A/N: Here we go, more typing… I'm going to be typing all afternoon… after these, I've got a paper that I've been putting off all semester and then I've got to do power point slides for the presentation for senior design. I really don't want to do that paper… which is why I'm currently typing fanfiction instead! Woot! I also wish that I didn't have to go to lab tonight, but other than the lab final, it's the very last one, thank god…

Disclaimer: I is engineer, not game developing company

Simple Moments

Vergil was confused when he initially came back to consciousness. For one, he wasn't in pain, and two, he was on top of something much softer than he was used to laying on. He'd become accustomed to the hard hotel bed, and the even harder sand of the cave he'd claimed in the demonic realm. But he was neither here nor there, he was in the home of a young woman who'd been kind enough to take him in despite his cursed heritage and it was still confusing the half devil to no end. Why would she do such a thing? He sighed and was relieved when black dots no longer clogged his vision as he sat up, looking around the room, taking in more details than he'd been able to yesterday in his weakened state. He reached for his demonic power again, only to wince, alright so that was still recovering.

How long will I have to wait for it to come back? He pushed the thought at the devil arm that he carried. The ancient katana paused, though he knew that it had heard him.

I cannot say… the katana grumbled I have never served a half breed such as yourself, it is difficult to predict how your kind will react in many situations. Likely you've overdrawn your demonic energy, it would regenerate faster if you were in the demonic realm but you are in no condition to go through a hellgate. You will just have to be patient. At least you have a companion who is naïve enough to look after a devil without question. Vergil chuckled a little at the last statement. Yamato didn't seem to actively dislike humans, it was just of the opinion that most of them were extremely weak, just as Vergil himself thought. The half devil sighed and stood, realizing belatedly that the woman, Amelia, his mind supplied the name easily, must have cut his shirt off in order to bandage his wounds as the only thing covering his pale skin were slightly dirtied bandages. Looking around, he didn't see anything to cover himself and so went to the kitchen, glancing at the clock to ensure that he hadn't woken too early in the morning to warrant cooking, and began poking around the kitchen for cookware. He found a pan and spatula easily enough and then looked in the fridge and dug out a handful of eggs and even a package of bacon. Soon enough the pan was sizzling and popping with breakfast foods and the half devil's sharp ears picked up the sound of movement in the bedroom.

Amelia was a little confused when she woke, not to her blaring alarm, although it was her day off, her brain reminded her blearily, but to the smell of bacon and eggs. She sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes when the events of yesterday rushed back into her mind and she stiffened. If she was smelling bacon, then that meant that the half devil was awake, awake and moving around. She stumbled out of bed, rushing to pull some clothes on and look like a somewhat respectable member of society. She yanked her rat's nest of hair back into some semblance of a bun and called it good, just as she heard the clicking of the oven being turned off. The young woman pulled the door open and froze as she saw the half naked man standing in her kitchen. She felt her cheeks heat up and quickly tried to squash the feeling, of course he wasn't wearing a shirt, he hadn't been wearing much of one when she'd found him and needed to cut the rest of it off in order to bandage his wounds. It was just that when she was in nurse mode she hadn't been paying attention to him. Now, well now he had removed the bandages and his skin was completely unmarred and… rather spectacular. She looked off to the side, he seemed to notice her discomfort.

"I'm sorry, there was nothing left of my shirt and I didn't see anything to cover myself with." She smiled slightly

"It's fine… I uh… I'll look in my closet to see if my brother has accidentally left anything here when we're done eating." Her mouth was starting to water slightly at the smell of the food. "You made this?" she asked, looking at the plate of bacon and eggs and toast that was wordlessly handed to her. He nodded, digging through drawers for a fork and handing her one when he found them.

"Wow… um thanks." She said, and then went to grab glasses and glanced at him

"Coffee or tea?" she asked, the wince that passed over his features when she said it not going unnoticed

"Tea, if you don't mind." He said softly, dipping his toast into the center of the egg, focusing intently on his plate. Amelia put the kettle on and joined him at the kitchen table.

"So, you seem to be doing better." She said as means of conversation as they sat.

"I heal quickly." He said "It's one of the few perks." Amelia shook her head

"It's just crazy… that your mother was human and your father was a devil. What was he like? Your father? Did you meet him?" the questions poured out faster than she could stop them and he looked at her irritated.

"I'm sorry."

A/N: Awkward spot I know, but I've gotta move on to the other one still.

Till next time,

-Winged Element