A/N: Hey! So! I'm going to be taking a couple week break from Wrinkle in Time while I play DMC so that I can write that fic honestly and not have to guess and sit and watch cutscenes, well I'll probably still have to watch cutscenes but still, it'll be easier if I just play the game… So in the meantime those of you who follow me as an author don't get nothing, you get the beginning of a new story, but keep in mind that this story will only have a couple chapters and then there'll be a break while I finish up one of my other fictions and then I'll come back to this, so it's like a sneak peak? Something like that… anywho, jumping in right where the other one left off so here we go!

Disclaimer: Yeah, right.

Awakened

The last thing that Vergil expected was to wake up, and even further than that, to wake up absolutely brimming with power… he blinked, feeling the power pulse stronger and stronger until the boy was sure that he couldn't keep it inside of him anymore. There was a flash of light and the strangest of sensations and then it was gone, leaving the boy to collapse on the ground once more in exhaustion. He blinked, trying to keep his eyes open, trying to make sense of the image that he was seeing… in the end though, he wished that he hadn't. As he drifted back into unconsciousness Vergil realized that he was staring at his mother's corpse.

It wasn't long later that the young half devil woke again, feeling much stronger and more powerful than he had in his life. He climbed to his feet, trying not to look at the dead body that lay there, yet feeling tears prick at his eyes anyway. He looked around himself, seeing the horrid remains of the house. Nothing was left standing, everything was in ruin, smoldering and smoking as the soft rain from above put out the fires. Vergil lifted his head to the sky, his small shoulders shaking as sobs wracked his body.

"Mom…" he whispered, his mind stretching out, trying to find his brother and coming up blank. He froze, at first thinking the worst must've happened. He picked up Yamato and bit his lip, before whispering

"I love you mommy…" and beginning to explore the wreckage. After some searching he found the place where he and Dante had been hiding and to the young devil's relief, it was empty, no body, but no Dante either.

"Dante?" he called out, his voice hoarse and rough from crying and fighting. There was no response, the only noise was the sound of the rain as it pattered down uncaringly. He cleared his throat and tried again, still moving through the wreckage.

"Dante?" his mind was searching for the bright light that was his brother's demonic aura. Maybe he had wandered off to the town to look for help… Vergil thought to himself, clutching Yamato tighter in his grip, the sword pulsed, sending him feelings of comfort and safety. The devil arm would never abandon its charge and would protect him as best it could, right now its young master was scared and alone and needed help. It pulsed again, nudging the young devil's mind in the direction of help.

"I can't go…" he whispered, tears flowing down his face "I can't leave Dante…" the sword sent the nudge in his mind again and with a look around the silent, ruined house and a choked sob he started in the direction the ancient devil arm suggested.

-The Boy in Blue-

Vergil was feeling even more ragged and exhausted than he had been before by the time he reached a town and the police station within, it was dark both outside and inside the building but the young half devil knocked anyway. He hoped someone heard him because he sat down in front of the door and rubbed absently at his left arm, where Yamato had disappeared to some time earlier. He thumped his head back against the door a few more times before closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax, tears streaming down his face as images from that day flashed behind closed eyelids. The boy was so close to being asleep that when the door opened he nearly fell over backward. There was a noise of surprise behind him and he blearily blinked before turning and rising to his feet.

"Hey kid, what can I do…" the man trailed off upon seeing the blood soaking the young boy's form and the raggedness of his appearance and promptly ushered him in the door.

-The Boy in Blue-

There was a lot of calling around and searching done in the time after Vergil was brought into the police station. Not that the boy remembered any of it, after being told to sit in a comfy looking chair, he promptly fell asleep. When he woke again he could hear everyone talking a little ways away, their voices were lowered as not to wake him but not too low that he couldn't hear.

"His records are a mess, we're not even sure if there's actually just one child or if he has a brother." Said one voice

"The house is a mess too, we're not going to get anything from that." Another said

"Does he have any living relatives?" That was the policeman's voice

"Not that we can find." The first voice said.

"You're sure?" the policeman again

"Yes, whoever his mother really was, she didn't want anyone to know anything, like we said, the records are an absolute nightmare."

"Well he has to stay somewhere for the night, the poor kid can't just sleep in the station."

"I'll take him." A new voice piped up, Vergil opened his eyes to see a woman a little older than his mom smiling right at him.

A/N: Man… that just hits you right in the feels doesn't it…? I feel terrible for poor Vergil…

Till next time,

-Winged Element