Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

The Daily Lives Of College Boys

A/N: When I started Vergil's Oneshots, I never expected myself to be writing so many mini-stories. Still, I enjoy this very much, and I hope my readers enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.

[The Daily Lives Of College Boys]

"I'm home." Vergil called as he closed the door to the apartment behind him, setting the grocery bags down on the floor before taking his shoes off and leaving them neatly at the side. A small bristling sense of irritation came when he saw the mess of the entrance –shoes thrown haphazardly –but he long knew that no amount of nagging would get through to his apartment mate.

"I'm home." He called again, louder this time just in case he was not heard the first time. Vergil picked up the bags again, stepping into the apartment proper as he looked left and right. There was no signs of life anywhere in sight through his journey to the small kitchen, and he sighed heavily as he set the groceries down.

Dante was supposed to be home. He knew his twin brother did not bother himself to join any clubs in their college. He also knew that Dante did not have his part-time job today, so there was no reason for him to be out of the house.

Unfortunately, Vergil was Dante's twin brother, so he knew that if Dante was missing from home now, then he was probably spending his time at the arcade playing shooting games and wasting money meant for their independent livelihoods.

Setting the groceries aside on the counter, Vergil left them alone as he made a beeline for the phone, pressing quick dial and waiting impatiently for the phone to pick up.

"The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep." The female voice came through the phone, but Vergil was not an idiot. Also, this supposed 'trick' had been tried on him countless times, and while it had never worked once, it had never stopped the fools from trying it again and again.

"Trish, don't be an idiot and get Dante on the phone." Vergil growled before the woman could pretend to make a monotonous beep.

"You're no fun, you know that?" Trish complained, and he could imagine her rolling her eyes as he heard the phone being passed.

"The number you are trying to reach is currently-"

"Dante, if you are not home in one hour, I will lock the door. I have a major test tomorrow, and I'm not having you making drunken noise in the next room." Vergil interrupted before the man could try the trick once more. Really, he could not understand which part of Dante's brain could not comprehend the fact that a cheap trick like that was never going to work, particularly for him.

"You can't do this to me!" Dante protested, loud above the noise of the arcade in the background. "Mum said we should support each other while we are away from home."

"Mum also said that you can't go to the arcade more than twice per week, and it's your fifth time now." Vergil countered evenly. "I give no concession: back in an hour, or the door is locked."

It was always moments like this that Dante truly hated the fact that his twin brother was studying to be a lawyer regardless of how apt the profession was for Vergil's sharp tongue.

"Then I'll go back home and complain to Mum about how you locked me out."

"Good luck going home without money." Vergil answered. "To save you time going to the station to check prices, the train back home takes six hours and 50 dollars."

He heard a pause, then Dante shouting in the background.

"Oy, Trish, do you have 50 dollars?"

"Go borrow from a loan shark if you want that much money!" The reply came back in a shout from the background, followed by a whining complaint from Dante.