Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

My Dad Is Vergil (Part Two)

A/N: Part two! 2 more parts of this mini story to go~ In this chapter, we will have 15 and 18 year old teenaged Nero with his Daddy!

[My Dad Is Vergil (PartTwo)]

Fifteen year old Nero Sparda wasn't even sure why he bothered trying to sneak into the apartment anymore when it was so painfully clear to him that there was absolutely no possible way that he could come back home without his father being alerted. Vergil Sparda was, after a demon hunter, and could even hear the smallest sound even in a rush-hour crowd.

"Nero." Vergil's voice was sharp and unforgiving, freezing the teenager halfway in his tip-toe-creeping from the front door towards his room. "What time is it now?"

"Err... 11pm." Nero answered, knowing that there was no hope in lying. Lying so blatantly would only get him lectured even more –and he was already not looking forward to what was to come.

"What time is your curfew?"

"9pm."

"How long is the allowance in curfew that Dante managed to argue for your sake?"

"Err... Half an hour."

"So?" Vergil hadn't even turned around on the couch –his back facing his son –but Nero already knew the level of disappointment and displeasure from the silently deadly tone from his father's voice. Nero had always known his father to be a very good defence lawyer, and had always been proud of that. But in situations like these, when Vergil showed his displeasure through the inflection of his intelligent sharp words, Nero prayed that his father would be a little more forgiving.

"But Dad, 9pm is really not fair. All my friends have their curfew at 11pm. They are able to go out and play at least until 10.30!" Nero protested. "Besides, this is the first time."

"What your friends' parents do with them doesn't matter to me. I set your curfew at 9pm, so I expect you to be home by 9. If you want to argue that you need time to travel back home, your uncle has already helped you argue to extend a 30 minute allowance for your return. Coming back at 11pm is way past your curfew."

"But it's not fair! Can't I play just a little longer more with them? Besides, it's not like I have anything much to do at home when I come back! You're always working on your cases until late at night, and Uncle Dante is always out."

"I set rules for a reason, Nero. If I let you come home later now, in a few years' time, you will start staying out. And soon, you won't bother to stay in this place anymore. I don't want this place to be treated as a hotel where you come back only to sleep and eat meals. This is your home, so spend more time here." Vergil's tone was final and unbending, but Nero had gotten the same trait from his father as his slight apology for breaking the curfew was now buried under a mountain of indignance, annoyance and anger.

"Why should I spend more time here?" Nero raised his voice a little in annoyance, gripping the strap of his bag a little more tightly. "There's literally nothing to do here! All I do at home is surf the net, Dad. I'd rather be outside playing with my friends. Besides, all we're doing is playing basketball. I'm not doing anything bad outside."

"Don't you raise your voice at me, Nero." Vergil warned, and from the back, Nero Sparda saw his father close the file that was carefully balanced on his lap, looking up straight ahead. By right, it should have unnerved him –that Vergil was giving this rising argument his full attention. Nero, and Dante in fact, had never won a serious argument against Vergil ever before, and whenever Vergil focused on an argument, Nero could never find any points to fight back.

But this time, Nero was annoyed and indignant, and so losing the argument wasn't something that Nero planned to do.

"If I don't raise my voice at you, Dad, you won't even talk to me! The only things you say to me every day when I come home is 'Welcome home', 'Have you eaten', 'Have you done your homework 'and' Sleep early tonight'. There is literally nothing else that you talk to me about at all!"