Sitting in front of the pantry I sighed, frustrated "VERGIL!!! YOU DON'T HAVE CAKE MIX!!!" I yelled once again digging in the pantry and throwing random boxes about, while doing so I heard loud footfalls "He's mad..." I thought smirking to myself.
About to throw another box behind me my wrist gets caught in a tight grip "What are you doing, Rheya?" Vergil asked calmly, I tried to tug myself out of his grip but to no avail "Umm... Re-organizing?" I said with a smile.
Vergil almost smiled at that, I always tend to get him to almost smile but never a full fledged OMG-THAT-BURNS smile that I believe that is truly impossible "Nice try..." Vergil said in his usual stoic voice. Then he turned around and dragged me to my room "VEEERGGG... Nuuu!!!" I whined, Vergil massaged his fore-head "Out of all the times for you to get hyper, why now?" he demanded, I frowned does he like me better when I'm quiet and obediant?
I pointed at Arkham "I found pixie sticks in his room next to the jest--" I was interrupted by Arkham "My apologies, Vergil. I will watch her. You may go back to the library." he said quickly.
Vergil glared at him (obviously suspicious) but he said nothing and left me with Arkham (aka Fagtard) he turned to give me a glare "Listen, you insane fool. You will not tell Vergil anything of Jester. Is that clear?" he hissed, I blinked "OOOHHH! IS IT A SURPRISE OR SOMETHIN?!" I said completely throwing Arkham off, he didn't answer he turned and left slamming the door behind him.
I pouted "How rude!" I huffed dropping myself on my bed, I looked around thinking about why I was here again...
I had been taken to be a potential "lover" of Vergil's but what they didn't know is that I had a hyper-active side that could not be easily tamed.
That side only listened when it wanted to...
So instead of being his lover I became more of a companion, I craved for his company. I always get attached to the dependent, cold type of people and (most of the time) I found that they like my company in return. But Vergil is different, he is difficult to decipher.
One moment he tolerates me then the next he's practically throwing me out, I smiled to myself, but in the end I'd always find my way back to him.
When I wanted forgiveness I'd sit next to him (whether it would be the floor or the couch) lean against him and wait (then fall asleep). Surprisingly he never complained or got mad, he just went on doing whatever he was doing and when he needed to get up I guess he'd pick me up and move me to my room.
I began to feel cold and alone in my room so I left in search for Vergil "Veerrggg!!!" I called out walking down the complex hallways of the large mansion, getting colder I zipped up my black hoodie and shoved my hands in it's pockets.
I looked down at my skirt "Maybe I'd be warmer if I were wearing pants... Nah. My converse are warm enough." I thought, noting my knee-high black on black converse, I continued to walk until I ran into Alice (aka Crackwhore) "Are you looking for Vergil?" she sneered giving me a dirty look.
I shrugged "Why do you need to know, CW?" I retorted smirking and continuing on my way, a while later I made it to the library I opened the door slowly peeking in to find Vergil reading at a desk not too far away.
I walked in and shut the door behind me quietly, Vergil did not look up from his book, "Are you calm now?" he asked I nodded "Yes, Vergil." I answered waiting for him to give me permision to moved from my post at the door.
He took a glance at me "Sit." he ordered, I had to use my all of my will power to keep from throwing myself on him, I just nodded and took my seat across from him.
To make myself more comfortable I sprawled myself (from the torso and up) on the table, it didn't take very long until I got bored I started to stretch my arms trying to touch the other side.
Vergil sighed and set his book down "What is it now?" he said I smiled to myself "I'm tryin to see if I can reach you..." I said happily.
He seemed completely blank at my comment "You'll never reach me that way..." he said with my head resting on the table I stared up at him, his silver hair and electric eyes seemed to gleam even in this dim library, I was enchanted by them.
I blinked snapping out of my stupor I stretched a little further, "I'll never be able to touch you if you don't reach out a little." I said, for some strange reason it hurt saying that.
Was it because he might not be listening to what I'm saying?
Was there another meaning in my words?
Vergil got up from his seat, I just stared at my hands "I'm so stupid... Why did I say that?" I thought mentally kicking myself. Then the most unexcepted moment happened.
Vergil picked me up and carried me... bridal style.
I flushed "Wha--What do you t-think you're doin?" I stuttered trying to hide my face in my hands, if this is how he responds to "reaching out a little." then I'm guessing Vergil doesn't half-ass anything, I laughed. Vergil just shook his head then he took me to my room.
Later that night, I was standing out on the balcony "Why me? Out of all the beautiful, smart, perfect women in this world... Why was I chosen?" I asked, no response came, I closed my eyes and listened to the wind. My favorite quote came to my mind,
It's like the wind, I can't see it... but I feel it.
But the question was...
What was "it"?
Name: Rheya Angalia Arakiel
Age: 18
DOB: July 18
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 132
Positive Characteristics: Loyal, Sensitive, Easily Flattered, Imaginative, Warm, Sincere
Negative Characteristics: Lacking in Stability, Overly Eccentric, Moody, Devious, Depressive
This story is set during the time of the Devil May Cry 3 manga.
