Intuition

Eva never realized how hard boiling noodles could actually be. Sure, she knew that she couldn't cook for shit and could probably burn water but this shouldn't have been harder than killing a demon.

The only thing she had been put in charge of was boiling the noodles to an edible state and she couldn't even manage to do that right. Sparda had turned off the stove before the water evaporated completely and the noodles were so soggy that the broke at the touch.

She had full intentions of redeeming herself, especially after sparda had looked so disappointed, but after dropping a knife on the floor that nearly cut a hole in her foot she had been scolded and promptly instructed to sit at the table and simply keep him company while he finished.

Eva had brushed it off at first, she had warned him about her cooking, but as he placed a plate full of pasta down on the table in front of her she was beginning to feel guilty. She could have made more of an effort, she should have.

"You're not trying to poison me since I overcooked the noodles are you?" The mood was killing her. They were so quiet around on another that Eva wanted nothing more than to scream the silence away. She hated silence.

Sparda regarded her with the same look he almost always did as he situated himself at the table, he raised a brow while one side of his lips lifted in amusement.

Eva scoffed, at least one of them was amused by the situation.

"There are more effective ways of killing a person than poison."

There were so many more different way to kill, more effective ways. Eva could list the most gruesome ways to kill after some thought but the list would be long. Humans were fragile creatures, they were almost easy to kill in some instances. She knew with absolute certainty, but the way this man said it, the way his tone dropped, sent goosebumps to her arms.

He sounded almost sinister. Like a villain in a well scripted show.

"But it would be ironic, wouldn't it? Killing the person who ruined your dinner with the very food she ruined. An ironic killing." Eva didn't know why she was still on this topic, why she didn't just let it die in the silence that had settled between them so gently until now. God, why couldn't she just keep her mouth shut.

"Irony killing isn't really my thing. If I were to kill it would be very hands on."

Eva felt a shiver run down her spine at the piercing blue gaze meeting hers but she brushed it off. She didn't know anything about the man in front of her but he wasn't afraid. She could protect herself in any situation. She had been trained.

"You shivered, are you cold?"

"I'm fine. Can I use the restroom?" She needed to leave the room. There was something about those eyes, that tone, that didn't sit right with her. The darkness in his voice grew to uncomfortable shades of black. Her nerves were on edge and preparing to jump the longer he looked at her and she could feel her pulse increase as her heart pounded in her ears.

Her instincts, the instincts that had kept her alive thus far, were yelling, practically begging her to run away from this man and never return.

Shit.

She needed to avoid conversations about death.

"Yes. Down the hall and to your right."

"Thanks." Eva removed herself from her chair and held back from running out of the room. She kept her focus on the man until she walked out of the room and made a beeline for the stairs. She wouldn't be able to stay a month with this man, her sanity wouldn't allow it. Sure, her mission was to gain the man's trust before stealing the amulet but she couldn't wait that long.

Something about that man wasn't right. She didn't feel safe. Feeling her guns at her side, it offered her little comfort. Her father had returned the guns after informing her that this would be her last mission. Alarms should have gone off in her head but she had been so focused on her aching body that she had missed that detail.

Quietly making her way into the bedroom, she started opening his draws. Nearly all of them were empty save for a few shirts and pants. They seemed to be more for decoration than anything else. Nothing personal stood out to Eva and she felt her pulse rise. Something wasn't right. The room had grown darker.

Grabbing hold of her twin guns, she turned, pointing to the door.

Sparda stood, his face as unamused as it had been the first time he had caught her sneaking around. Eva wanted to lower her guns and apologize for sneaking around but something stopped her from doing so. Something was telling her that this man was dangerous.

Where the hell were these feelings the first day they met?

"It would seem to me that you are looking for something. May I be of assistance?"

He didn't look shocked to see to guns pointed at him, nor did he seem afraid. He looked as though this was a normal occurance to him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Eva seethed. This was beginning to piss her off. Why had this man not given her these vibes the first time she had run into him? Was she finally starting to feel his presence? It didn't make sense.

Sparda raised a brow in question. "I already told you. My name is Sparda."

"No, fuck no. What are you?"

The man in question stood in silence, the amusement gathering in his eyes, his head tilting ever so slightly.

"How vigilant." His tone was lighter, losing some of the edge he had developed at the dinner table. "We have 30 more days for you to find out."

"Hell no. There will be no more days. I'm leaving and I'm not coming back." Eva eyed the window of the room before wondering which way to leave. Would Sparda allow her to leave through the front door willingly or would she have to fight her way out?

"If you leave now than you will not find what you are looking for."

Eva tensed. Did he know what she was looking for? Surely not. There was no way he could know because she hadn't pulled out anything resembling jewelry. Only his dressers and wardrobe door was left open.

"You can lower your weapons, Eva. I mean you no harm. If I had intended to kill you I would have done so the first time I caught you in this room. I don't kill humans."

Her guns remained raised through the darkness in the room began to fade. He nerves were still on edge though. This wasn't sitting well with her.

"If you would like we can go back downstairs and finish our meal. What you are looking for is not placed in this room."

No, it wasn't. Eva cursed under her breath as the man turned and walked out of the room. Silence followed him and the sound of his feet disappeared 3 steps in. It was creepy, his presence had completely vanished.

Holstering her guns, she followed his lead. She found his sitting at the kitchen table, fork in hand, as he looked at her expectantly.

Ever the gentleman, he wouldn't eat until she sat with him.

Sitting down gracelessly at the table, her nerves were beginning to cool but her mind was working over time. This didn't sit well with her. What was that feeling that had pounded into her and why had it come from the seemingly harmless man sitting across from her?

She didn't know what this was, or what she had stepped into, but she was going to find out.

And the penny drops.

Hey guys, long time no see. It's been a little more than a year since I've posted chapter 7 but, with a heavy heart and a leap of faith, I have started writing this story again. I'm hesitant to post it because I know the Devil May Cry fanfiction fandom is dying but if there is still someone who is willing to read a Sparda/Eva fic than I will gladly post the few chapters I have written and I will strive to finish this story. I had forgotten how fun it was to write Eva.

Maybe I should work on a new Dante/Lady fit as well...

Thank you for your patience.