Hello everyone! I hope that y'all have been enjoying these one-shots; I've been enjoying writing them. This one was a real challenge for me; this is my first story ever written about Eva/Sparda. I found it difficult because we are given very little information of the characters so I had to go off of my instincts lol.
I hope that I captured the characters well and didn't disappoint. I feel like there is a lot more story to tell here though so I may one day continue this- who knows? But for now please enjoy this tidbit on Eva meeting Sparda!
Theme: Making history
Story is set pre DMC 1. Told from Eva's point of view; details how Eva met Sparda for the first time.
I gave myself one last look in the mirror before deeming myself acceptable. My long blonde hair lay along my shoulders and draped down to my waist. I touched my bangs and swept them to one side- they immediately fell back into place. After I flipped the light off and exited the bathroom I picked up my purse from atop my bed.
I glanced at the rose-gold watch adorning my wrist and noted the time. It was a quarter till nine and I needed to hurry if I was going to be on time- something I prided myself on. As I headed for the door I momentarily paused to slip on a pair of brown flats; heels weren't going to cut it for a long day of walking. I gave my foot a tap on the floor to secure the faux leather shoe in place then exited my home.
My pace quickened as I once again glanced at my watch. I slipped into the black car parked in the driveway and cranked the engine. I would make it on time if I didn't catch too many red lights. I adjusted the rearview mirror then hit the gas.
I arrived at the stroke of nine 'o clock in my friend's driveway. After parking the car and scurrying to the entrance I gave the front door a firm knock.
Knock knock
After a brief moment I was greeted with a familiar face. Jenny tilted her head and opened the door wider.
"Hey, right on time as usual Eva."
I flashed a quick smile before entering the cozy home. Jenny closed the door and I took it upon myself to get comfortable. After setting my purse down I settled into a worn leather chair.
"Shelbi is still getting ready; she's fixing her hair I think," Jenny informed me as she walked through the living room to the kitchen.
"I figured as much," I giggled as my eyes followed Jenny to the kitchen.
Shelbi and Jenny's house was very comfortable. The two bedroom two bath house was a tight fit, but that's what gave it a homey and warm vibe. I always felt at home and comfortable when I visited the place.
The three of us, along with my own roommate Kathleen, had been friends for years now. We had considered all moving in together but deemed that too much estrogen for one household to handle. It had worked out well this way; making sure we took ample time to visit each other as often as possible.
"Can I get you something to drink Eva?"
"Yeah sure, I'll have a coffee."
I stood from my seat and stepped into the kitchen. Jenny was pouring a cup of coffee for me and of course Shelbi was nowhere in sight. Jenny turned and handed me the steaming cup.
"There you go, no sugar and no creamer," Jenny rolled her eyes as I accepted the beverage.
"You know me too well," I laughed before taking a seat at the small round table.
Jenny followed suit and poured herself a cup, with added sugar and milk though. She took a seat across from me and sipped from her mug. Jenny had reddish brown hair cut to just above her shoulders. She was fairly tall, but at 5'9 I was taller still.
After a series of sips Jenny's glasses began to fog. I laughed as she pulled off her glasses and rubbed the fogginess away.
"Oh ha ha, laugh at the blind girl."
"Whatever, your glasses are totally cute and you know it!"
I hear footsteps drawing closer to the kitchen and immediately knew that Shelbi was headed our way.
"Don't drink all the coffee without me," Shelbi said as she maneuvered her way from the back and into the kitchen.
The dirty blonde entered the kitchen with a portion of her hair pulled up in a clip and the other portion obviously straightened- It was hilarious.
"The only way to light a fire under you is with coffee," Jenny stated while glaring at her roommate.
"Sorry, I need my caffeine to function properly."
I quietly enjoyed the banter between the two with great pleasure. They never argued about anything serious; they just enjoyed poking fun at one another really. Kathleen and I had our moments, but these two were like sisters to one another.
"Well hurry and fix your nappy hair so we can go already," Jenny exclaimed while she shooed Shelbi away.
"I'm going! Give me five minutes and we'll leave okay."
Shelbi trotted off towards the back once again. As she disappeared I heard her muffled voice shout "Oh, hi Eva!"
I rolled my eyes and shouted back," Hurry up we've got a busy day planned!"
After ten, not five, minutes later we were finally all walking out the door. Shelbi locked the door behind us as Jenny and I headed to Shelbi's car. The silver Kia was a small and sensible car, a perfect match for Shelbi. She was what our group referred to as the 'mother hen'. The dark blonde was sweet and caring, going out of her way to tend to others.
Our trio got into the vehicle and headed to town. We were on a mission today to take care of school things. I myself was starting my last semester in getting my master's degree. At 25 I was beyond ready to be done with school. While I enjoyed learning I was ready to put my history degree to use. Getting my master's degree was a necessary part of wanting to someday teach at a school.
School was starting back next week and we had a few things that needed to be taken care of. I needed to pick up a book for class while Shelbi needed to speak with a counselor about her schedule. Jenny worked full-time and didn't go to school but loved tagging along on our journeys anyways.
Kathleen had an appointment earlier that morning so she was already at the university and would meet up with us later in the day. We had plenty of things to keep us occupied until then.
"Let's put on a little music, shall we," Shelbi smiled as she popped in a familiar CD.
My head dropped as I heard what we were about to endure. She had a small obsession with this one particular band and loved listening to the same CD any chance she got.
"You are obsessed," Jenny snarled before sinking back into her seat in the back of the car.
"Am not, but they are awesome! They are my little cupcakes!"
Oh geez.
I hated to admit it, but the band actually had a few good tunes. It wasn't my taste in music, but it had a good beat. Shelbi sang along to the music and danced a little in her seat. Good thing the university wasn't too far away…
A few tunes later we pulled into the parking lot of the university. I had sort of missed the campus, since everyone had been out on summer break, so it was good being back.
"Ok, let's go talk to your counselor first Shelbi before the campus gets swamped," Jenny suggested as we headed into the main building.
I threw my purse over my shoulder and followed the pair. I took note of their attire as I followed behind them. Shelbi wore a flowy skirt with a v-neck top and flats, while Jenny wore jeans and a light-knit sweater. Fall was just around the corner so it wasn't unpleasantly hot outside.
We made our way through the building into the business department. Shelbi was a business marketing major which sounded extremely boring to me. But to some people history may sound boring, to me though history was so rich in detail and information. I loved hearing stories from the past and learning about new cultures- it was fascinating.
My love of history and information had landed me a job at the local library. I enjoyed my job because I liked reading, and also because I liked people-watching. I got the best of both worlds really.
"I hate talking to the counselor," Shelbi began as we climbed the stairs to the second story of the building," they all act like know-it-alls."
"They're there to help you though," I offered in reassurance.
"Mmhmm, but I don't think mine likes me very much…"
"It's all in your head Shelbi," Jenny stated," You are too shy and think that everyone is out to get you."
We soon arrived outside of the counselor's office. Jenny placed a hand on Shelbi's back and gave it a pat.
"Good luck, try to not make her hate you more than she already does," Jenny laughed.
Shelbi's face looked horrified as she cautiously stepped into the counselor's office. Jenny shut the door behind her with a grin.
"You are too cruel Jenny," I smiled as I took a seat outside of the office.
"I'm toughening her up, she's too nice."
I nodded then let out a sigh. We would probably be here for a while. If I knew anything about schools it was that it took forever to get anything accomplished. I picked up a magazine and began idly flipping through it.
An hour later Shelbi emerged looking drained.
"How did it go," I questioned?
"….ugh, she really doesn't like me."
"Pish posh, now come on we need to get Eva's book."
I never looked forward to going to the university bookstore. This was ironic considering how much I enjoyed literature. The real problem was that everything was vastly over-priced, but it was something that was required for class. It was a necessary evil.
The European history book I needed was over one hundered and fifty dollars, but without it there was no way to pass the class. I reluctantly paid for the book and left without a second glance. Money was like a plague that followed me everywhere. Since my parents passed away I had been responsible for taking care of myself financially. The only living relative that I had was my paternal grandmother and she was in poor health- I couldn't ask her for help. My job at the library had been enough for the necessities though. School was expensive, but I looked at the big picture and realized that in the long run a degree would be very beneficial.
We met up with Kathleen for lunch. There was a small café on campus that we decided on.
Shelbi, Jenny, and I were seated at a table outside when Kathleen came into view. She was Colombian and had tan skin and long black hair. She was very pretty and extremely smart. On top of that she was cultured. Kathleen had spent a year in Italy and was now fluent in three languages. I was slightly envious of her adventures.
"Hey girls," Kathleen smiled widely as she took the empty seat at our table.
"Hey, how did your meeting go this morning," I casually questioned.
"It went well enough; I have my degree plan hammered out for the next year."
We all nodded in reply. It was good to sit down with friends and enjoy the day. It seemed that things had been fairly hectic lately; it was my last semester and my tension was at an all-time high.
Over the course of our meals we idly chit-chatted about the usual: school, work, music. Then the topic that always seemed to pop up came out of Kathleen's mouth- boys.
"There seems to be a nice crop of men on campus this year girls!"
"Mmhmm, almost makes me want to go back to school….almost," Jenny chimed in.
"Yeah, there are some real hotties; maybe one will ask me out," Shelbi sighed lovingly.
I chuckled but added nothing more. My eyes rolled down to my drink as I took a long sip.
"What about you Eva, seen any man candy you like," Jenny questioned.
I anxiously scratched my head before answering," oh I don't know. I'm not really looking for anyone right now- you know? It'll happen when it happens."
"How lame, I know for a fact that you were asked out multiple times last semester and you turned them ALL down," Kathleen ratted me out.
I blushed wildly as my mind wandered. It was true, I had been asked out a few times by some nice guys last semester, but none of them were for me. It's hard to explain but I just wasn't ready maybe? I'm 25 though, so when would I be ready?
"My game plan is to stick by you and scoop up all of your rejects haha," Kathleen commented.
I shook my head. "You can have them; I need to stay focused this last semester anyways."
"You're running out of excuses though, you know that right," Jenny eyed me. "You'll graduate this semester then you won't be able to use classes as an excuse to not date."
I avoided her gaze and took another sip from my drink. She was right, and I was both scared and excited about that.
That evening I broke away from the pack to go into work. I had a shift that evening at the library from five until closing at ten. Spending time with everyone had been great, but now it was time to unwind and take a breather at work. The evening shift was the best since almost nobody came in the later hours.
I sat at the front desk with a book open. The sound of the clock ticking behind me and a solo cough from an old woman in the back filled the quiet room. I casually flipped to the next page and continued my read in silence.
A few people came in and out, mainly to quickly check out a book and be on their way. I helped anyone that I could and occasionally made the rounds to pick up discarded and misplaced books before returning to the front desk and reading again.
Reading really passed the time at work and before I knew it closing time had come. The library was eerily quiet and I walked around the library to put up the last of the books lying around before I went home.
I rounded one of the bookshelves and walked up on one of the sitting areas. I saw someone sitting there with their back turned to me. The person had white hair and was holding a tattered book in their hand. I didn't know that anyone was still in the building; it must have been the old woman from before. I casually approached the stranger.
"Excuse me, its closing time m'a- I mean sir."
I felt my face flush as I realized that the white hair belong to a young man, not an old woman. My hands clasped together as I nervously clenched them in rhythm.
The white-haired man looked up from behind his glasses and acknowledged me.
"My apologies m'am, I'm afraid I lost track of time."
The stranger stood from his seat and closed the book shut. He began collecting his things along with the other books in the area.
"Don't worry about those sir, I'll put them up for you."
"I insist, I removed them from the shelves and should put them back."
"o….kay." I shrugged and went about collecting the other books in the area.
The young man went about placing all the books he had in their correct places; I was impressed that he remembered where they all went. I too placed the remaining books back and returned to the front desk and collected my keys and purse.
I walked to the entrance of the library. The young man stood there looking as though he were waiting on me.
"It's late; would you like me to walk you to your car m'am?"
I hesitated for a moment before answering. The situation should have called for me to be more suspicious of the stranger but I didn't get any dark or creepy vibes from him. I simply nodded.
He held the door open for me as I walked through. I blushed a faint tint of pink and I walked past him. It was nice knowing that chivalry wasn't dead. After locking the front door to the library we walked together to my vehicle.
"Thank you for walking me to my car, uh-"
"Sparda, my name is Sparda," the white-haired gentleman answered.
"Well Sparda, my name is Eva. I appreciate it."
"It was no trouble, I apologize for keeping you."
I felt like we were suddenly in a battle of politeness. He gave a small bow and turned to leave. I watched him walk away for a few seconds before getting into my car. I suddenly wondered if I would ever see the white-haired Sparda again.
How was it? Thanks to everyone following this story and to anyone that has reviwed so far!