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He groaned, resting his hand in his head. He knew they belonged to him; there was no denying that all! The little beasts lay asleep before him in a small basket on the desk, he fiddled with the little indigo-purple curl on one of the children's heads; but this didn't bother the child as it only yawned, stretching its little chubby arms as he bothered its hair. How did this happen?

Well…Maybe slipping into the home of that Russian priest may not have been one of his better ideas; nor was giving him that wet dream for that matter.

He rolled his eyes, curling his lips as he watched the babies wiggling around to get comfortable. The worst part was he couldn't get rid of them, the Vatican would catch wind of it somehow, either by word of mouth that "Johanna Faust the IV had children." Or by some other means and that could spell disaster for his reputation. He had to try his best to keep this as under wraps as much as possible.

For the next eighteen years, he was saddled with these two and there wasn't a thought in his head that didn't come to him on how he could discreetly ride himself of these little burdens.

How had this gone from being just another ordinary to, him finding out he was the father of twins?

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Mephisto had gone through signing off on papers and dealing with delinquents, nothing out of the ordinary. In all honesty, it was this kind of work that made him consider hiring a vice principle so he wouldn't have to deal with the students, he was happier to just sign papers from teachers saying they needed certain items or look over reports from the exorcist that ranged from what was going on in town right down to what was happening in the cram school; he plopped his head into the back of his chair and let out a stressed sigh. "Ooooo, why did I ever agree to this job?! At this point I would rather be working Lewin's position right about now and not stuck in this miserable office dealing with paperwork!" he hollered as he ran his fingers through his hair and dug his nails ever so gingerly into his head. This, THIS, was NOT his day. But he didn't intend for it to end to on a stressful note, just the idea of being able to relax was only partially helping him to get through this.

Just outside two men were making their way back into the school, one was a bit older somewhere in his forty's, while the other may have been entering his thirties, the older stretched his arms behind his back running his hand through his now graying hair. "Have you ever thought of dying your hair? It would -"

"Are you kidding me? Dying your hair is for women and emo punks!" He commented as they reached the steps of the front of the building, "I was just suggesting an idea Fujimoto, no need to get bent out of shape over it. And besides, women might be more attracted to you if you-OAF!" Tsubaki was quickly cut off as he tripped over something, and before long the sound of a loud whale could be heard from right under their feet! Tsubaki moved his legs and pulled began to pull the object he'd tripped over out from under his legs, only to find it was woven bassinet with, an obviously, cranky baby inside of it. "Huh? What on earth is this doing here?!" Tsubaki exclaimed as pulled back a blanket to get a better look at the baby, watching as she flailed her arms about in its dirty and dingy blue onesie.

"Looks like it's about two or three weeks old, hhmm?" Shiro commented as something else in the basket began to wiggle, "Oh-ho-oh, look at that! Looks like you have a little friend, huh buddy." he said kneeling down stroking the head of the other baby inside of the basket, the other one seemed content as it yawned, while crying baby began to settle down from being woken up. "Why on earth, would anyone abandoned two children at a school?! Shouldn't they be at a church or a hospital?! Why a school?" Tsubaki questioned, "Not sure but - " Shiro paused as he picked up a note that was laying on one of the babies, "I think this might have tell us something." He said, "Hey Tsubaki, why don't go ahead back to the cram school without me. I've gotta go take care of something." he said, placing the note in his pocket and putting the baby back in the basket.

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And there he sat, the principle of this institution of supposedly 'higher learning' though for most it was a prison at best and at worst it was an institution of torture, even the principle was starting to think the same thing as he lay his head on the desk groaning in the hopes that his brain would re-solidify in the process. Then as if the moment called for it, the flew open causing Mephisto to jerk his head off the desk to see what all the commotion was, only sigh somewhat disgruntled when he realized who it was. "Ho-oh oh Mephisto! You old demon!" Shiro began as he mocked his excitement coming through the doors, 'Uugg this idiot! I wonder what he wants this time?' Mephisto wondered as he rested his head in the palm of his hand, just from ridiculously big grin on his face, Mephisto knew trouble was going to follow, "Fujimoto. What is it this time?" he asked looking at him displeased, though in the back of his head he was hoping that maybe Shiro could bring an end to this boring monotony of paperwork on his desk, "Congrats pops! It's twins!" Shiro exclaimed, as he put the basket on the desk and patted the old demon on the back.

"Ppfffttt." a chuckle came out of the demon, "Haha! You think I'm kidding huh Mephisto? Well, go ahe-"

"HAhahahahaha! THIS IS HILARIOUS! Ahahahaha ooohhh ahaha!" Mephisto said clutching his sides as he tried to keep from falling out of his cushy chair, "Ooohhh uhaha, oh good heavens! Ooh thank you Shiro, I needed that! Hahaha!" He said between laughs, he had finally stopped his laughter and began to collect himself as he whipped a tear from his eye. "Oh, twins, that's a classic. Ahem! But no, seriously, what is this?" he asked fixing himself up and straighten out his clothing.

"Uuuh Mephisto, this is ahh pretty serious here pal."

"Mmhahaha, be serious now what is this about?"

The old man stood absolutely stunned over this, really? Wha- He wasn't that stupid? Was he?

"Sorry pal, but these kids are yours." Shiro said, shrugging a bit and pushing the basket closer to Mephisto, only to have the older raise a brow at the basket. "All right you, this was hysterical the first time, and even a bit amusing the second time, but this is getting a little tiresome wouldn't you -"

"Achoo!" came a sweet little sneeze from the basket, his eyes widened in surprise and he looked down to find that Fujimoto was telling the truth.

Two little twin babies lay in the basket snuggling each other, though the one, a little indigo haired creature, didn't seemed to thrilled by the cuddling.

"Uuhh, and how in hell's name do you know they're mine?" Mephisto asked still in shock seeing the two, that's when Fujimoto produced a note and held it out to Mephisto. "I think this letter, might explain that."

"Let me see that!" he barked and snatched the letter away, Shiro stood back smiling, almost beaming at this situation.

"I do not have the finical means, please take care of them, I know they belong to you!" Mephisto complained slamming his head onto the table. "You can't be serious? Ooohh, why do these things happen to me?" he moaned looking up at the two, he sighed deciding that THIS, was to not be a problem. "No matter, I can just call an adoption agency and -"

"Isn't there a rule that forbids you from procreating with either demons OR humans?" Shiro mentioned, Mephisto froze like a deer in the headlights upon hearing that. "How did you know?" he asked, "I'm the paladin! I kinda have to know these things ya know?" he said and gave the old demon a sly wink

'Damn you Shiro!' Mephisto cussed, angry that his friend knew about that. "And I'm sure somehow this could get back to the Vatican, after all you can't do something this big without saying something about it."

"My private affairs are NONE of their business."

"I hate to break it to ya pal, but everything you do is their business and nothing is private. You are a demon after all, you really think they'll trust you?" Shiro threw at him, Mephisto let out a sigh as he realized his annoying friend was correct; not only that but being the proprietor of the most well known and most exclusive school made him a target for media attention with something like this. "Hhaa, and the press would have a field day with this, wouldn't they?" he asked leaning back trying to think, "Yeah, 'fraid so pal. But look, I could hel-"

"Oh would be willing to take on two more?!" Mephisto jumped up, hoping that Shiro would come to save his ass. Shiro just looked at him as if he'd lost his ever-loving mind! "Wha!? Are you insane!? I'm already looking after your two little brothers, hell I'm raising them like my own! Anyway, I'm willing to help give you hints and tips on trying to raise them."

"And what if I refuse?"

That's when Shiro gained the upper hand on Mephisto as he flashed him a devilish grin and looked at him over his glasses. He had to think for a minute, he knew blowing the whistle on Mephisto's cover wouldn't do any good. He would be exorcised for having children, the Vatican made it crystal clear that he, Mephisto Pheles, was notallowed to procreate with anyone, to avoid another disaster like the blue night; not that, that was something they needed to worry about with Mephisto, but they didn't want to take their chances.

Then, he got it! He grinned a devilish smirk as he looked at Mephisto over the brim of his glasses. "All right." he shrugged walking away, "Excuse me?" Mephisto pipped, confused at priest's now la-dee-da attitude as he strutted away from the desk towards the door.

He glared at Shiro, he knew the old man was up to something. He'd known Shiro since his sophomore year of high school after all, so he knew when Fujimoto had something up his sleeve. "I guess you just can't handle being a parent. It's all good though, I bet you don't have the balls to care for them." Shiro said trying to either light a fire under Mephisto's ass and make him mad, or entice him into placing a bet; though the latter was more than likely going to happen. Mephisto tilted his head and raised his brow at Shiro, so that's where he was going with this, eh?

"Besides, I know you can't do it. You're not good enough to pull this off."

"Humph! And what makes you think that? After all, I practically raised my little brother and he turned out just fine." Mephisto argued crossing his arms with head held high, though would saying Amaimon turned'okay' be considered a success?

"Well, look at what you're doing. You're just dumping them on somebody else to take care of, you don't know what the hell you're doing and besides," Shiro began, "I bet there's no way you could get those kids to love you. Not like my kids, and I think I'm doing a pretty bang up job with my two!" Shiro said gloating a bit as he tried to get under the principle's skin, he grinned smugly as he watched as Mephisto smirk with a little fang sticking out of his mouth, this might work out well for once.

"All right!"

"All right, what?" Shiro said, acting as if he didn't know what was going on.

"All right, I will prove to you that I can do it! In fact, I bet you that I could do a better job then what you're doing with your twins! And I'll get these two to love me more than your kids love you." Mephisto goaded as his pride began to get the better of him all the while remaining as calm and collected as he always did, "All right, I'll take that bet sir. And I'll win." Fujimoto declared, "Sure you will, so what are the terms this time?" Mephisto asked, knowing full well that Fujimoto would lose.

"One, you raise these two until they're eight-teen and live on their own. Two, you CANNOT shirk on your responsibilities. So, no dumping them on someone else just because you don't feel like taking care of them."

"But what if I want to go out for the night or need a break from my children? And what if I need help? After all, one cannot raise children alone. Otherwise we wouldn't have the phrase, 'It takes a village to raise a child'." he said, giving his friend the Cheshire cat grin, letting his fangs flash the human. "I'll help you out, but if I feel like you're shirking your responsibilities then I win."

"What does the winner gain, might I ask?"

"Whatever they want! And in my case, I need a pay raise and more time off!" Shiro said, throwing out the fact that, while his pay was somewhat more decent then what it was before, in fact if hadn't been for one bet he'd placed with Mephisto when the boys were five, NONE of the exorcists would be getting decent pay wages, but the demands of caring for twins often did wear on his wallet sometimes with their hunger starting to increase and the many growth spurts the boys were having lately, he needed a raise at this point. Though if he lost, he wasn't looking forward to what Mephisto had in mind as he blushed a bright red color thinking back to the last time he lost a bet with the shifty bastard.

"Mhehehe, anyway, so all I have to do is care for these little ones, with occasional help?"

"Yep!"

And thus, the bet was on!

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And now, here he was exhausted and ready to drop dead from his very long day. All though he was soon to find out that he was father of not just twins but fraternal twins, as one of the babies squirmed and whined, flailing its arms about as it tried express a need that needed tending to; he glanced over at it, with an uninterested brow raised at it. "What?" he asked as if the child was going to respond to him, he groaned picking up the baby as he glanced over at a baby monitor to his right, if he let the baby cry to long he would get a call from Shiro over the monitor and he would never hear the end of it.

"All right then, what's wrong?" he said picking the baby up from under its arm and found the little one had soiled it's diaper, and thus he groaned again. It had been a while since he'd taken care of a baby, many many centuries in fact, but he could at least remember how change a diaper for crying out loud! "All right my sweet darling, let's get you out of that dirty - AAAHH! PPFFFTT OH! PLEASE! STOP IT!" Mephisto cried out as he was so very lovingly sprayed by a golden shower by the baby as Mephisto struggled to get the diaper back over the kid. "PPfff, ahh, gak! Uak! OOoohh, I think some of that got into my mouth!" he shuttered as he stiffened his body at the thought, he sighed already feeling defeated as he already found himself ready to give up, but he knew he would never hear the end of it from Shiro, and neither would the demon's wallet for that matter.

"Well, it's at least nice to know that I'm the father of two sons." he said as he managed to get the youngster covered, trying to get his nerves to relax.

"Now then, please don't pee on me son again." He asked as he managed to get himself cleaned with a few Lysol wipes and gargling with mouth wash a few times over, along with getting the boy a fresh diaper. Though that did take a bit of doing, okay so he couldn't remember exactly how to put on a fresh diaper; as he was quick to figure out when he laid his son on the side that the baby's leg should have gone through, so by the time he was finished the boy looked like he was wearing an odd-looking mermaid suit.

"PFFAHAHAHAHAHAAA! OH, MAN! YOU GOT PEED ON?! Oooohh, and just wait princess, it gets worse!" came a voice, he glared at the baby monitor where the laughing was slowly becoming loud howls of enjoyment; Mephisto would deal with him later and he knew just how to do so. 'Let's see what missions are going to require a trip to the middle of an Egyptian desert.' he mused as he held the infant and absent mindlessly began playing with the little boy's curl, while the idiot on the other end of the monitor was dying of laughter. "UUaah." the little infant in his arms pipped

"Yes, he's annoying me too. But not worry, I'm going to take care of that." Mephisto said, as his son adjusted himself. "Oh, do I hear someone getting attached to their son so quickly?" Shiro said teasingly, only to receive a groan from Mephisto. "No, he simply said that you're an annoying klutz that needs to be sent away." he said, "Hehehe uuhh yeah, sure Mephisto. Anyway, call me if you need something."

"Fine, but I don't plan to." he said waving the priest off, "Uh-huh. Sure, you won't pal, I'll check on you later." and with that Shiro was gone off the monitor to do his own thing.

"Aahhu, humph, ahh achoo!" the little boy sneezed sweetly, Mephisto cringed a little, belk! More germs, and it was only going to get worse too the older the children became.

"WHA! WHA! WAAAAA!" came a set of cries from the basket, he put the little boy down and picked up the screamer, "Why are you screaming so-OH! Oh lord you stink child! OH! How disgusting!" he said, holding the poppy child at arm's length. "Oooh, must I do this?" he wondered as he scrambled around trying to figure out what to do.

"Sir," a voice began as a man poked his head out from behind the door, "Do you have a preference for -"

"BELIAL!" Mephisto exclaimed, thrilled to see the butler. "Yes?" he asked, "Could you do me a favor and helped me with this?" he asked holding the child in the butler's face, he looked at Mephisto with a brow raised as if to ask 'Are you serious?'

"Sir, if I may recall, you once told me a few years back that if I were to ever interfere with your bets again you would have me skinned. But I would recommend a bath for the little one." He said as he grabbed up the basket with the other child relaxed in it. "Shall we go?" he asked, and the four went back to the mansion.

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How long had been here now? Fifteen minutes? It felt like an eternity as he stood there agonizingly trying to force himself to get the diaper off, the one he knew had poop in it and thus gave him even more reason to hesitated taking it off. He wasn't too keen on getting a whiff or catching a peek at the mess, the little baby however was slowly starting to become fussy the longer he had to sit in the poopy diaper; kicking his legs about and waving his arms and his cries started to gear up from displeased little whines to outright caterwauls.

"Sir, the best way to look at this is like this, it's like a band-aid. Just rip it off and throw it in the trash." the butler offered, but all that resulted in was Mephisto glowering at the old demon behind him.

"I know that! It's not like I haven't changed a diaper before you know!" He protested, while Belial was properly placing the diaper on the other child; Mephisto took in a deep breath, grabbed the sides of the diaper and quickly pulled them off only to get blasted in the face by the wafting scent of the dirty diaper. "What now?!" he asked trying to get his nose as far away from the smell of the diaper as he possibly could manage without getting away from the child. "Now roll it up and throw it into the trash."

"I HAVE TO TOUCH IT?!" he hollered,

"Unfortunately for you sir, yes."

Mephisto moaned miserably, was this cosmic punishment for the time he left itching powder in Shiro's underwear the man's junior year or the time he 'accidentally' let Amaimon hork down an entire box of chocolates laced with an aphrodisiac; though at the time he thought he had been punished for that because Amaimon had raped him until he recovered for eating the chocolate, though he had to admit his little brother's animalistic style of sex was... Quite enjoyable. He shuttered in pleasure as he thought about that, trying to keep his tail from wagging under his cloths; he should give Amaimon those chocolates again or even better, let Shura have them.

"WHA! WHA! UUUUAAHHH!" came the howls of an unhappy little child and soon the scent of a rotten diaper came wafting up into the air and beat him senselessly. "AOH! OH good lord!" Mephisto held it out with his fingers holding onto it with the tips of his fingers and holding it as far away from his face as he possibly could as he rushed it to the trash.

His butler stood back silently chuckling at his master's antics, he glanced over at the naked baby laying on the bed. He sighed shaking his head and walked over to the boy to clean him up, as he approached the baby he realized something... Rather important.

"Um, sir." he said as Mephisto returned from the bathroom, his arms red from the overzealous scrubbing with hot water and soap. "Uuuhh, yes Belial?" he groaned as he pulled his sleeves down approaching him, the boys would be the death of him. "You might want to have a look at your... ahmen, 'son' sir." he said handing him the baby whose poopy diaper Mephisto had just burned in a trash can, thankfully Belial had whipped the baby clean but had yet to put on a fresh diaper. "What is-" he paused looking at the naked baby before him, he groaned and let his head fall back. "Belial." he began, "Tell that this is a joke." he said looking at the second child as he held it out at arm's length, "I'm afraid not sir, while the one child you changed earlier is indeed male this one seems to be -"

"A female! Wunderbar! Looks like I'll have to go back to stealing souls again to keep unwanted suitors from her..." he said glaring at the baby and displeased at the fact that he had a daughter to worry about, a son he could live with, he'd always heard that rearing boys was often easier than rearing girls - plus it would also give Mephisto two heirs should one child not meet Mephisto's desired traits in an heir, but a female?! Not only would he have to worry concern himself with worrying about keeping unwanted suitors off her, but also had to worry about finding a suitable mate for the girl, and then there was all the grief and trouble he knew she would give him, maybe this was punishment for all the trouble he'd given his own mother over the years of his childhood and adolescent years.

"Oh well, at least I don't have to run the risk of having you pee on me, like your brother did." he said as he took the baby away to bath her, "Sir. Might I recommend that you wash the little male as well, I think he could use a bath like his sister." Belial suggested walking into the bathroom.

"Can't you do this for me?" he whined, not wanting to do this. "I'm sorry sir, but unless you are in great distress and in desperate need of a break, I cannot interfere. Besides, it would be a great bonding experience for the three of you." he replied as he entered the bathroom and saw that Mephisto had filled the tub to capacity, he sighed softly as he began to realize that his master was well in over his head and was absolutely clueless in child rearing. "Sir, if I may, it would best to bath them in the smaller tub or better yet, a sink, rather than this large tub. Besides, you wouldn't want to drown your own children, would you?" he asked going over to the tub and letting out the water, Mephisto shot him a not so amused glare and let out a groan, "Don't tempt me." Mephisto spoke as watched the butler head over to a large sink in the bathroom and filled it up with water and motioned for Mephisto to walk over with the other baby.

"Where's mother when I need her?" he asked a loud to himself as he put the boy in the water who was soon joined by his sister, "Haaaa, hopefully I can get a goodnight's rest after this." he said as began bathing the little miscreants.

Or, at least that's what he thought after he'd placed the little tikes in fresh diapers, that was AFTER Belial had showed him how to place a fresh diaper on the babies, and soon Mephisto stood over the twins musing over what onesies to put on them. He snapped his fingers coming to an idea! "Aha! I know exactly what to put you two in!" he said snapping his fingers but this time the two had been enveloped in a pink puff of smoke with little pastel stars around them, once the smoke had cleared the two were now wearing cute pokemon onesies and coughing. "There! An emolga and a minccino! Aren't the two of you just adorable?" he gushed, only to have them reply by crying up a storm.

"Now why are you crying?!" he asked as he became frantic as he picked up the babies and began bouncing them trying to silence them, the boy calmed down as he snuggled into Mephisto's chest, while the girl flailed about crying and having a hissy fit. "Females! Absolutely impossible!" he grumbled

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He finally managed to get the girl to calm down and put the twins to sleep in a bassinet together, he let out a long huff and snapped his fingers not even feeling like putting on a yukata he just lay on his bed naked letting the cool air of the room whoosh over his bare body, it was certainly a nice feeling. But an even better feeling would be letting the silk sheets of his bed be pressed against his bare skin. It was rare Mephisto ever slept naked, but after the kind of day he had, he was more than happy to be nude if he knew it would help him relax a little and help him get to sleep.

"Aahh sweet, welcoming bed! Envelope me in your soft silky sheets and warm plush quilt!" he pulled back the covers and began to crawl into bed, eager to catch some shut eye. That was until the sound of whimpering again hit his ears, he clutched the covers in his hands tightly as he turned to face the child, wide and red eyed almost looking like a ghoul from Tokyo Ghoul, his lip and nose curling upwards as he became infuriated over this. All the poor guy wanted to do, was SLEEP! But now, that was being delayed as the little imp behind him once again demanded a need be met. "What do you want son!?" he cried as he snatched the little boy from his sister's side, the baby began to coo and reach out to Mephisto as if he just wanted to clutch his father closely, Mephisto, unsure of what to do, slowly pulled the boy to him to see if just merely holding the child close to him would quell the little imp's whimpering. He soon discovered that he was correct in his assumption as the young pup wrapped his arms around his father's neck and snuggled his collar bone. Mephisto grouched once again as he looked around the room as if to make sure that no one was around to witness his moment of softness, "Oh all right, pesky imp. You may rest on my chest as I sleep, if you so wish; but don't think I'm going to make a habit of letting you -"

"Ooooouuuu..." a cry from the bassinet rose out, he sighed giving up and pulling the girl from the bassinet, looks like she decided that if her brother was getting attention, then she should too! He carefully placed both pups on his chest, pulled the covers over them and began to relax. A little smile tugged at his lips, he chuckled at how they looked so cute in their little pokemon pj's and how just how cuddly they were being with him. He had to admit, they were kind of growing on him a little bit.

"Goodnight, my darlings." he said and quickly passed out