Disclaimer: I do not own DMC characters. They all belong to Capcom.
A/N: In this story, Dante and Vergil are at the age of 10. So, I'll do my best to keep them in character.
This is my first DMC fanfic, yet a holiday one at that. So, have fun reading it, because I enjoyed writing it just for you DMC 4-ever fans out there.
ENJOY!
A VERY SPARDA CHRISTMAS By. rose-mirror21Chapter 1
All We Want For Christmas Is You
On a cold Christmas Eve, it was late and the Sparda family is hushed and slumbered in their warm beds, well, all except for the father named Sparda. He had a lot on his mind. For this Christmas, he wants it to be very special. Sitting in his chair, warm by the fire, he thought to himself looking at the Christmas stockings with the Sparda family names hanging over the fireplace.
"What to do?" he questions himself.
Sparda looks over at the Christmas tree. All that he can see is Eva's presents for him and for the boys. Also, there are Dante's and Vergil's presents for the entire family all wrapped up in big ribbons stacked up under the tree which came out from their saved allowances. It wasn't plenty under the tree, but Sparda only wanted to add a bit more to this glorious Christmas season.
The night was still quiet and Sparda stayed sitting there in his chair rubbing his sleepy eyes. He leans forward with his arms resting on his legs staring at the fireplace watching the fire flames dancing wildly. Then, in a matter of moments later, Sparda suddenly starts to hear tiny footsteps coming downstairs. He looks over to the left to see who it is.
"Vergil? Is that you my beloved son," said Sparda in a whisper.
"Yes, father. It's me," said Vergil in his blue pajamas.
"What are you doing up this late, my son?" Sparda asked the older twin.
"Well, Father. I was going to ask you the same question," Vergil replied.
"Come over here, my son," said Sparda with a smile and open arms.
Vergil walks over to his father, then sits on his lap looking up at him with alluring bright blue eyes as Sparda held him.
"Well, my son," said Sparda clearing his throat, now holding his son to his chest. "I'm just thinking about how this year's Christmas is going to be this year, that's all," he replied.
" Is that all, Father?" Vergil questioned in a small voice.
"Yes, I want it to be unforgettable this year." Sparda said with elightment in his eyes. "You'll see, my son, you see," he said happily.
"Why don't you forget about it, Father?" said Vergil looking up at his father once again.
"Huh? But I didn't even buy you, your brother nor even my beloved wife Eva a single Christmas present this year and time is running out." Sparda said in a husky tone voice, putting his hand over his face. "I've wasted my time fighting and slaying demons and I hadn't spent much time with my family. I really liked those Christmas cards that lights up that I saw at a store's window yesterday, too. AHH, I'M A TERRIBLE FATHER!" Sparda yelled clutching his fists on the arm of his chair nearly shaking the house. Though, he didn't transformed, but he was getting there at that point.
Vergil just stared and didn't even flinch of his father's enrage. A brave soul he is.
"Come on, Father. Christmas isn't ruined because of you or anyone else," said Dante in his red pajamas holding a sandwich, then takes a bite.
"Dante, how long have you've been standing there?" Sparda asked his younger son. "I didn't even hear you come in."
"I was in the kitchen making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Do you want some Vergil?" said Dante.
"I rather puke." Said Vergil in distaste turning away from the sandwich Dante is offering up to his face.
"Father?" said Dante now offering to him.
"No thanks, my son," said Sparda. "Maybe later."
"Father, I think you need to stop thinking so hard about what to do and what you should get us." Vergil complimented.
"Yeah." agreed Dante.
"Shouldn't you boys be in bed," said a soft voice at the top of the staircase.
"Eva?" said Sparda in surprise.
"I've heard every word that was spoken." Eva said with a smile.
"You have?" said Sparda.
"Well, just the part about the light up Christmas cards, of course, my beloved husband," said Eva walking slowly down the stairs in her long white silver gown with a matching robe, "You're the one we wish to have for Christmas. A wonderful present you are, my dearest."
"That's sweet, my dear. Though, I…but…how?" said Sparda confusedly. "This isn't what I asked for."
Eva leans over Sparda's chair, embracing him warmly then placing a gentle kiss upon his cheek.
"I love you, my beloved husband. We love you. All of us do so much," she said smiling happily.
"YEAH!" agreed the Sparda twins.
"Shhh," said Eva quieting the twins, "Now, let's all go back to bed."
Vergil begins to rub his sleeping eyes and Dante ate the last bit of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"It seems someone is getting sleepy, right Vergil?" she said with a grin.
Then she looks over and gasped, "DANTE!" yelled Eva with one hand on her waist. "You should know better by now not to eat this late when you just had dinner!" she recalled.
"I'm sorry, Mother." Dante said staring at his mother with sorrowful eyes and hands tied behind his back.
"Humph, such an actor he is," Vergil thought to himself with a bit of jealousy. "Dante, always putting on an act," thought Vergil with a low growl.
"Honey, you'll wake the neighbors," warned Sparda.
"I'm sorry, dear," she replied to her husband. "Oh, come here, Dante," she said calmly wiping his mouth with a piece of damped cloth.
"I'm sleepy, Mother." Vergil said as he continues to rub his eyes.
"Me, too." agreed Dante embracing his mother's waist.
"Well, then. Let's get back to our beds," said Sparda yawning. "We don't want to ruin Christmas for Santa."
Vergil gets off from his father's lap, then, Sparda stands up from his chair and stretched his muscles.
"Goodnight, my sons," said Sparda.
"Goodnight, Mother and goodnight Father," said the twins separately.
"Goodnight, my boys," said Eva.
Sparda and Vergil both begin to walk upstairs to their own beds. Dante walked upstairs with his mother, holding her soft warm hand and then stops.
"Oh, wait here, Mother. I forgot something," said Dante.
Eva just nodded to him and watched him ran into the kitchen, then came back into the living room with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk that he'd made as an extra earlier.
"Who's that for, my son? Is it for Santa?" asked the gentle voice Eva.
"No, Mother. It's for the Christmas present we wished for this year." Dante said with a grin placing the plate and glass of milk next to a chair. "It's for Father," he smiled.
"Yes, that's right, my son," she said holding out her hand with a smile and Dante walks up the stairs to hold it once more. "Your father is the most wonderful gift for this year's Christmas and forevermore to come."
To Be Continued…
A/N: Now, don't think this is what Sparda wants for Christmas. Though, of course, he wants to spend more time with his family, but this chapter here is what the rest of the Sparda family wants. What Sparda really wants for his family is much more than himself and you wouldn't believe what it is, until next time. winx
So, here's the first chapter and I hope you enjoyed it. I know I did. Well, feel free to review and tell me how I did so far as the first chapter goes. Any suggestions and comments are welcome. Hopefully, I did "ok" at the most.
