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Fate ch12 (DMC classic) Reader/Vergil

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Fate
Chapter 12: Gift of Courage


A strong person is not the one who doesn't cry. A strong person is one who is quiet and sheds tears for a moment, and then picks up her sword and fights again.
- sweet misery

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You’re about to crawl off the bed when a hand clamps down on  the foot of your injured leg, making you cry out when you try to move away from it.

“Turn around and be still.” His voice is harsh and you still avoid his face in fear.

Reluctantly, you do as he says. You really don’t want him to turn you over onto your back using your foot, which is connected to your bad leg. As he brings the threaded needle to your wound you close your eyes and whimper as you feel it pierce your sensitive flesh and emerge just to sink into it again. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Seven stitches you count as Vergil bandages you attempt to ignore the throbbing coming from it.

You can feel the bed move as Vergil stands and leaves the room. A glance over tells you he took the medical items with him. You hate this. You hate being afraid of him. Sure he treated your leg, but the pure anger filled in his eyes when he held Yamato to your neck is burned into your mind, adding onto your fear.

You sit and bring your legs up to your chest resting your forehead on your knees as tears start to travel down your cheeks once more.

Vergil is filled with more irritation as he puts away the medical supplies. His irritation is also brought with surprise. He’s not annoyed that he had to once again treat your leg, which surprises him. What surprises him more is that he’s instead irritated that humans heal so slowly. Because of the demonic blood in him, his wounds heal almost instantly, but for you, a human, it feels like your wound will never heal. He realizes that he doesn’t mind tending to your injuries anymore, but what has him upset is that you have injuries to start with.

The irritation of your injury added to not knowing why he keeps saving you and allows you to be by his side leads him to one conclusion. If he is to cut back on the annoyances then there is only one he can control for now. He’ll have to make sure you don’t get injured again. It will at least cut back on the nuisances he has to deal with on top of him having to deal with Arkham to make his plan for power succeed.

You can hear soft footsteps as Vergil reenters the bed room. You don’t look up at him. You can’t. It’s all you can do to not tremble. Besides, he’ll most likely just become angrier at the fact you’re crying.  You can feel the bed dip as he sits in front of you.  

What feels like an hour passes by; you can still feel his gaze on your slightly shaking form. He knows what it is you fear. You jump slightly when he sighs, breaking the silence.

“Look at me.” His voice isn’t harsh or cold, yet it’s commanding.

You sit stone still, debating on what to do. Finally, you make a decision and shake your head, keeping your face hidden in behinds your bent legs.

“I won’t tell you a third time.” Vergil’s voice is more harsh and firmer this time as he warns you.

Still you sit there, unmoving without a sound. You REEEEAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYY don’t want to look at him. You’re too afraid of what you’ll see; especially now since he already warned you. You can sense him growing more and more impatient. You jump when you feel a hand force your head up to look at him. Before you meet his face, you squeeze your eyes shut tight.

A faint, annoyed growl leaves his lips. You can feel tears’ sliding down your face as a whimper leaves you. Silence returns as you can feel his eyes study you. You are only vaguely aware of the bed shifting ever so slightly. You can feel a light warm breeze on your face and it doesn’t take your nervous mind long to realize that its Vergil’s breath. How close is he?

“Look at me.” Unlike before, Vergil’s voice is a soft whisper having lost all sharpness and harsh tone.

Taking a deep breath and holding it, you gather up your courage and slowly open your eyes. You can feel your face flush pink at his closeness; face inches from your own and you can feel your heart beating heavily in your chest. His eyes are sharp as always, yet they seem to not only calm you, but chase away all your fears of the man in front of you.

There’s something you learned about Vergil. Though he seems emotionless and ruthless with an icy personality, you discovered that if he ever wanted you to see any emotion from him, he would show it though his eyes. His blue orbs speak all the words he’s too prideful to say or tell you. Like right now. His eyes hold calmness and a tiny pinch of regret, yet they retain all their usual sharpness and strength.

As he breaks contact and stands up, you can’t help but to let a small smile on your lips. Somehow, you know everything is going to be okay. Something you saw in Vergil’s eyes states it like a fact.

“Take this.” Vergil holds out a glass of water and a pain pill, of which you gladly accept. “Remain here and rest. I will return.”

You watch as Vergil leaves the room and shuts the door behind him after grabbing Yamato, his coat and gloves. Shortly after, you hear the faint sound of the front door quietly shutting before silence returns to you. It’s one of those silences where nothing dares to make even a slight sound. Defining silence.

Digging your cell phone out of your pocket, the small screen reads 23 unread texts and at least 30 some missed calls. Right, you have friends that lead a normal life and are no doubt going crazy from worry. After all your dad was found dead at your house and the police have called you in as a missing person.

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“WHERE ARE YOU?! ARE YOU OKAY?! EVERYONE THINKS YOU WERE KIDNAPPED!!”

You let out a long, loud sigh. “I’m fine Melody. I wasn’t kidnapped, don’t worry about me. Okay?”

“How can I NOT? Your dad was murdered, and you are nowhere to be found! Of COURSE I’m going to worry! We’re ALL worried! Where are you? I’ll come get you right now!”

“Calm down Mel. I’m happy that you were worried. It’s nice to know that I have people that care so much for my well-being; but don’t completely freak out. I’m unharmed (for the most part) and I’m safe. I promise you that.” You plead.

“Where are you at? Is someone with you? What happened? Why did you run away? I know that your dad’s death must have been hard on you, but still you shouldn’t have run away. You have me, Ishon, Liz and everyone else.”

“I’m not going to tell you where I’m at. But I won’t keep you completely in the dark ether. The…person that killed my dad was still there when I came home from the library. He chased me and my car died on me. I ran into someone who saved me. He’s a good man and he’s been protecting me from the group of people that man that killed my dad belonged to.” You hesitate while she takes in everything that you said.

“Is the mafia after you or something?!” You can see how she came to that conclusion and decide to roll along with it, not wanting to expose her to the world of demons.

“Kinda. I promise you that I’ll be okay.” You hesitate. “You’re not going to see me again…”

“What do you mean? You ARE in danger aren’t you! Please let me help!”

“Goodbye Melody.” You say softy before ending the call and turning your cell off for good. It fills you with sorrow to cut yourself off from your old life and the people who care for you, but you know that if you want to protect them, this is the only way.

Flopping back onto the bed, you take a deep breath to clear your mind. You did the right thing. Right? Then why do you feel so sad? In truth, you’re only where you are by chance. If that demon didn’t kill your dad, if it was gone by the time you got home, if your car never broke down when you ran from it, if Vergil hadn’t been there; then you wouldn’t be where you are today. What are the chances of things turning out the way they did.

You stare at the ceiling deep in thought. What if all of those things were supposed to happen to you at the very second they did? What if you were meant to run into Vergil in the rain that first day you saw him? What if your dad was meant to be killed, that demon was meant to chase you, your car was meant to break down and Vergil was meant to be there that night to save you? You frown at the thought. Was all of this supposed to happen? Was all this supposed to happen to you the moment you were born? Is this truly your fate?  

You jump as the bedroom door opens. Sitting up, your eyes meet Vergil’s. The odd expression on his face puzzles you. “What’s with the weird face? Did I grow a second head or something?”

The expression quickly vanishes back into his normal unreadable face. “I am merely surprised that you remained here and did not run off though the city again.”

“Why would I do something stupid like that?” You grin as he moves over to you and sits on the edge of the bed.

“I wonder the same question.” He retorts.

You can’t help put to pout slightly. “I went out ONCE! The second time was because you told me to.”

“Give me your wrist.” He changes the subject abruptly. Without thinking you place your right wrist in his waiting hand. Was his skin always that warm? You watch as he slips a beaded band around your wrist before pulling his hand away.

Your eyes widen slightly with curiosity at the bracelet around your wrist. Its polishes medium sized round beads are all white with a black bead here and there. As if he knows what you’re going to say before you say it Vergil explains. “It will ward off lesser demons and protect you from them.”

“Wow.” You say speechless. What CAN you say? You never expected him to do something like this for you, after all this is Vergil. “Thank you.” You smile and run your fingers over the beads.

“It will provide no protection for a more powerful demon; however it should keep me from having to save you every time you go out alone.”

Go out alone? Does he really mean that with this you can go out into the city by yourself and won’t have to worry about demons? This has got to be one of the best gifts anyone ever gave you. Vergil has given you not only protection and some peace of mind, but some of your freedom back as well.

“Now, move.” He stands.

“Wha-?”

“Get out of my bed. You are capable of sleeping on the couch.” Vergil sure knows how to kill a mood doesn’t he? You pout at him and reluctantly stand and make your way to the living room by the front door.
Told you guys it'd be up soon. haha. XD
Bad news: I may not update for a while after this. (At least I updated 3 chaps this week right?)
I hope you liked this chap.

Seif: AWWWW~ their bonding~ How cute~ <3

Vergil: I am not that soft girl! Because of your mockory I shall be your death.

Seif: See V, you say that but what I hear is 'I like this story so far.' :D

Vergil: You wish. *walks away*

Seif: Where are you going?

Vergil: To plan your demise girl. >:/
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link2008's avatar
That ending lol had me fangirling xD like I have said before really love this story hehe