Title: Never Anger A Mother.
Timeline: Before series.
Characters/Pairings: Dante, Vergil, Eva and Sparda. Sparda/Eva.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family.
Summary: No one will mess with them while I'm alive. I'll raise hell over them if they did.
Never Anger A Mother
Today was great, Eva thought.
The weather was nice, she was done with all the housework, the house was quiet...
Wait a minute.
The house was quiet?
If there was something Eva was sure of, it was that their house was never, ever quiet.
The main reason for that was her twins and their father; it seemed that every game they played brought the cries of pain and utter agony from him. She remembered one time when she asked Sparda about why he was screaming, and he shrugged off saying, "Nothing, except that our kids might be more demonic than I am. I mean who would do that to their own father? You have no idea how twisted their minds are. And who the hell is Mario? Why must he always save the princess?!"
He then took a moment to screech when he heard the boys coming, pleading her loudly to save him as they dragged him to their room. She discovered that that her kids' odd playing time with their father (if you could call attempting to grill your father odd) was something she would forever pretend that she didn't witness.
Strangely though, no matter how her husband would suffer, he would agree to play with them immediately the moment they ask. Eva found it cute that the big bad demon had such a soft spot for his kids. Though sometimes, she thought he should've just said no, because the twins holding daggers was not, in every single way, a good thing to go along with.
As for herself... well, let's say that the twins had a soft spot for her, and they would never think of subjecting her to their twisted games.
So no one could blame her if she found the sudden silence in her house quite odd. She remembered that Sparda was not home at the moment. Still, the boys were noisy even without him. Worried, she took the stairs to their room, and got surprised when she saw Dante and Vergil sitting quietly on their beds.
Closing the door, she asked softly, "What are you doing here? Why are you not playing outside?"
They didn't answer, which was highly unlike them. Something must've really bothered them.
Eva walked until she was between their beds, and putting her hands on her hips, she demanded, "Spill, what's the matter?"
Still no answer. This only made her more determined to find out what bothered them so much. "You can keep your mouth shut all the time you want, I'm not going until you two talk."
After ten minutes of complete silence, Dante finally asked, "Are we freaks?" The instant he spoke, Vergil sent him a glare. Probably meaning that he should've stayed quiet, Eva mused.
Shocked about the question, she pressed on, "Who said that?" Whoever was responsible for this better be preparing for his or her funeral.
"Some mothers and their kids at the playground," Vergil said stoically, but she'd know better. He, too, was affected with whatever was said about them.
"Tell me everything." Names and addresses to be exact. She was already plotting some murders, who says she was a goody goody person?
They told her what happened, and that the reason why they didn't tell her was because they were afraid it would've gotten her mad.
Eva was furious, so furious she wanted to kill something. It wasn't enough for the twins to doubt about themselves being evil after learning about their demonic heritage a month ago, now these people made them doubt themselves even more.
"You two are the sweetest and cutest and the most wonderful children in the world, those people don't know a single damn thing."
The twins were amused about their mother saying a bad word (ah, children) and happy about the praise they got that all of them laughed uncontrollably, even Vergil joined the laughing fit, serious and responsible as he tried to make himself be.
After the laughing had stopped, Dante asked her, "What do we do if they said something like that again?" Vergil looked up at that, eyes carrying the same question.
She fought the urge to hug them senseless as smiled at them assuredly. "Everything will be alright, now go and play your hearts out."
A group of women sat in the center of the local park, gossiping endlessly about anything.
Today's target of gossip was the Sparda twins.
"Are these Eva's kids? What's wrong with their hair?"
"I don't know, maybe they are albinos?"
"Good thing they're playing with themselves, I don't want my Matt to be infected with whatever they got."
"Poor Eva, she has to put up with them being her children."
"Have you ever seen her husband? No one had ever seen him."
"Such a weird family, two freaks of kids and an unseen husband, I wo-"
They were interrupted by the sight of Eva approaching them, eyes narrowed in cold resentment and mouth set in a thin line.
"Which one of you talked about my sons?"
Needless to say, no one dared to make a note about the twins anymore. The horrified mothers warned their children to never bully them again even.
A smile of victory graced Eva's lips as she walked with her kids back to their home. No one will mess with them while I'm alive.
I'll raise hell over them if they did.
