Title: Victim
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Prompt: Secret
Character/Pairing: Vergil, Dante and Nero
Rating: K+
Word Count: 772
Summary: Vergil enjoys a good secret now and then.
Disclaimer: Reference to alcohol.
Authors Notes: I really think this suits Vergil.
Vergil stood in the middle of the empty office. He looked around slowly using all his senses to ensure that there was indeed no one else here. It was so comforting to have time on his own sometimes. Though he didn't really mind the pointless and oft times argumentative banter between he and his brother, sometimes it was nice to just have yourself for company.
Crossing the room intent on finding something decent to read, Vergil's eyes fell on the earphones Nero had left lying on the desk before he and Dante had left for 'guys night out'. Mainly what that entailed was the two of them hitting bars and dance clubs until both were too wasted to even walk a strait line. It was an inane ritual that Vergil chose not to participate in.
Vergil picked up the discarded item and looked it over. Nero was always leaving his stuff strewn around carelessly. It was rather irritating. Yet, at the same time, gratifying.
Vergil pushed aside a magazine and sat down on the couch. He fitted the speakers of the headset on his ears and adjusted the volume and category of music to his liking. Easing back on the lumpy sofa, he let the music play enjoying the epic leads and insane drumbeats of one of his favorite songs. The lyrics, sung in the harsh vocals of M. Shadows, expressed a truth that could mean anything to anyone with only a change in mood. To Vergil, they reminded him of things he'd rather forget but at the same time needed to remember.
In a low tone, Vergil sang along with the chorus. "I'm trapped in a vile world. Where the endings are the same as every other. We're only here to die. Save me. I'm losing my only dream. I can use some guiding light, some place to go. If you hear me let me know."
Ten minutes and fifty-six seconds of the static form of peace. Vergil continued to listen to all the other Avenged Sevenfold songs that Nero had saved onto the systems memory. Some of them he disliked, but listened to anyhow. Others he had memorized just as he had "Save Me" and liked almost as much. But for different reasons. He considered the piano in "Fiction" a nice addition. As well as the acoustics on "So Far Away" and "Dear God". It showed that there was more to the band than just ear wrenching heavy metal sounds. Variety was refreshing.
A few hours later, Vergil removed the headphones and set the volume and selection back to what Nero had them on. There was no need to give the boy reason to think that his property had been handled without his permission. Vergil put the player back on the desk in the same general area that he had gotten it from.
The sound of heavy footsteps and loud voices followed by the door alerted him to the return of his brother and son. Vergil arched his brow as the two entered Devil May Cry quite a bit earlier than they usually did after an outing.
Dante was carrying a brown paper bag with the outline of a whiskey bottle in it and Nero had in his left hand a case of beer. Both appeared to be a little irritated.
"Let me guess," Vergil said as they sat on the couch and opened their choice of toxin. "You were banned from yet another bar."
"They wouldn't take my fake id," Nero explained.
Vergil chuckled. "How disappointing to have your deception discovered. You should consider it a valuable lesson learned."
Nero scowled at him. "Whatever. You know I really don't care what you think."
Vergil eyed him and decided to let the insolence go. There was no point in expressing his displeasure in the boy's way as he really had little right to criticize.
Dante held out a beer to Vergil. "You might as well join us, bro. Ain't got nothing better to do."
Vergil shrugged and took the bottle. He had no intention of drinking the whole thing, but socialization would not be totally unwelcome. In fact, it might be fun.
Nero crossed the room and picked up his headphones. "So this where I put these," he mused. "I thought I'd lost 'em again."
"You should take better care of your property," Vergil cautioned. "Someone may decide to steal them."
"Gee, thanks for the advice, Dad," Nero said sarcastically.
"Ain't gotta worry about that here," Dante spoke. "Ya know Vergil ain't gonna touch 'em."
Nero laughed in agreement as Vergil smiled to himself. He did enjoy a good secret.
