Tears. That's what he saw that day.

He wasn't surprised though.

He'd seen this all before.

That position on the dorm rooftop next to the demon familiar. With tears rolling down his pale cheeks as whispers of curses and sorrow fell out of his lips.

"Who said I chose to be like this?"

Yes, the half-demon was crying.

He'd always been crying alone or so he thought.

But, Amaimon was there. He was always watching him from a distant.

He'd started out watching him to find out why he was special.

Why did his older brother think this boy was oh-so interesting?

That question was always present in his mind as he watched him.

It was even there when he fought the half-demon. But, lately that question did not probe his mind as he gazed at the boy from the shadows. It was a much stranger bag of questions. Very un-like Amaimon thoughts.

Why am I the only one seeing this?

Why is not one of those humans understanding his pain?

Why is no one realizing that he is human too? That he has feelings just like the rest of those weak, disgusting creatures.

Amaimon desperately wanted to know. More than what made him so great. More than how long he'd last in his uncontrolled demon form.

Why were the ones he was trying to protect hurting him the most?

And Amaimon wondered why this plagued him so. Why did watching that boy cry in pain, in sorrow bother him? Why did he feel agony swirling in his own heart as he watched him? He didn't like feeling like that, and maybe that's why he was no longer watching in the distance. Maybe that's what caused the watching to turn to comforting as he came up to anguished boy on the roof top. He didn't understand what he was trying to do. He didn't care anymore as long as he could stop the emotions bombarding his heart because of his younger brother. Amaimon saw the demon familiar look at him in anger, in fear as he tried to gain the boy's attention. Amaimon reacted quickly shooing him away and stepping closer to the boy who seemed trapped within his mind. He crouched down in front of his younger brother meeting his watery blue eyes.

And Amaimon's mouth moved on its own as he roughly and swiftly pulled the boy to his chest.

"It's okay."

There was a silence in between them after that. Amaimon had never said those words to someone before but yet he felt he needed to say it maybe for himself or for his younger brother. He didn't know.

"Thanks."

And, that soft and weak, reply startled him as he felt those trembling arms hug him in return as tears began to soak his shirt but he didn't mind. As he placed his chin on the boy's black hair he gave a weak smile of his own and held him. He pondered whether the half-demon was accepting the comfort because it was him who offered. It might have been because no else had tried to comfort him. Anyone was fine at this point probably.

However, he felt it wasn't the case as the boy cried in his arms and of all things said thankyous, sorry's, and his name. No, the crying boy had accepted his comfort because it was him and Amaimon realized he was happy about that. All his questions were answered at that moment.

Why hadn't he done this earlier?