Disclaimer: I wish I owned Devil May Cry, but don't.
Note: I hope you like this one. I listened to a lot of love songs while writing this, that could explain for the difference in this chapter from the others. Or I'm just tired and seeing everything as different. And there's kind of an explanation of what could happen later on. Please read and review.
After several days of hard work in making the weapons for Rona, Dante and Virgil were finally ready to present them to her.
"Silver and gold guns?" Virgil asked.
"Yeah." Dante held the guns out for Virgil to inspect. "I thought they would be the right colors for her. What did you make?"
Virgil pulled out a pair of short swords. The blades curved like a saber's with swirls of red. "I saved some red orbs from the last demon and put them into the metal. They should strengthen the swords against demons." Virgil paused.
"What are we going to do?" He asked.
"What?" Dante was somewhat confused.
"If she turns against us, can you kill her? After all, you are a demon hunter. She's going to be a full demon soon." Virgil looked to his brother to make sure he understood.
"Could you?" Dante replied, turning the question back on Virgil.
Virgil glanced down at the swords. "If I had to, I would." He answered.
"I won't let her turn against us." Dante said quietly. "I'm going to do everything I can to keep her with us. But you're going to have to try too, Virgil. She'll fall without both of us to help her. She can't stay in the light unless we're there to keep her eyes from darkness."
"Since when are you poetic?" Virgil asked, amused.
Dante smiled with slight embarrassment. "I read a few of her books. Mostly her notebooks with the song lyrics."
"Prying into her private thoughts?" Virgil turned towards a lone tree. "In my dreams the darkness calls, heaven's light shining for all. I hear a voice pleading for me to stay. Whether I follow, whether I stray, the voice is always pleading, pleading for me to stay."
"I see I'm not the only one reading her work." Dante grinned at the thought. "How much have you memorized?"
"More than you would care to." Virgil turned back to his brother; a sly, knowing grin crept into his serious eyes.
"All of them?" Dante asked.
Virgil nodded and soon motioned for them to go back to Rona's apartment.
They found Rona lying on the couch, her feet over an armrest and her head propped up by several pillows. She held a think book, which she was halfway through. "I could get used to this." She said before turning the page. "I've never been able to read so fast."
"She had better not turn into you." Dante mumbled to Virgil.
Rona put the book down and asked, "Are they finally finished?" Her eyes sparkled as she waited for the answer.
Dante casually pulled out the new pair of guns and, showing off, spun them around to "demonstrate their perfection," as he would later tell Virgil.
"They're beautiful." She squealed as she watched Dante hold them out to her.
"Made by and expert marksman." Dante bragged.
"An expert marksman who couldn't hit a demon standing a few feet in front of him." Virgil ignored his brother's glares and handed Rona the two short swords.
After gently placing the pistols on the couch, she pulled both swords out of their leather sheaths and silently examined the blades.
"When can we start?" She asked without much hesitation.
"No." Dante and Virgil answered.
Full of disappointment, Rona asked why.
"There's something we need to learn first." Virgil took the swords from her and soon asked, "What happens when you are no longer human?"
With a confused look on her face, Rona tilted her head like a bird and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Will you try to kill us?" Virgil was growing impatient.
"How am I supposed to know?" She nearly yelled.
"Your dreams." Virgil reminded. "They have played a part in telling you what's about to happen. I'm sure they have told you who you'll fight."
Rona turned away from Virgil and answered, "I haven't seen a face. I don't even know if it's a human. All I know is the one who has sent the demons hides in darkness. Whether it's darkness of its mind or shadows, I can't tell. And I don't know if I can win in a fight against this faceless enemy. It scares me to think that I could die even though I'm not really human any more. I don't want to lose my humanity only to lose the life that has replaced it."
"You won't die." Dante gently caressed her left shoulder as he moved to stand closer to her. "I promise that I'll do everything I can to keep you alive.
Rona looked up into his pale blue eyes. A smile crept over her lips. "I wish I could have gotten this crystal sooner." She whispered. "Then you guys could have helped me see that I wasn't worthless when everyone I knew told me I was… Thank you." Before Dante knew what was happening, Rona wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes as she listened to his heartbeat.
Virgil was about to leave when he heard Rona's voice. "Don't leave me." She whispered.
He turned to see she was facing him.
"You're not hugging me." He growled.
She shook her head. "No. But I'll kiss your hand if you'll let me."
Dante snickered. "Who's the prince and who's the princess?"
Virgil moved as though he were about to attack his brother until Rona stopped him. "No fighting in the apartment." She exclaimed the muttered, "I'm the mother of twins who are either my age or older than I am."
Dante, being unable to resist, said, "How about a kiss for your younger son?"
"What kind of kiss?" She asked teasingly.
"What kind of kiss do you want to give me?"
She pretended to ponder the question when she answered, "Not the kind of kiss you'd give a son. So, no kisses for you."
"Give it up, Dante." Virgil nearly moaned. "She's not the type to give in."
Rona leaned back on one foot and crossed her arms. "I can't believe that I'm actually hearing this. My dreams really have come true. Except for one thing."
"And that is?" Dante was eager to hear the answer for this one.
"Something that I'm not going to say." She answered with a smile.
"What's the best way to torture her?" He asked Virgil.
"We're not torturing her." Virgil walked towards Rona's room. "I'll put these next to your bed. You should probably do the same with the guns."
Rona quickly picked up the guns and trotted into her room after Virgil.
After entering she suddenly heard the door close. Spinning around, she found Virgil standing in front of the door, a look of such seriousness invaded his eyes that she almost felt she was to blame for some crime.
"I needed to talk to you, alone." He stepped away from the door and gently pressed up on Rona's chin, forcing her to look at him. "I wanted to tell you that…"
Rona looked at him curiously. Never had she heard him hesitate to say anything once he had started.
"I wanted to tell you if you ever do attempt to kill us, I will kill you at once." He whispered gently, almost as if they were words of love.
"I never doubted that you would." She whispered back, her voice choked by her last tears. "I hope you keep your promise."
She pulled away from him and, after setting the guns under her bed,started for the door. Virgil quickly grabbed her arm, stopping her in mid step. "I wasn't finished."
Hesitant, she turned towards him, her golden eyes focusing on his pale blue ones.
"I'll kill you because I—"
"What are you guys doing in there?" Dante yelled through the door. "Come on. I'm hungry and it's lunch time."
"Leave it to Dante to interrupt." Rona laughed as she opened the door, leaving Virgil with his unfinished words.
That night, before Rona was able to fall asleep, Dante and Virgil talked in the living room.
"I don't want to leave her alone. I don't know if she can be trusted, now." Virgil said as she folds his blanket and prepares to leave the room.
"So, what do you think we should do?" Dante watched his brother stand up from his place on the floor. Dante was on the couch, having lied down before Virgil could get the couch before hand, his hands under the back of his head.
"I'm going to sleep in her room." Virgil answered simply.
Dante sat up. "What?"
"I'm going to sleep on the floor in her room. How else am I going to watch her?"
"I'll come too." Dante quickly got up and wadded up his blanket before starting for Rona's room. "I have a responsibility too."
"What would that be?" Virgil muttered.
"Protecting her from demons." He paused. "She knows, doesn't she?"
Virgil calmly walked next to Dante. "According to what she said today, I'd say she does. And don't do anything to try to get closer to her, Dante. It isn't going to help keep her thinking like a human. She never thought like a human in the first place."
"You do what you think should be done. I'll do what I know is right." Dante replied.
Dante opened the door to Rona's room and tried to walk in without disturbing her.
"What are you doing?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.
"We're going to sleep in here." Virgil answered.
"What?" Rona hoped they were joking. "You are not sleeping in my room. I…" She frantically searched her mind for a good excuse. "I snore." She finished.
"So does Dante." Virgil answered as he spread his blanket on the floor.
"I do not." Dante protested.
"I talk in my sleep." She tried again.
"So does Dante."
"When have I talked in my sleep?" Dante asked.
"Last night." Virgil growled.
"I wake up in the middle of the night. I have nightmares. I'll be listening to music all night."
"We're sleeping in here so we can watch over you." Virgil explained.
"More like to watch me in case I become some monster." She mumbled.
Dante tried to find a place to put down his blanket only to find most of the floor was taken. "Where am I going to sleep?"
Rona sighed. "Climb in." She growled as she moved closer to the wall. "I warn you, though. I'm violent in my sleep."
Dante grinned and climbed in the bed behind her. "Don't worry about me." He whispered.
After feeling Dante resituate himself several times, Rona asked, "What's wrong?"
"I can't keep my arms behind me and be comfortable at the same time."
"This had better not be an excuse for you to hold me in your sleep."
"Both of you stop talking. I'm trying to sleep down here." Virgil growled.
Rona giggled and did her best to look at Dante. "Go ahead. You can help me keep warm."
She relaxed as soon as she felt Dante put his arms around her and held her close.
"This is better." He whispered to her.
"Do you plan on talking about how comfortable you are now?" Virgil asked somewhat angrily.
"You're just jealous." Dante retorted.
"Don't make me push you off." Rona mumbled. She was close to falling asleep and was getting irritated with the talking.
"I'm surprised that bed can fit the two of you." Virgil commented. "But Rona's small size helps, I'm sure."
"Do you want to sleep up here too?" Rona asked sarcastically. "I can sleep on the floor. It'll be no problem. Just let me sleep."
Dante and Rona soon felt the bed dip with someone climbing on it. "Move over." Virgil growled, forcing Dante to moved closer to the edge.
"I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep tonight." Rona muttered to herself before Virgil lied down in front of her.
"Hold onto me." Virgil whispered.
Rona did as he said and was soon asleep.
Note: I have no idea what I was think of when I finished this chapter. It was probably sleep and my music. I hope you liked this chapter. Chances are the next will be up very soon.