Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Lesson Time: Never Follow Your Teacher Home

A/N: Never seen Vergil as a normal man before? Welcome to a new viewpoint :)

[Lesson Time: Never Follow Your Teacher Home]

"OMG, he's here."

"I swear, he's the only guy around here that's cool enough to arrive on a motorcycle, and still make it cool."

Comments of the usual sort greeted him as he made his arrival to the high school, pulling in exactly in the slot reserved specially for him since he was the only one who didn't drive a four-wheeled vehicle to school. Taking off his helmet, he made sure that his hair was still well-arranged before tucking it under his arm, picking his bag from where it hung on the handle and moving off quickly towards the front steps.

He was not oblivious to the eyes that followed him visually, but by now he was too used to the usual morning scene to bother about it as he nonchalantly made his way up the steps to the main entrance, pushing the door open with a shoulder, side-stepping in.

"Good morning." He greeted lowly at the staff members that had looked up from their work at the new comer, nodding in acknowledgement at their polite reply as well, continuing on his routine walk towards the door that led him to the teacher's office. Juggling so that his helmet and bag hung on one hand, he used his free hand to punch in his time before moving off towards his own desk, still giving his usual morning greetings even as he made towards his destination.

He dropped his helmet at its usual spot on his clean table, the bag on his chair, and dug around immediately for his phone when it rang loudly in the relative quiet of the office. Though phones were not exactly banned or disallowed in the teacher's office, using the phone itself for chatter was only permitted in the teacher's lounge, and he was a stickler for rules as he hurried there before picking up the call.

"What?"

"The bike is mine!" The greeting through the phone was angry and exasperated, but he himself found himself rolling his eyes and leaning against the wall beside the pantry, pushing a hand through his hair.

"I'm using it for actual work, Dante." Vergil explained in his most patient tones. He had dealt with a number of problem children before, and the only reason he had been able to be completely patient and pull through with them was because Vergil had the luck to be born with the world's biggest idiot for a twin brother. "When can you understand that unless you need the bike for a legit job, I'm taking it? I'm the one paying the bills for it; just in case you missed the point and try to start another debate about it again."

"I don't care. It's my bike. It has my name on it. I should be able to use it whenever I want to, and I want it." The argument made in return held the rationality of a five year old boy stuck in a thirty year old man's body.

"Fine." Vergil huffed, disbelieving that he had been pulled away from his first task of the day by a phone call of such complete uselessness from his brother. "Where are you going today that you need the bike so badly?"

"Going?" Dante repeated the question. "Nowhere. I'm not going out today."

Vergil didn't even bother arguing this time.

"Then you are not getting the bike." He answered, and backed that strict answer by hanging the call up.

Disbelieving that his day was completely ruined first thing in the morning by his brother's call, Vergil pocketed his phone, glad that there had been no eavesdropping ears in the teacher's lounge before he left the room, making back towards his table. This time, he managed to find some time to sit down, rearranging his papers and books on the table, sectioning the ones that he needed for the different lessons that he would need for the day up ahead. Then, with some more time to spare, Vergil began to mark the worksheets of his students that he had collected the previous day.