Disclaimer: I don't own DMC or the characters, just my OC's
Recap-
"A fight is what happened." Marlo said indifferently, always being the smart ass. "And you would be?"
The blonde woman just looked at her then at Chris, she seemed to be assessing the scene in front of her. The twins felt something off about her; they looked down at RoRa who was sniffing the air enthusiastically. After a few more seconds of sniffing RoRa looked up at them, her ears fell down then up, her version of a shrug.
"My name is Trish, and I am your substitute teacher." The blonde woman, Trish answered.
End recap-
Chris, Marlo and RoRa walked into their schools office behind the woman who introduced herself as Trish. They had to give her directions to get to it though, since they had been there multiple times before. Two receptionists sat behind a desk that took up three fourths of the front office, brunette and a red head, each raised their heads at the new comers, when they saw the trio walking behind the new substitute they grimaced.
"Chris, Marlo, RoRa, isn't a little early in the week for your usual meetings?" the red headed woman asked with a hint of tired amusement.
"Good morning Miss. Mary, Miss. Jenna." Marlo and Chris said in unison, spend enough time in the office and you get to be on a first name basis with everyone. Plus it helps that the twins had saved them a few years ago during a major demon infestation.
"So, who was the poor unsuspecting victim this time?" the brunette, Miss. Jenna, asked, the phone was next to her head, her fingers above the keys, emergency services was mandatory to be on the speed dial of every school systems phone network. The school hadn't really ever needed to call an ambulance before the twins had come to town, so both of the receptionist knew that if the twins were in the office, it was a good 92% chance that someone was injured by them.
"Brandon Vickton." Trish said, she didn't seem to be surprised at the chit chat that was going on between the receptionist and the twins. She looked down at RoRa who was still sniffing at the air, as if trying to identify a strange smell. Trish smirked at this, she figured that the wolf would be a devil; it was bound to be if Chris and Marlo were actually Dante's children. "Speaking of the half-devil, where the hell is he?" she thought.
"It took you this long to hurt him?" Miss Mary, the red head asked skeptically. Marlo scoffed at her question.
"It would have happened sooner but Gandhi here," she points at Chris with her thumb. "Wanted to see if the ignore him strategy would work." Chris stuck his tongue at her.
"How bad is it?" Miss Jenna asked, her fingers still hovering over the dial.
"I made sure that there wasn't any major damage, he'll just value breathing more than usual, oh and his back will be sore for a few days." Chris answered.
"He is with the nurse at the moment." Trish said, causing Miss Jenna to sight in relief and put the phone back in its cradle.
"So is Randall busy?" Marlo asked, referring to the school principal by his first name.
"Yes, you three can go on in." Miss Mary answered.
"Thank you Miss Mary, see you later Miss Jenna." The twins responded in unison as they went down a hall to the left, it led to the offices. They knew the path by heart, so they followed the hallway, found the door that read 'Randall Radcliffe' and Principal underneath it. They knocked then went in.
Behind a desk with three chairs in front of it, sat a tall bald man, the twins instantly recognized the man as Mr. Radcliffe their principal. He was sitting in his chair; a black corded phone held up to his ear, a look of boredom on his face as his ear was assaulted from the voice coming from the phone. RoRa cringed as the voice started to go a few octaves, causing the phone to give off a mechanical screech. Upon see his visitors, and recognizing them, he waved his hands at them towards the chairs. Chris and Marlo knew the drill, so they sat down, RoRa sat on her hind legs in between the chairs that they were sitting in.
After a few more minutes of talking with the screaming voice, Randall hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh; he then laid a slight glare upon the offending twins, who blinked doe eyes, in one case eye, RoRa joined in to with puppy wolf eyes.
"Would any of the three of you care to guess who that was on the phone?" Their principal asked, though it more rhetorical.
"That guy from last month who gypped us on our payment." Marlo guessed jokingly, though a small part of her was serious, money is money and that stingy jackass had screwed them over by 400 bucks.
"No," Mr. Radcliffe said sighing pinching the bridge of his nose. "It was Andrew Vickton, and would you like to guess about what he calling about." Again coming out rhetorically.
"Me laying out his son." Chris said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Yes." Radcliffe answered.
"Wow that was like what 10 minutes ago, damn news travels fast." Marlo said, mock amazement in her voice.
"First off, Language young lady, and secondly it seems that one of Brandon's fellow teammates called him after your little fight." Radcliffe said, another sigh escaping from his mouth. He had gotten used to the twins antics, and was generally amused by them, but still he hated having to deal with the consequences of their actions.
"Actually I think that Mr. Vickton was on the phone before the fight," Chris stated, causing everyone to stare at him. "I think that he was waiting to hear that his son had proven himself by beating up the school fag, aka me." Chris's sexuality wasn't exactly a secret, if you asked him he would admit it, it was just a secret towards their foster parents.
Some people, mainly girls, could tell that he was gay after a few hours; some girls had gotten him truth and spread it around. The news had enticed a few of the more macho guys that were new to the school district to try and pick a fight with Chris. All had found out that gay didn't equal weakling, Brandon Vickton was know added to that list.
"Even if that were the case, Mr. Vickton is claiming that you attacked his son first, saying that his boy wouldn't have thrown the first punch, or be taken down so easily by a-" Radcliffe cut himself short, not wanting to use the exact word that the screaming man on the phone had said.
"Fag, cocksucker, fairy, twink." Marlo offered up. Chris didn't react to the words his sister used; he didn't really care about the words, sticks and stones.
"Again LANGUAGE, and yes something along those lines." Radcliffe said with another sigh. He didn't like people like Vickton, he would rather just direct him towards Chris to teach him a few lessons on tolerance and understanding. But then the school would have to pay the hospital bill.
"It's fine Randall," Chris said nonchalantly, using the principal first name, he and his sister where actually one of the few students to use it, though it was more out of friendship and respect then a lack of it. "Besides, I think this will go away when we show Mr. Vickton a video of his son throwing a punch at me first." Randall's ears perked up at this.
"There's a video of the fight?"
"Yep, ask a few of the oldies on the football team or the cheerleader squad, they had phones out." Marlo answered using the towns slang for anyone who was Wendover before four years ago, before a massive demon infestation had wiped out a fourth of the towns original population. The after affects of which led to a bigger business practice for the twins.
"I'll do that, but until then we will have to wait for Vickton, he plans on talking to me about getting the both of you expelled."
"We all know that Mr. Spencer wouldn't allow it." Chris stated, referring to the school districts super intendent, which the twins had saved along with his family a few times from demons.
"Yes, but it seems that Vickton will still likely try." Randall said, knowing at how futile it was, after all quite a few people around the town owed the twins their lives, or their children's lives to them. And a lot of them would testify on the twin's behalf.
"Well, bring it on, I could use some entertainment before Pre-cal, and the longer it takes the better." Marlo said, then kicked her feet up and rested them on top of the desk.
"Fine, but while we are waiting, Mr. Tomlin has asked me to pass onto you three a request to take on a job for him." Randall informed them.
"The gym teacher, isn't he a newie to town?" Marlo asked, again using town slang. Usually the newies were the ones that just scoffed at anyone who believed in demons, or those who slay them.
"Yes," Randall replied, then shoved Marlo's boots off his desk, "It would seem that some demon's have made a home in the woods behind his house. He doesn't wish for it to be known that he believes in them, so he asked me to deliver the message."
"Is he willing to pay for it?" Chris asked, he was the accountant for the business after all.
"Yes he is, I gave him your guys usual rates, and the discounts you offer for faculty."
"Pssh, well charge him the newie rate, and give the discount." Chris responded, he hated it when people asked for work from the shadows.
"Okay then, I'll give him the news, you'll have the answer before the end of the day." Randall said, taking out his cell phone.
"While your at it," Marlo interrupted, "Can you get that video of the fight, I wanna see it, and the look on Vickton's face when he sees his kid get taken down." A happy sneer was on her face when saying it.
"I'll make sure to do that, if you three will excuse me, I get to work." And with that, Randall left the office to deliver the news and to fetch the video, leaving the twins and RoRa alone in his office.
"You think Vickton will press charges?" Marlo asked, she was pulling her Ipod out from her pocket and had one earbud placed in her ear.
"Maybe, but I doubt that he wants it to be public knowledge that I kicked his sons ass, may lose a little of his reputation." Chris responded boredly, he was busy working on reviewing from his chemistry book, there was a test today. RoRa had laid down and looked to be taking a nap.
"Don't see why, the way gossip in this town travels, he'll be hearing about by noon." Marlo replied with a sigh, then turned on her Ipod and went to her System of a Down playlist.
-out in the hallways-
Trish had left the office after she had gotten her roster from the receptionist, who had told her that Dante had already gotten his. She was substituting for the junior history teacher, Dante was subbing for the art teacher, both were classes that the twins were taking. She found Dante in the room of the teacher was subbing for, looking over notes that the teacher had left for him. He wore a red button up shirt, the top three unbuttoned revealing some of his chest, his black jeans fit him enough and were tucked into his red cowboy boots.
"So, how did meeting them go?" He asked, not even looking up.
"Fine, and Vergil and I had been right when we guessed that the wolf was a demon." Trish responded, taking an empty seat across from her partner. "The suppression spell on demonic presence worked flawlessly, as expected."
"So," Dante asked, drawing it out, looking up at the blonde. "What are they like at first glance?" Trish looked at him, a look of actual interest in his eyes.
"Well the girl seems to act like you, childish, immature and a smartass to boot." Trish replied, earning a scoff from Dante. "And the boy seems to be the more mature one of them, which is surprising coming from the fact that they are your children." She glared at him at the last part.
Dante winced in remembrance at the pain from the barrage of bullets that had hit him three weeks prior. He was still coughing them up know and then. Immediately after Trish had calmed down, and he had started to heal, everyone started talking about plans on uniting him and his 'supposed' children, Trish being at the head of them. She was firmly seated in the idea that he should be in their lives, considering that fact that he wasn't their lives in the most important time though, they had agreed that they would have to approach them with kid gloves.
Also, though the doubt was small, there was still doubt that they were indeed Dante's children. Everyone, including patty who was going on about how it was like one of her soap operas, agreed that they should get absolute proof that Dante was indeed the father of the twins. So Lady and Nero had came up with the plan to get Dante and Trish closer to the twins to find out the last piece of proof needed. Trish had paid off two teachers at Wendover, Bendover as the locals called it, High school, and had promptly taken their places, posing as substitutes.
At the moment it was first period, and both of them had free periods, so they were trying to figure out how to introduce themselves to the twins.
In the back ground they heard loud arguing coming from down the hall, the voice sounded male.
"Heh, I think I'm starting to like this school, mine didn't come with teachers who had the balls to cuss in front students." Dante remarked as he got up from his desk and walked towards the doorway. Trish just scoffed at him, but none the less followed.
They both looked out, then up the hallway to see three forms coming down the hall. One they recognized as the principal, was trying to talk in a calm voice to a shorter male, the voice that was yelling before and still was, belonged to a shorter man that was dressed in a dark blue three piece suit. The other form belonged to a boy who had bruising on his throat, and was leaning over moaning aloud in pain. The principal and the yelling man argued about someone and walked into an entrance with a sign next to it that said main offices.
"Who was those two, and what happened to Quasimodo?" Dante asked.
"The boy is Brandon Vickton, who your son layed out this morning," Trish responded, a small pang of pain stabbed her heart when she said son, "And I believe that the yelling man was his father."
"Huh, so the kid kicked his ass?" Trish nodded, "How good of a job did he do?"
"He punched him in the throat, and then slammed him into the ground on his back. The fight itself wasn't messy and was over quicker than it had started." Trish confirmed.
"Heh, sounds like how Vergil used to take care of business back when we were younger." Dante said, sighing in remanisance.
"Yes, the boy does have that kind of air about him, but-" Trish paused, trying to think of a way to describe Chris from the small amount of time she spent with him.
"But what, was he more phsycopathic than him, cause if so I'm gonna call Vergil up here to talk to him." Dante said, a bit jokingly, but seriousness in his voice. It was kind of hard to imagine someone who was worse than his older brother.
"No, actually he was quite pleasant, very nice and polite, cheerful is the kinda word that might describe him best." Trish said in contemplation.
"Cheery, that doesn't sound anything like me, or Vergil for that matter. Maybe they aren't mine." Dante winced at the look that his lover sent him, it said 'Don't even dare try to weasel out of this or I'll castrate you.'
Sighing, Trish stood up and gathered her things, "I have to go prepare for class, but none the less, we are going to investigate them, no matter what doubts you might have." She fixed a hard glance at him and left.
Dante sighed in exhaustion, he didn't know what had come over his lover lately, but she was right. 'Hell everyone's right, if they are mine I need to stop being a bastard and at least try to act like a father." He thought as he kicked his feet up and leaned back into his chair. To bad he didn't know one thing about being a parent.
Back to Principal Radcliffe's office-
"I want them both arrested, and charges brought up against them both for what they did to my son." The man in the blue suit, Mr. Vickton, bellowed angrily, slamming fist on Radcliffe's desk. RoRa started to growl deeply at the annoying human that was threatening her master and charges. She took a menacing step towards him, causing Andrew Vickton to back off, fear coming across his face. "And I want this damn dog put down, what the hell kind of school are you running Radcliffe, allowing mutts in."
Chris and Marlo let loose growls that matched RoRa's in pitch. They both reached down and pet the angered wolf to calm her down.
"She's a wolf!" Radcliffe, Chris and Marlo stated solidly in unison. All were giving the elder Vickton looks that he deserved, while the junior Vickton sat in a chair, mewling in fear and pain.
"Why would you want me arrested, Chris was the one who wiped the floor with Brandon-"
"And besides, I am legally able to bring RoRa into school due to my disability." Chris stated, still petting the wolf's fur, who was looking at Andrew as if he was a juicy steak.
"There is no way in hell that a wolf can be a-"
"Enough!" Radcliffe bellowed aloud, causing the elder Vickton to stop mid protest. "Mr. Vickton, I will not tolerate cursing in my office, in front of me, it is disrespectful." Andrew mumbled an apology, "And on the matter of RoRa, as long as she doesn't harm any of the students, has all her shots AND meets all protocols that governs helper animals for people of disability she is allowed in the school." Plus, when you know the super intendent on a first name basis, it helps get you favors.
The twins and RoRa let out a snicker of amusement, not even stopping when Radcliffe nailed them all with a hard gaze.
"And as for the matter of the fight that your son instigated-"
"My son would never start a fight, these punks were the one who started it. Right Brandon, tell him how he hit you first." The elder Vickton turned to his son, only to find him staring in fear at the twins and the wolf, all of whom were giving him 'I dare you' looks.
Brandon mummered something unintelligible and darted glanced at the twins to his father.
"What was that?" Radcliffe asked
"Th… they attacked me." Brandon replied quietly.
"You heard him, I want charges pressed on both of them, they attacked my boy."
"If we're calling the cops, ask for O'Conner and Kraten," Marlo said.
"And I will also press charges against Brandon for attempted assault." Chris chimed in.
"What did you s-" Vickton was once against silenced by an annoyed Radcliffe.
"We won't be calling the police." The principal stated.
"But the-"
"We do not involve the police in matters like these." Radcliffe interrupted him again, stating it strongly.
"That is ludicrous, where we used to go, anyone in a fight was taken off campus in cuffs." Vickton responded, his face going purple with rage. It only made his weaselly face look even more weaselly.
"If that were the case, then Chris AND Brandon would be arrested, not me." Marlo threw in, a smirk in place.
Vickton spluttered to say something but couldn't.
"Besides," Radcliffe added, pulling a big smart phone from his breast pocket, "I have found proof that it was YOUR son that started the fight, not Chris." And with that he pressed the glass on his phone, turned it to the senior Vickton, who watched his son charge Chris, then ending up on the ground.
"So, I think we have settled this matter." Radcliffe stated, "I think that 2 days suspension for Brandon will suffice."
"We… I am not done with this, you'll be hearing from my lawyer." Vickton yelled, then exited the office dragging his son along.
"Yeah, and you'll be hearing from my boot as I stick it up your ass!" Marlo yelled after him.
"Langa- oh screw it." Radcliffe says throwing his hands up in the air with defeat. Marlo just smirked as Chris rolled his eyes and sighed.
"So Randall, same time next week?" Chris asked, getting up.
"Yeah, sure whatever," Radcliffe replied with a wave dismissing them. "Wait I almost forgot." He said, then produced a slip of paper with an address on it from his pocket.
"Coach Tomlin agreed to our rates I take it." Chris said observantly as he took the card.
"Yes, here is the address, and he said that he and his family will be out to dinner, so you three won't have any problems with people coming around." Radcliffe responded, then added "They live out in a more secluded part of town, so they don't have many neighbors."
"Okay, tell him to bring about 250 dollars tomorrow, will take the actual amount tomorrow." Marlo said, "See ya later Randall, and say hi to Shelby and Mina for me." She added with a salute as she walked out the door.
"Will do." Was his response as he shut the door behind them, then sat down in his chair and let out a very big sigh. "I just love my job."
2nd period in Dante's class-
"Okay you guys, sit down and shut up as I call roll." Dante announced, making everyone in the room turn around and look at him. Some of the girls openly gaped, while others twirled their hair seductively. "Heh, still got it."
Suddenly the door opened, and in walked in the twins and RoRa, nearly startling everyone except Dante, who just watched them interestingly.
"Sorry we're late." Chris said sheepishly, pulling a pink slip from his pocket then walked to Dante, arm outstretched. Dante took the note and tossed it behind him, it landed in the trashcan underneath his desk.
"What's with the mutt?" Dante asked eyeing RoRa, who was sniffing the air, the same strange smell in the air as around Trish.
"She's my seeing 'eye' wolf." Was Chris's reply, then reached down and petted her head.
"Huh, first time see one like her." Dante remarked, then reached down to pet her.
RoRa nipped his hand, hard enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin. Practically everyone gasped at the action, except Dante and the twins. Dante just chuckled and pulled slightly on his hand, RoRa let go easily though she was surprised at his reaction but liked it. Chris and Marlo had the same feeling about him, he seemed interesting, but something about the man in front of them sent a weird feeling up their spines.
Dante once again reached for RoRa to pet her, she let him this time, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her head.
"Wow, usually people aren't that stupid enough to pet her a first time let alone a second time." Marlo said impressed. "I guess you failed school a couple of times, right?"
"Huh, is that anyway to talk to your teacher?" Dante replied, Trish was right, she is a little smart ass.
"How do we know you're even a substitute teacher?" Marlo countered, "You could be just some old pervert looking for some slut to nail." A few girls in the class let out a 'hey!' Chris and RoRa just snicker at this, as well as a few other people in the class.
"Ow," Dante says mockingly, putting his hand over his heart, "Watch what you say kid, don't you know that words can hurt, besides I aint that old."
Marlo just scoffs at him, "Yeah right, how old are you, I say 38, no wait, 46"
Dante started to get a little annoyed at this, he was 36 dammit. Marlo started to say something, but Chris elbowed her in the ribs to shut her up.
"Sorry, she can be a little annoying."
"Hey, I resent that, I am more than a 'little' annoying." Marlo protested, earning a chuckle from Dante. Yep he liked her, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have her as a daughter. Wait no he did not just think that, but Trish did say that he would have to get used to the idea. Letting out a sigh he banged his foot on the desk he was leaning on, grabbing the bickering twins attention.
"Yeah yeah, just get to your seats, I got to start class anyway." Dante said, waving them away.
The twins shrugged their shoulders and did what they were told, though Marlo stuck her tongue out at Dante, which he returned.
Class procedded like this for the next hour, Chris and RoRa found it amusing to listen to the banter between Dante and Marlo, and watching some of the more promiscuous girls tried to grab the mans attention, openly laughing at one girl who bent over showing off her ass through her mini skirt to pick something up that she had purpousfully dropped. Dante had kept his cool and just said that she had nice dimples, which led to everyone breaking out into laughter and the girl to blush and stare angrirly at the substitute.
When the dismissal bell rang, Chris and Marlo where actually sad to leave, there was something about the man that made them felt at home, or at least some kind of connection that they couldn't place. The feeling was mutual for Dante, in the short time he had meet the kids, he actually felt a connection to them. He saw both Vergil and himself in them, though more of him, Chris was definitely easier to get along with than Vergil any day of the week.
Letting out a sigh, Dante eyed the flow of kids that were coming in through the door.
"This is going to be a long day." He remarked to no one but himself.
Lunch -
The twins and RoRa where making their way towards the lunchroom, both were discussing the new teacher's that had recently joined. They had just come from Trish's class, and it was interesting, Chris found her delightful and enjoyed matching wits with her about history and life as it would apply itself to today's culture. Marlo on the other hand, had found her to be a little uptight and to motherly, though she unadmittedly enjoyed talking to her.
"So what do you think about them?" Chris asked his elder sister, who was walking with her hands tucked behind her head, holding her arms up.
"I like that Dante guy, he was fun to screw with, but Trish was kind of a bitch." Marlo said boredly, though truthfully she was thinking of the weird homely feeling that she got from both of the teachers. It felt weird at how at ease they felt around them.
"Trish wasn't a bitch," Chris replied sternly, giving his sister a flat look, "She was really interesting, and your right about Dante, though not the screwing part."
"Aww, seems someone has a little man crush." Marlo said mockingly, then felt an ashen taste in her mouth for saying it, then she shuddered. "What the hell was that?" she thought.
"Oh god that just sounds sick, why do I feel like puking now?" Chris groaned, shaking his head and shivering.
"I don't know, but I fe… wait do you smell that?" Marlo asked, her nose visibly sniffing the air, then she let out a feral growl. "I smell PIZZA." She stated, then started to run towards the smell.
Chris and RoRa just looked at each other, both groaned inwardly. No one came in between Marlo and pizza, even if it was the school shitty excuse for the food. They both sighed and ran to catch up with her, waiting for the screams to come.
They found Marlo in the lunch line, bouncing on the balls of her feet, she was eyeing the pizza, or better description, eye raping it. Everyone who was familiar with the female twin knew not to screw with her when she smelt, saw or heard the word pizza. Luckily enough everyone that was in front of her are familiar with her. The lunch lady filled up a to-go tray with four slices of pizza and passed it down the lunch line, all of the kids in front of Marlo handed the tray back to her. When she got it, she let a very loud thank you, then went straight to the cashier, a collective sigh was heard as she made her way.
A few minutes later, Chris and RoRa joined the other twin, Chris holding two trays. Marlo was eating at a leisurely pace, though a slightly sour look was on her face.
"phis pwizza twaste wike swit." Marlo said, her mouth full. Translation "this pizza taste like shit."
"We go over this every time they serve it, you should be used to it." Chris said as he then bit into his own slice, RoRa was halfway done with hers, as she sat on the floor.
"I can't help it and you know it." Marlo replied, and Chris let out a sigh at this. He knew it, his sister loved pizza to death, unfortunately their foster parents only ordered it twice a month, each time with mushrooms and olives. Marlo hated the pizza they ordered, and made Chris pick off any of the accursed veggies on it. Chris did it to keep Marlo from bitching, though he hated them both to.
"Hey guys." A female voice said, drawing the trio's attentions to it. The girl wore a burnt orange hoodie, a Black Veil Brides t-shirt, and ripped black skinny jeans, along with red converse sneakers.
"Hey Carey, whats up?" Marlo asked, eyeing her warily. Carey had given them a job two months ago, and was the only person who was paying them off through installments, the reason being that the job had cost around 1200 bucks. She usually gave them their payments after school, so this was weird.
"I just came over to give you the last installment, oh and to say Thanks for beating the shit out of Brandon." Carey said, giving Chris a big smile, then handing them a roll of twenties. "Aww, so that's the real motive." Marlo thought as she took the money roll. Carey had been flirting with Chris for a while now, knowing that he was in fact gay, hoping bi. Chris was oblivious to this and treated her the way he treated everyone who came up to them nicely. Marlo still couldn't help but laugh at how often this happened to her little brother, and teased him relentlessly about it.
After a minute or so of chatting, all the while Carey was sending Chris looks that only Marlo understood for what they really were. Carey left, going back to her friends, some of whom where giggling as she sat down.
"Wow, you're a man whore." She stated, taking a bite on the last slice of the crap that was being passed as pizza.
"What?" Chris asked, confusion on his face as he eyed his sister.
"You heard me 'ladies' man." Marlo replied, RoRa let out a noise that sounded like a snicker. Both of the male twins female counterparts eyed the boy with amused looks.
Realization dawned on Chris's face at what his sister was implying, "Aw, crap not again." he mumbled face palming.
"Heh, seems someone know his way around the ladies." A familiar male voice said with a chuckle.
The twins looked up in surprise to see the two substitute teachers that they had, not 10 minutes ago, were discussing about. Dante had a Papa John's pizza box in hand, Trish had a couple of cups and a liter of pepsi. Marlo eyed the pizza box with feral eyes, she moved on to stare at Dante, a look that she reserved for demons who pissed her off.
"Do you mind if we sit here?" Trish asked, she figured that since they were Dante's children that pizza as a peace offering would let their guards down.
"That depends," Marlo said, a distrusting look on her face, "Will you share that pizza?"
Trish just smirked, hook, line and sinker. "Yes, you can."
"Just don't take my last slice." Dante warned sternly, giving Marlo an evil eye. He could tell she was a major addict like he was, so there was bound to be a war over who got the last slice.
"Whatever, just anything to get this taste of shit outta my mouth." Marlo replied, dismissing the comment with a wave of her hand. "There better not be Mushrooms and olives on that thing." She warned them though.
Dante and Trish shared a smile as they took a seat, Dante opened the box and immediately he and Marlo were in a fight for the bigger slice. Trish, Chris and RoRa exchanged a look, then sighed as they tried to get their own pieces, well Chris grabbing extra for RoRa.
"So, kid I saw that girl that was eyeing you, seems someone is quite the player." Dante smirked at Chris, giving him a slap on the back. Marlo let out a bark of laughter that soon turned into a choking gag as the pepperoni she was chewing clogged her throat. Trish handed her a cup full of pepsi and Marlo soon washed it down.
Chris was blushing lightly, he hated it when he got caught in situations like this. Trish was puzzled at his and his sister's reaction, Dante on the other hand went on to tell him about what a player he used to be. "Note to self, shoot Dante later and call up all of his former 'Partners'" Trish though bitterly.
Trish continued to study Chris and Marlo as Dante went on about how to affectively attract the opposite sex. Chris had started to shake his head and answer 'hnn' to whatever Dante said as he ate his pizza. Marlo on the other hand, had more choking episodes as Dante went on, she kept have a knowing sneer on her face, and was laughing silently as the subject continued. Realization dawned on Trish at what Marlo was laughing about when Chris answered that he wasn't interested in anyone at the moment, a look of discomfort on his face.
The bell rang to dismiss lunch went on in the background as Trish stared at Marlo with her mouth forming an 'O'. Marlo caught this and shook her head yes, RoRa mimicking it. Marlo quickly took the last slice of pizza as she stood up to throw away her trash.
"Thanks for the pizza Trish, Old MAN," Marlo said over her shoulder.
"Hey, I ain't old, and wait you took the last slice dammit." Dante shouted. Trish, Chris and RoRa looked at each other and grimaced as Marlo wolfed down the last slice and was now running away from Dante who was shouting at her.
"Thanks for the food Trish, we enjoyed it." Chris said, a small look of discomfort still on his face. RoRa stood up with Trish.
"No problem, oh and sorry about Dante, he can never really tell when to shut up." Trish replied with a knowing look, putting her arm on the boys shoulder. Chris looked up at her and realized that she knew, and smiled slightly at her.
"It's fine, most guys can't really tell, besides it felt kinda nice to listen to him tell stories." The look on Chris's face told Trish that he meant what he said. Trish mentally thought that this could be a indicator that he was actually Dante's son.
"Anyways thanks for the food, got to go." With that Chris and RoRa ran off towards Marlo and Dante, then dragged her to class, both giving the two demon hunters waves and smiles. RoRa looked at them with a suspicious look, weird seeing it on a wolf.
"So, that was fun." Dante said nonchalantly, he had a red mark on his face from where Marlo had bitch slapped him when he tried to tackle her for the last slice.
"Yes it was, I learned plenty from it." Trish replied with a knowing smirk.
"Yeah and what's that?"
"You really couldn't tell could you?" Trish asked, giving her lover a 'are you blind' look.
"Tell what, that the kid has his old mans charm." Dante bragged, obviously missing the look of annoyance on the blondes face.
"So now it's 'his old man', hmm?" Trish asked, "Seems someone has come to terms with late parenthood."
Dante let out a snort, "Let's face it, they're my kids, I know that until we get real proof that there still is a chance, but come on look at them." Dante then looked at the clock, "Got to go babe, got to keep the brats from setting fire to the school." He then gave Trish a kiss and ran off.
Trish let out a sigh, then a wide smile came on her face. She walked slowly to her class and pulled out her cell phone, she typed in a number she knew by heart. After a few rings the phone was picked up, in the background gunshots could be heard, as well as the inhuman cries of pain.
"What is it Trish, kinda in the middle of something here." Lady said, followed by more shots and cries of pain.
"You'll never guess what I have to tell you." Trish replied ignoring the sound of annoyance in Lady's voice. She couldn't help but giggle slightly at the image in her mind of Lady's face at the news.
"Well could you hurry up." Lady retorted, then a loud boom, "Okay, they're dead so spill it."
"Is it just you, or is Vergil or Nero with you?" Trish asked, she didn't want the other two half-devils knowing, she didn't really know how'd they take the news.
"No, it just me," Lady said annoyed, "You guys choose the right time to leave you know." The sentence with lined with so much sarcasm it could cut someone. "Every demon from here to Fortuna decided to come out of the wood works, so were working by ourselves, and overtime, I know this is a big deal, but you and Dante owe me for this, big time."
"Are you done yet?" Trish replied with a tone that said she couldn't care less. Lady let out a growl, then a few more gunshots rang out, followed by the dying cry of a demon.
"YES, know get on with it."
"Dante's son Chris well he's-"
"He's what, what happened, is he dead?" Lady interrupted, panic sounded in her voice, along with annoyance. She knew that this might devastate both Dante and Trish, but she would be annoyed if they had wasted all that money and time on it.
"Will you just listen without interrupting me." Trish said, getting a little angry at her best friend.
"… Fine." Lady growled back.
"No, he's not dead, he's-" Trish started giggling before she could say it, the image of Lady's reaction of shock and disbelieve still in her mind.
"He's what?" Lady practically shrieked.
"He's gay." Trish said after clearing her throat.
"….."
"Lady, are you alright?" Trish said with humor, but a twinge of concern was in it. Suddenly a cry of was heard, then another lound boom.
"Lady, are you okay?"
"HE'S WHAT?"