Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

The Legend Continues

A/N: Think of an invisible guardian angel for V, just less heavenly.

[The Legend Continues]

Personality: DMC5 V/Vergil

The words flashed across my screen as I finally put the device down after two hours, shaking my limp hands in the hopes of ridding them of the aches and pains that I had been putting them through. The urge to visit the toilet, the parched throat and the rumbling stomach all nagged at me once my attention was finally brought away from the pixels on the screen. I turned to check the clock sitting innocently on my bedside table, where a limited-edition figurine stood in his full glory: a blob-like monster towering behind him, a massive bird standing on his arm for rest, and a black panther with glowing red eyes hanging beside him.

The time was 3 am.

With another heavy sigh despite the feat that I had just accomplished, I waited patiently for the results of my 2-hour conquest on the additional content to show, watching the save logo run for a short while before safely turning the device off. I had finally done it with all three characters of the game, but the accomplishment was not satisfying at all. I had been waiting –pining, even –for the fourth character to show his face as a playable one, but it appeared that that was never going to see the light of day.

Still, nature called.

I answered the call of the bottom half of my body first, fearless of the silence of the night since my ears were still ringing from the loud sounds that had been blasting in my earpiece for the past two hours. I decided to forgo supper since I was supposed to be watching my weight, choosing to quench only my thirst before returning to my room which looked strange and unfamiliar once the light from the screen was turned off.

The lethargy and general laziness prompted me to collapse on the bed front-down without throwing the covers over myself, but after a few minutes of trying to fall asleep, realized that I had forgotten to turn the soft overhead light off. Groaning into my pillow and really not wanting to move more muscles than I had to, I scooted my body so that half of it was leaning off the right side of the bed and reached down to the floor, feeling around blindly until my fingers closed over cold, lightweight metal.

Grabbing it from the handle, I once again blindly brought it up as an extension of my arm and began to poke experimentally at the wall to my right. It took a few tries and a steadily-aching arm from the awkward position, but my blind attempts came successful when the tip of the cane touched the light switch, and everything was thrown into comfortable darkness.

I yawned loudly into my pillow, flipped around until I was lying on my back safely and fully on the bed. I forgot that the cane was still in my hand, but didn't bother to return it back to where it belonged. And so, I fell asleep.

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"Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence." A deep voice drags me through the heaviness of sleep as I begin to stir.

"Reading that tattered ol' book again, V? Aren't cha gonna be a real scholar when you grow up." A disembodied voice was loud as if speaking through a voice-changing machine.

"Grow up? That is an interesting imagination." The low, stable voice replied as I yawned a loud one, then stretched my arms without opening my eyes. "Our guest is awake. You'd better go. Find out where the boy is."

"Redgrave is a big city, V. How am I supposed to know where-" There was an abrupt pause in which some sort of visual cue must have been given without my knowledge since my eyes were still shut lazily. "Fine. You win. You'd better not be a splat on the floor when I come back!"