Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

My Name Is Vergil, Vergil Sparda (Part Two)

A/N: Still continuing with the strange situation of King/Vergil trying to get back into his body of a superstar which now belongs to Vergil.

FYI: In this make-belief entertainment industry that slightly resembles to Korean entertainment industries, artists like King are perfectly capable of composing, producing, writing lyrics and performing all in one (Kind of like G-Dragon with his Heartbreaker Album, though he had advisory help).

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

I don't want to brag, but it had been years since the last time I took the subway without being recognised. These days, I couldn't even go anywhere in relative peace. I had long been accustomed to being stared at wherever I went because given Luminos's level of fame, it was either we stayed indoors forever, or we somehow get used to the crowd and eyes.

Personally, I didn't mind it that much; particularly after I reconciled with myself on the fact that I was going to get looks and my picture taken and uploaded online wherever I went.

Still, the fact that I was in someone else's body had a silver lining. Being unrecognised wherever I went meant that I could sit in the subway without getting stares and cameras being aimed towards my way. Granted, Vergil's flawless face did get some short appreciative gazes, but none of them were filled with the realization that a superstar was walking amongst their midst.

It was a good feeling, and what was better was the fact that I could draw my inspiration from watching everybody else in the subway. Before Luminos debuted, I had been trained in song writing by my mentor, who had been Spartan in his training. It started that I had to turn in a new composition every week, then every 3 days, then every day, every half-day. It got so intense that I could compose a simple song within fifteen minutes of playing around with the instruments, but of course a hit song couldn't be written with just fifteen minutes.

Still, those were the times that I took the inspiration where I got them –and the most inspiration I always got was always on the subway, watching the people engaged in their own worlds. I liked to imagine their worlds by judging their clothes, their accessories, their belongings. A small key chain hanging on a schoolgirl's bag could have a long story behind it, and a song could be decanted from that. A bandaged knee from a boy wearing soccer boots and muddy socks had his whole life story waiting to be translated into a song. A man in a business suit, the documents sitting in his lap as he frowned on his phone used to give me enough inspiration to write two songs.

The world was my muse, and sitting in a subway soaking in those inspiration was a luxury I had to give up when Luminos shot to fame.

But now, in Vergil's body, I revelled in the fact that I had gone straight back down to my roots.

Needless to say, the creative juices were flooding every corner of my mind.

In my haste to store these precious made-up beats immediately before I lost them, I had hastily downloaded a music producing app on Vergil's phone, and set to work immediately. The beats and sounds from the phone were not very accurate to real instruments, but I had to make do until I reached my own studio –assuming I was even allowed into my studio in Vergil's body. I saved one beat after another, mixing them together and making it all flow.

It was amazing; how I had had a deadline for two songs for the upcoming album to be written by the end of the week; and just by sitting unrecognised in the subway, I had come up with enough beats to stitch together four songs.

The subway ride was thankfully long enough for me to start lyricizing the songs immediately, and the words came free and easy.

Vergil's voice was not very suitable for the alto rapping that my real voice –King's voice –was good at, but I had to make do. I discovered, on pure chance, that his voice was good for Rory's ballad parts, and if I added a deeper rasp to Vergil's tone in speech, I could make a deeper rap tone that could actually fit Saber's style. Recording a rough one was the only thing I could do while still on the subway, but I made as much as I could, given the sub-par tools that I was working with –including this voice.