Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Superstar Sparda (Part 2)

A/N: Amazing story ideas won't rest in my head until they are down on paper or written in my computer! Continuing on with Superstar Sparda, where the Dante, Vergil, Nero and Trish are part of a superstar band with their concert :)

If you did not enjoy/are not enjoying this version of Devil May Cry members that I'm creating, I promise this is the last one >.< Hold on for a little more, and we'll go straight back to the Vergil that we relatively know and recognise in the remaining chapters :)

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[Superstar Sparda: Part 2]

The concert was wild. Their starting act created an explosion of cheers and screams from the fans that took long to calm down. After sharing some introductory speech and making small jokes on stage, they went straight into their second song that had gotten them international success. Their fans were completely supportive and allowed each member their own time doing their own things afterwards.

Trish sang her best, and danced seductively to a song accompanied with her backup dancers.

Nero completely owned the dance floor afterwards with his free-styling, then showed his aptitude at singing a perfect slow love ballad despite the fact that they were a rock band and generally didn't do much slow songs.

Dante came up afterwards and hyped the crowd with his crazy jumping around, dancing, screaming and destroying their barriers completely with a sick electric guitar solo that spanned for so long that Vergil wondered how his brother's fingers were still working. Of course, Dante's act was usually the most sensational, and this performance was no different as he dragged a fan up on stage and did a pseudo-strip tease while singing a cheeky love song. Watching from the side, Vergil had been extremely amused when the fan almost swooned onstage at Dante's moves and eyes on her.

But all good things had to end, and it came in the form of Trish running on stage and giving Dante a mock slap and dragging him off stage by pulling him on his ear. With Dante's act closed on a humorous tone, it was Vergil's turn next and he already had his costume changed. This time it was a slightly classier act –and that meant that he had at least a shirt worn –with his light black suit with humble accessories that set him apart from a normal man. His hair had been styled upwards, curled at the front and once more, his makeup had been redone.

"It was great, Dante." Vergil smiled when he and Trish ran back into the backstage, the crowd still wild and laughing at the funny exit. He cast a quick glance on stage to find that the invited fan had been kindly led off stage to rest and relax from Dante's relentless sexual assault on stage. "They're crazy."

"Then go and make them crazier." Dante laughed, tapping him on his shoulder in encouragement. "Go onstage, and practically do nothing, Verge."

This time, even Vergil had to laugh even as he nodded to the stage director who was signalling that his turn was up. It was always something that Dante had always said about him; the fact that Vergil somehow managed to get fans crazy despite the fact that he had always displayed an attitude of 'I'm-too-cool-for-this-shit'.

It had actually started as a small observation when they were still early in their debut. Vergil was not the main dancer of the group –that was Nero's and Dante's job. Rather, Vergil was not a naturally gifted dancer, and though he tried his best to mimic his brother's suave moves during practices, he had never been able to get the feel right. And thus, at one point of time, Vergil had simply learnt to give up and do the dances his own way –with much less exaggerated effort.