Frustrated Kyrie tossed the negative pregnancy test in the trash. She didn't understand what the issue was. It had been five months since they were married and they were having sex at least two times a day.
Not that she was getting tired of it but she should have already been pregnant and half way done. She knew that with each passing month Dante's disappointment grew when she showed no signs or had to break the news.
She just decided she wouldn't tell him unless she found out she absolutely was, she couldn't bare to see the hurt in his eyes that was there.
She had scoured over books with Patty and Lady about the topic to try and figure out what she was doing wrong, they were all out of ideas. There was the possibility that she was stressing out about it too much which, rumored, could prevent pregnancy.
As she exited the bathroom she relented that if it happened it happened, which was what Dante had said all along. From downstairs she could hear muffled voices and immediately she recognized one as Nero.
She perked up a little at the thought of seeing her friend as she opened the door and greeted him as she walked downstairs.
"Hi Kyrie." He said standing up to meet her as they embraced briefly.
"Hello Nero. What brings you here?" She asked.
"There's something I need to talk to you about." He said. "Something that concerns us."
"Us?" Kyrie questioned noticing Dante's interest peak as well.
"Yeah it's um...hold on." He replied grabbing a book bag off the floor unzipping it. He produced a brown folder from the bag and cleared his throat. "Two of these arrived at my place. This ones yours."
Nero held out the inconspicuous folder to Kyrie as she grasped it timidly. She furrowed her brows together swallowing hard.
"Where is it from?" She asked feeling her heart pound in her chest.
"Fortuna." He said simply taking a seat on the sofa. "I looked through it. Sorry I just was curious."
"No it's I...I understand." She said walking over where Dante was sitting upright in his chair. Kyrie sat on his desk facing him and opened the folder. "This...this has everything from my life. When my parents died...Credo, Sanctus...the order. Nero and I."
"Everything from your life there?" Dante asked frowning. Kyrie nodded.
"My entire life." She said softly flipping through the pages stopping to skim them.
"They must have kept tabs on everyone." Nero said. "That scientist that stuttered, I remember his underground lab had tons of these things lying around. At the time I didn't think anything of it."
"But this, a lot of this, is from after the order was dismantled." Kyrie said. "So who was continuing the research?"
"No idea." Nero replied. "It's unsettling though to think that they found me."
"Don't worry kid." Dante said seriously. "Anyone gives your family shit they can take it up with me."
"Oh my god." Kyrie said suddenly. "This is...this..." Her eyes shot over to Nero who sat with a sullen look in his eyes. Dante took the folder from her trembling hands reading the report.
His breath hitched in his throat and yet his breathing became more rapid. He felt anger slam into him followed quickly by a deep sadness.
Fortuna, the people that resided there, had decided that the chance of Kyrie having a child with Nero was too much of a risk. In their infinite wisdom someone had slowly been poisoning her to make her sick.
From what he read Nero and Kyrie's child had been born alive but soon succumbed to the effects of whatever she had been given.
In an attempt to prevent any future offspring between them they had performed surgery to ensure she never would have any at all.
Kyrie brought a hand to her face shaking her head from side to side. It wasn't fair and went far beyond betrayal by the people she had helped and those that Nero had blindly protected.
"I'm sorry Kyrie...I didn't know that they did that to you." Nero placed his hands against his face resting his knees in his lap.
"They took the baby away after I had him." She said breathlessly trying to recount the events. "You weren't there when he was born...they said they couldn't reach you. They told me he was dead already. Then they...they gave me a sedative. That must have been when they did it."
Her eyes quickly went to Dante who had tossed the folder on the floor and had his eyes trained on her. She felt as if she were ready to snap and any sudden movement would cause it.
"Kyrie." Dante whispered easing a hand into hers and squeezing gently.
"I didn't know. I wanted a baby with you...I wanted to, to give you a child." She said her voice thick with grief.
"I know sweetie." He said soothingly. "Look, depending on what they did to you maybe it can be reversed. Sometimes it can be."
"And if we can't." She quipped.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there." He replied. "Let's look into having you go to a doctor and we'll see." Kyrie nodded a few times as the information sunk in before she nearly vaulted off the desk.
She grabbed the folder collecting its contents that had fluttered out and bolted up the stairs not bothering to shut the door. The two men heard banging as if she were going through the kitchen drawers looking for something.
After a few minutes the smell of burning paper wafted down. Dante shook his head in disbelief. "That fucking place, it seems they all were hell bent on ruining your lives."
"You have no idea." Nero said. "I protected them. I saved their asses more than once and Kyrie...she was always there for people, helping where she could and this is how we were repaid."
"Oh but you didn't get to the best part of it old man!" Nero said haughtily. "The nice little story of how Vergil found out I existed and was in possession of Yamato. They resurrected him and fed him the information."
"What?" Dante stared at the younger male swallowing hard.
"Yup." Nero replied in a sarcastic cheer. "They did it to try and destroy me, they never intended for me to survive. I guess they thought I wouldn't have left Kyrie."
"Nero, truly, I am sorry." Dante said standing. "So we already know that someone knows where you live, whose to say that someone doesn't know where Kyrie is or that they aren't keeping a nice little folder on all of our recent activities in the last few years."
"Oh shit." Nero whispered running a hand through his hair. "I was so shocked I didn't even think that."
Kyrie came down the stairs with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She had Blue Princess in the poster tube she kept it in when in the public eye.
The haunted distant expression on her face mirrored the one she wore when she had first met up with Dante and came to live at the shop.
For a split second Dante felt an overwhelming surge of deja vu and wondered if the last few years had all been a dream. He shook his head from the mild confusion standing in front of his wife.
"Where you running off too?" He questioned.
"Fortuna." She said shortly attempting to walk past him which was futile seeing as how he was much quicker than she was and was standing in front of the doors in the blink of an eye.
"You know that you're not going alone." He stated. "No doubt that you and the kid have some unfinished business there but this concerns me too."
"Dante, I don't know what I'm going to find there and quite honestly I don't know if I want you there when I do." She retorted.
"Hey once we get there I'll go do my own thing." He quipped. "I have the upmost faith in both of your abilities, I'm gonna be close though just in case shit goes down and you need some back up."
"Who said I was going anywhere?" Nero asked. Both Dante and Kyrie turned around to face him. "I'm just as upset and confused about this as you are Kyrie but I can't loose what I have now. I won't let these people chase me away from the people I care about again."
"I understand." Kyrie said pushing her way past Dante.
"Kyrie!" Dante called after her as she mounted her bike. "Wait!" He stopped in front of her motorcycle as she revved it to life.
"Move." She demanded throwing daggers at him that he knew weren't necessarily meant for him.
"Let me get my gear and we'll take the car." He offered.
"I already told you that I don't want you there!" She shouted. "Let go of the damn bike!"
Dante put his hands up stepping aside watching as his mate sped off. He rested his hands against his hips moving his neck so it popped and cracked a bit.
"Things always gotta be complicated."
A/N: You guys didn't actually think it was going to be easy for them, did you?