Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Father's Visit

[Father's Visit]

One day, it happened out of nowhere. It was a clearly normal day when Vergil opened his eyes slowly to the sunlight peeking through half-closed curtains. It had felt completely routine when Vergil showered and got ready for the new day, throwing on a fitting black tee and equally black pants.

When he got out of his bedroom, Dante was already out in the common space by then, barely awake. Even as he approached his twin brother in the kitchen, Vergil could easily see Dante still nodding off while waiting for the coffee machine. He didn't bother trying to greet his half-asleep brother, knowing that he would gain no reply until Dante had his first sip of the beverage. Checking in the fridge, Vergil settled for some toast for breakfast, sitting down to start on his meal just as Dante took his seat across Vergil as well, nursing the coffee carefully between his hands.

"Morning, Verge." Dante greeted lazily after becoming a little more awake with the dose of coffee.

"Good morning." Vergil answered. "Any news from Lady today?"

"Other than her usual morning calls about how I'm supposed to be paying off the debt?" Dante asked, though there was really no need. Vergil wasn't interested to know how Dante still have a massive debt with the woman despite having worked for her so many years ago. He had once tried to ask Lady what the actual amount of debt his twin brother had left with her, and the number that he received was almost akin to a national debt.

It was that day that Vergil realized that the only reason why Lady was not a billionaire was because she constantly paid for Dante's lawsuits and police fines. A sense of grudging respect had thus been created within Vergil in regards to the tight-fisted, crude mouth and very-frank freelance demon huntress Lady.

"Yes, other than that." Vergil answered.

"Nothing much. No jobs suited for us. But she said that she heard something funny on the streets. Some white-haired guy named Sparda was apparently asking around for us. Said he was looking for his sons, and asked for our description and address." Dante updated, getting up for his second cup of coffee quickly. Two doses were the usual wake-up call for Dante, but it appeared that Vergil's twin might be needing three this morning, considering how Dante had been half-drunk when he returned home.

"Probably a mad man." Vergil commented. "Or someone who has been reading too many fairy-tales."

"I don't know about that, Verge." Dante started on his second cup now as Vergil brushed the crumbs of his toast away from his fingers, then brought the dish to the sink for a wash. He considered leaving it there for a future wash, but that habit was something he definitely could not encourage in his twin brother. Vergil might come back to wash the dish later, but if Dante ever started trying to do the same, Vergil was sure that his twin brother would leave months' worth of dishes in the sink.

No, he guessed he would just have to wash it immediately.

"What don't you know about?" Vergil picked up the conversation again as the water started running.

"If it's a fan, then he probably has done a lot of his homework. Stories of Dad are kind of hard to come by, and if he'd worked it out enough to go around asking for us, then he might not be that mad."

"Or maybe he is just too far into his madness to distinct between his fairy tales and our truth." Vergil offered as a counter-point. "We'll deal with him if he comes and causes us trouble."

"Alright." Dante answered, still cradling his cup as he approached the front door at the sound of doorbell ringing. "You have a delivery, Verge?"

"No, nothing that I know of." Vergil answered as he left the dish out to dry, wiped his hands on the hand towel nearby. With his back to the rest of their apartment, Vergil could easily hear Dante opening the door to greet the visitor.