Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Waiting For Him

A/N: And now we welcome the first chapter of non-demonic forms of our favourite characters! The inspiration of this story came from watching television :) It was both exciting and challenging to write about this, because Vergil isn't exactly the type of man who wants to be seen so publicly without a damn good reason D;

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[Waiting for Him]

You check your watch, taking the stairs two by two because the lift doors had closed on you when you ran into the building, and you had no time to wait for it to make its journey up and down the building. You have only one minute left, and seven flights of stairs to take.

It's okay, you tell yourself as you begin to get more breathless with more flights of stairs that you took. You're going to make it on time. You simply have to.

You have a good feeling for the day. You know it in your guts that your boss had called you down to the office for something good. It had to be something good. You needed something good right now. The month hadn't been kind on you.

Working as an artiste manager in an entertainment company, you had gone through three years of training before you had been assigned to your first client. The then-rising model Akira had been reliant on you, and you had built a strange sort of relationship with her. Simply put it; Akira had had princess-issues and needed to be coddled into working. But once you had found your way around her, you had managed to get on well with her. Your colleagues had given you pats on your back and said that you had overcome a large hurdle.

Over the past two years, Akira's beauty and ability to sell products had gotten her increasing fame. She was slowly but steadily climbing the ranks, and even though it wasn't you who was getting famous, you had felt completed –because you were the one who had been there with her in her journey throughout.

That being said, Akira didn't exactly show much kindness or generosity towards you. Much often she took you for granted, still persistent with her princess problem. Fame went easily to her head, and she acted every bit the diva that she was supposed to be. And so, when her photographer boyfriend had eventually decided to give up on the camera and take up a new job in the managerial sector, the company had immediately taken you off her case so as to allow the couple to stay together and working together.

Your boss had made it crystal clear to you the day you were taken off Akira: that you had done absolutely nothing wrong, and that the company still valued you. In fact, they thanked you for being able to deal with Akira, to even push her to the success that she achieved now. You had, in your passion and honesty, wanted to be put back on Akira's case for fear that her boyfriend wouldn't know how to deal with her work ethics, but the company had insisted against it. They had insisted that the famous model needed to learn that not everyone in the industry was as nice and easy-going as you were; that not everyone was about to cater to her princess whims.

But it changed no fact that the company had put you out of your job. For the past month, they had assured you that they were looking for a new client to pair you up with, but the silence from their end had made you worried. What if they actually were looking for an appropriate excuse to fire you? What if no one needed you? Your company had a few top models and idols, but they were already aided by their own capable managers. There was no space to put you with the top. You needed to start with the small clients once more.

Workaholic as you were, you didn't mind small clients. As long as you got to do something. Anything.

"I'm here." You burst through the doors to your boss's office, panting. "I'm so sorry. There was a jam down the street. I parked three blocks away and ran here."