The Calm to The Storm (Vergil x Oc)

Respite

        It was dark by the time Seara woke up. She was confused at first when she noticed she wasn't in Nico's van. The ceiling was old and worn with an antique looking fan hanging from it right above her. Shifting slightly, she looked around the room to find she was the only one in it, which was surprising to say the least. Voices were barely audible from the other side of the door, like they were trying to be quiet but failing miserably. Dante wasn't even trying, still getting on to Vergil for what happened earlier, and Vergil being a bit more hushed was defending himself. He was still slightly putting the blame on her for not using her powers. It was more irritating coming from him, like he didn't care to understand anything she had said. Dante at least made her feel like it wasn't her fault that she was made into what she was. He was trying so hard to not be a perv and actually make her more comfortable with what had been done to her. Vergil made it obvious he could give less of a shit from the first moment he saw her come into Devil May Cry. Yet why was he always staring at her? even when she wasn't meeting his gaze she could feel his icy stare freezing her in place.

      Suddenly the door opened slowly and Vergil entered the room. When his eyes met hers they stayed locked for at least a minute before he sighed "as much as I am against it, we are sharing this room. You can keep the bed, I'll take the couch" he closed the door and moved to take off his coat and lay it over a chair in the corner of the room, fishing his book from the inner pocket. Seara watched him silently for a moment before summoning the courage to speak "where are we?" she looked around the room for a moment to avoid his gaze, but she could feel it on her anyways. "You were unconscious for quite a while, and we have a ways to go. The others decided it would be best if we stopped somewhere for the night" he sat on the couch, leaned Yamato against the wall next to him, and began reading. Seara was grateful for the decision but not so much for having to share a room with Vergil. Though it would probably be a better idea than Dante being in the same room, even with the earlier mention of him trying not to be a perv. There was a knock at the door and Nico's voice came from the other side asking for Seara. Vergil made no attempt to move when her name was mentioned so she got up and opened the door slowly. "Hey girly, I thought you might wanna sleep in something more comfortable so I brought this" she held up a black lump of fabric. Seara took the fabric and it fell loosely so that she could fully see what it was. It was a silk nightgown that went to what looked like her knees with small gems scattered around the chest area.

      Seara had to admit she really liked it, but then began thinking about how embarrassed she would be for Vergil to possibly stare at her even more than he already did. She knew she wouldn't be able to tell Nico of all people no "thank you Nico, it's really nice" she gave Nico the best smile she could while trying not to blush. "I knew you would like it, you seemed to like black a lot and it suits you, I never used it so you can have it". Before Seara could say anything Nico took off back to her room and all Seara could do was stand there. Finally closing the door, she looked at the fabric for a few moments before exhaling softly. She really did want to have something more comfortable to sleep in for once, and she knew Vergil wasn't like Dante. With how he had been acting towards her she didn't have to worry about him doing something depraved. She made her way to the bathroom and began to remove her clothing. As she fully removed her shirt she noticed a mirror hanging next to her, which happened to catch and reflect a scar that trailed across her back. She trailed her fingers across it lightly before she heard shuffling in the room, causing her to panic slightly and begin putting the nightgown on.

     Vergil was never really bothered by the elements, yet it seemed to be a lot warmer in the room than he liked. Getting up from the couch, he didn't give it a second thought as he moved past the bathroom and began to remove his vest and shirt. He wasn't used to having to share a room with someone, let alone a woman. And he and said woman weren't on great terms at the moment, though he didn't really care much...except he did. Some how, for some reason he actually did care, and he didn't know why. Something about her made him want to get her to open up, to get her to let him help her. To get her to see that the power she feels she isn't worthy to use is trying to get her to realize that she is worthy. Her inner devil cries out to her, but her morals cause her to lock it away. The look on her face and the pain in her voice when they were fighting those failed demons tugged at him, and he couldn't understand why. She felt responsible, that much was obvious. She thought it was her fault that they suffered and became the abominations that stood in the path of their blades. In a way Vergil thought she was, mostly because the fact she refused to use that power and stop it from happening in the first place. But then he looked at it from her perspective. She was hurt, afraid and most likely a lot of other things. He wasn't there when she had escaped so he really had no right to judge her choices. As he placed his shirt and vest over the chair with his coat, he made to pass back by the bathroom and return to the couch when the bathroom door opened.

     Seara opened the door and just about ran into Vergil as she was exiting. She was at least a good two inches from running face first into his torso, which she had just began to notice didn't have a shirt over it anymore. Her face began to heat up with a blush as she realized he must have passed by and removed his vest and shirt and was going back to his spot, causing the shuffling that spooked her. Vergil stood there for a moment before she could see him barely shift and she felt his eyes on her. That's exactly what she didn't want. "S-Sorry..I didn't know you were right there" Seara shifted away from him a bit before making her way back to the bed and fidgeting with the covers. She saw Vergil out of the corner of her eye make his way to the couch behind her, his eyes still having their phantom touch present on her back. Turning and sliding into the bed, Seara took a minute to get comfortable before motioning to the lamp on the desk between them "do you need this on? you were reading before so?...". Vergil shook his head "I can see well enough in the dark, you can turn it off" he shifted so that his legs both rested on the couch as he retrieved his book and began reading again. Seara didn't realize until then she had been holding her breath and let it out slowly before turning off the lamp.

       Vergil looked up once again at Seara as she turned away from him, and he got another view of something that troubled him greatly. The scar that marred her back caused him more concern than he thought he could hold for someone he barely knew. It traced from her right shoulder all the way down to the left side of her lower back. If she had the blood of Sparda in her veins then something like that would have healed, so why was it still there. That was the first negative aspect he had seen on her body since the day he had first met her at the shop. Everything else was basically perfect. Her skin was smooth and slightly pale, obviously well taken care of despite the fact that she went through hell. Her hair was sleek and reflected the light that touched it naturally. Vergil had to admit, even with his pride...she was beautiful. A part of him wondered if...he shook his head 'what are you thinking? after yesterday what makes you think she would like you? and she knows about everything else you have done'. Vergil cursed himself for seeming weak with such thoughts. Foolishness. And yet something made him want to hold onto those thoughts. Never had he wanted to help or protect someone since finding out Nero was his son. This feeling towards Seara was there the moment he saw her and heard her story, it was so strong Vergil thought his devil would break free from his trained restraint and do something it shouldn't. Vergil heard the soft breathing coming from the bed signaling Seara had fallen asleep. He looked back to her, the moon tracing the outline of her shape under the covers. Vergil was on the road to redemption, and for the first time in a long time, he hoped that he would have someone to keep him on that road.

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Didn't have much going on today so I thought I'd post the next chapter. hope you enjoyed it and as always sty safe and healthy!