A/N: Hey guys… so it's been a little while… this is by far the longest break from fanfiction that I've ever taken… but I am back now so that's good right? I've been in Tokyo the whole summer and am now back in Michigan continuing my studies. Classes are tough but not too crazy and I'm working hard to keep on top of things. My updates my still be a bit sporadic but I'll try to keep things at least semi-regular. Anyway, I intend to put up my stories from Tokyo on Deviantart at some point but otherwise I'll just move on with what you guys are actually here for ^^;
Disclaimer: I've been to Japan but I still don't own CAPCOM
Waking Up
Vergil woke up in a car, his sharp nose picking up the smell of alcohol from somewhere behind him. He blinked blearily and sat up, it was still dark outside but the light from the dials illuminated the lady from the police station. She'd said that her name was Madeline, he recalled, yawning slowly and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Glad to see you're awake." She said, glancing at him from the corner of her eye before turning her attention back to the road.
"I fell asleep again?" the half devil mumbled, shifting in his seat, trying to work some of the stiffness from his muscles.
"You must be tired, it's quite the experience you went through." She said softly and Vergil bit his lip, his hand traveling to the hole in his shirt, remembering the pain of being stabbed through. Now his heart beat beneath his fingers, he never would have thought that he could survive being run through with a blade, let alone a beam of energy. Then again, there were a lot of things he didn't know, his father was gone, his mother was gone now too and he had no idea if his brother was dead or alive.
"Yes." He said softly, his fingers closing around the amulet that hung from his neck.
"That's quite the necklace." Madeline said, looking over at him again "Where'd you get it?" Vergil didn't quite understand why she was still talking to him, he just wanted to be left alone.
"My mom gave it to me." He whispered, he could hear her swallow as she realized the land mine that she stepped on.
"I'm sorry."
-The Boy in Blue-
The rest of the car ride passed in silence until they pulled into the garage of a small looking cabin.
"We're here," she said, the words pulled a tired, grouchy sounding groan from the back seat and the young devil turned around the passenger seat in surprise. In his tired mourning, he hadn't noticed the sound of breathing behind him.
"Don't mind him, that's my cousin's friend." Madeline said with a soft smile before reaching back and shaking the man's shoulder.
"Come on Ricardo, it's time to go inside." The man grumbled again and sat up a little unsteadily.
"Wha the hell… are we doin back 'ere?" he slurred, looking well beyond intoxicated.
"I brought you home from the police station." Madeline explained carefully, as though this man were a toddler rather than an adult.
"Hmmf." He grumbled, slowly exiting the car and using it as support to make his way into the house. Vergil watched with careful eyes, he didn't trust any of these people, not yet anyway, he wanted to be sure he could take any of them down should he need to. Ricardo, was clearly not a threat. He followed Madeline into the house slowly, memorizing the layout of the house as quickly as his still tired mind would allow. In the kitchen stood another woman who was trying to get Ricardo to go to bed.
"Honey, just go to the bedroom, trust me, you'll be glad you did that instead of crashing on the couch."
"I don't want to get up." The man grumbled, leaning back farther on the couch and turning his face from the light of the kitchen. The woman rolled her eyes and waved a hand at him, clearly fed up with his actions before turning to Madeline
"Thanks for going to get…" she stopped upon seeing Vergil "Who's the kid? Is that… is that blood?" she took a step back, as though the situation would clear up with further distance.
"His name's Anthony." Madeline said "He had just wandered up to the police station when I got there, I said I would let him sleep here for the night."
"You can't just do that." The other woman said
"Laurie, he has nowhere to go and just went through huge amounts of trauma, what was I supposed to do?"
"Let someone else take him." She grumbled, glaring daggers at Vergil, Vergil met her stare, not breaking it until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Anthony, let's get you cleaned up. Laurie's brother's stuff should still be here, right Laurie?" Madeline stared at her cousin from where she crouched next to Vergil and the other woman sighed reluctantly
"It should be, I'll go get it." She continued to grumble under her breath as she walked away. Madeline looked back to Vergil and shook her head
"Don't mind her, she's harmless, mostly. There's a bathroom down the hall, c'mon." she led Vergil into the bathroom and got out a towel before turning back to him
"Are you going to be okay if I let you clean yourself up?" she asked and the young devil nodded mutely. She smiled
"Okay, holler if you need anything." With that she was gone and Vergil took a deep breath, alone for the first time since he'd made it to the police station. A choked sob leaked from his throat and several tears began to create new tracks down his face. A soft nudge came into his mind as he was reminded that he wasn't truly alone. The young devil clung to the feeling, Yamato materializing in his left hand and Vergil hugged tightly to the ancient katana. The demon within having long forgotten how to materialize into an actual form it continued to pulse out feelings of comfort to its' young charge. Eventually the anger it had toward the monster that did this started to leak into Vergil's mind. The half devil let out a low growl,
"How dare they…" he growled at his reflection, feeling the power sleeping within him start to awaken, his eyes beginning to take on an otherworldly light as the just discovered inner demon came out to play
"They will pay."
A/N: Haha! Man I forgot how much I miss this shit…
Till next time,
-Winged Element
