One month later Vergil still hadn't left. He did demon slaying in the forest, keeping everything harmful from the inn. He also preformed a small ritual so that a demon would know who's territory they were in when they got within a certain radius of the place he was slowly calling home and he would sense them faster if they crossed the invisible border. Demon attacks, as a result, were now very rare.
Vergil pounded the last nail into the new roof he installed. Although the building was very loved, it was in poor condition.
"Hey, Stranger!" Vergil looked down, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand as Mia walked into view from the front door. "Why don't you come take a break? I made you a sandwich."
The sunlight played with the highlights in her hair. He vanished from the roof to right beside her.
"So what's next? You've fixed the doors, the counter, and the leaking roof."
He laughed, taking the plate from her hands. "You were talking about adding a few rooms."
"That I was." She reached up on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. She loved it when he started projects. He wouldn't leave until they were finished, which meant he stayed longer. "But then you would have to hire a few people to help you." Mia laughed as he scrunched up his nose at the idea. "Don't be that way, you shouldn't have to do everything yourself."
"But by doing everything myself I won't have to deal with those utterly repulsive creatures." Vergil leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together.
"Yes, heaven forbid you have to touch" Gasp. "… humans!"
He smiled kissing her lips. "That would be a terrible fate."
Mia laughed, lightly smacking his chest, a feat that would leave anyone else without a hand or, more often than not, dead. "Oh go inside and eat!"
Two months later Vergil had finished extending the inn by four rooms, two upstairs and two downstairs across from each other. He was taking Mia to dinner that night, it was a year after they met, their… anniversary.
She was excited, not even bothering to try and hide it. Her honesty and openness was something to be cherished.
Mia wore her prettiest gown, pulling some hair back with her grandmother's gold clip. Mrs. Gabby helped her get ready and calm her nerves. "Sweetie, he is asking you to a date and you two have been clinging to each other for months, he likes you, you don't have to worry."
"I-I know but still… what if I do something stupid?"
"Mia! You will do fine. He thinks you're cute anyway."
Mia rolled her eyes, "Oh great, he's taking me out because I'm a bimbo!"
"You are not a bimbo." The women whipped around to see Vergil standing at the doorway.
"How long have you been standing there? You're supposed to wait downstairs and be aw-struck when she walks down like an angel…"
"She always looks like an angel. Come on, Sweet, are you ready?"
Mia smiled, slightly blushing before taking his outstretched hand. "Thank you."
Vergil led her to his newest investment, a sleek silver sports car. "I figure since I am planning on staying a while then I should get some other means of transportation." Vergil smirked, opening the door.
"Wow, this is amazing!"
Dinner was at an expensive restaurant; Vergil would only have the best. At first it was uncomfortable, both trying not to make a mistake to ruin the day. Soon they fell back into their old routine, easy conversations and gentle teasing.
On their way home Vergil felt Mia's nervousness. "What's wrong?"
"So where does this leave us?"
Vergil smiled over at her, watching her stare out the window, avoiding his gaze.
Was she still afraid he was using her? Or would leave, never to come back?
"This leaves us on a new level of… dating. Which, embarrassingly enough, I have never been through. It also leaves me leaving to take care of some business for about a month, then to come back and stay." Forever. He didn't say it out loud but the word hung there in the air between them.
Mia smiled, content with his answer.
Okay, so the DMC timeline is a little weird. It seems more olden day but then you have technology like juke boxes and cars. I just kind of went with it...