Dante cracked open an eyelid at the offending sunlight. It dripped in through the windows of the office assaulting his sleep. He let out a slight groan slowly removing his legs from the desk and stretching. A few pops, a couple of cracks and he was good to go.

He glanced over at the couch to see Kyrie sitting with a book. Her hair was down covering part of her face. Even still he could sense her distress. It came off of her in waves. It was the same melancholy she carried day in and day out. It tapered at times, when she was on a mission or out with the girls, but it was still always there for the world to see. She didn't even attempt to hide it.

Dante hated to see her so upset. The young woman had been staying at the shop for a little over three months already yet it seemed as if she had been there for forever. He enjoyed her company, she was intelligent and caring. He didn't mind that she fussed over him at times making sure he ate and had clean clothes, it helped her.

It was obvious that Kyrie had never wanted to be a hunter, while she was good at it and getting better by the day, she was just so domestic. The life that she had wanted was to take care of the person she loved, have a family. Dante really wondered what had happened between her and the kid.

He had been so enamored seemingly with her, so driven to save her. Dante had heard him profess his devotion for her, he saw the fire that had made him strive to gain demonic powers and become stronger to protect her...so what had happened? Where was the kid now?

Kyrie had filled in some gaps as far as she knew but she was very much in the dark about what exactly had happened herself. All she knew was one day Nero had loved her and the next he didn't. Dante couldn't help but feel as if there was some other force in play, there had to be a reason why Nero had left suddenly but what that was he hadn't a clue.

Dante walked over to her sitting down next to her. "Mornin'." He said.

"Morning? It's late afternoon already." Kyrie stated looking away from her reading to smirk at him from under her hair.

"Yeah, well when you stay up all night hunting demons and devils this is my morning." He replied. Kyrie frowned slightly at that bringing her eye back to her book.

"You shouldn't have to do that on your own all the time. I wish you'd let me go with you." She said.

"I'd love to sweetheart but the truth is when the sun goes down the real baddies come out." He said scratching at the stubble that he had acquired overnight.

"Don't think I can handle myself?" She asked casting a sideways glance at him.

"It's not you I don't trust honey." He drawled out. Kyrie couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. Dante's voice always dripped like, well, honey. It was warm and comforting, she enjoyed his company and was finding the Devil May Cry more homey every day.

He had given her the freedom to decorate upstairs if she wished. There was a breakfast nook she had been eyeing that would fit perfectly in the kitchen upstairs she just had to save the money for it. That would be a good start, that way they could eat upstairs for a change when she cooked their meals.

"So what are you reading?" Dante asked changing the pace. Kyrie blushed slightly.

"Its a book with baby names. I picked it up a couple of years ago, when...well..." She trailed off.

"Oh yeah? Any good ones in there?" He asked glancing down at the page. She was on the 'A' names. 'Adeline' was circled along with 'Addison' and 'Aiden'.

"There are so many. I love this book because it explains the origin of the name and gives the meaning." Kyrie said flipping a few pages. "Let's see, here it is; Dante. It means enduring and is an Italian, Spanish, and American name." She said.

"Can I see that?" He asked reaching for the book. Kyrie handed it over to him and watched as he flipped through the pages. It stopped automatically where the binding was worn. Dante quickly scanned the page seeing the name 'Nero' but turned it going towards the end of the book.

"What name are you looking up?" She asked curiously. Dante scanned down the page his eyes resting on the name he was looking for. He took a moment, it had been a long time since he had said it aloud.

"Vergil, a derivation of Virgil. Okay, well lets look that one up." He said turning a page. "From the Latin name 'Vergilius' and, or 'Virgilius' is of unknown meaning. It is hypothesized to be vigil." Dante mulled over that for a moment swallowing hard a few times unaware he was even doing it.

"Who is Vergil?" Kyrie asked softly. The pain was written clear across his face, whom ever Vergil was it was someone who had caused Dante great pain.

"You're from Fortuna. You people worshipped my father and you don't know who that is?" Dante asked his voice taking an edge that he didn't mean. His eyes turned to Kyrie. She shook her head slowly and pursed her lips slightly. "He was, the eldest son of Sparda." It was easier to say it that way, no so personal...not so painful.

"Your brother." Kyrie said. Dante nodded his head slightly.

"Yeah, my brother." He replied. "My identical twin brother actually but that's where the similarities ended with us." His eyes fell back to the page letting out a slight sigh. Kyrie opened her mouth to say something when Dante closed the book and tossed it back on her lap. "Get your shoes, lets grab a pizza at Fredi's."

Kyrie watched as Dante turned his back to her walking over to grab his jacket and holsters off the coat rack. She stood as well seeing the stiffness in his posture, he was tense. She knew that rigidness. Kyrie figured that one day of comfort food wouldn't kill them.

"I think I'll just have a strawberry sundae instead." She said slipping her boots on. Dan let out a laugh smiling at her as he turned around with a flourish.

"Now you're speaking my language sweetie." He said. "On me." Kyrie nodded smiling back and the two exited the shop.