Nero and Kyrie have a daughter. Nero leaves when his daughter turns five and now his kid is having a kid. Aria refuses to tell her mom but maybe it'll be easier to confide in someone close enough to her but who really can't judge; like the dad that left her.
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Aria
Chapter 9
While I stayed at Devil May Cry, I met my dad's other two coworker. These two coworkers were Lady and Trish, and yes they are still an item. The way I saw them, they were my Devil May Cry moms. They were always at the office, even though they didn't actually live there with Dad, Dante, and I, and when I had an issue that neither Dad nor Dante could help with (not that happened often) I'd go to them for help.
Trish is a demon but she isn't corrupted . . . or maybe . . . she isn't . . . pure? I don't know. What I'm trying to say is she's not evil. And Lady, she's human but she acts invincible.
Anyways, I figured out that Dad and Dante liked each other a while ago; as in about two days after I came to stay with them, the same day I met Trish and Lady.
I was sitting on the couch reading, Dad was making breakfast, and Dante was, I guess, trying to nap when I heard a bang at the door.
"Dante, customers." I informed the man wearing leather pants, combat boots, and a magazine on his face.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Nope." He corrected, swinging his feet off his desk and trudging toward the door. "Coworkers."
I put my book down and threw a puzzled look at the white haired demon. He opened the door just before the short, raven haired women in the too small, white button up blouse, dark mini skirt, and combat boots could hammer the door again.
"Why don't you knock a little harder next time?" Dante commented sarcastically. The brunette simple flipped up her sunglasses revealing mix-matched, blue and red eyes, hoisted her rocket launcher onto her shoulder, and walked in and, after a little "you may enter" gesture from Dante, a slightly taller woman followed in the open door. The second woman was clad in black leather, packing twin pistols, and had long blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She walked over to Dante's old pool table and started setting up a game for herself while the other lady leaned herself and her bazooka on Dante's desk, picked up a fashion magazine she'd probably left for herself, and stared flipping through it.
"So, who's Mrs. Green Lantern?" the bazooka lady asked, referencing my shirt and eyeing me out of the corner of her eye.
"Lady, Trish," Dad began, appearing from the other room in jeans and an apron that said kiss the cook, "This is Aria, my daughter."
They both nearly dropped what they were doing to gape at my father. I stood up to shake hands.
"Hi. I'm Aria." I introduced positioning myself in front of the brunette.
"Lady." She responded cautiously.
I moved on to the other girl who I assumed to be Trish. "And you must be Trish." I grinned politely, holding out my hand.
She shook it and just as politely said, "Good to meet you."
"I might take you up on that offer." Dante addressed Dad reading his apron as he walked back to his desk. Dad blushed furiously and Trish, Lady, and I exchanged deviously pleased looks. At that moment, I decided I'd like them and the next day we got to planning; that's right, planning. Lady, Trish, and I had been trying to play match maker since my third day at Devil May Cry.
Now, before I continue, I have to explain something. Going demon hunting was on a whim and getting hurt in the process certainly wasn't the plan. However, in the long run, doing so definitely helped me to bring up the point. That was the first step in our glorious plan; raise the issue. The second step was to get both men to except it, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Yes, as sad as it was, it took us six months to figure out how to present something that ended up coming in natural conversation, but that wasn't all we were doing. Not one of us was completely sure that Dad and Dante liked each other, at least not for a while. We did a lot of testing. I mean yeah, Dante did a lot of jokey flirting and, like my mom always said, often truths are said in jest, but Dante would flirt with anything with a pulse, and sure he got quite a few good blushes from Dad, but it's the easiest task on this planet to get my father to blush. We had to make sure we were right.
Now we pulled a lot of crap to accomplish the job of revealing something, but after three months, Lady came up with the plan that worked. Her plan required three things: Something fragile that Dante cared a lot about, a potential accident involving said thing, and positioning.
Material positioning was easy and, for the most part, so was people positioning so, I guess, timing was more crucial. Luckily for us though, the timing was impeccable.
Here's what we did. Trish was never much of a cook however she was to claim she'd been "practicing" and was stationed in the kitchen to make dinner. She'd leave the door open in case of any emergency. Lady loved winning stuff off Dante via gambling and, although he sucked at it, Dante always claimed to be "feeling lucky" and would take the gambling bait; it was just something they did. Lady was to challenge Dante to a wagered game of pool, which he would expect. I got my love of reading from my dad who usually read leaning against Dante's desk. He did so (luckily) like usual and we used that to our advantage. I had homework and would be doing that on the couch near the corner on the desk where Dante's already shattered picture of his mom sat. That picture would play a crucial role here.
Trish set the ball in motion.
"SHIT!" we heard her yell followed by a loud sizzling splash.
"Nose goes!" I shouted placing my index finger on my nose.
"Nose goes." My dad said, distractedly following my lead.
"Nose goes." Lady repeated also following suit. Lady and I both stared at Dante. "Dante," she drawled, "You're losing. Go help her."
Dante opened his mouth to argue but instead sighed. "Fine." He whispered begrudgingly and reluctantly left the room to help the horribly insufficient blonde.
Lady watched through the opened door, and as Dante made his way back into the room, she made her move.
"Hey Aria," she asked me, "would you be a dear and hand me that fashion magazine?"
"Yeah, sure," I answered getting up from the couch and reaching over the picture in pursuit of the magazine. I grabbed the magazine and, pulling it toward myself, I elbowed the picture frame just enough to make it almost fall. Dante saw the picture wobbling on the edge of the desk and leapt.
We got lucky. If my dad had been paying any more attention, he'd have moved and we'd have had to come up with a completely new plan. Luckily, for us however that wasn't the case.
Dante dove to save his mother's already shattered picture. At first that was all he saw. He didn't even have time to notice my dad. And Dad, well he was entrenched in that book. Dante jumped right into my dad and they both came crashing to the floor. Dad's book flew all the way to the foot of the staircase, I leapt back holding the magazine and my hands up in a sort of reactive defense, all of us had shock carved into our faces that is until Dante's face broke into an enormous smile. He caught the photo. Then, very slowly, Dante noticed something. He was lying face to face, directly on top of my father. Dad, who seemed to have been dwelling on his lost book up until this point, noticed this two. As fast, if not faster than they fell, both men were up off the ground and on complete opposite sides of the building, both blushing as uncomfortably as a couple of high school students. I looked up at Lady, a surprised grin painting both our faces and Trish burst into the room.
"What the hell was that?" she said, referring to the noise she completely saw coming.
"It was nothing. Nothing . . ." Dante mumbled rubbing the back of his neck and muttering something along the lines of "the picture, but I got it" under his breath as he past her. And although she hadn't seen what had happened, Trish shared in our pleased and excited inside look.
The picture was back where it belonged, Dad collected his book, Dante pulled Lady back into their game of pool so I put the magazine back (actually minding the picture this time) and got back to homework, and Trish got back to making one of the best meals she'd ever prepared.
The rest of the night, and the next couple of weeks in fact, went by slowly and awkwardly. Things eventually returned to normal but that wasn't the point. What was important here was that we got our data.
