Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Forgotten

A/N: If anyone has read the Korean Webtoon "Trump", this short story was inspired by the partnership between Ran (Penguin) and Ten. Dante = Kasin and well... someone as to be Senika.

[Forgotten]

"You are telling me that I have to play mentor to a young hunter?" Vergil clarified with disbelief as he walked through the glass doors of the entrance of the building, looking around at the bustling crowd.

"He's not exactly young... but he just joined us last month. He has talent and skills, but someone needs to teach him experience and well... a little bit of manners." Rizet answered as the both of them made towards the elevator at the far end of the lobby, both of them scanning their IDs to gain access into the elevator.

"You want me teaching manners?" Vergil watched with satisfaction as the words 'Welcome, Mr. Vincent' appeared on the display in response to his ID. It would be rather terrible if his real name showed up on the display –the entire building would be on instant lockdown, and the country's elite military force would report within minutes to get a chance to fill his body with bullet holes.

"Maybe not manners." Rizet corrected himself, thumbing the button to their office and stepping back as the elevator doors began closing. "But maybe just a bit of humility. He did well on the physical tests, and it seems to have gone to his head. His records say that he was already doing a bit of hunting by himself outside before he joined us."

"A mercenary joining our ranks isn't a big deal." Vergil looked around to spy the surveillance camera installed on the ceiling of the lift before making sure to lower his voice slightly despite the fact that the surveillance camera could not pick up audio. "A new recruit joining our team is the problem. We had a deal, Rizet."

"Yeah, well, nothing in your deal said that I couldn't accept a new recruit. I am one of the directors leading a team here; I can't reject a new recruit without very good reason for doing so. Besides, all you have to do is to continue keeping your act in the office. It's not that hard; you've been in the shoes of Mr. Vincent for the past five years."

"You're the director; you could have come up with some excuse. We've been closing the most cases here; you get some say in accepting new members on the team or not." Vergil answered, unhappy at the news he had received, but at the same time not completely furious. A new addition in the team had little to do with him, after all. His goal was still the same as it had always been: to find his wife's killer.

"Look, I know you as Vincent are an asset to the team, but you –your real identity as Vergil Sparda –are still a wanted man with a 5 million bounty on your head. If I keep insisting keeping our team exclusive, people are going to ask what it is about you that's so special. We don't want people to dig in further into what we have between us, so just accept the New Guy and treat as if he's like air. If he gets annoyed, then he will request to be transferred." The reminder was convincing, and though Vergil still did not appreciate his reality, it was something he figured that he did have to accept in the end.

"As long as he doesn't interfere with what we're doing." Vergil announced, and was accompanied with a tell-tale ding of the elevator before the doors opened.

Rizet spent the rest of their journey to their office tucked away in the corner of the building in silence, truly hoping that nothing would go wrong with their newest recruit. He had distantly heard about their newest recruit through the talks going on... New Guy was apparently a handful on his own, a solo-player and generally didn't give a damn about hierarchy.

Unfortunately, the very same few characteristics could be applied to Vergil, aka Mr. Vincent. It was really not a very good idea to put two of them with the same characteristics together, but Rizet had honestly been unable to protest against the decision made by his higher-ups.