A Father's Love
A Devil May Cry Oneshot (possible fanfic)
Dante was pulled from his sleep upon hearing two infants crying from across the room. He got up sighing softly and made his way over to the crib at the other end of the room. Inside lay his two sons, his only reason to live anymore. The two baby boys were crying for food and attention. Dante carefully picked them up and went over the the fridge to stop the small wails from the children. He sat down on the couch and silenced the babies with their bottles and smiled softly. He had been taking care of them on his own from day one. A lot of people would have never thought of him being father material, but he managed. His children were the only thing he had left of his late wife, and that alone made him protective of them. Many people had tried to take the two boys away from him, but he fought back and won every single time. He looked back down at the two sleeping figures in his arms and smiled softly, "I'll never leave you Sam,Vergil" those were the same last words his wife had gasped out.
Slowly it all came back to Dante, on how he had lost the woman he loved. When he had found out that she was expecting his life took a turn for the direction he didn't want to go. Somehow though she had convinced him to at least give it a chance. Surely enough he did, and nine months later the time had come. Sadly though anything that could of gone wrong did go wrong with the delivery. In the end she had died, but not before making sure that her two children were alive and in their fathers arms. Dante felt hurt, but over time accepted what had happened. She was still alive, in the two small infants laying in his arms. He smiled softly and laid his two sons back into their crib and laid back on the couch drifting back into a light sleep.
Time moved on quickly and soon the two boys were at the hyper age of five. Dante could see the resemblance of himself in his sons. They both had his white hair and pale complexion, Sam had his eyes, while Vergil had the eyes of their mother. One's that seemed to burn with a unique fire to them. Even their pasts were similar, but Dante vowed that he wouldn't let them grow up without their father. He had lived his life without both of his parents, and didn't want the same for his children. He knew it had messed him up severely, and didn't want them to suffer the same fate. When some people saw him, it was hard to believe he was even a demon hunter. He was single handily raising two boys, without any help from anyone. He felt that he had to carry the responsibility alone. After all they were his children, he was supposed to be there to for them regardless of what happened. He knew he would have to play the role of mother and father, two people he could remember in his own memory. He had the same wisdom and kindness as his father, yet the same gentle nature as his mother.
When the boys fell ill he was there to take care of them, making sure they got their rest. Sam had broken his arm when he fell off his bike, Dante made sure that everything was rearranged so he could reach it easier. Vergil had been hurt when training, he would be right there bandaging the wounds with a gentle smile telling him "to be careful next time" no matter how many times it happened. Bed time he would share stories that he had once heard from his father and mother. Enjoying the wide eyed views of the two astonished boys. During the school week he got them up and had breakfast ready, and watched them head off for school. He would work all day hunting demons, and be home before the kids returned from school. They had trouble with homework he would help them, never getting frustrated with them. At night when the boys complained of noises and monsters, he would check the room and smile saying that the monsters ran away. While they slept he walked around the house keeping his eye out for any stray demon, making sure they would never lay a hand on his children. He had even given up his insane diet of pizza, strawberry sundaes, and beer, but he still enjoyed a glass of wine from time to time.
Although the years had taken a toll on Dante. He had lost weight, and his eyes seemed duller then he last remembered. Still he was happy, and knew that his time was far from over. He still had his kids to look after, after all if he wasn't around who knew what kind of hell would ensue. A faint smile graced his features as he looked at a drawing Vergil had done in art class. It was the three of them smiling, the typical work of a five year old. Sam had done something similar, but added odd looking figures in the background. Dante figured that they were probably demons and smiled to himself. They were his kids after all. He yawned and looked at the clock, it was three in the morning. He needed to get some rest so he could get up in the morning and see the boys off to school again. "What a life" he smiled and leaned back in his chair and fell asleep smiling. Only to be awoke a few minutes later from the small cries of insecurity coming from the boys room.
Once again I keep doing stories for Devil May Cry. Please review and tell me what you think, and if I should continue on with this as a fanfic. Thanks for reading.