This is just a random thing I wanted to write when a thought came into my mind, "If a demon and a human have half-demon children, what about two half-demons?" So, here it is!
Pairings: DantexOC, OCxOC, slight DantexLady and DantexTrish
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry because if I did, Arkham would've been revived and re-killed over and over again.
If I don't make it, Dante, promise me you'll take care of them and love them in my absence?
Don't talk like that, dammit! You'll be fine!
Always the optimist, aren't you? But I'm afraid I'm not talking about worst case scenarios…Dante, just promise me? Please…
…Alright, but if you keep talking like that, I'm gonna name them Dark and Gloomy after their mother.
Haha…you always know how to cheer me up.
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The light of the emergency room ceased as two women came out. A white-haired man who has been waiting outside for what seemed to be eons rushed up to them. The doctor removed her face mask, revealing an ominously serious expression.
"Doctor, how are they?" the man asked, the worry in his voice as prominent as the anxiety in his ice-blue eyes.
The nurse behind the doctor smiled gently. "Both babies have been safely delivered."
A spark of relief flashed on the man's worried expression. He was about to sigh and even laugh at his own pessimism when the doctor finally spoke up.
"But we've failed to save your wife…I'm sorry…"
The dirt-caked streets were almost ablaze in the heat of the afternoon. Metals seemed to glow under the scorching Sun and the humid air reeked of burnt matter, though nothing really caught on fire…yet. People rushed to the nearest shade and others ran into wherever there was air-conditioning. Only the bravest or desperate ones dared to step out into the Sun.
Due to the intense weather outside, there was hardly any business in Devil May Cry. Dante sat with his legs crossed and perked on his desk, with a slice of pizza in his mouth and a magazine in his hands, as usual. The entire office was silent, save for the whirring of the ceiling fan and the occasional chewing sounds by the devil hunter himself. His blue eyes skimmed through the tiny font and the distasteful coloring of the article when…
Crash!!!
A scowl flashed on his face at the same time as a vein popped on his head. Swinging his feet off his desk, Dante tossed the magazine on said table and stomped off to the room at the back of his shop. The very room he kept all the Devil Arms he obtained. As he reached the door furthest from the office, voices could be heard on the other side. Throwing in a good hard kick to open the rickety wooden door, he shouted, "ALRIGHT! WHO BROKE WHAT THIS TIME?!"
Upon his 'grand' entrance, Dante saw two children, a boy and a girl no older than 8, lying on the floor and looking up at him with different expressions each. Though they both had silver hair streaked with a bright, stunning gold, the boy had strong sapphire eyes while the girl's eyes were of a magnificent royal purple. Decked in black baggy pants, a black t-shirt with a navy-blue long-sleeved shirt underneath and sporting a spiky hairstyle that seemed to take hours to do, the boy was ostentatiously and particularly rebellious-looking. On the other hand, the girl adorned brown short and puffy-sleeved blouse, lavishly decorated by ribbons and laces, a black knee-length skirt over God-knows-how many layers of petticoat and had her hair in a rather cute twin pigtails.
Dante watched, still waiting for an answer, as the boy helped the girl up. But, a second vein popped on his head when the chains of their necklaces got entangled.
"Answer me now! What happened, Theo?!" he yelled at the boy, who rolled his eyes and simply shrugged in reply. It wasn't unusual for him to be blamed first anyway.
"Father, it was my fault, Brother was just helping me," the girl immediately interjected before Dante could ask further.
"Then what were you two doing in here?"
Theo shot a defiant look at him before he slurred, "Lea's just cleaning up and couldn't reach the others up there, so I tried carrying her."
Hearing that brief yet sufficient explanation, Dante sighed in mild frustration and placed a hand to his slightly aching head. "Okay fine, but next time, use a ladder or a chair for God's sake."
"I'm sorry," Lea murmured, almost inaudible as she hung her head remorsefully. The repentance in her faint voice somewhat softened Dante's exasperation. Sighing once more, the man knelt on his left knee in front of the two children and patted her on the head.
"It's alright, Lea," he smiled kindly. Getting up, he walked over to Theo, who continued to glare at him insolently, and gave him a good noogie.
"Ow! Dad, that hurts!" Theo barked, struggling in his father's strange act of discipline.
"C'mon, Theo, you're the older one, this little bit of pain's nothing!" Dante chuckled. Their roughhousing--mostly Theo's squirming--eventually led to a fall. A loud thud resounded in the room as Dante's rear end hit the floor and Theo landed on top of him. A second of silence later, both father and son burst into laughter at their own apparent clumsiness, while poor Lea was all worked up about whether they were alright.
"Seriously now, Theo," Dante started after the fit of laughter subsided. "You're the older twin and as I've said so many damned times, you need to look out for your little sis--"
"I know, Dad." the young boy interrupted, rolling his eyes.
"Uh-huh, sure. There'll be times when you two won't be together and I believe both of you are old enough so," he paused. "I'm gonna have to start training you guys."
"Training?" Theo and Lea inquired in unison, exchanging curious glances.
Theo stared up at the ceiling, sprawled on the worn couch while Lea stood looking blankly out of the shop's window. Dante had reluctantly gone on a mission with Lady, leaving them alone for the rest of the day since their father's missions often take hours. The twins remained silent until the younger decided to break the overpowering stillness.
"Brother, what did Father mean by 'training'?" Lea mumbled, her near-inaudible volume was impossible for a normal person to hear, but Theo was her twin and not a normal child.
"Dunno, probably some swords-and-guns stuff; you know how the old man is," he replied, yawning.
"Oh…"
Once again, silence filled the shop. Theo stole a glance at his sister, only to see that she was staring outside as if in a trance. Lea does that sometimes. Heaven knows what she could be thinking of when she does…The elder twin mussed his spiked hair in frustration and sat up. He interlocked his fingers and, casting his gaze onto the floor, he asked, "Hey, sis? What d'ya think Dad does on missions? I mean, the old man never tells us and neither do Lady or Trish."
Hearing no reply from Lea, he continued, "And what about that room you were cleaning? I hear voices when Dad's in there by himself. Then he starts yelling all these words I don't know--but I think one of them started with F or something. Anyway, sometimes Dad's customers come here like they're chased by sharks and other times Dad comes back with a new sword or some other thingamajig."
By that last statement, Lea was seated right beside him, yet with the blank expression she perpetually has on. She placed her small hand on Theo's as her meek voice mumbled, "I know, Brother, but Father must have some reason to not tell us…"
"Yeah, right. Or maybe he thinks we're just kids," he snorted, earning himself a light giggle from Lea.
"Brother, we are kids." she grinned a little.
Theo huffed and rested his cheek on the crown of his sister's head, taking in the scent of the rose shampoo Trish had picked for the girl, as the latter leaned on his shoulder. The twins sat like this throughout the rest of the day, submerged in their own thoughts, and both eventually fell asleep. Needless to say, when Dante and Lady returned from their mission, they were more than a little pleasantly surprised to see them cuddled and snoozing away on the old couch.
And that's the first chapter! I kinda have the plot in my mind and written on my notepad but ye be warned, this is just a drabble and I will take some time to update! Lastly, please review! If you have the patience to read this load of crap, please do spare some to write a review!
-Lotus Kurosawa Sae