A/N: Man, I know it's been a while and I am so behind on this particular work but I'm going to partially make it up to you guys, I'm planning on posting five separate chapters this week and then hopefully keep on top of things following that. I just reread the last chapter and I forgot how much I really like this one, plus this one and the ones following it are where I get to be the most creative with what happened.

Disclaimer: I'm so tired if typing tonight that I nearly can't spell dislciamer right…

Devil Trigger

"No… why should I be?" she asked softly, her hand touching the dark scales and spreading out along where his chest was. They were warm and smooth to the touch, a small laugh escaped her as she looked at him.

"This… this is insane…" Vergil just watched her, almost afraid to move. This human continued to surprise him. She was standing here, staring at his demonic form, curious and surprised, yes, but not afraid. He just let her explore, running her hands over his chest and shoulders, she suddenly pulled back and the half devil felt his breath catch in his throat.

"I… this is probably rude isn't it?" she asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. He laughed then, he couldn't help it, she was just so strange, that was what she was worried about? Offending him?

"What?" Amelia asked, putting her hands on her hips now. Vergil shook his head and tugged her hand gently toward the house.

"Come, I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh. It's just… I'm not used to someone being… not afraid of this." he gestured at himself. It'd been years since Madeline had stared in surprise and longer still since his mother had just handwaved off his father's demonic form as simply "part of his charm" he wasn't used to it anymore. He sat down, the form fading away with blue sparks as he did so.

"You don't have to do that, it's not bothering me." Amelia piped up, taking another seat, then thinking better of it and walking into the kitchen and starting a pot for tea.

"It's… more comfortable to be like this now." Vergil said "It's been a long time since I've pulled on that much of my energy. I thought I would've recovered it by now but… perhaps not quite." he looked at his hands, flexing them and trying to pull on his demonic energy again. It responded, though slower than he would've liked, the blue sparks darting up his arms as they transformed. He sighed and released it, he'd have to work on that.

"So that's… what you're supposed to look like?" Amelia asked, walking back over to him as the kettle started to heat. She did seem a little shaken as she took a seat next to him on the couch. He looked over at her.

"Well… not exactly. I'm supposed to be able to look like either. I'm both a human and a devil, not one or the other. Both forms are equally comfortable to me, it just takes a lot of energy to remain in my demonic form when I'm in the human realm and vice versa." Amelia scooted a tad closer to him.

"I see…" she said "Have you always been able to…" she waved her hand at him and where he'd been flicking blue sparks out of his hands.

"No, not always, I wasn't able to do it until I almost died as a kid…" he paused, unsure if he should continue to share. "My mother and brother and I were attacked at home, I tried to help mom… it didn't work. When I woke up I was…" he trailed off, allowing her to fill in the rest of the gaps. She nodded, rubbing a hand on his back, he started at first and then relaxed into the contact. It felt nice, he hadn't had someone to fuss over him since… well since Theuram but he didn't think the old devil counted. He looked over to her green eyes, they were very green… it was a nice color, it reminded him of the forests he used to run through as a kid… he had started to lean forward without even noticing it until the kettle started to sing and Amelia jumped up to go get it.

"I'm assuming you would like a cup?" she asked, Vergil could hear her heart hammering in her chest and wondered what got her so nervous. It was probably the attack… he thought to himself

"Yes. I would." he said, trying to explain why his own nerves were trilling as well. Amelia grabbed mugs from the cabinet and set the tea bags inside, taking a deep breath before pouring the hot water in. What had she been thinking…? She'd been about to kiss him but had he been about to kiss back…? It must be the nerves, the attack, it must be, she told herself. Sure he was attractive but they weren't together, they were just friends, if that, she was just helping him out until he got back on his feet… right…? Another deep breath and she took the mugs over to where Vergil was sitting. He accepted the mug without word and held it between both hands, taking a deep breath through the nose himself. He then paused.

"You're bleeding." he said and she paused, the light throbbing in her arm coming back to the forefront of her mind.

"Oh… right…" she said, looking down at her arm. Most of the bleeding had stopped. The cut was long but shallow

"Let me take care of it." the half devil said, setting her and his mug aside to pull over her arm for inspection. "I don't think it needs stitches." he said "I can't believe you forgot." Amelia laughed lightly.

"I can't either."

A/N: Alright so that's what I got for this one, I'm just gonna keep right on going. I told myself I could go get McDonald's if I finished this tonight…

Till next time,

-Winged Element