Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Meeting Dad

A/N: Please keep ideas and requests coming if you can because I'm running out of ideas. Being in a work environment stifles creativity. Disclaimer: I do not encourage smoking.

[Meeting Dad]

Personality: Post-DMC5 Vergil

Vergil knew he was in for another complicated situation when Dante walked through the doors of the office whistling and cradling something between his palms as if it were fragile glass. Ever since the sons of Sparda reunited, it had been a cycle of Dante bringing back strange things that he had picked up during his missions, coming back to show Vergil, and ending them up in all sorts of weird situations.

There had been incidences where a leftover beast claw from a demon that Dante killed revived the beast in the middle of the street right outside the office, an enchanted handkerchief that cleaned every surface of the office without fail at any point of time. The handkerchief might have sounded like a good thing, but Vergil had not appreciated the piece of cloth rubbing everywhere furiously –including his body and places that he did not want to be touched. The worst incident of all, though, had to be that time when Dante brought back a wizard's staff that he happened to pick up during his mission, and broke the magic-containing gem while playing with it. Vergil had been cursed to be a woman for almost a week from that incident.

Vergil had tried to stop more incidences from happening by banning Dante from bringing anything that interested him from his mission back into the office, but Dante was unstoppable. Like a curious 5-year-old, the younger son of Sparda had never failed to bring anything as long as it caught his eye. It was just Vergil's dumb luck that the things that always caught Dante's attention would also be something unnatural, rare but usually unwanted or unneeded.

This time was no different, as he watched with a raptor's gaze while Dante walked up to where he sat at the table, brandishing his newest picked up treasure with a happy "tah dah".

"An egg timer?" Vergil questioned, looking up at the satisfied grin on Dante's face. The man was already fifty, but he still wanted to act as if he was five. Vergil honestly could not understand what went wrong in the mental wiring of this man that claimed to be his twin brother.

"Not just any egg timer. A time turner. It turns back time." Dante explained shortly.

"Its design shows terrible taste."

"What matters is if it works." Dante's enthusiasm refused to be affected by Vergil's bland comment. "Wanna give it a try?"

A few years and many incidences back, Vergil would have answered a straight 'no'. But he had gone through the routine so many times that he knew that answering his little brother would make absolutely no difference to the decision that Dante had already made. Thus, through experience, Vergil had learnt to rather just prepare himself for any possible contingent than to try to stop Dante from doing whatever the heck he wanted.

Thus, before anything could be done, Vergil left the book he had been reading on the table and rushed to get his sword. There was absolutely no saying whatever that could pop out from Dante's supposedly-innocent egg timer.

"It's no fun being safe, so let's crank it up all the way." Dante commented as he twisted the egg timer, the device making soft clicks to signal that it was working normally. Vergil watched as the small indicator arrow was twisted to point at the maximum number, which was 50. There was definitely something strange in how an egg timer would be timing for 50 minutes, but there was absolutely no possibility that Dante had brought in something normal anyway.

The two men stood side by side staring at the egg timer as it began to tick softly in the background in an indicator that it was working well. For two seconds, nothing happened. Then, without warning, their surrounding simply blinked into something else. There was no fancy mist or portal or crazy effects. One moment the two of them were standing in the middle of the office of Devil May Cry, the next they stood in the middle of a grassy, untamed field full of weeds.