ReadingChick got me to read Gunnerkrigg Court over Winter Break AND mentioned the idea of Zimmy and Nero being related. So this is whole-heartedly her fault.
Disclaimer: I don't own FF7: Dirge of Cerberus or Gunnerkrigg Court.
Certainly Not
The most annoying part, as far as Nero could tell, was that Weiss wouldn't stop laughing. He certainly had a right to be annoyed by the rest of the situation. This girl was impeding on his precious free time and her claims were complete lunacy, but it was Weiss' constant cackling that was wearing on Nero's nerves.
"Listen to me, child," he began again as the more tanned one looked him in the face. "There is no way in possibility that I am… Related to this girl in any way." Nero gestured to her companion who had taken to scowling in the corner. "I have never engaged in that particular act that would be required to make a child and she's far too old to be mine anyway."
Shelke had pulled this particular girl over to her computer terminal long ago. She typed what Nero had said into the translator and had the girl read it. The tanned girl said something to Shelke, who fed it into the translator in reverse, and read it back. "She says that you two have too many similar traits, both physical and mental, and that you must be her father."
Nero fought the urge to bury his face in his hands. Weiss, who had just been calming down, broke into new hysterics. "H-Her father… Oh, God, Nero!"
"Look 'ere," the girl growled. "Bandage-Face 'as a point. There's no way I'd be fool enough to be related to a man that can't even get 'is arms through 'is shirt properly."
Removing his arms from their restraints and allowing the darkness to swirl a bit more ominously, Nero approached her corner. "Pardon me, child?"
"You heard me!"
For a moment, static seemed to overwhelm the room's occupants. Even Weiss had stopped laughing for a few seconds. The tanned girl wandered over to her companion and muttered something to her friend before rising, bowing slightly, and guiding her friend by the hand out of the lab.
"Where are they going?"
"Hopefully back to the hell from whence they came," Nero huffed.
"Mmm…" Weiss stretched, apparently fully intent on heading back to his throne room. "Hey, Nero?"
"Yes?"
Weiss smirked. "Who's the lucky lady?"
Who indeed, Weiss?