Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Devils Without Trigger

A/N: I loved writing this chapter especially, because for the first time, Vergil's going to be totally helpless and asking for help >.< Pic Credits: dante-vergil.tumblr.com

[Devils Without Trigger]

The day in Devil May Cry started as normally as it possible could for a half-demon like Vergil Sparda. Waking up peacefully meant that there was yet another argument downstairs between his brother and their so-helpful job-hunter, Lady. Washing up in peace for Vergil consisted the sound of furniture being thrown around downstairs, coupled with a few occasional gunshots and Dante's yell of curses.

As the icy cold water ran in rivulets down his pale skin –because Dante could once again not afford the bills to provide hot water –Vergil scratched absently on his forearm, a little irritated at the itch that had been nagging at him since waking up.

Towelling himself dry, Vergil checked himself out on the mirror, always wary of anything his mischievous twin brother could have possible done to him in his sleep. It was rather unfortunate that Vergil was a heavy-sleeper, and that meant that he was always at the mercy of his brother's pranks in the middle of the night. At least there were no markings drawn on his face this time. Vergil gave a quiet sigh of relief at having been let off the hook by Dante temporarily and scratched again at the itch in his forearm. There was nothing on the smooth skin of his forearm except for a tiny, minute bump that meant nothing much at all, and Vergil could not fathom what could have motivated the itch.

Perhaps it was time for him to change the bed sheets.

Lady was still throwing chairs at his twin brother when Vergil emerged from the stairs, folding back the sleeves of his shirt to increase his mobility through the day. Everyone froze for the slightest moment at his arrival to the office, but the moment passed quickly as Lady continued dragging a chair close to her across the room. Flying chairs were basically Vergil's 'good-morning' greeting and he continued his progress to the refrigerator at the corner of the office that had been converted into a pantry of sorts by the no-nonsense Lady.

"Hey, I paid for that chair!" Dante's protest replied whatever that Lady had been raging about, and Vergil wasn't surprised to find Dante teleported away from his usual seat at the desk, holding on to the thrown chair by one chair leg over his head.

"A chair is the least you can think about paying right now." Lady fumed. "You are taking this job."

"I am not." Dante balked, setting the chair down carefully. "Vergil's awake. Throw the job to him. He's free today. Right, Verge?"

Vergil paused at how the conversation had been thrown to him, taking a bite from the leftover pizza from the day before. "What job are we talking about?"

"The usual." His twin replied, strolling to take a seat back at his usual desk. "A bunch of small demons and their boss."

"Where?"

"Downtown." It was Lady who replied this time. "And I'm not asking you, Vergil. I'm asking Dante."

"My case closure rate is higher than Dante." Vergil pointed out blandly. He had nothing lined up for the day ahead –doing a small job was going to be easy money since he had no plans anyway.

"You can't. Not today." Lady insisted, turning back to Dante as if signalling the end of the short conversation. "I don't care, Dante. I'll be waiting at Downtown in two hours."

"What?" Dante's protest as he slammed the magazine he had between his hands on the table. "I never said I was taking the job! And it takes one and a half hour to get to Downtown!"