Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

My Dad Is Vergil (Part Three)

A/N: My examinations are finally over!! Sorry if I've been MIA on replying to any comments anywhere :) Since we are past Nero's period of infatuation, we must introduce the future daughter-in-law into the family, shouldn't we?

[My Dad Is Vergil (Part Three)]

The door opened carefully, and nineteen year old Nero Sparda poked his head through the small gap, looking left and right with the careful hopes of finding the place abandoned and lifeless. When he was younger, he had hoped for some form of sounds whenever he opened the door. But now, Nero prayed for the silence that would signify the complete absence of anyone in the room.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't on his side, because he spotted the lazy figure of his uncle lounging along the length of the couch, head resting on one arm of the couch and magazine held high in the air in front of his eyes. When he had been younger, Vergil had always taught Nero the correct habits to avoid getting myopia –despite the fact that quarter-demons were probably not supposed to get human-conditions –but Dante had always been practicing the exact bad habits that Nero was strictly lectured to not follow. Nero supposed that his uncle probably didn't know exactly how lucky he was to have half-demonic blood; given the way that Dante was constantly exploiting his immunity to human conditions by practicing all sorts of bad health habits.

The long moment of hushed silence that came after the sound of the front door opening gave Dante a short start of surprise, but he kept his attention on his magazine. Still, as a demon hunter who had been in the industry at least 20 years by now, Dante's ears were trained to pick up anomalies in his everyday life, and this time was no different as he picked up something queer –something amusing.

Pretending to still be engrossed in his magazine, Dante allowed his nephew to tip-toe further into the house, closer to the living area where Dante was lounging at, and closer to Nero's room. Dante didn't really understand why nineteen year old Nero was still trying to tiptoe around him. Did his rebellious years never teach the young man that no form of sneaking or tiptoeing could escape the sharp ears of both his father and uncle?

"Nero." Dante called when he heard his nephew almost reaching the door. Of course he wouldn't let his sweet little nephew go. This was a new phase in Nero's life, and Dante wasn't going to let it pass him without him making a comment or giving his expert opinion on things. "My sweet baby Nero, why are you trying to sneak into your room? Didn't you miss your dear uncle Dante?"

"Why would I miss you?" The reply that came was indignant, still trying to come off desperately as normal and natural when every person in the room could hear how forced it was. "You're here 6 days in one week. I wonder why you even still bother paying rent for your own apartment."

"That's because it's a place for my weapon storage. My trophies of achievements are kept there as well. I don't think Verge appreciates me displaying demon bodies, bones and weapons around this place." Dante answered easily because the boy's father had asked the same question countless of times before as well. Nero wasn't the only person to wonder what went through Dante's head on a daily-basis, and Nero's father definitely had much more experience in the sector when it came to dealing with Dante.

"It's just extra costs incurred." Nero answered irritably –in the exact same tone that his father had used not too long ago when the adults had been discussing about the same topic.

"Don't bother lecturing me about it." Dante yawned aloud, stretching his arms and casually tossing his magazine on the low table beside the couch. "Your father tried it, and if I manage to win my case against your lawyer father, you're not going to win."