what Vergil and Naeh did while in here." Narah teased the man.

"I don't really care." He responded back, his tone low and husky. "The only thing I care about is being a little more comfortable. Would you like to continue this in my bedroom?"

"Hell yes." She said with a second's thought.

Both jumped up, almost running back to the house. Neither realized the time it was until they actually entered the house. The lights and TV were off while Vergil and Naeh were nowhere to be scene. After looking around for a few seconds, both of their faces split into a sly grin as they quietly made their way to Dante's room.

The moment the door was shut, Dante almost slammed Narah against the wall, mouths locked. He couldn't get enough of her. Her feel, her taste, her smell. Everything. He wanted more. After a heavy make-out session, he moved them to his bed. He almost crushed her as he used his weight to push her farther into the mattress. He felt his skin burn lovingly wherever she touched. His cheeks, his lips, his neck.

More, please more.

The sun hit him square in the face, causing the devil boy to wake up with a growl. A dream? He groaned as he rubbed his eyes, irritation eating at him. Until he heard a quiet grumble coming from beside him. He looked over to see a shirtless Narah, fast asleep, using his coat as a blanket. Guess not. He smirked to himself.

As far as he could tell, it was late in the afternoon and someone was in the living room judging by the noise. Multiple people in fact. As Dante started to wake up, he could feel a steady rise in Vergil's power. Oh shit, it's today? Dante growled to himself, waking up Narah.

"What's up?" She grumbled as she tried to bury herself further into the mattress.

"It'll explain itself in a bit." He grumbled, getting dressed as fast as he could. "But for now, I need you to stay here."

He pulled on a shirt, deciding to leave his coat over the girl, as she looked over him in confusion. He gave her a slight pleading look and, in response, she lay back down. Dante rushed out of his bedroom and almost regretted it. There was Vergil, sword drawn, growling and phasing between Devil Trigger while glaring down the three humans standing in the doorway. Over near the stairs was Naeh, watching the scene while holding a small white haired boy, no older than three. Oh, fuck.

"Vergil, calm down." Dante started as he approached the snarling blue devil. "I'm sure it's not as bad as you think it is."

"Back off, Dante." Vergil growled low and dark. "You weren't here, you didn't hear what they are planning on doing."

Dante shot a glance towards Naeh for an explanation. She was holding the child tightly as he sobbed against her chest, he didn't sense any fear from either person. The boy was very upset, though he couldn't tell why.

"It's not like you'll win." One of the humans, a blonde female, sneered. "According to the human female judge, you need to have a more human setting for the child as well as a mother-like person to help you out."

Vergil growled again, ready to attack. He slowly slid the sword back, drawing power into the blade, when he felt a soft hand on his chest. Naeh was beside him, still holding the child who was no longer crying, but asleep in her arms.

"He does have a mother-like figure in the house." She responded.

Vergil and Dante both stared at her in confused awe. Dante's mouth had actually dropped and Vergil slowly sheathed his sword. Naeh smiled gently as she cradled the boy closer to her.

"As you can see, I'm great with kids." She chirped happily and passive-aggressively. "There's no need for this to turn violent. I'm sure you're underestimating Vergil's capacity. Now, if you don't mind, anymore of this and you'll put the child into a very depressive state."

The people sneered at her, one of them flipping her off as they left the house. She kept the smile on her face as she rocked the boy in her arms and Narah walked out of Dante's room. The silence was awkward and thick with confusion. It was either the tension or the pure silence, but the boy woke up. He looked around frantically, looking as if he was about to cry again, until he spotted Vergil and reached out his arms in a panic.

Vergil's face softened as he grabbed the boy from Naeh, holding him close to his chest, as he quietly whispered promises of everything being all right. Narah stood by and watched with a very confused look on her face.

"So, Narah," Dante stared slowly. "This is Nero, Vergil's son, and he's going to be staying with us."

"I got that." Narah stated. "What I don't get is what's with the idiots who just left."

"People from his mother's family." Vergil answered, a light venomous tone. "She died giving birth to him and they blame me as I am a half devil. They don't want him anywhere near me, which is why we're having a huge battle over custody."

"Apparently, he has to have a mainly human kind of household to keep him." Naeh added. "Which, I find unfair. Isn't he part devil too?"

"We don't know." Dante and Vergil responded together.

"He's too young to know anything yet." Vergil finished, cradling Nero tighter. "Fully human or part devil, I don't care. They will not keep my son from me."

"Nero wants Daddy." Nero said quietly, lifting himself up. "Nero doesn't like other people."

Naeh and Narah almost fainted at the next scene as Vergil actually looked like he was close to crying.

"You know, if anyone ever tells me you don't have a heart…" Naeh started. "I'll kill them myself after seeing all of this."

Vergil glanced at her, an unknown emotion in his eyes. Nero turned and looked over at her and held out his arms. She smiled and reached out as he hugged her, pulling her closer to the blue devil.

"Nero likes you." He stated. "Promise to help Daddy?"

"I promise." Naeh smiled at the boy and nuzzled his face, causing him to laugh. "But, I'm guessing you're hungry. So why don't we go find some food to eat?"

He nodded and pulled himself into her arms. She giggled and motioned for Narah to follow her into the kitchen, leaving the two half devils alone. Dante looked over at his brother who, was standing still and silent, looked like he felt awkward and out of place.

"Well, it seems like you have a better, non-killing way of fighting for your son." Dante said, not sure where he was going with this.

"She was the first one to jump into the fight…" Vergil quietly spoke. "The moment he started crying, when they scared him, she jumped in and proceeded to put them in their place. Verbally, at least."