Note: This story is getting to be pretty long. Here's the 33rd chapter. I don't even know how many pages all of these are together. But, to answer a question that was asked and I can't remember who asked it, Rona will give birth to her baby. That will either be in the next chapter or after a few more. You'll find out why by the end. Please enjoy and if there's anything that doesn't seem right in the chapter, go ahead and tell me.

Vergil watched as Rona slept on the bed that was supposed to be Dante's. Several times he noticed her seeming to protect her unborn child. She seemed so afraid that something was going to take it from her. "What are you scared of?" He whispered.

Music suddenly blared through the open door, forcing Vergil to get up and close off the room. He knew it was probably too late, that Rona was probably already awake.

"That song sounds familiar." She said from the bed. "What is it?"

"It's one that I've heard too often. With Or Without you is the title." Vergil turned to look into her golden eyes. He always thanked whoever was the cause of him being able to look into those eyes. They were unusual. They seemed to hide the secrets of the world. "Want to dance?" He asked without thinking about it first.

"Sure." Almost hypnotized, she stood and walked to Vergil, her movements that of a cat's. She seemed curious and yet so knowing, like she didn't need to learn more of the world, that she already held all the answers.

He took one of her hands in his and slid the other on the small of her back, gently pulling her closer. His lips nearly became a slight smile as her hand roamed up to his shoulder. A hidden recognition entered her eyes, hidden from her but not from him. The thought that she was searching suddenly occurred to him. But what was she searching for? Her past? Her future? Did she believe them? Would she ever?

"The rain." She whispered, looking deep into his eyes. "The rain can make you do strange things."

Vergil smirked. "Yes it can. But there's no rain outside. The sky is clear."

She smiled up at him softly. "Are we dancing among the stars?"

"If we are, they're in your eyes." Watching her eyes shine, he slowly leaned to kiss her. There was no fear or expectation in her features, just a clearness that she knew she was where she belonged. It all drew him in more, like a moth to a flame but this flame wasn't going to destroy him. It was going to welcome him into its heart and protect him.

Her eyes slowly closed as she turned her face up to him. How often did she crave a moment like this? How long had she waited to feel his lips against hers again?

She pulled away, her eyes flying open. Again? "What's happening to me, Vergil? Why is it, that when ever I look at you, I feel like I want to be in your arms instead of anywhere else? Why do I miss something from you that I never had?"

Wondering what she was meaning, Vergil took a step towards her only to see her take a step back in turn.

"Why do you make me feel so safe?" She added before leaving the room.

Dante sat on the couch, watching TV with Lady but not caring what was going on. Vergil had practically kicked him out of his room because he thought Rona should be alone. Yet Vergil had stayed with her. The music was still playing; reminding him of that day he had found out Vergil was still alive. And Rona had always known. Why didn't she tell him? Did he ever learn the answer?

His mind wondered through these questions so much that he didn't notice Rona walking out the door. Neither did he notice Lady following her out.

"Where are you going?" Lady asked, looking at her curiously, analyzing her actions without even realizing it. Little did she know that Rona was doing the same thing.

"I needed to get out. It's too—"

"Demon ridden?" Lady finished with a smirk.

Rona smiled. "More like frustrating. Too many memories that I can't find."

"How about we go for a walk so you can tell me. They aren't going to mind."

"Rona?"

Rona turned, searching for the source of the familiar voice.

A tall woman walked out of the shadows dressed in black with blond hair so long that it nearly reached her knees. "Is that you?" She whispered.

She looked so familiar to Rona that she couldn't help but begin to cry. What was her name? "T-Trish?"

Trish slowly smiled and ran to Rona, taking her into her arms like a long lost daughter. "How did they find you?" She spoke through her tears, brushing Rona's hair down with her hand to assure herself she was real.

"I came here. I was sent by Banith to find something when they caught me." Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she laid her head on Trish's shoulder. She could remember how she had depended on her after they had first met. She remembered Trish's warning about Banith and began to curse herself for not listening. "Where have you been?"

Lady stood in the background, watching as the two women cried and held each other. She almost felt like she was intruding on a mother/daughter moment and wanted to leave. "I'll tell the guys you're here." Lady said as she turned back towards the door.

"No." Trish stopped her in mid step. "We can tell them later. For now, I want to spend some time with Rona and getting to know you. You are Lady, right?"

"Yeah. And you're Trish, Dante's partner."

"Can we walk now?" Rona asked, wiping away her tears. "If we stay here any longer Dante's going to come out and see us."

Trish chuckled, telling them she was right and leading them both into the street, forgetting that they were going in the direction of the park where Rona had been taken.

The three talked endlessly, explaining what had happened to each and how they had found themselves with the twins.

"I was one of Mundus' demons when I met Dante." Trish explained to them. "I was sent to kill Dante because he had become a threat. I tricked him to believe I was there to help him, thinking that would give me the upper hand. He believed me until I revealed who I was. But in the end he still welcomed me."

"He seems to be that way." Lady spoke. "Welcoming to women and foreboding to men. How many women has he worked with?"

"Just us three." Trish answered. "Most of his missions, lately, have been away from any attractive women." All three women laughed, knowing what Trish had meant. "I'm kind of sorry that he proposed to you, though Rona. I kind of think Vergil would be better for you."

"How would he be better for her? He's a murderer." Lady growled.

"He isn't." Rona growled back. "He has greater respect than you'll ever see. He's done so much to keep me safe. He sits in the room all night to watch me sleep. These are thing you never could think of because you look at his past instead of who he is now."

"She's defending him now?" Dante walked out of the shadows. "And what do you mean he should be the one who had proposed to her?"

Trish giggled, "So you figured out they were gone?"

"It took you a while." Lady commented.

Rona stood behind Trish, realizing the reason why she felt nervous around Dante. He was waiting for her to answer his proposal. But when did he propose to her and how? She looked down at the ring around her neck and nearly believed she could see herself sitting on a bed, opening the small velvety box that held the ring. Or was it just her imagination?

"Dante?" She asked as she stepped out from behind Trish. "How did you propose to me?"

He smiled softly. "I gave you that ring after you woke up. I had waited for an hour before you finally opened your eyes. It was something I knew I would never forget, like watching the sunrise."

"Aw." Lady said without realizing it.

"He's telling the truth. I watched from the window even though he didn't see me." Vergil stepped out from somewhere behind Rona, noting that she still had her back to him even though Trish and Lady had immediately turned to watch him. He gently ran his hand down her back, settling it at the base of her back and stepping close to her to whisper, "I was always watching. Even when I thought I hated you, I still loved you. I couldn't trust my brother enough to let you out of my sight."

Slowly, she turned to face him. "Would you have asked me if he hadn't?"

He nodded, slowly.

The five of them told various memories they had of each other, giving Rona the chance to recover more of her past. Some she could envision as she listened while other memories refused to appear to her mind's eye. Most of the memories she had recovered were of Vergil. She could remember him teaching her to fight, falling asleep in his arms as he read one of her books to her, even sitting on her bed with Vergil behind her, brushing her hair. The memory was so vivid she could almost feel the brush as it slowly moved through her hair, being gently wielded by Vergil's strong hands. She seemed to remember asking him often, sometimes getting into a mock argument about why he should. But in the end, he always did. If Dante had offered to do it instead, he'd immediately take the offer and grab the brush from her.

Rona giggled to herself. Such a memory of Vergil must have been strange for anyone to consider. But it seemed so natural to her. Sometimes it even made her feel warmth in her heart that she didn't feel when it came to memories of Dante. Her memories of Dante were usually ones of laughter and excitement. Not of calm happiness bordering on bliss or maybe even heaven.

Fingers suddenly entwined themselves in hers; making her look down at her lap to see what she thought would be Dante's hand. Instead, she found Vergil's holding onto her hand as if letting go would mean losing life. She looked into his eyes and heard him whisper, "It's late. You need to sleep."

She nodded, not wanting to argue with him. "Will you stay with me?" she answered.

A hidden smirk spread across his lips and in his eyes. She could almost feel her heart melt. He lifted her from her chair, smirking when she wrapped her arms around his neck. He carried her, like a bride, to Dante's room and gently laid her on the bed. After taking off his boots and coat, he climbed in behind her, listening as her breathing became relaxed.

You are the reason I'm alive, he thought as he watched her move closer to him. I won't let you go back to him, even if I have to die to keep you here.

Would he have to die? Had Banith become strong enough to kill him? He wouldn't know unless he asked Rona and, with her current condition, he wasn't prepared to remind her of the months she had spent with the demon he had originally sent to kill her. What would happen when she remembered that? Would she be able to forgive him like she did the night he had taken her? Would she consider him an enemy, a traitor?

Vergil didn't want to think of the possibility. Instead, he wanted to live the life he had with her as long as he could. He was ready to die for her, as he was the night they had fought her brother. He was ready to die, or kill for her to live.