A/N: Alright, number two, let's go, sorry this is all on Sunday instead of throughout the week like I intended but… at least you get it sometime?

Disclaimer: Seriously, no.

Care and Comfort

"I can take care of this myself." Amelia grumbled as the half devil flitted around her wound, sanitizing it and then very meticulously wrapping the whole thing.

"It isn't easy to take care of your own injuries." he said, gently holding her arm as he wrapped the clean bandages around it. She could barely notice the glint of a glow in his eyes as he spoke.

"Does this bother you?" she asked, gesturing with her head to the wound on her arm. He looked up at her, in his surprise the glow faded away.

"What?"

"Your eyes were glowing a little bit." she commented and then he chuckled, continuing his wrapping job.

"Not really. Yes, as a devil, violence is… well we'll say exciting. But I have control over it. It's… well I don't like seeing you hurt. Also, I'm rather… sensitive to the smell of blood."

"That would make sense." Amelia nodded, wincing lightly as the bandage pulled a little too tightly.

"Sorry." he apologized "I'm not used to patching up people that aren't myself." he grinned a little sheepishly and she laughed

"It's fine. So can you tell?" she asked

"Tell what?" he looked up at her, his blue eyes inquisitive.

"When you… start changing?" Amelia asked. Now that she had seen what his demonic form looked like, she had all kinds of questions. It was his turn to laugh now.

"Of course I can, it's like when you move your fingers, you can tell that you've done it. You might not pay attention to the fact that you did but you definitely can tell."

"Huh… does it hurt to… what do you call it so I can quit guessing at terms here?" she sighed, he grinned

"I call it my devil trigger, I don't know if there's an official term for it, half breeds aren't exactly common. And no, it doesn't hurt, it only did the first time because I… well because I was dying at the same time." she nodded very seriously. "You're awfully curious about this." he said, tying the ends of the bandage off.

"It's not every day that you get to talk to someone who's half devil." Amelia said, rising to her feet and walking back into the living room.

"I've been here for over a month." he said, putting his hands around his tea mug and taking a sip.

"I didn't know you could turn into a full on devil before tonight." she said and he shook his head

"Semantics, either way, yes, I've been able to do it the entire time, what other questions do you have?" he asked, leaning back on the couch once more. Amelia took her tea mug and cautiously joined him.

"Well… I saw that you have wings in that form… can you fly?" she asked. Vergil grinned

"Yes." she looked amazed for a moment

"Seriously?"

"Why would I lie about it?" he asked with a grin, he could feel Yamato's amusement from the back of his mind but he pointedly ignored it as he continued to talk with this fascinating human woman.

"Wow…" she took a sip of her tea, wincing a bit as the bag had steeped for a bit too long as they had patched up her arm. She took a deep breath, trying to work up the courage to ask the next question. "Can I… can I see it again?" Vergil paused and then closed his eyes, seeming to focus, blue sparks shot off of his form with small hissing sounds and then with a quick flash there was the devil sitting in front of her again and she couldn't help the intake of breath that rushed into her lungs. He just looked at her, eyes aglow with energy and a vibrant blue-white. She almost couldn't tell where the iris was there was so much glow. She reached out a hesitant hand and he gave the closest approximation of a grin.

"It's okay." he said, his voice distorted from the form he currently held. She nodded lightly and ran a gentle hand over his shoulder and down his back to where his wings protruded. They were soft, leathery and warm as she ran her fingers over the membrane. He shifted and she noticed the protrusion on his arm.

"What's that?" she asked and he brought his arm around so she could see better.

"It's for Yamato." he said and low and behold she could see the hilt of the devil arm pointing out toward her.

"Is that where it goes when you don't have it in human form?" she asked and he nodded gently. Her fingers ran over the natural sheath.

"Can you actually feel that?"

"Yes." he said with a small tilt of his head. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know… it's a sword sheath… attached to your arm. It's a little strange." she said and he chuckled lightly

"That's true, it's more that… devil arms bond with their masters. So my demonic shape changes based on the devil arm that I've bonded with." he explained

"Hmm…" Amelia said and continued to explore his strange form. He watched and she looked him up and down, seeming more impressed than disturbed and that made his chest feel strangely warm. She was running her hand over his arm once again as it suddenly turned back to warm human skin. She looked up in surprise to bright blue eyes as Vergil leaned down and kissed her.

A/N: AHH…. cliffhanger! I don't feel too bad since you'll get the next chapter within a half an hourish.

Till next time,

-Winged Element