Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

A Royal Pain In The Ass (Part Three)

A/N: Introducing one of the world's worst Prince and the best teacher for him...

[A Royal Pain In The Ass (Part Three)]

Vergil Sparda did not need to spend too much effort composing his face into a blank slate as he stood still and perfectly upright, looking down at the young man that had just walked into him. Perhaps it was the result of him being a half-demon, or simply a demon hunter by profession, Vergil had only stumbled very slightly when the young man had walked into him while they both turned around the corner at the same time.

"My apologies." Vergil said, looking down at the young man, whose shock was quickly fading away to a look of contempt and black-clouded anger.

"Who are you to walk along these corridors?!?" The young man didn't seem to need help getting to his feet given the way he jumped up within a millisecond, completely unafraid of invading Vergil's private space.

"Is this corridor restricted?" Vergil kept his voice bland, a sneaking suspicion that he knew the identity of the young man he had accidentally walked into. He had been on the hunt for his little brother, considering the fact that putting Dante in a castle and telling him that he was a very very important guest to the Crown was an extremely bad and miscalculated move on King Ethan's part. While no one here knew about Dante and Vergil's true identity so far –save the king and his personal assistant –Vergil had no doubts that his brother would be telling everyone he met now just exactly how important he was.

"Only royalty can walk here, you fucking peasant. You dirty my eyes just by the sight of you!" The young man shouted, clearly infuriated at Vergil's mild reaction.

From what Vergil had heard from King Ethan, this young man clearly expected everyone around him to be grovelling on the floor upon meeting him. Vergil supposed that had he been someone else –perhaps just an innocent resident of Havencrest –he would be feeling a little fearful of this young man's solid air of self-righteousness. He could see how this young man could make the principal of his own school kneel and apologise in his stead.

Letting his eyes move slowly to the terrified attendant standing a small distance away from the young man, Vergil didn't show a single inch of reaction at receiving the mouthy insults.

"Pardon me for asking, but do you have a hand towel with you at the moment?" Vergil asked calmly, ignoring the look of utter shock when the young prince realised that he had been ignored in favour of addressing the attendant. Flustered but unable to resist a politely-made request from someone whose nerves were harder than steel, the attendant was quick to reproduce a disposable hand towel, handing it over to Vergil with trembling hands.

"I apologise for dirtying your eyes." Vergil nodded his thanks to the attendant, turning back to the young prince with the hand towel in one hand. There was absolutely no warning before the other hand grabbed the chin of the young man who was a good head shorter than him, tilting the prince's head up, squeezing just for the heck of it. "Allow me to rub the dirt out of them for you."

The yell of protest from the prince was loud, but no amount of struggling could resist Vergil's half-demonic strength.

"Get your hands off me, you filthy bastard! Do you know who I am?!?" Prince Alex screamed. "GUARDS!"

"Dear me, I am soiling you, aren't I?" Vergil could not resist his evil smile as he looked up at the frozen attendant. "Pardon me, do you have more hand towels? I fear I must clean up your prince."

"GUARDS! WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL OF YOU USELESS BASTARDS?! CAN'T YOU SEE SOMEONE IS ATTACKING ME?" The Prince screamed, hammering against Vergil's body, but clearly making no difference. Vergil blinked in soft surprise at the scream, ignoring the patter of footsteps as the royal guards ran towards the cry of help from their price.