A/N: Hey guys, back to typing again, cause I have a lot more time between classes than I originally anticipated… I have like two hours and my first class let out early and so yeah… I'm gonna type now cause I did my duty and socialized a little bit with my friend :p

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Ras144: I don't know if you read this one too but thanks so much for the kind words and I'm glad you enjoyed the last one. Thanks for the review!

Power Surge

Vergil spent the remainder of the day putzing around the house before he felt comfortable enough to just go back up in his room and close the door. Once inside he summoned Yamato to his side and took stance, working through his own personal training regimen until he heard Madeline knock on his door to get ready for bed. He put on his pajamas and prepared for bed before summoning the sword once more and going right back into the last stance he'd been in. The young half devil finished with a long sigh and then sat down to meditate, it helped him clear his head, his mom had taught both himself and Dante how to do it after a particularly bad fight and she was very, very done with their shenanigans. He left Yamato at his side, it helped to be more alone within his own mind instead of sharing it with the ancient katana, he was still connected to the blade but less than when it was within him. The ten year old crossed his legs and let himself relax, which wasn't something he did often but it was a necessary evil every so often. He would lose himself to his emotions if he didn't calm down every once in a while. Vergil did the best he could to empty his mind, but there was still the deep-rooted sadness that clung to his consciousness.

It hung there, reminding the half devil that he was so very, very alone in the world, no mother, no father, no brother… he had come into this world with many and now, such a short time later he was alone, completely…

-The Boy in Blue-

Madeline was winding down herself, just about ready to switch off the TV and go to bed when she heard a scream from upstairs. She knew it was Anthony, there was rarely a night that he slept through completely, he seemed to be haunted by recent events and the woman couldn't blame him. She ascended the stairs slowly, each time the boy had nightmares she would go up and comfort him. She wasn't even sure that he knew she had, he usually didn't wake up, crying out for his mother in his sleep, it wrenched her heart in two. She assumed that this time would be the same, but upon opening the door and seeing an otherworldly light shining from a sword on the floor she thought she must've just fallen asleep on the couch. Anthony's hand reached for it in his sleep, though he was curled around himself as though he were in pain. Madeline pinched herself when the otherworldly light wrapped around the boy's arm and the sword disappeared. Sadly she wasn't dreaming, at least as far as she could tell. As soon as the sword was gone Anthony curled up tighter, his arms wrapped around himself, shaking. His caretaker took a step closer, unsure of what to do but feeling as though she needed to help.

Upon closer inspection she noticed that he wasn't just shaking, he was shaking so bad and so fast that he almost appeared to be buzzing in place. Anthony bit his lip harshly and there was a spark of blue-white lightning and his entire body rippled, for half a second appearing to be something completely different and then it was over, he lay on the floor, almost peaceful. Madeline herself was shaking as she reached a hand forward and rubbed his shoulder. Anthony sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, for a moment seeming entirely like the ten year old boy he was.

"What…?" he mumbled, blinking blearily at her, not quite seeming to register the scared look in the older woman's eyes.

"You… you were dreaming and… there was a sword and…" she took a deep breath, trying to keep track of her own thoughts though everything seemed really scattered "You were glowing." She said finally, Anthony's eyes widened and that was the moment that it really sank in that this was no dream, that this was really happening. Anthony looked at his hands before touching the center of his chest.

"Anthony?" she said softly, he refused to meet her eyes and she sighed "Anthony what was that?" he shook his head, clearly unwilling to share.

"Anthony you were screaming in your sleep. Not to mention glowing. I can't help you if I don't know what's going on."

"I can't tell you." He said quietly but firmly

"Why not?"

"My mom told us not to." It was the first time that she heard him say 'us' instead of 'me'. He was tired and scared and it caused him to slip up, he seemed to notice too as he winced.

"Who's us? What can't you tell people?" she assumed that his mother had told him not to tell anyone, not just nearly middle aged women. Nosy women. She amended herself, though she felt the nosiness was justified in this case.

"Nobody. Nothing." He grumbled, rising slowly to his feet and turning his back to her. She reached forward and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sure she told you that to protect you, but she's not here to protect you anymore," it hurt her to remind him that his mother was gone "I can't help protect you if I don't know what's going on." She said softly. Anthony shook his head.

"You can't protect me."

"Sure I can."

"No you can't. You're not strong enough." He said stubbornly, Madeline furrowed her brows, this wasn't the kind of response she was expecting, though with what she'd just witnessed she wasn't sure what she was expecting at all. So she grinned and said

"So I'll just have to get stronger." Anthony shook his head again.

"You can't."

"Why not?" she pressed. Too far it seemed as Anthony whirled around, anger flaring in his pale eyes and snapped

"Because you're human!"

A/N: Hehehehe! Ohhhh I like this chapter, this is fun cause Vergil doesn't have that iron exterior built up yet, he's a kid, he makes mistakes, he slips up, it's fun to write him as the flawed and broken kid that he currently is.

Till next time,

-Winged Element