Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Daughter of House Sparda - Part Two

A/N: Yes, all butlers in my stories are named Sebastian.

[Daughter of House Sparda – Part Two]

"Sebastian." Vergil rested his utensils on the table in accordance to the table manners that he had been taught since young, making eye contact with the subservient butler who had faithfully been serving alongside his father for as long as he knew. Sebastian was around his father's age –he had been serving Sparda ever since Sparda became of age and starting taking over the roles of a Duke. To say he was a much-trusted family friend was an understatement; the man was better off as one of the Spardas. There was nobody in the Dukedom who did not know that Sebastian was also a mouthpiece of the ducal family.

"Yes, Young Master?"

"Send word to the castle. I will not be available for work today. I will be going out." He announced, turning to make eye contact to his father to seek approval. The nod of head from his father was good enough an indicator of approval for his silent question, and Vergil continued his instructions. "At the same time, cancel all of Acela's classes today. She shall go out with me today."

"Understood, my lord." Sebastian bowed and moved smoothly to inform the servants of his instructions, leaving only the Spardas in the dining hall.

"Not fair." Dante whined. "You already won today so Acela is sitting beside you. Now you're trying to dominate her time by bringing her out to play? You're not playing fair, Vergil!"

"If you think I am not being fair to you, then perhaps you might want to approach your employer the Prince to request for a leave of absence from your position?" Vergil suggested, picking up his utensils again and returning to his breakfast without offering his twin brother any look on the other side of the table.

"You know I can't do that!" Dante whined louder, completely unbecoming of the elder brother he was supposed to be. "You know I don't have enough days of leave left after that vacation with Lady Benkel."

"Excuse me for not joining you on your romantic vacation that had you returning to work with a palm-sized print on your face then." Vergil answered deferentially. "But I remain corrected: if you have any complaints with my taking leave from my position, then direct them to Prince Claude."

"You're not fair." Dante shoved the last of his breakfast into his mouth, then stood up abruptly, tucking in his shirt as he did so. "I'm going back to the palace, Dad. Maybe I'll be able to catch Claude in a good mood if I go talk to him now."

"It is a good thing that you have been waking up earlier and having your meals with us, Dante, but isn't it too... early for you to wake up to come to our estate for breakfast before going back to the castle for work?" The duke asked his son, who honestly looked as if he had been sleeping in his work uniform just so that he didn't have to sleepily change before riding a fast horse down from the castle in the morning.

"Yeah, it's crazy. But if I don't do this, then Vergil will make Acela forget that she has a second brother! He didn't play fair in the first place; he knew about Acela before I did and arranged to come back to stay here even before I became aware that I had such a lovely little sister. It's not fair that he gets to spend so much more time with her than I can just because I'm staying in the castle grounds."

"I won't forget you, Brother Dante." Acela spoke up softly. It had already been two weeks since Acela's entrance into the Sparda family, and though she was already looking much healthier and more like a normal child her age –which turned out to be three years more than what Vergil assumed based on her appearance –she was still rather shy and soft-spoken. Vergil could only silently hope that his sister would slowly open up her heart and her voice to them over time. He hoped that the noisiness that Dante was fond of making was a good enough indicator to the young girl that she was allowed to make as much noise as she wanted without fear of getting scolded for doing so.