Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

My Dad Is Vergil (Part One)

A/N: And so I shall start my 4-part short oneshots of different points in the life of Nero Sparda! We of course want to know what happens to Nero Sparda as he grows up, but since this is a Vergil oneshot, we'll focus on the roles that Vergil play as a father! :) 3 more parts to go!

[My Dad Is Vergil (PartOne)]

The bright eyes of a two year old Nero Sparda roamed everywhere with the curiosity to take in the entire world as he walked. Rather, his father would say that young Nero tottered, because one foot was put in front of the other unsteadily in a never-ending pacing.

Vergil Sparda was, in Nero's eyes, a very tall man. Nero's undeveloped brain could not create another word that better described what he knew of his father, but blue glittering eyes that had been inherited from a son of Sparda always looked up at Vergil with a glint. Nero Sparda recognised the word 'white' when it came to describing his father's hair, but there was really nothing else that he could say.

Of course, to a child's mind, every adult that walked past him was 'tall'. In his short world where he was deprived of the sight of the vertically advantaged, Nero could only constantly look upwards at the people around him. Vergil only prayed that Nero continued to look up at him as he grew up.

The pair had not walked too long along the street until Nero stopped suddenly, and tugged at his father's hand. Vergil had not bothered to bring out the stroller this time because his son had been long overdue in learning to get to places without his stroller. Still, he couldn't assume that his son would have the stamina to make it all the way to the café a few streets down from the apartment on his first try.

Thus, Vergil offered no protest when his son looked up at him with innocent eyes, then raised both his hands up as if inviting for a hug. The young boy's father knew better, but complied one way or another, bending downwards to pull Nero up from under his armpits. Sitting his son against his dominant arm, he was glad to be able to make his progress faster since he now no longer needed to take shorter stride to allow his son to keep up. Nero made awed and curious sounds as eyes took in the world from Vergil's arm height, and Vergil kept his amusement to himself, long having forgotten what it felt to view the world with such innocent and curious mind.

The café was had the perfect mellow crowd that would be perfect for the conversation that was to come. Vergil was quick to choose a stall by the windows so that he could keep an eye out for any signs of danger making towards them at any moment, sitting his son in the baby high chair. Nero's bright eyes were still glued on the 'amazing outside world', so Vergil guessed that the view was an added plus for him.

Vergil had fully been prepared to be preoccupied in dealing with a toddler with an extremely short attention span upon reaching the café, but was pleasantly rewarded when Nero –surprisingly –obediently remained silently watching everything and nothing in particular. Vergil was relaxed enough, in fact, to even keep his eyes off his son for the slightest moment as he ordered a double shot of macchiato.

Coffee was now the only sustenance that Vergil relied on to survive his long work hours –both in his occupations and his role as a two year old's father.

"Papa?" The word was spoken with a curious inflection, and Vergil turned back to his son to see blue eyes of curiosity looking at his cup now, as if utterly amazed at how it had magically appeared on the table. Nero was beginning to speak words now, though the young mind still hadn't developed much enough to be able to string his words together coherently. The verbal cues were still accompanied by visual ones, but Vergil had found out through his research that this progress for his son was completely natural.