A/N: Hey guys! I'm pretty proud of myself, I'm typing this chapter before most of you have even gotten reviews in on the previous one, but don't think that means that I don't want the reviews on that chapter too! So I'm typing this chapter on my new laptop, well new to me anyway, the laptop itself is pretty old but it runs better than my actual computer does so… and y'know what sucks? I have to work tonight, tomorrow night, and Friday night, for those of you who aren't Americans, tomorrows independence day so lots of fireworks and sparkles and such and I have to work! It sucks! I wanna be able to kiss my boyfriend under the fireworks dammit! Anywho, I'll stop ranting because you guys probably don't really care about all of that…

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Nero froze, he didn't know what to do, what if Mitch found out about his arm? What should he do? In a moment of panic he clutched his arm close to his body and covered it with his left. Mitch just looked at him.

"Are you okay?" his friend asked, reaching a hand out.

"I'm fine!" the preteen snapped

"What's wrong?" Mitch looked hurt

"Nothing's wrong. I just gotta… I just gotta go." Nero stood but Mitch grabbed his wrist.

"Wait! Is this about the bandages? We have some here, you can change them out, I promise I won't call your arm gross or anything, is that what you're worried about?" the partial devil looked at his friend for a long moment, contemplating, he stared long enough that the blond began to squirm a little under his scrutiny. Finally the preteen heaved a huge sigh and sat back down.

"Okay."

"Yes!"

"But!" Nero interrupted his friend's celebration "You have to swear that you'll never tell anyone about this. Ever." The seriousness of the white haired boy's tone surprised Mitch but he nodded and dashed into the bathroom, moments later he was back with a package of white gauze.

"There are some good things about having like twelve first aid kits around the house." He grinned and handed it over to a still very serious Nero. The partial devil looked at his friend once more, still thinking about just dashing out of the house and not coming back. He could always go home, tell his dad what had happened, maybe his dad could transfer him, or maybe he could homeschool him. That could work… not. After taking another deep breath he slowly began to unwrap the bandages that held back the bright blue glow of his demonic arm.

"What is that?" Mitch's eyes were about the size of dinner plates as he took in the bright light that was starting to shine through in the dim bedroom.

"It's… my arm… I lied about it being a skin disease." Nero spoke slowly as the last layer started to come away, revealing the dark blue on the bottom and the bright glowing azure on the top.

"Why's it glowing? Why's it blue? What's this thing?" he poked the nub on the partial devil's elbow and he winced lightly, the area was still sensitive but the skin was slowly becoming harder and tougher. Mitch noticed his friend wince and snatched his hand back.

"I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, that part's just a little sensitive still."

"What is it?"

"It's… well… Mitch have you ever heard of demons?" Nero avoided his friend's curious eyes, the other boy nodded slowly.

"Yeah, they're like monsters and stuff right?"

"Pretty much. Well my dad… he uh… his dad… his dad was a demon." The white haired boy's eyes were closed, he was prepared for the rejection, the horror, but it never came. Mitch just sat there puzzling for a moment before he said.

"So your dad's dad, so your grandpa… was a demon? So your arm…"

"It's a demon arm." The partial devil said, glaring down at his cursed limb, his dad was so lucky; his dad didn't have any proof on his being that he was part demon, except for his hair, which wasn't that bad, people dyed their hair all the time. The worst it got him was a few teasing remarks from the people he worked with or an odd glance on the street.

"Can I see it?" Mitch looked excited, which startled the smaller boy, he just told his best friend that he was part devil and his friend still wanted to be his friend, not only that but the boy wanted to see his devil arm.

"You mean… you're not freaked out by it?" he asked, a slightly stunned expression on his face.

"No, why? I think it's kinda cool! Does it still feel like normal skin?" Nero shook his head and stuck his right arm out between them where Mitch tentatively poked the dark blue scales.

"It's tough!" the blond said in surprise and Nero just nodded.

"It's like armor, or that's what Dante says. See where the end of the gold lines are? Where it's kinda reddish?" Mitch nodded and ran his finger along one of the lines, Nero giggled a little.

"What?"

"That tickles…"

"Sorry!"

"It's okay, anyway, that's where Dante says I'll end up having the most armor on it."

"Wait, it's still growing?" Mitch asked and Nero stood to his rather short height and glared at his friend.

"Do I look like I'm done growing to you?" he demanded, his friend grinned but shook his head. "Then my arm isn't either, at least that's what I think."

"Why's it glowing?"

"Dante says…"

"Who is Dante? You keep talking about him."

"Dante's my dad, I'm still not used to having a dad so he's just been Dante or old man to me."

"Old man? Isn't it kinda mean to call you dad old?"

"He calls me a kid!"

"Nero, we're eleven, we are kids."

"Well… he looks like an old man with that white hair!"

"You have white hair too." Mitch snickered.

"Well! Well! He just is!"

A/N: I really like Nero's justification at the end XD anywho, I gotta hurry up and get to work!

Till next time,

-Winged Element