Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Sparda Charms

A/N: Another day passes in the life of Vergil Sparda, and this time, he is thoroughly tortured by his twin brother :D Pic credits to user Yuha on Zerochan.net! 

[Sparda Charms]

"Hey Vergil." The voice that half-sang sounded by his ear. He knew it deep down in his guts that it was an extremely bad idea to respond, but pure instincts instilled by his parents made him give a reply despite how much he didn't want to.

"Yes?"

He hoped that his little brother could understand the tone of irritancy when he heard one. Vergil's irritancy and annoyance was building up beyond ken, but up till now, he still had not found a proper way to make Dante heel. They have spent the past ten years together; and Vergil still could not believe that there was still a demon that he could not tame. A demon that went by the name of Dante Sparda. To be precise, the half-demon that was his twin brother only became a demon to Vergil's eyes when Dante was bored.

See, the thing was: whenever Dante was bored, he would suggest completely utterly ridiculous things to do that were completely unbefitting of their name and status. Vergil would refuse and reject all sorts of invitation, but Dante would simply drag him there. Vergil would hang on to his black and sour face throughout the entire thing while Dante enjoyed himself being his stupid self, and sometimes even enjoy putting Vergil into tight embarrassing spots.

Basically, at the end of each of these such events, Vergil would be completely utterly humiliated by his brother, and Dante would have enjoyed the whole thing.

"Let's play a game." Dante suggested, the very thing that Vergil didn't want to engage in. Especially not with someone like his brother.

"No."

"We're finally outside, after so long! You refused to budge from Devil May Cry, and now you don't want to entertain me?" Dante whined, but there was completely no effect on his twin brother. Vergil had heard Dante's whines probably a million times before, and he wasn't going to let it affect him one more time.

"And I would like to return to Devil May Cry, if not for the fact that you have me chained to the chair." Vergil bit back, shifting his ankles a little to make the chains drag a little across the face, making a soft metallic sound that could only be heard by the two of them at the table.

"You're a half-demon. Break out of your chair yourself." Dante grinned, as if terribly proud of himself. Vergil refused to look at his brother, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the book that he had thankfully brought out along with him when Dante had dragged him out of the office this time. At least reading would bring him away from whatever world Dante was trying to pull him into, and hopefully, it would bore Dante until his twin brother finally agreed to go back to the office for Dante to engage in his completely useless lifestyle of sleeping and eating pizzas.

"You have the chains tied on my pants. When I break them, my pants come off." Vergil hissed, nails digging into his book as he adamantly kept it to his face, creating a paper-wall between him and his brother. He didn't have to see Dante's stupid grin of victory. Vergil wasn't even sure how this had happened in the first place. All he remembered was Dante leading him to this building, and he had been refusing to step into the building because he found out that the building was a modelling agency.

Apparently Dante had accomplices this time around, because while he had been struggling against his brother, someone had clobbered him on the head, and he had completely blacked out only to wake up and find himself in this completely embarrassing situation. The worst thing was; they were currently sitting at a table in the corner of a room that apparently held anxiously waiting model-hopefuls waiting for their turn at auditions.