Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

My Name Is Vergil, Vergil Sparda (Part One)

A/N: Recently a little too deep into the Kpop scene, so think of the entertainment industry in this mini 2-part story. King was modelled after G-Dragon/Kwon Jiyong and Luminos, after a 4-man version of Big Bang...

[My Name Is Vergil, Vergil Sparda (Part One)]

I woke up feeling completely hammered. It was the hungover type of grogginess that I was unfortunately acquainted with as I rolled off the bed to hard ground. For a moment, I was tempted to just stay lying on the ground, to put off everything that was about to happen for the rest of the day.

But I could not. I had been drinking too much with the stranger with white hair the night before –but that had been my own problem. The guy had been drinking almost as much as I did. It was honestly a wonder how I managed to get back home at all.

Pulling myself up despite the hangover is something I was used to, but my barely-open eyes made me feel around groggily for the bathroom. My brain is still half shut down –as were my eyes –so I found myself miraculously transported to the bathroom, relieving myself off the pressure in my bladder while lazily scratching the back of my neck and waiting for the pee to end. Yawning a loud one, I peek out from beneath the tiny line of sight that my eyelids managed to crack open, watching my hands fumble for the toothbrush, squeezing an unstable line of toothpaste and running it quickly underneath the tap before shoving it into my mouth.

Since there was no need for sight to brush teeth, I stood in front of the sink, eyes closed and struggled to keep my hands and mouth moving while my brain struggled to go back into sleep-mode.

I wasn't sure how long I spent like that, but when I woke up again, I guess that I probably had spent enough time brushing –or pretending to brush –my teeth, spitting out the foam and running my hands to cup some water to gargle. After making sure that my mouth was clean from the minty toothpaste that tasted a little different (perhaps I had left it uncapped for too long and it had changed taste or something), I moved on to splash some of the cold running water onto my face.

The cold water was definitely effective in waking me up, and I blinked a few times, letting my eyes focus on the sink before reaching instinctively to the side for my face towel. The towel was rougher than what I remember it to be, but I made sure that all the moisture is clean from my face before I return the towel to its rack, checking myself in the mirror just to make sure that there was nothing wrong with my face. My face was, after all, a very important tool of my trade and...

It wasn't my face.

"What the f-" I censored myself off unconsciously, watching the guy's mouth move. The voice that sounded in my ears wasn't mine also. It was a tenor to my higher alto speaking voice.

I blinked a few times, and so did the man in the mirror. I raised my right hand and did a few waggles on my fingers; and so did the man in the mirror (except in the mirror opposite direction). I touched my face, neck and chest, feeling my own touch (very sure that I was touching warm flesh), and the man in the mirror did the exact same thing, blue eyes never wavering from mine.

Finally, just to make sure that it was really a mirror that I was looking at, I reached out and touched the glass in front of me, half expecting for my hand to either go through, or touch someone else's finger.

If this was a prank, things had definitely gotten too far.

It wasn't a prank.

"Fuck." I finished my previous curse, confirming once again that the man's mouth had moved, and I heard the same voice repeat again in my ears, bouncing off the walls of the bathroom –which I was not coming to realize was not mine. This bathroom was slightly smaller than mine and though it had similar orientation, the tiles were of different type and size, the shower curtains of different colour, the shower products all different.