Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Say "I do" (Part One)

A/N: Apologies for the missed update mid-January!

[Say "I do" (Part One)]

"Vergil Sparda, do you take Mico Takuya to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honour and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?" The officiant asked with the tone of someone who had done this job for many times. I had no doubts that the old man could recite the whole speech again in his sleep if we asked it of him. There was reason why he had been recommended to me as the city's most popular officiant –but the reason had actually evaded me thus far.

My gloved fingers were already beginning to get a little sticky with sweat, and the additional heat from the hand that was holding on to mine lightly was not making things any better. Even with the air conditioning blasting in the ballroom, the sheer intensity of the spotlights being thrown on me was actually frying me up, and being rather tightly clad in unforgiving satin was giving more excuse for my pores to start working on overload.

"I do..." The reply was surprisingly soft, and I looked up from our slightly-uncomfortable hand-hold to look up at my fiancé (and very-soon-to-be husband). I don't have a proper word to describe his expression, but the best analogy I could make on the spot was that he had the face of someone who seemed to have woken up in a whole new reality and was only now trying to grasp his surroundings.

Was this guy getting the wedding jitters only now? Did he even get jitters? Considering the number of times he had appeared up on stages, in front of cameras and seen his own face on the big screen, you would think that someone like the scion of the country-famous Sparda Corporation was totally at home standing in front of a crowd.

"E-Excuse me?" The officiant seemed hesitant to be cajoling an answer out of a groom that was as prestigious as Vergil Sparda, but it was a fact that my husband-to-be had answered in a voice that was too small to even reach the front row where his proud father sat in a very stunning tuxedo, and my parents and sister sat on the other side shedding tears at the departure of a family member.

"Vergil?" I mouthed, glad that my pulled-back veil was long enough to block the sight of my mouth moving from our audience as we stood facing each other.

Blue eyes that had been a little bit far away snapped to my lips, then travelled slowly up to my eyes, and once again I am struck by how stunning they are. In fact, everything about this man I was about to marry was stunning and striking. Even while we are on the altar saying our vows, I am still completely convinced that if my father was not an acquaintance to the founder of the Sparda Corporation and had not promised to wed me to Sparda's very-attractive heir, I would never be able to find myself someone of Vergil's level.

After all, I, Mico Takuya, am just an ordinary 21 year old woman with an equally normal family and life so far. I had gone through school just as normally as everyone else and had struggled just as hard as anyone else in high school. In terms of love life, I had had a few boyfriends but because of respectful differences I found myself single over my schooling years. In my own opinion, I know that I am just an average woman with nothing particular to brag about.

And I was about to capture the country's most eligible bachelor with a ring on his fourth finger.

The officiant cleared his throat loudly to pretend as if nothing had happened, then gave my fiancé a second chance by starting again: "Vergil Sparda, do you take-"

"I do." Vergil interrupted, this time loudly and in his usual public (louder than normal) voice.

"Mico Takuya, do you take Vergil Sparda to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honour and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him, for as long as you both shall live?" The officiant did not take insult from the interruption, and moved on with his duty.