A/N: Uploading is slightly earlier this time because I'm going overseas for awhile! Welcome to the last of the 'My Dad Is Vergil' Mini-series as we see a rather big time-skip from the last part~

[My Dad Is Vergil (Part Four)]

Thirty year old Nero Sparda alighted from the cab amidst the pouring rain, pulling his coat closer around him as he dashed quickly from the car to the sheltered entrance of the café. The orange hue from the café gave him a sense of warmth and security despite the fact that the place was just a simple café and a shelter from the heavy rain.

Still, shaking his head to shake the droplets that hung adamantly on the tips of his white hair, Nero entered the café, hearing a small ring of bell on the door that announced his arrival. The café was nicely filled with only one or two empty tables. It appeared as if none of the people here were in a rush like he was, and most were either engrossed in their own work –be it on their personal computers, on paper, or simply reading their books –or they were engaged in soft conversation.

The atmosphere of the place was very laid back and relaxed, where everyone did things at their own pace, undisturbed in their little bubbles of life. It was a strange form of atmosphere that both gave him a nostalgic ride, but also put him in a strange position of unfamiliarity. Nero didn't have to look far at all to spy the head of white hair at the corner of the café. With his face turned looking outside on the road at the rain, Vergil Sparda did not watch his son's approach to the table.

But of course Vergil knew that his son had arrived at the café. It was simply the pure fatherly instincts that told the half-demon that his son had arrived and was now approaching him.

"Dad." Nero greeted when he reached the table, inviting himself to the seat across his father in the stall. "Did you wait long?"

"I have waited longer for other things before." Vergil answered indirectly, but Nero understood it as a form of warm forgiveness. "Take off your coat, or you'll get a cold."

Nero hid his smile of nostalgia as he silently obeyed his father's instructions. It wasn't going to matter to Vergil Sparda whether his son was thirty or three years old. As long as there was the possibility of Nero getting a cold from keeping his damp coat on for too long, Vergil was going to give the instruction to take it off.

Nero's surprise increased when he was interrupted by a waitress's arrival at the table, pushing a cup of latte on the table in front of him. Nero made a move to retrieve his wallet from his pockets, but the waitress only smiled politely at him.

"This man here has already paid for your share. Please enjoy your latte with extra cream." She said politely, and left the table to attend to the other diners, leaving Nero and Vergil once more in their private world.

"Thanks, Dad." Nero said as he left his coat on the seat beside him, gratefully accepting the cup of warm beverage. "You still remembered my favourite."

"You're my son." Vergil answered simply.

"So how are you doing?" Nero asked casually to start the conversation, taking a sip from the cup as he did so. "What are you and Uncle Dante doing these days?"

"Still the same. Nothing much have changed around the place since you moved out."

"But surely something has changed in the past 5 years?" Nero asked sceptically.

"Dante is becoming even mouthier." Vergil admitted. "But it is a change that I do not appreciate. So no; there hasn't been much of a change."

"Mouthier?" Nero laughed a little, trying his best to imagine how his uncle –someone who had been responsible for teaching Nero all the words that he eventually learnt to not say –could become even worse than he already was. "Where did he learn it from?"

"He learnt that being a little older gives him the excuse to display himself as a mouthy old grandfather who's grouchy at the entire world."

"You've given up all hope of getting rid of him, haven't you?" Nero asked with one raised brow, watching in amusement as his father sighed heavily, taking another long drink from his own cup of black coffee. No matter how much Vergil said about his twin brother, Nero knew that his father would never try to get rid of his uncle. When Nero had been younger, Vergil had tried a few times –and failed –to get Dante to meet and perhaps form a special relationship with women.

It only now struck Nero ironic how Vergil had been so caught up in trying to set Dante up with women that Vergil forgot that he himself was alone as well. Maybe Vergil had been too busy trying to earn enough to support a young Nero and a useless Dante at that time, but now that Nero had grown up, he briefly wondered if he would ever be able to see his father fall in love with someone other than his mother who was already long gone from this world.

"How are you doing?" His father asked in a change of conversation topic. "Are Kyrie and the kids doing well?"

"They're growing and learning new things every day. Just yesterday Jayden told me that he liked this girl in his kindergarten class and that he gave her a heart-shaped card with his feelings written inside it." Nero grinned at the memory of his cute son's blush when he had confessed everything to his father the night before. Jayden's twin brother Xavier had been tucked in the bed beside Jayden's, and had immediately enthusiastically jumped in to say that Xavier had helped in the cutting of the heart-shape confession card.

"How is Kyrie coping with taking care of both of them together?"

"She works with children for a living, Dad." Nero reminded, but Vergil only shook his head lightly.

"Dealing with other's children and your own will always be different, Nero." Vergil said knowledgeably. "Has anything happened to them yet? Any form of demonic expression?"

"Not yet." Nero smiled to know that his father –no matter how geographically far apart they were –was still worried and concerned over his sons. "I've told Kyrie what you told me to look out for. You'll be the first person we contact once we get a single hint of anything unnatural happening."

"If you insist as such, then I won't bother trying to argue once more." Vergil answered. "What about work?"

"I'm doing fine, Dad. If you could handle being a demon hunter, top-classed lawyer, single father and deal with Uncle Dante alone, then wouldn't I be too much of a disappointment if I can't be just a lawyer and demon hunter at the same time? I have Kyrie helping me to take care of the kids, and I don't have Uncle Dante to watch out for."

"Have you had any trouble from your arm? Anything from the demon world that's bothering you or your family?" Vergil continued to pursue in his worried questions, but Nero simply reached over and placed a reassuring hand over his father's one that was wrapped gently around the cup.

"Dad, I'm fine. You brought me up to be strong and independent. I can handle demon hunting now."

"Right." Vergil nodded, as if suddenly remembering that his son was supposed to be thirty years old.

Nero smiled back at his father, then took another sip from the latte that settled a comfortable warmth in his body. Against the rain pattering against the window at their side, Nero was doused in a lulling warmth that almost beckoned him to sleep. He supposed that he could only feel so secure and safe when he was around his father.

"Dad." Nero said suddenly as he put down his cup abruptly, looking at his father up and down. To be painfully honest, nothing much had changed at all. "How old are you this year?"

"59." Vergil answered with a look of surprise in his eyes. "Why?"

"I just realized that I never considered you as 59." Nero answered honestly. "Maybe it's because you still look like you are still in your thirties. But I never realized that you are getting old, Dad."

"The years still go on with or without your realization, Nero." Vergil answered knowingly.

"You've already taken care of me for 24 years by yourself." Nero counted the years mentally in his mind. "Time really flies."

"It feels like it was just yesterday that I first wrapped my arms around you and lulled you to sleep in my arms." Vergil admitted. "But look at you now; accomplished with your own family and a job. It does make me feel old, no matter how inclined I am to reject that idea."

"Don't let Uncle Dante hear you saying that." Nero laughed softly. "Old or not, Dad, you're still Vergil Sparda. You're still the son of Sparda, and I bet you're still in a better physical shape than me. The demons are still terrified of your name, Dad. You'll always be the Legendary Vergil Sparda."

"Don't bother trying to butter me up, Nero. I am old and retired now."

"I'm not kidding, Dad. I met this young demon hunter on the streets a few days ago on a mission, and he recognised me. We shared a little talk on the train together, and he idolises you. He almost went crazy when he realized that he was talking to the son of his idol. You are a legend in the industry, Dad. Don't sell yourself short."

"We have enough legends in the family. Your grandfather as the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda is enough fame that we need for our bloodline." Vergil dismissed. "Besides, I wouldn't want Dante catching any of this. One word about us being famous, and Dante will have his nose up in the air. I won't be able to live the rest of my life peacefully."

Nero chuckled at the truth behinds his father's words.

The conversation continued for a long while, and both men were long done with their drinks. They talked until the rain stopped outside, until a rainbow shone beautifully outside of the window, hanging brightly in the sky.

"Dad." Nero said again as he absently admired the rainbow through the window. "Are you sure you don't want to come live with us? Kyrie and the kids will love to have you."

"I'm sure, Nero." Vergil said in soft reply. "I can't leave Dante alone to his own devices, and if I bring Dante along, I fear he might teach Jayden and Xavier all the wrong things –similar to how he did to you."

"It wasn't so bad." Nero laughed again. "Look how I turned out."

"You won't be saying that when Dante moves in." Vergil warned. "Besides, Dante and I have spent most of our lives alone together. There's really no need to change it up."

"You know, Dad, I really hope Jayden and Xavier can be as close as you and Uncle Dante are in the future. The two of them are fighting so much just because they refuse to share toys and stuff."

"Don't worry." Vergil smiled faintly. "They'll come around when they get older."

"Are you sure? I've heard of twins going down two completely separate paths before because they have irreconcilable differences."

"Jayden and Xavier will be fine." Vergil assured again. "You won't meet these kinds of problems, because Xavier is quiet and obedient. Jayden is like Dante when he was younger, but Xavier is like me. They'll get along just fine."

"But it's always you giving in to Dante. Xavier isn't going to give in to Jayden forever."

"There was a time when I didn't give in to Dante. I was the selfish one. I took away what Dante had, loved and cherished." Vergil admitted. "It was a bad time of our youth that I'd rather not talk about, Nero. But what I'm trying to say is that your sons are going to be fine –especially if they have you and Kyrie looking out for them."

"You were selfish, Dad?"

"I almost killed your uncle." Vergil admitted with a short sigh. "But it's all in the past. If you really have to know, have Dante tell the story of Temen-Ni-Gru to you. That's all you'll get from me, Nero."

"Okay." Nero answered, knowing that his father was immovable when he wanted to be. "But you and Uncle Dante are always together now. You two are inseparable."

"Of course." Vergil answered with another more exasperated sigh. "Try as I might, unfortunately, Vergil and Dante are two names that are burnt in the legacy of Devil May Cry."