Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Superstar Sparda (Part 1)

A/N: Introducing the chapter that I had the MOST fun writing about! The inspiration from this came completely from my fandom after chasing Big Bang (A Kpop idol group) and watching their concert videos. I will admit on first hand that I've written Vergil in the image of T.O.P (Sorry, fangirl alert), though this group is more of a rock band than a pop one.

I do hope that this chapter will be loved, because it is really something completely out of the blue that I probably would have never imagined myself writing a few months ago. With this, I would like to welcome the Sparda family in their newest profession: internationally-famous popstars.

Enjoy!

Pic Credit: User xJack on zerochan.net

[Superstar Sparda: Part 1]

"I'm burnt out." Nero declared, deflated on the chair looking as if he had no life left within his bones. "Please let today be over and done with quickly so that I can hit the bed soon."

"You baby." Dante teased, flicking the youngest member of their team on the nose then jumping to dodge the retaliatory strike that Nero tried at. Vergil watched silently as his twin ran down the aisle of the moving bus, jumping into his seat at the last row and grabbing the open pack of chips that had been waiting for him. "I'm always ready: all day and all night."

"Pipe it down, Dante." Trish complained from where she sat at the front of the bus craning her neck to look over the top of her chair to his brother. "I need some rest from your bullshit."

"Please, it's just some lousy excuse. You don't have to rest to get the diva running, Trish. You're perpetually always the diva." Dante bit back with his mouth full of chips and Vergil passively watched as Trish rose quickly to the challenge, jumping to her feet with the clear intent of fighting it out with him.

"Please, please, ladies! Break it up! There's no point arguing like old ladies in a market!" Lady's voice broke in from behind him, and this time Vergil silently turned his head around to look over the top of his chair at his manager's annoyed face. It was understandable; Vergil would have long quit the job had he been in her place. There was really no one else quite like Lady who could withstand breaking up Dante's constant picking of fights with Nero and Trish.

"Get the gender of your stars right, Lady, or I'll have to show it to you tonight." Dante snapped back noisily.

"Save the energy for your concert, Dante. And do us all a favour and take this time to revise your dance steps. You're still half a beat behind at the second verse for 'Devils Never Cry'." Lady refuted easily, still tapping away furiously on her laptop. Surely, she was once more sending another email to arrange the logistics of their transport to their next destination after tonight's concert.

Such was the painful life of superstars.

"That's because the three of them collaborated and agreed to add in another shuffle without telling me!" Dante's protest was loud in the entire bus, but Vergil had had enough of his brother's din.

"Shut the fuck up, Dante, and bitch up on that dance." Vergil spun around to glare, and he supposed that his reputation for being the strictest of them all was working in his favour, because even though his brother looked completely bombed and ready for a protest, something still made the man stop.

Satisfied at the silence that was now bathing the atmosphere, Vergil plugged in his earpieces and tapped at his phone until he found his playlist. As the rapper of the band, Vergil's verses needed constant revision so as to make sure that they wouldn't flow out wrong. Vergil had the confidence of doing a free-style if he ever forgot his actual lyrics, but did not look forward to ruining the flow of the song with his free-styling. He liked to stick to the rehearsals as closely as possible.