Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Strange Siblings

A/N: I apologize for the delay in uploading; I was busy with the painful thing called life. This time, I am uploading a story that I wrote at least half a year ago when life was easier and simpler. It's pretty easy to guess that I based this setting in Japan.

Also, I have just registered this story for Wattys2019 under the category of fanfiction! Though I don't actually have much hopes to win, there doesn't seem to be any harm in trying. Please check out the books available for voting in the same category (there might be better DMC fanfictions there!)

[Strange Siblings]

Personality: Post-DMC4SE/Pre-DMC5 Vergil

"Let me copy your math homework before class tomorrow, Vergil. I promise I'll owe you." 8 year old Dante Sparda strolled down the street alongside his twin brother, bag slung lazily over one shoulder. Nobody in their school had any doubts that if it was allowed, Dante would just give up bringing his bag to school altogether. The lazier one of the twins was always asleep in classes anyway. That being said, Dante still had some level of wits that kept him from having to take additional classes.

"You already owe me too many things for count." Vergil answered, stopping and grabbing his brother's bag to jerk him back. A short moment later, a car zoomed past right in front of them –not having spotted two elementary school boys walking home from school. "That was one more."

"That doesn't count." Dante was too used to his brother saving him to even bother giving thanks. Between the two of them, thanks were becoming more and more uselessly given the sheer number of times Vergil found himself either saving Dante from his own stupidity or simply helping his twin out.

"What counts then?" Vergil asked, checking once more for cars on the road before stepping across.

"Letting me copy your math homework." Dante answered, catching up easily.

"In return, you carry the groceries on our way back."

"But they're heavy!" Dante whined. "I'll carry Mara's bag later."

"I carry Mara's bag today, and you do the groceries." Vergil argued. "If you don't hand in your homework this time, Teacher is going to have you stay back after school to do them. I heard her say that to our gym teacher in the staff room."

"What? But if I stay back, then you'll have Mara all to yourself! That's unforgivable."

"Then make your choice: either do your homework yourself, carry today's groceries, or stay back in school tomorrow." Vergil didn't bother replying his brother's implied insult. For some weird reason, Dante seemed to have a strange perception that if Vergil was allowed to be alone with Mara, Vergil would 'do something funny' to the poor girl. Vergil hadn't been bothered to find out exactly what doing 'something funny' entailed.

"Fine, I'll carry the groceries today..." Dante grumbled, but neither brother had enough time for more words to say as they turned into the gates, and through the open front doors of the small building that was tucked safely by the road. The sounds inside the building was the usual noisy and chaotic ones with the sounds of children screaming, crying and caregivers scolding, lecturing. Nothing much was out of the ordinary as the pair of brothers removed their shoes at the entrance, then invited themselves further into the building.

"Ah, look! Mara dear, your brothers are here to pick you up! Let's dry those tears, shall we?" The caretaker in charge of the children of Mara's age group spotted the Sparda brothers before they spotted them, pointing towards where Dante and Vergil were scanning the messy playroom for their precious little package.