Author: Moiranna
Beta: meterios
Title: I want a child
Theme: #21 - Life
Rating: PG
Realm: Devil May Cry
Pairing: Vergil/Dante
Characters: Dante, Vergil
Genre: Humor
Warnings: Twincest
Word-count: 386
Summary: I want a child
Notes: This is me at my worst
"I want a child."
The words came from out of the blue, and Dante, who had been idly reading a movie-magazine and sipping his morning coffee promptly choked on it and burst into a vicious coughing fit. After several long minutes of trying to regain his breath he managed to open his eyes properly, wiping a tear from one of his eyes to look at the identical frame of his elder brother.
"What?!"
Vergil rolled his eyes and shifted his footing, absentmindedly adjusting the cuffs of his shirt.
"I said that I want a child."
"I heard that," Dante snapped. "I'm just wondering how? I do hope that you know that two guys can't…" he struck out with one hand and waved it in the air, unable to finish the sentence.
There was a silence in the office for a few moments, during which the twins just looked at one another. Finally Vergil closed his eyes and pinched at the bridge of his nose.
"I am perfectly aware of that, dear brother."
Dante's heart kept on pounding wildly in his chest, and he couldn't quite believe what his sibling implied. They had both been aware, from day one, that there would be no more heirs to the Sparda legacy, that they'd be the last of their kind. That their… 'thing', or whatever one might call it, forever would be fruitless. If Vergil actually had gone to the point of voicing this Dante knew that Vergil had given it quite some time to think upon, and it could only mean one thing.
"And who… who have you intended to be the mother?" He forced his voice to be calm and collected, while all he wanted was to scream and ravage.
A frown crossed Vergil's face, and Dante knew his brother well enough to see just the faintest notion of disgust cross his face, and he felt himself relax a notch.
"Trish is but a clone of our mother, and Lucia…" Vergil scrunched his nose, and had it not been for the serious situation Dante would have kissed him for the sheer expression of disgust plastered over his usually stoic countenance.
And then it hit him. Dante just stared at his brother, shock so clear over his face that he couldn't even try to wipe it away.
"… Y-You're not serious… Lady?"
AN: I wanted this way longer but my beta adviced against it. There is a sequel called "The Other Woman." If you liked this story please drop a review and then look up the theme: 22 – Jealousy.