Are We Having Fun Yet? (log, part ii)

[interstellar]

Where: Devil May Cry
When: Saturday, March 11th, around 11am
Who: Dante (stylishflair), Vergil (yamato_devil) and Yuna (wonderwing)
Summary: The saga continues. Vergil and Yuna talk honour, shooting stars, steak, parents and heaven. (Although not in that order.) Random displeased!Dante cameo at the end.
Notes: Shameless fluff -_-;; Very cute, but. (Or at least we think so ^_^;) Part 2 of 2, because LJ just kind of sucks like that.

By the time the movie had ended, it had already gotten dark outside. Feeling rather content to be with Yuna, Vergil kept his arm wrapped around her slim waist, they had given up on watching the movie about halfway through and had spent the following hour simply making out in the back of the cinema, not that the half-demon had minded all that much "Where do you want to go now?" He questioned.

"Your turn to pick," Yuna responded, smiling and keeping her arm wrapped around him, feeling similarly content. Making out in a dark cinema with your boyfriend sure beat Biology. "Wherever you want to go."

"I don't care," Vergil responded emotionlessly, his demeanour back in place now that the makeout session was over (and he no longer felt hot and flustered).

Fine, she'd beat him at his own game. "I don't either," she said firmly, resisting the urge to smile.

The half-demon frowned a little at that "Just decide," he responded coldly, although by now he knew that Yuna would not interpret that icy tone as genuine (and he wasn't sure whether to be thankful or annoyed at that fact).

"It's your turn," Yuna was still trying to resist a smile (or at least a pout of some kind), continuing in a stern tone, "I wanted to see a movie, now it's your turn to decide."

"Well I decide that you should decide." Vergil answered smoothly.

"And I decide that you should decide!" Yuna protested stubbornly, although she was unable to help smiling slightly. "Please just pick something, Vergil, otherwise we'll be here all night..."

"Why is it so important that I pick?" Vergil questioned emotionlessly, raising an eyebrow as he gazed at Yuna.

"Because I want you to have fun too," she said firmly. "It's not fair otherwise."

"Fun," Vergil muttered to himself before shaking his head "I don't have fun Yuna. Fun leads to carelessness and carelessness leads to death."

Yuna shook her head after a moment. "...not always. If it always did, there'd be no-one left. Bad things happen sometimes, it's true, but... it's alright just to have fun sometimes."

"I'm not the fun-having type," the half-demon answered dryly as he gazed ahead, his cold nature back in place again.

"I noticed," Yuna murmured, wrapping her arms around him. Gazing up at him, she questioned quietly, "...what can we do that'll make you happy? That's... what I want to do."

Vergil raised an eyebrow "Happy?" he remembered Sparda asking him a similar question a while ago and even then, he had not been able to answer "I don't know." He offered after a moment.

"Then we'd better find out," Yuna mused to herself, still hugging him gently. Resting her head on his chest, she questioned, "Flying makes you happy, right...? That's something, then..."

"I suppose," Vergil answered. Usually he didn't really think about what would and would not make him happy, so it was not really a concern of his. The vile piece of humanity that desired happiness had been shut away a long time ago, as the rest of his humanity would also be, eventually.

...this could be difficult, the summoner mused to herself. Deciding to approach this from a different angle, she questioned, "What made you happy when you were a child...?"

Why is she doing this? The part of me that feels this kind of thing is better off dead and buried within my soul, not brought out again. In all honesty, Vergil had no idea what had made him happy as a child, and he wasn't particularly prepared to remember his childhood, he had worked hard just to suppress the emotion completely, he didn't want it back "Does it matter?"

"Yes," Yuna said firmly, gazing up at him. "I want you to be happy... I want to be able to make you happy, so I need to find out what makes you happy," she explained, offering a tiny smile. "Does it... make sense?"

"I suppose," Vergil answered before sighing as he attempted to remember what he and Dante had done as children that had made him happy "...spending time with father always made me happy," he mused after a moment before hesitating, his mind settling on the time when he had stopped feeling happy, although he was reluctant to mention it "...I haven't been happy since the day mother was killed. I have dedicated my life to becoming a skilled swordsman, there is no place for happiness in my life now."

Yuna abruptly hugged him tightly, resting her head on his chest and giving a quiet sigh. "...she'd want there to be a place," she murmured softly. She knew full well that she was treading on thin ice, that she was probably far out of line, but it needed to be said. "...your mother wouldn't have wanted you to live a joyless life. She loved you, didn't she...?"

Vergil was about to inform her that Eva had always loved Dante more, that Dante had been her favourite when he decided against it, it was this kind of irrational thinking that led to mistakes.

Instead, he offered "She did, but she could never understand. she wasn't half a being." The self-resentment was clear in his voice.

Yuna nodded thoughtfully, deciding that arguing with him on that matter would not be the best. She didn't know the circumstances, and the feeling of isolation that came with being one (or two, really) of a kind must've been desolating. "She still loved you," Yuna mused softly. "...if you love someone, you want them to be happy, no matter what. Even if you don't really understand them... even if you don't always like their actions or agree with their choices, you still want them to be happy. She'd want you to be happy." Looking away, Yuna added shyly, "...I want you to be happy."

Gazing into her eyes with his own piercing blue ones, the half-demon squeezed her hand gently in a reassuring manner "I always blamed myself for her death." He admitted.

It was understandable, Yuna mused, and not even really that surprising. She didn't know the exact details of what had happened, and she'd never wanted to ask; she knew that their mother had been killed in a surprise ambush, that Dante had been there but somehow escaped harm and that the twins had been orphaned after that. In a way... she really didn't want to know, not unless Vergil saw fit to tell her. It wasn't the kind of family history that you wanted to dig up without permission.

Squeezing his hand back, she merely murmured, "It doesn't help, though..." She could tell him not to blame himself, that it wasn't his fault; it was true, but it would've been something he'd heard before, and why should he believe her when he hadn't believed whoever else had told him? "Whether you blame yourself or not, it never really helps..." Gazing at him, she continued softly, not really knowing if she was doing the right thing or not, "It's... it's unavoidable to, I guess... if you lose someone, especially in a way like that, you're doomed to wonder if there's something you could've done, but... it doesn't make it feel any better for anyone."

Regaining his composure after a moment, Vergil eventually offered stiffly "If it is what you want, then I will try to be happy."

But... I want you to want to be happy... Realising that realistically, this was probably the best she would get for awhile, Yuna nodded briskly, embracing him once more.

Vergil stiffly hugged her back, vaguely wondering how much humanity he would have to tolerate before Yuna would be happy. Whilst he loved her, he had spent half his life ridding himself of the vile emotions, he wasn't quite sure if he wanted them back to make him weak.

Yuna smiled contentedly, inwardly hoping that she could encourage him to want to be happy, with or without her. Glancing up at him and continuing to smile, she questioned, "Now... what do you want to do?"

Frowning thoughtfully as he began to think of something (it was obvious that Yuna wouldn't be happy unless he suggested something he actually wanted to do), his answer was given without him even opening his mouth as his stomach promptly rumbled loudly, causing him to glare and look rather frustrated in the process "Can we get something to eat?" He questioned, exasperated.

Yuna couldn't help but give a little giggle at that, nodding rapidly and pulling away, although she took his hand gently. "Come on, let's go to a restaurant, we can get a big meal," she smiled at him. Personally, she found his vocal stomach to be rather endearing (even cute, in a funny kind of way), although she decided not to inform him of this lest he suicide out of embarrassment.

Rubbing his forehead lightly, the half-demon had to wonder how he could possibly be hungry again so soon when he had done nothing but laze around and make out with Yuna. Still, now that he thought about it he was pretty hungry, so he decided to make it easier for himself and simply cave in right there and then "Good idea." He offered stiffly.

Sometimes, being a demon, or even half of one was a real pain in the butt.

*

It was a small miracle, but Yuna had managed to secure reservations for one of the most chic restaurants in all of the inner city, within half an hour. (In actuality, it had been a happy coincidence of family connections, an unexpected reservation withdrawal and a bit of good old-fashioned bribery, although Vergil didn't need to know any of that, really.) The food had been quite nice, the steak having been so rare that it was practically still mooing on arrival, and Yuna's pasta meal had been surprisingly filling. However, it had now come time for the bill to be paid, and Yuna was not to be thwarted.

Deciding to distract Vergil with small talk (as they'd eaten in relative silence), she questioned, "Don't you think the decorations are nice here...?" This would encourage him to look around the room and not at her, taking the bill.

However, it seemed that Yuna had forgotten just how much training the swordsman had put himself through. The moment he noticed Yuna reach for the small slip of paper on the table, his hand darted forward and snatched it from the table "I'll pay." He stated emotionlessly.

Yuna managed to dart forwards in time to get one hand on the bill, shaking her head. "Let me," she said firmly, smiling sweetly.

"You paid at the food court," Vergil answered, firmly tugging the bill away from her. He would not let her win, not this time.

"But this is so much more expensive," Yuna protested.

"That's beside the point," Vergil stated emotionlessly "I'm paying the bill. You've spent enough money on me today. Besides, I am supposed to pay, it is the honourable thing to do."

"I want to do the honourable thing too," Yuna pointed out firmly, shaking her head. Several couples at other tables were glancing over at them, although Yuna took no heed of them.

"Your a woman, the honourable thing for you to do is to sit there and let me pay the bill." Vergil answered emotionlessly, getting out his wallet.

Yuna shook her head, pulling out her purse. "Can we at least split the bill?" she questioned, knowing full well that he probably wouldn't agree. "Then it's the honourable thing because we're both getting what we want."

Vergil frowned a little at that "I'll pay for my meal," he finally offered emotionlessly, knowing that it was his food that had added most of the cost to the bill.

...blast, thwarted. Yuna couldn't help but pout at that, looking rather reluctant, although she nodded. "...just this once," she mumbled somewhat grumpily.

"Good," Vergil answered, feeling rather pleased with himself as he payed for his share of the bill before he stood up, ignoring the sullen mutterings from other customers who had witnessed the sheer amount of food he had consumed (and were rather annoyed that he had such a trim, muscular build despite it), he strode out behind Yuna, slipping some money into her pocket that covered her share as well.

Yuna was, thankfully, unaware of Vergil's action, although as she wrapped an arm around him, she slipped money covering his share into his trenchcoat pocket, disguising it with an impromptu kiss on the cheek. "Should we just go home now?" she questioned, smiling tiredly.

Also not noticing the action, distracted by gazing into Yuna's bi-coloured eyes, Vergil nodded "Yes, no doubt Dante will be going ballistic right about now."

"Probably," Yuna mumbled, remembering what had happened last time they'd left Dante alone in favour of quiet time. Fortunately, he was less likely to set his own kitchen on fire; it wasn't completely out of the question, but it was less likely.

Vergil shuddered at the thought of what Dante could be doing before he dismissed the thought as quickly as possible, leaning over and gently kissing Yuna on the lips gently and rather spontaneously, his own lips still lightly tinted a rich crimson from the red wine he had been drinking at the restaurant. How many bottles had it been again? He had lost count once he had opened the third. But of course, he wasn't drunk, it was impossible for him to get drunk.

Yuna kissed him back, looping her arms around him and blushing slightly. She could taste the wine on his lips, but it wasn't unpleasant, although she was no drinker herself (she'd contented herself with a glass of apple juice; lack of taste for alcohol aside, no-one would ever believe that she was legally allowed to drink by looking at her). Pulling away breathlessly, she smiled contentedly. "Today was fun," she offered softly.

"It was," Vergil admitted as they strode down the street, hand in hand "The waiter kept giving me funny looks though, almost as though it wasn't normal for me to be drinking that much." Although, now that he thought about it, he probably should have been a bit more conservative with the wine, after all, downing the rich, crimson substance like it was water was probably not one of his most dignified moments.

Yuna giggled softly, musing that they'd probably thought he was some kind of alcoholic. Not that it really mattered, though... at least she knew what to get him to drink from now on. "It doesn't matter about him," she shook her head, smiling. "I'm glad you had fun. We should do it again."

"Mm," Vergil agreed, sounding rather distracted for a moment before he gently placed two fingers beneath Yuna's chin, gently making her lift her head and gaze up at the sky "Shooting star." He offered flatly, removing those fingers and stuffing his hand into his trench coat pocket. The night had turned bitterly cold.

Yuna blinked, gazing up at the sky and beaming as she saw the shooting star. Smoothing out her skirt and drawing her jacket around herself slightly tighter, she mused idly, "Some cultures think they're a bad omen... others think they're a sign of better things to come," she smiled sheepishly, glancing at him and wrapping an arm around his waist. "...they're very pretty, whatever they are."

"Demons believe they are symbols of new angels ascending into heaven," Vergil offered after a moment, sounding rather thoughtful as he gazed up at the sky "...heaven."

"That's so pretty," Yuna murmured, smiling serenely and leaning against him lightly. "...angels, huh? I... like the sound of that."

Vergil held her securely, continuing to gaze up at the stars thoughtfully "And when a shooting star crashes onto the earth, it symbolises that an angel has fallen from grace and has joined the demons of the Underworld."

"Does that... happen a lot?" Yuna questioned curiously, averting her gaze from the skies to look at him. Somehow even though she'd lived with the knowledge of demons for months, angels seemed like such a strange, unreal thought. Well, a Heaven to balance out Hell was a pleasant thought, at least. "Angels falling...?"

Vergil shook his head "No, not often. Usually they are tempted away from the light by a demon in disguise."

"...I feel kind of sorry for them," she murmured thoughtfully, resting her head on his chest peacefully. "...it must be sad... to go from heaven to hell."

Continuing to stare up at the sky, Vergil continued rather distantly "Heaven does not welcome demons. Regardless of the life you lead, if you are a demon you are going down, how far depends on how you led your life, the worse you were, the further down you go."

Yuna's eyes widened and she inhaled sharply, realising what that meant instantly and wrapping her arms around him. He seemed resigned to the fact... but it must be hard to resign yourself to something like that, that you were doomed from the start. "...that's not fair," she eventually murmured rather weakly.

"Why?" Vergil questioned emotionlessly, glancing at her "Demons by nature are not caring creatures. They have no emotion besides the seven sins, lust, envy, greed, gluttony, wrath and pride, we don't belong with the angels."

"...but what about people like Mr Sparda?" Yuna responded, gazing up at him thoughtfully, genuine concern clear in her bicoloured eyes. Looking away and gazing back up at the sky, she added quietly, "...what about you? It's not..."

"It doesn't matter," Vergil answered emotionlessly "Father and I accepted the fact that we will never ascend to heaven a long time ago. We are demons, there is no place for a demon in heaven and there never will be."

Figured... the afterlife was just as unfair as what came before. Yuna sighed softly, hugging him tightly and closing her eyes. "...exceptions should be made," she mumbled after a moment.

"It doesn't matter," Vergil repeated, gently brushing away a tear from her face with his finger.

"...it's still not fair," she murmured, keeping her eyes closed. "...things like that should depend on the heart... not what someone's born as. The same rules should apply to everyone, human or otherwise..."

Vaguely wondering if he should comfort her or not, Vergil rubbed her back softly as he added in the same monotone as before "The only regret I have is that I’ll never be able to see mother."

At least he's okay with it... that, that's something. But still... "...I'm sorry," she said softly, glancing up at him and smiling weakly. "...we should... talk about something else."

Vergil nodded, although he could not really think of anything else to talk about, he was never very good at starting conversations.

Knowing all too well that this was truly the mark of desperation, she questioned, "How's training going...? We could do some training when we get back...?"

"It's going well," Vergil responded calmly, slipping into the new topic easily "I'm considering adding a few more things to my routine, more hand-to-hand mostly."

"In case you're without your weapon?" Yuna questioned, tilting her head to the side. That made sense, although from what she'd seen, he was already quite skilled at hand-to-hand combat. "Have you and Mr Sparda trained together much lately...?"

"Not lately," Vergil answered, sounding slightly disappointed although he did his best to conceal it "Father has been rather busy, what with preparing for Mundus' next attack."

And giving me classes on 'courting'.

"Mr Sparda seems to be busy with a lot of things," Yuna agreed thoughtfully. Like thinking about grandchildren... "Do you and Dante train together much...?" Then again, she could imagine that any 'training' session between the twins would probably turn into a violent slugfest...

The half-demon shook his head "No, Dante and I have very different ideas of training." He answered emotionlessly, remembering the last time he had attempted to get Dante to train with him ... never again.

Remembering Dante's suggestion of using the rest of the family as target practice, Yuna quickly nodded in agreement. Yes... that was probably for the best. "What about Miss Lady?" she questioned thoughtfully. Damn, they were almost out of housemates now... unless Woozy counted.

"Train with a human?" Vergil questioned, raising an eyebrow and looking rather disgusted with the idea "No. Humans can't keep up. It gets annoying," he answered "I don't mind training humans, but when it comes to my own training, I would rather do it alone."

Yuna blinked, but wasn't too surprised. Miss Lady and Vergil didn't seem to like one another much, anyway... "I guess Mr Sparda is the best bet, then...?"

The half-demon nodded "Yes, training with father is probably best. He makes me push myself far harder than usual, although I am not capable of keeping up with him. I tire out faster than he does." He sounded a little annoyed at that.

"You'll get stronger," she assured him, smiling. "Eventually, you'll be able to keep up with him for as long as it takes, I'm sure."

"My demon is still an infant," Vergil continued, the self-resentment back in his tone as he added "It isn't strong enough."

"It will be eventually," Yuna said softly, keeping an arm wrapped around him. "...even if it's an infant, it's still strong enough to kill many powerful demons, right?"

Calming again and regaining his composure, Vergil wrapped his arm around her waist again, deciding not to dwell on his weaknesses for the moment. Dipping his head, he kissed her gently on the lips.

Yuna blushed slightly, but kissed him back tenderly, wrapping her arms around him. It had been a good day... she supposed it would count as one of their first official dates (although it was really hard to tell), but it hadn't really felt like that. No pressure, just... fun.

Pulling away after a moment, Vergil stopped outside the large doors of the Devil May Cry building. The neon sign cast a pinkish-red glow over his pale face and buzzed softly but for a moment he did not seem to notice, his eyes fixated on Yuna.

Yuna smiled broadly, gazing at him happily. She'd not really bothered to right herself after the flying or the makeout session, so she was still somewhat ruffled, although she barely seemed to notice. "Today was really great," she mused happily. "Do you... think so?"

Not responding, the half-demon looked rather thoughtful for a moment before he nodded and offered rather stiffly "I'm glad we did this," trailing off for a moment as he frowned deeply, almost as though he was attempting to recognise something, he finally added "I'm happy, I think."

Yuna's eyes widened in surprise, but she looked thrilled at that, giving a little cry of glee and hugging him impulsively. Pulling away after a moment, she nodded rapidly. "Then we'll definitely have to do this again!"

Nodding and looping an arm around her waist again, Vergil strode into the Devil May Cry building, only to find himself face-to-face with his brother.

Dante did not look very pleased in the least, arms crossed and a downright fearsome expression on his face. "Brother," his frustration was clear. "What part of 'it's your turn to answer the phone for one while I go out on a job, so don't leave the phone unattended' didn't make sense to you?"

Yuna blinked, temporarily taken aback. Think fast? "We ordered pizza, though..."

From the expression on Dante's face, it was clear that all was forgiven.