Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Black And White Makes Grey

A/N: I have been blessed to have a loving family who cares for me, but not everybody has the luck that I have. Please take the last hour of Valentine's Day to appreciate all who love you and all whom you love.

[Black And White Makes Grey]

"No."

"Trust me, you are the last person I would approach for help. But it is a fact that I'm already at the end of my list. If you don't believe me, you can ask anyone you know. I have approached them all, and none of them can do it. You are the only one with a free room in the house, and it's not a sty. Also, you are the strongest so that means you can keep him safe." Lady was in her famous pose –arms crossed under generous chest, leaning her weight solely on one leg and keeping her hips swayed to the side. It was also a pose that Vergil had taken to understand as one of unbudging order.

He had seen that pose enough times to know how the result of this argument would turn out, but still it didn't mean that he couldn't try.

"Have you tried contacting Dante?" He asked with a heavy sigh, threading his hand through his still-wet hair. He had just gotten out of the morning shower when the doorbell had rung, and he had opened the door to see the female demon hunter with an adolescent standing at her side with wounds and scars.

"If I could, you wouldn't be alone in the house right now." Lady answered directly. "Nobody knows where he has gone the past year, so maybe it's time for you to stop hoping that he will just come back one day pretending as if he hasn't disappeared."

The woman's words were unforgivingly honest and despite the fact that she had said nothing but the truth, the silent pain in Vergil's heart still came. A little less than a year ago, his twin brother had disappeared without a word and no amount of searching had come up with anything. Eventually, the friends that Dante had kept around him lost faith in Dante's coming back and left one by one to their own lives, leaving Vergil alone in the apartment, always keeping very carefully hopeful.

"What happened to him?" Vergil sighed again, dropping his gaze to the still silent boy who hadn't said a single word since appearing at his door. The young one had kept his eyes on the ground the whole time, not a single word spoke nor a single reaction to show that he was completely aware of his realities.

"His name is Black Cromwell, fourteen years old. His father was possessed by a demon since he was young, and it fed off violence. He grew up with the abuse. I got rid of the demon yesterday, but the police still slapped the law on his father. His mom isn't very mentally sane, so they carted her to a mental facility. Police told me that if I can't find someone to take him in, they're going to send him in the facility with his mom. That's not the life for him, so I'm trying to help." Lady explained harshly –as utterly expected from the woman. She had never been one to mash her words up, and though honesty was something that Vergil appreciated, the harsh reminders of his reality were sometimes equally painful.

"Black?" He repeated while looking at the colour of the bruises, not reaping any results from the young boy himself. "That's a good name for him."

"Good name or not; you're taking him in for now so that I can assure the police that I have him covered. It doesn't have to be long-term; I'll be looking for my contacts further out from town. One of them has to be willing to take him in. You're not the best guardian for Black, but I have to make do with my situation."

Vergil could not agree better about him being a bad choice of a guardian, but at least there was promise from the woman that this arrangement was temporary. Besides, there was a spare room in the house waiting for Dante's return. It wouldn't hurt to loan it out to a damaged boy like Black.