A/N: Soooooo… I'm starting to get worried because my boyfriend said he would meet me somewhere and he's well… not there… so yeah…I'm starting to freak out a little.
Disclaimer: Don't have time for that.
L: I'm glad you like it so far, here's the next chapter so you can stop being anxious :p Thanks for the review
Talking
"Do you like tea?" Madeline asked, Anthony nodded again and she smiled encouragingly "What kind do you like?" he thought for a moment
"Mint." He said "Or green tea." His face had softened for a moment and for a second Madeline thought she saw the ghost of a smile and then it was gone, replaced by a contemplative frown. She turned back to the cupboard and pulled out the ingredients necessary to make the tea
"How about mint, it'll help you sleep." She suggested and she saw him worry his lip slightly
"I don't think I can." He whispered
"You should still try."
"I'll see her again…"
"See who?"
"My mom." The words were barely audible and instantly Madeline regretted asking but then thought better of it, he was going to have to tell the police anyway, might as well get the story rolling now, it'll make it easier for him later.
"What happened Anthony?" she whispered, kneeling down to face him, the mug with the stoking leaves in hand.
"She… she died… he killed her…" he choked slightly, clearly fighting back a lump in his throat. The brunette's eyes widened, she knew there had been a fire, she thought that it had all been an accident, terrible but an accident all the same. Now though, were they really dealing with a murder…?
"Who killed her…?" Anthony just shook his head
"I woke up and she was dead…" tears were flowing freely down his face now. Madeline set the mug back on the counter and pulled the boy into her arms, holding him tightly into her shoulder.
"It'll be okay…." She said softly, petting his hair as he cried.
-The Boy in Blue-
It was a little while later that Vergil started to feel the sobs start to subside, his mind starting to calm, to clear up enough to think properly. Madeline pulled back from him, her brown eyes filled with worry as she searched his own.
"You okay?" she asked, he nodded, she didn't even know him that well, she didn't need to be worrying after him.
"I'm fine." He croaked, surprised by how hoarse his voice was. Madeline smiled softly at him, she clearly didn't believe him but that didn't matter. Who knew how long he'd be here anyway?
"Well, your tea's cold, I'll make another mug, go sit on the couch, I'll come over when it's done. Vergil nodded at her and walked the short distance to the couch, clambering up onto it and flopping back against the cushions. He could hear her bumbling around in the kitchen, there was a thump and a muffled curse and he shook his head, humans… he looked around himself; Ricardo was still passed out on the other couch and there were several books on the few coffee tables around the room. He bent forward and picked up the one in front of himself, it had been laid down open to a page and the young half devil marked it with a finger before flipping back to the beginning before starting to read.
When Madeline walked back around the corner the last thing she expected to see was Anthony sitting on the couch, reading her book.
"What are you doing?" she asked in surprise, Anthony looked up at her as though there was nothing strange about this.
"I'm reading." He said calmly and she opened and closed her mouth several times in shock.
"But that's… that's…" He just tilted his head to the side curiously. "That's a Stephen King novel… you… you're what, six?" she was trying to gauge his height though that was hard to do while he was sitting.
"I'm ten." He said matter of factly, he's small for his age, she thought to herself, looking him up and down again.
"Still, you shouldn't be reading that." She said, she was still surprised that he'd even picked the book up, it didn't seem like something that a ten year old should be reading.
"Why?"
"Be-…because…" she sighed and sat down next to the boy, setting the mug of tea on the coffee table in front of them and looked over his shoulder, surprised to see that the kid was a good fifteen pages in, she'd only been making the tea for a minute or so…
"I like reading, it was on the coffee table." Was his simple explanation. She sighed and shook her head
"So you like to read." She asked and Anthony nodded, flipping to the next page. It was quiet for a few minutes, occasionally she would look over his shoulder to see where he was, surprised at how fast the boy could read. Eventually she found herself looking him over, he was small, though not unhealthy, his skin was pale, as were his eyes and hair.
"Is your hair really white?" she asked, running her fingers through a few strands, looking closely at it, trying to tell if it was really just a pale blonde.
"Yes." He moved his head from the reach of her fingers and she grinned softly, he did that so naturally, not even getting distracted from his place in the book, it must've been a common thing for his reading to be interrupted.
"Is it dyed?" Anthony paused and looked at her, confused
"No." He was about to go back to reading
"Did it turn white?" She thought that perhaps it had turned white from some horrific experience.
"No, my dad's hair was white." That was his only response before turning back to the book. Madeline looked at the boy in surprise, that was a weird genetic quirk to pass on, she shook her head and went back to reading over his shoulder until he finally fell asleep.
A/N: I feel bad for Vergil, he's just trying to forget his worries in a book, trying to ignore all the bad stuff… :( poor kid.
Till next time,
-Winged Element
