A/N: Hey guys! Sunday night again and I'm like… well I should probably type up something for you guys to read ^^; If I do that's two weeks in a row for this fic! I just found an amv for a movie who's name I can't remember off the top of my head and set to the song You Can Be King Again. It's super sad. So who's ready for more feels?
Disclaimer: Heh.
Pain
Vergil let out another low growl, the power continuing to build up inside him, along with a throbbing pain in his chest.
"They will pay…" he said again, Yamato thrumming in agreement. The ancient katana had a bloodlust like no other, fierce and dark and burning it flowed into the young devil's mind like a plague. Vergil clenched his fists tightly, sparks beginning to dance off his knuckles as the power within started to hit higher levels. Suddenly pain flared in his chest and he gasped, letting go of Yamato and looking at his hands, not quite able to process what he was seeing. His hands were buzzing, moving back and forth almost too fast for his eyes to process, were he human it would've looked like a blur. Rage pushed to the back of his mind, though not forgotten, the boy took a deep breath, focusing his mind and prodding at the power within his chest. It flared painfully at the suggestion and he sucked in a breath between his teeth. Yamato sent out encouraging pulses, it knew of the seal that Sparda had placed on both the boys in the womb to protect themselves and their mother from their own power. Vergil had broken that seal but didn't yet have control over the power that dwelled beyond it. The only way to control it was practice.
The half devil bit his lip, pushing at the power, ignoring the flare of pain and pushing harder, his tooth broke skin as he bit harder, every muscle in his body tense as he ignored the pain, finally there was flash of light that he saw even behind closed eyes as he let out a short yelp and then everything felt different. Vergil opened his eyes again, the world seemed brighter, smells sharper, sounds more crisp. He took a slow breath, releasing his lip from noticeably sharper teeth, and looked at his hands once again. Tiny black scales and neat short claws greeted him instead of soft human skin and ragged nails. He sucked in his breath in surprise, looking down at his body and finding a mix of blue and black scales coating him from head to toe. He turned and looked in the mirror, glowing blue eyes staring back from his reflection. The young devil looked under his arm clumsily upon noticing the wings that hung limply from his back, banging against the wall as he wasn't used to the extra appendages.
"Ow…" he mumbled, surprising himself with the sound of his own voice, it carried a strange echo in this form. Though the bump to the wall answered the question if he could feel the wings attached to his back.
"Anthony?" Madeline knocked on the door and the young devil froze, his mind frantically trying to figure out how to change back. She couldn't find him like this, his mom had always told him and Dante to hide their demonic natures around normal people because they would hate them if they didn't. "Is everything okay in there?" He paused, he couldn't answer like this either, before he could figure out how to force the change back the power had faded enough on its own, his body changing back to his human form. He sighed and looked at the closed door.
"I'm fine."
"Okay, hurry up though, you should get some sleep, we'll be going back to the police station tomorrow." Vergil nodded
"Okay." He heard her receding footsteps and sighed, that was way too close. He'd have to be more careful from now on, but he needed to practice, to get stronger so nothing could hurt him and so he could find his brother again, Yamato hummed in agreement.
-The Boy in Blue-
Madeline looked worriedly at the door as she walked away, she didn't know what that poor boy had been through and part of her was sure that she never would know. He was tighter than a clam and she was fairly sure he was in shock on top of everything else. The social workers had said that he wasn't injured, at least not physically but with all of that blood, it was almost hard to believe that there wasn't a scratch on him. She shook her head, there was something odd about him that was for sure, though it could be the trauma. The young woman sighed as she walked into the kitchen. Making a cup of coffee probably wasn't the worst idea she could be having right now. She was sure that Anthony would wake up at some point or not be able to sleep at all now that the adrenaline and following exhaustion was wearing off, the situation had to be sinking in now.
She had just started into the third chapter of her book when a much cleaner looking Anthony walked into the room. The clothes he was wearing were way too big but at least they were clean. Madeline was surprised to see that his hair really was white under all the blood that had been staining it. It fluffed up a little, still clearly damp but nearly hung into his eyes, he needed a haircut, she thought to herself, smiling softly.
"You tired?" she asked, he shook his head in response. "Me neither." She crinkled her nose and he just blinked at her, giving nothing away.
"You hungry?" she tried again, another shake of the head "Thirsty?" she received a shrug to this. Taking it as close to a yes as she was going to get, Madeline stood and walked into the kitchen, pulling a cup from the cupboard.
"What do you want?" he paused, blue eyes thoughtful
"Something warm." She turned back to the cupboard, smiling, finally, getting somewhere.
A/N: Slightly strange place to leave off but eh…? I like this so far. Also, my roommate's dyeing my hair for Trish :3 Youma's so close I can taste it!
Till next time,
-Winged Element
