Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

The Perfect Club

A/N: This oneshot is written from the request of @Phantom-Kunoichi2001 who asked for a oneshot in an Alternate Universe where the Sparda twins are high school students, and Vergil is forced by Dante to join a club that he doesn't like. It did not turn out exactly the way that it was requested, but I hope it is still a good story! Happy reading!

[The Perfect Club]

"Hey Verge. Why haven't you packed your bags yet? Aren't we going?" Dante asked early in the morning, stretching and yawning despite the fact that they had woken up just a few hours ago just to report to school. Vergil had watched his twin brother fall asleep during the entire morning briefing, and even slept through the chaos of students leaving the classrooms to their respective clubs to set up their booths for Club Day.

Dante had only woken up a few minutes ago, only awake enough to grab his bag and drag his ass over to where Vergil was, sitting alone in the back corner of the classroom, reading his self-help book on demon hunting.

"We can't. We talked to the Principal yesterday and promised that we would take a look around at Club Day at least once before submitting our club preference forms before leaving school." Vergil answered, not bringing his eyes away from his book.

"We did?" Dante clearly had troubles remembering anything in relation to the day before. With his twin's memory of a goldfish, Vergil wondered if there was a silent mental illness harbouring in his twin that he was not aware of.

"We did. We're supposed to wait for the Student Council President to come pick us up when Club Day officially starts."

"Why do we need a babysitter?" Dante complained, yawning again and dragging the chair of Vergil's neighbour up to his brother's desk, sitting the opposite direction with his legs spread wide open.

"Because apparently the school highly encourages all of its students to be part of a club at least once in their 3 years in school, and we did not join any the past 2 years. Raiko is here to make sure we try out different clubs to make sure that we have no interest whatsoever to any of them." Vergil answered passively. Truth be told, he liked the situation no better than Dante. He much rather be at home practicing his skills and learning the ropes of demon hunting from his father than sitting here waiting to be babysat to join a club.

"If there was a demon hunting club here, you would be the first one to join, right, Vergil?" Dante mused.

"Unlikely. Demon Hunting is deemed too dangerous for students."

"Then, I want a Sleeping Club. We will just report there every day and sleep the afternoon away." Dante refused to let his imagination be thwarted by Vergil's coldness.

"I would like to see you offer that to the Principal." Vergil replied. "Do keep silent, Dante, and let me read."

"Nerd." Dante retorted, but the effect was completely not felt when there was no reaction from the young man whose eyes were focused sharply on the book. Whenever Vergil read his books on demon hunting, Dante always thought that his brother looked like lasers could shoot out from those piercing sharp eyes to the book.

Dante wasn't aware of falling back asleep until he heard sounds of a door opening. Stirring groggily after his second long nap of the day, Dante blinked his eyes open slowly to see a blurry image of someone approaching him at the table.

"Glad to see that the two of you are still waiting for me. I apologise for the delay, but I had administrative things in relation to the Club Day to do." President Raiko greeted warmly and charmingly. Even though Raiko was third in terms of looks within the school (the first two being Dante and Vergil), the Student Council President was also the first in terms of popularity –mainly because Dante and Vergil were like hermits in their own shells, never interacting with others. The school had unanimously decided that Raiko was the next best thing that the school could offer in terms of a handsome, charming and capable young man. Dante and Vergil certainly filled the criteria for handsome and capable very well, but the two lacked in the 'charming' factor in two very distinct ways.