Fuyuko: Hmm. Yep the internet is really, really bad for me.
Lady: Lazy. That's your problem.
Dante: I dunno, the internet is pretty addictive. Mundus could use it to brainwash people and take over the world.
Lady: I'd tell you both to stay off of it, but I wouldn't want to waste the effort.
Fuyuko: Besides, separating me from my internet makes me excessively unruly and violent. I need my information overload. Like I need short fics, whose characters I don't own, such as DMC and you two. As a blanket disclaimer for the rest of this series, Capcom owns Devil May Cry and all its inclusive paraphenelia.
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DMC OTP100
Prompt #26 Parents
Word count: 438
Characters: Dante, Lady, mention of Eva, Sparda, Arkham, and Kalina Ann
Title: Fifth of Ten
Rating: G
Warnings: None, just reflections on the respective parentages.
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"Did you hate him?" Lady's eyes didn't move from their focus, but her tone told him she wasn't talking to the grave before her. It didn't tell him, though, which 'him' she was referring to. Dante assumed her own father, Arkham, as they were paying respects at her mother's grave.
"Honestly? Not really, he wasn't worth it. I was annoyed with him, hell yeah, but I hate only a couple of people Lady. The rest aren't worth it." She'd placed that boquet of snapdragons and tiger lilies on the grass of the cemetery already, flowers she'd hand picked and tied off with a child's pink hair band. There was also a .9mm bullet wrapped in that girly hair accessory.
"I see. So you didn't hate your father…even though, you told me it was his fault your mom died."
There was a silence then, as he realized he'd spoken about the wrong person and couldn't easily take back the words now. He shrugged it off after another beat of the moment, thinking that this really wasn't the place to discuss his past anyway. He'd agreed to come out of respect for hers, wanting to know why she honored her dead mother as much as he did Eva.
Eva…his mother, she wouldn't have wanted him to hate Sparda. His demon father had been her life, had given her a new life along with the twins they'd had out of love, and his human mother had loved the dark knight despite everything he was and that she was supposed to be. Would it be disrespectful of Dante to hate the man his beloved mother had shared her life with? He didn't know, and he didn't want to either.
"Your mother…what was she like? My mother, Kalina, she did everything with me. We played house, had tea with my stuffed animals, and even jogged together." Lady still wasn't looking at him, and he let it go. He knew it was hard to part with the person you loved and respected the most, even after they'd been dead for years.
"My mom, her name was Eva…she loved us, Vergil and I, with her life. We were her life, after he died, so she kinda threw herself into doing all sorts of stuff for us. Like making us chocolate cakes for our birthdays."
She nodded, turning slowly to face him, clenching her eyes closed to stem the few tears that had welled up despite her new strength and earned vengeance. They walked back to his motorcycle in silence, paying respect to dead mothers, and wondering how to handle the shadows of dead fathers.
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