After only two days of staying at 'Devil May Cry' Kyrie came to a horrifying realization, Dante ate nothing but pizza. Whether he ordered it from the pizza shop or baked it himself late at night, which was the only time she had seen him upstairs other than to shower, he only ate pizza. Kyrie decided an intervention was in order.
At first she had thought about simply confronting him about it but that would come off as rude and after everything Dante was doing to help her it really wasn't her place to accost him in his eating habits. Still it couldn't be good for him regardless of his genetics.
The money that Lady had shown up with was decent enough for them to split between them and last a few weeks. Dante had spilt his up into bills although Kyrie was fairly certain more went to his pocket then what was owed, for pizza...and ice cream.
Kyrie arrived at the grocery store with backpack on deciding to pick a few items to make for dinner. The store was large, much larger than any market in Fortuna but it wasn't so bad as everything was labeled with signs. "Lets see, Alfredo fettuccine. Breaded chicken with garlic bread and some wine should be good." She smirked to herself satisfied.
She made her way around the store finally stopping in the wine section. She reached out for a hearty red her hand bumping into another. "Oh, I'm sorry." Kyrie apologized.
"No, no my fault." The man said grinning. "I'm kind of against the fence on this, any suggestions?"
"Depends on what you're eating." Kyrie replied politely.
"Fish, white fish." He stated.
"Then white wine, something light. The red will ruin it." She said grabbing the bottle placing it into the plastic grocery basket she had.
"That's a lot of food there, cooking for your boyfriend." He asked pressing himself a bit closer to her. Kyrie eyed him carefully sensing something was off but not entirely sure what.
"Have a good dinner." Kyrie responded making her way to the check out. Once the items were secured in her backpack she climbed on her bike revving it to life. The entire way she felt as if someone were staring at her back, just behind her practically breathing down her neck...a demon was following her.
She took a turn away from the shop figuring it was Dante they were after, she didn't want to bother him. Her fingers tightened around the grips on her handlebars as she pushed forward slightly further away from general populace. She came to an abrupt halt leaving the motor running. She shrugged of her backpack and grabbed Red Rose.
She hadn't grabbed Blue Princess figuring she wouldn't need it for a trip to the store. "Live and learn."
With in seconds Kyrie could hear growling coming from behind her. She couldn't help but smirk. She spun around on her heel firing off Red Rose catching the demon off guard. It let out an irritated groan before sizing her up.
"You! Carry the stench of the descendent of Sparda." Kyrie didn't respond simply jumped out of the way firing off more rounds. The demon yelled out at her angrily trying to dodge her attacks but only managed to lumber around inflicting more damage on itself. "You are his woman then! What better way to exact revenge." It howled.
Kyrie let out a bitter laugh. "I am no mans woman." She replied sliding along the ground landing a double shot in the demons eyes. It let out another howl before falling ded in e ground. Kyrie watched as it momentarily reverted to the man at the grocery store before disintegrating into ash. "I knew there something off with you."
Kyrie placed Red Rose back on her thigh and brushed off her jeans. She grabbed her backpack praying the wine bottle was still intact before getting back on her bike and heading to the shop.
"Get into a scuffle?" Dante asked. He leaned over the pool table taking aim at the cue ball. Kyrie nodded and smirked.
"Just a little one." She replied heading for the stairs. She spun around as the thought occurred to her. She walked briskly over to Dante. "Don't order pizza."
Dante turned around to face her with a perplexed expression. "Why's that?" He asked innocently. Kyrie poked at his bare chest next to where his amulet hung down.
"Just don't do it or I wont be happy." She stated smiling up at him turning back to the stairs. "I'll call you up when everything is set."
Dante scratched at his head thoroughly confused. "Okay, Kyrie." He replied as she sprinted up the stairs.
It didn't take long to prep anything. It was baking the chicken that took the longest but the pasta cooked quickly as did the Alfredo sauce. There was no table upstairs so she relented to taking the plates downstairs. She loaded one for Dante giving herself a smaller portion and grabbed utensils on the way out. "Alright so I'm coming down."
Dante glanced up at the stairs from his spot at his desk standing up when he saw her carrying plates. He walked over to her grabbing the one she handed to him. He inhaled the scent of the food deeply sighing contently. "Wow, this smells amazing!"
"Good. I just have to grab the wine." She said setting her plate down on the coffee table. Dante held up a hand.
"You've done enough. I'll get it." He said racing up the stairs two at a time. Kyrie sat waiting for him to come back down. She heard the door open and glanced towards the stairs. He held two wine glasses as well as the bottle and an opened. He had put a shirt on as well.
"You didn't have to put a shirt on Dante." Kyrie said feeling bad he was sacrificing his comfort in his own home for her sake.
"You made this nice meal for us, the least I can do is be respectful." He replied placing the glasses down and popping the cork on the bottle. He poured her some wine before settling down on the other couch. "This really is great, thanks."
"I'll be honest with you, I can't stand seeing you eating all of that pizza the way you do. It can't be healthy for you. Don't you know how to cook?" Kyrie asked in an innocent scolding tone.
"Yeah I can cook but it's usually just me around so why bother." Dante replied talking a mouthful of pasta closing his eyes enjoying the warmth and taste of the food. He was beside himself. He couldn't remember when he had ever had a home cooked meal and this was beyond his expectations.
"Doesn't Lady ever stay or anyone else?" Kyrie asked taking a sip of wine.
"Sometimes but we generally talk business, have a few drinks." Dante said with a shrug.
"So you're alone." Kyrie said softly her food forgotten. Dante took in her sudden downtrodden expression and sighed chewing his food faster.
"It's safer that way Kyrie. The fewer people who hang around me the better it is for them. The people I do keep around have to be able to take care of themselves." He replied. Kyrie nodded her head absently taking another sip of wine already feeling its effects. Her thoughts turned to the demon from earlier. A few years ago she would have been defenseless and had been a burden on Nero. She closed her eyes at the offending memories.
"Dante, have you ever been in love?" She asked turning her gaze to him. Dante only shook his head.
"No, not love. Lust, sure, lots of times but never love." He said sincerely. Kyrie finished off her wine deciding she should start eating. Dante poured her another glass. After a few bites of the meal Kyrie drank down half her glass.
"I've tried so hard not to care about Nero, not to care how much it hurts but I just can't. It wont go away." She said staring at the juke box across the room.
"It's never easier losing someone you love." Dante said softly.
"I thought you said you've never been in love." Kyrie said wondering if the wine was getting to her more than she thought.
"I haven't but I have loved. They are two different things. You can love someone, something but being in love well, I see that as the intimate aspect of it." He replied. Kyrie drank down the rest of her wine pouring herself another glass and drained that one as well. She sat back against the sofa and sighed.
"That makes a lot of sense." She said after a few minutes had passed.
"Least I can do, impart my wisdom on the younger generation." He said with a laugh. He took a bite out of the garlic bread.
"Oh stop it, you aren't that much older than me...not really." Kyrie said straightening herself back out.
"How old do you think I am sweetie?" Dante asked playfully.
"Mid to late thirties." She responded with out skipping a beat. Dante nearly choked on his bread taking a healthy slug of wine to wash it down.
"Really?" He asked shocked.
"Why are you younger than that?" She asked. "Because there is no way you're any you get than thirty."
"Oh baby, I've got to keep you around...if for nothing else ego boosts." Dante said with a laugh. "If my maths right I'm pretty certain I'm about fifty." Kyrie stared at him in astonishment. "Lets see, I got this place in eighty one, I was eighteen then so yup, fifty."
"I, wasn't even born yet." Kyrie stated quietly. Dante only smiled at her. "I don't even think Credo was born yet and he was five years older than me."
"Yeah I've been here a while." Dante mused at her astonishment.
"Alone." She said the word coming out again as a heavy weight.
"Not always but more or less, yeah." He said. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl. It was as if she were fixated on it. Before he could say another word Kyrie stood up and sat down next to him on the couch resting her head against his shoulder. Dante glanced down at her as she shut her eyes.
"I'll cook for you Dante; breakfast, lunch, dinner and whatever else in between. Just no more pizza, okay?" She said.
"I can't ask you to do that all the time Kyrie." He replied feeling a twinge of guilt.
"I want to. I've missed being domestic." She said. Dante shifted his arm so it rested around her shoulders as she sunk into him the effects of the wine claiming her to sleep.