A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's been a while, I just graduated and so I'm trying to find a full time job while finishing up my co-op and… y'know, getting used to not having to do homework all the time. Anywho, I'll just get started.

Disclaimer: I don't think I'm old enough for me owning this to be even feasible?

Questions and Answers

Vergil just sighed a moment after all the questions poured out of her mouth, taking a sip of the still cooling tea. It was still scalding, just the way he liked it.

"I did. He left when I was very young but I do remember him. He was… honorable. He left to protect my mother and I." after that the half devil clamped up and Amelia had to hold her tongue. There was so much that she wanted to ask him but he didn't seem like he was going to answer anything else that she put out there. Instead she got to her feet and once again realized that her current housemate had no shirt on… she blushed heavily and hurried back into her room. Once inside she decided that she might as well make herself presentable as well. A few minutes later, as she was wrestling with her hair there was a polite knock on the door. She looked at the mess of light brown curls and decided that she might as well open the door, there was no way that she'd be able to get them under control in a reasonable amount of time. Vergil was standing outside, apparently about to knock again. He awkwardly let his hand down.

"You mentioned last night that there was a shower that I might use?" Amelia couldn't help but rake her eyes down his torso again and this time just the faintest mark caught her attention, right where he'd been injured.

"Yeah… hold on. Can you sit down on the bed for me?" she asked, gesturing, all appreciation for his body gone and replaced with the cool focus of a doctor. The half devil raised a brow at her.

"I assure you, I'm fine. I told you, I heal very quickly."

"I want to make sure that your ribs set in right, they were broken when I found you. I can't believe that…" she trailed off. To be completely honest, the man in front of her shouldn't even be alive, let alone up and walking around. She'd never seen a devil heal like this either, not that she'd seen many devils really heal up either. The half devil sighed and sat down on the bed, his back ramrod straight, particularly when Amelia's slightly cold fingers touched to his skin, feeling along the smooth bone. The point that she remembered being broken felt fairly smooth, the only evidence of the injury being a small raised bump beneath the skin and the tiny hitch in Vergil's breathing.

"Can you breathe in deep for me, stop if it feels painful." she commanded, steely blue eyes met her own and he began to breathe in. The only sign of his pain being the twitch of his brow. It was so miniscule that if she weren't looking at his face she wouldn't have noticed it. She lightly slapped his arm.

"I told you that if it hurt you should stop."

"I didn't notice any excessive pain." Amelia rolled her eyes

"I said stop if it feels painful, I didn't say too painful, I have a hunch that you have a fairly high pain tolerance." She stepped away, once again all too aware of the proximity of their bodies. "Now, I think we were discussing a shower." the half devil nodded shortly, frankly surprised at the courage of this woman. Not many devils that he encountered in the demonic world had dared to stand up to him in that manner, and those that had had not lasted long at all. And yet… this simple human woman had stood up to him in such a clear way, challenging him… or so it seemed to his demonic instincts… perhaps he'd been away from the human world for too long…

"The shower's back here, there are towels under the sink… um… I'll leave some clothes just inside the door."

"Thank you." Vergil meant it, he may have the blood of a devil but in his younger years he'd been raised to thank someone when they give you a kindness, even if it was foolish of them. Amelia looked at him in surprise.

"You're welcome." the blue devil followed her instructions then, walking into the bathroom and closing the door before stripping off what remained of his clothing and stepping into the heating spray. He sighed, tilting his head back, he hadn't had a shower this nice in… wow… how long had it been? He'd showered at the hotel, but that had been brief and he always had stepped out not sure if he felt cleaner or not, in the demonic realm he'd dunked into a pool when he could find one, provided it wasn't already claimed by another. He was fairly certain that the last time he'd showered like this had been when he was still living with Theuram, the old devil that watched over one of the weak points between the human world and the demonic one. He began to scrub himself down, enjoying even the way that his muscles ached and pulled at the actions, it meant he was still alive, it meant he still had a long way to go…

A/N: I know this is a little bit short but that's the best ending point that I could come up with right now, there wouldn't be another one for a little while, I know this is mostly filler but I swear it's going to pick up soon. I know where this story is going to end up but not necessarily how it's going to get there… also it's ridiculously hot here in Michigan and I'm sweating buckets in my chair right now… halp

Till next time,

-Winged Element