A/N: AHHHHH my hands are so cold right now... I can't feel them... It's making it really hard to type... Ugh... *sniffles* why is the cafeteria so cold?

Guest: I'm glad you like it so much, here's the next chapter, thanks for the review!

Guest: Sorry, I guess I didn't make it very clear, I'm warping things a little bit just to be able to include the novels and anime, this takes place after the first novel, where basically all you need to know is that Vergil tried to merge the demonic and human realms and Dante beat him up. Though I highly recommend reading the novels if you haven't. Sorry for the confusion and thanks for the review!

Brown Hair and Green Eyes

For the second time in far too soon a time period, Vergil found himself waking from unconsciousness and wondering where he was. There was no longer grass beneath him but a comfortable bed and no longer open sky but a white ceiling. He blinked a couple of times, he still ached, how long had it been since he'd been beaten, he wasn't used to taking this long to heal. He just wanted to be better and get back on his feet, get back to his mission, he needed more power if he was going to triumph next time... He had to... He...

"Oh? You're awake?" He heard the same voice that he'd heard before when that woman... His eyes flicked over to the side and he sighed as he saw her. Why couldn't she have just left him in peace? All he had wanted was to be left to his own misery. He started to pick himself up, all of his muscles protesting but at the very least he wasn't spitting up blood or passing out again.

"Hey! You shouldn't be trying that!" She put a hand against his chest, trying to push him back down onto his back. He growled and instinctually tried to reach for his demonic energy, coughing and hacking when he did. His body resisting it with everything it had. He allowed the woman to push him back into a laying position in his distraction. When she successfully had him on his back again she huffed and a moment later Vergil felt a pleasant coolness against his forehead. He opened his eyes once more and saw the woman moving away after placing a damp cloth on his head.

"Please stop trying to be an idiot." She grumbled before turning to a stove and opening the oven a crack to peer in. The half devil's sensitive nose picked up the smell of meat and vegetables before it wafted away into the background of the room once more. He looked back to the ceiling, his mind searching out the presence of Yamato. The blade answered his bidding almost immediately, the low pulse of the blade's power calming him a little bit.

Why can't I access my power? He prodded the ancient katana. If anything had the answers to this conundrum, it would be the sword. Yamato rumbling voice answered softly

You were badly injured, only a half devil of your caliber could have survived the beating you received, even then... You need time, your powers will return as you heal. I do not advice repeating the experience. Vergil took a deep breath, at least he wasn't crippled for the rest of his life...

It won't happen again. He promised, it'd never happen again, he would get enough power, next time, he'd be the one standing victorious.

"You're a quiet one aren't you?" The woman asked, looking at him with warm eyes. Vergil looked at her, his gaze calculating, before returning his eyes to the ceiling. The woman laughed then, a warm sound that filled the room. For the briefest of moments, Vergil's mind turned to his mother, before he wrenched his thoughts from that path, humans were weak, he'd seen that proved to him over and over again, there was nothing that could show otherwise.

"I'm Amelia." She said, introducing herself to the man that was currently laying on the bed of her tiny home. She'd been honestly amazed when she'd found him that he was alive at all. She thought at first that she'd stumbled on a corpse when she'd been out in the field looking for morels. It wouldn't have been the first time she'd seen a dead body. The Order sometimes found themselves in over their heads and often had to carry the dead back into town themselves but she never had thought she'd run across one while looking for mushrooms. The man offered no name in response and she rolled her eyes and turned back to the dinner that she was making, though not much had changed in the pot roast. She sighed and rolled up her sleeves, preparing to do the dishes when she heard a mild grunt from behind her, already knowing that the stubborn man was probably trying to sit up again. Amelia looked to the ceiling Savior please give me the patience to deal with this man... she thought to herself before turning to see the man sitting upright and inspecting himself for wounds. Wounds that should have still been there... where now there was unmarred skin.

"Who are you...?" she asked quietly, icy blue eyes lifted to meet her own.

"Vergil."

A/N: Sorry for the delay, I've been trying to get through the end of my senior year of college so... yeah I've got my senior design project looming, along with my microcontroller's project... yay engineering? *sighs*

Till next time,

-Winged Element