Verde Fan

Kouyou/Hisui:

They would definitely have a kid or two. I think Kouyou is the type to want family. He lost his and I think he has a part of himself that aches for that bit of normalcy. To reclaim something that was taken from him against his will. It takes him a long time to confess he wants kids to Hisui, and even longer to admit his reasons are complex and maybe even a bit twisted. There's a part of him that scares. What if he can't protect them? What if they lose him? I think the trauma that the Shimon all faced at the hands of Daemon Spade still affects them. But I think Kouyou is one of the ones that try to hide it the most.

Hisui would take time. Its not something she ever really thought about. For her its a silent realization that happens one morning when the sun hits Kouyou's slumbering face just right and she can't but yearn for more. For tiny footsteps and laughter to echo through the halls of their home. She wants to check for monsters under the bed, to clean dirty diapers, and find put how much fuller holidays feel when you have little ones to share them with. She wants to know what their children would look like. If they'd have his hair and her eyes. Or if Kouyou would have mini version of himself. Or her of herself. She's the one who brings it up first.

It takes them a while to try. They spend the majority of the year talking about it, working things through, opening up about their fears. When they do try, it happens in the first few tries. They take a few days to tell the Shimon. It feels important that they know first. They also happen to be the first among them to have a kid so the whole thing feels more emotional than it normally would. Their family is rebuilding itself, things that were lost to Daemon Spade are being found.

Chrome is next. She's Hisui's best friend so she was next. Hisui takes Chrome out for cake and spills the news when Chrome is mid bite of her strawberry short cake. Chrome is beyond thrilled to be an aunt. Even more so when Hisui asks if she'd consider being the Godmother. It feels surreal, being close enough to someone, especially after everything that's happened, to be given such an honor. She tears up just a lottle, but Chrome can't keep the smile off her face either.

Enma is asked to be the Godfather. He can't help but be shocked. The air is tense. So many things are said without Kouyou having to say them. If something happens...then its up to Enma to survive. Its up to Enma to male sure that first spark of hope stays lite. Up to him to make sure every bit of The Shimon's future is safe and secure. Enma thinks they both need therapy, but keeps the thought to himself. As the boss it was up to him anyways. But then Kouyou says, so soft that Enma sometimes wonders if he imagined it---"I want them to know kindness." Enma says nothing, but tears are in his eyes as he accepts.

Then they tell Ryohei, who's reaction is as extreme as they expected. He shouts how extremely awesome their news is and brings them in for a hug. There's talk of the child taking up boxing.

After that there's a small party, for some reason at the Sawada house. Tsuna doesn't know why it had to be his house but once he hears the news with the rest of the Vongola amd their friends he finds himself forgetting. Everyone is happy.

Nine months later, Hisui finds out her son has Shimon red eyes and her silver hair. He's perfect, better than anything she could have dreamt up. Kouyou holds him like he's made of glass, his eyes wide with awe.

His name is Aoba Midori. Named after the color of the leaves outside the hospital window. A reminder he was born in summer.

Verde/Faye

They've talked of having kids and how much they don't want them. To Faye labor sounds terrifying. And for both its...to much. The responsibility, the weight of it. They wouldn't make good parents.

The world, or rather a scientist, a nameless worshipper of Verde’s intellect, takes their choice and spits on it. Neither of them know how or when their DNA was stolen. They just know roughly thirteen years after their marriage a child who looks too much like Verde with Faye's greens eyes arrives at their door with news that shatters them.

Technically, they have tripplets. Lab grown, each looking somewhat like them. If they came from Faye's womb, they would have been identical. They would have known all their little quirks. What they liked, what they hated. They could have read them bedtime stories, hung up their god awful scribbles on the wall. Its hard not to feel like something was stolen just as much as it is to not feel violated.

The horror of the situation only gets worse. Their children are weapons, lab rats, experiments---not human. Oh god, someone made living breathing life from their DNA and didn't have the decency to treat them human beings. Its leave a bad taste in both mouths.

Worse, when those pale green eyes look up at them with hope, like they're good decent people who will do the right thing, and they don't know how to turn away.

You aren't supposed to meet your children for the first time via rescue mission. But that's what happens. Verde hacks into the systems and Faye and Chartreuse do the rest. Easy. Simple---except it isn't. Ivy, with her brown hair, and dark green eyes---so much like Verde that hurts in a way Faye never knew possible---refuses to go. She's accepted the work of the lab, embracing all their fucked up ideals and every lie they fed her.

Faye's own training kicks in. Words like obstacle and lost cause enter her mind. Self loathing crashes into her. With it a sharp pain like that of a knife lodges itself into her heart. There is no wound, but Faye knows she's bleeding and she knows it won't ever stop.

It feels like a betrayal to knock her out and leave her there. But what can she do? Kidnap the child and hope to talk her into not wanting the lab? She's strong, stupidly strong, and she fights to kill. It hurts, worse than anything Faye as ever known, but she can't save someone who doesn't want to be. And there is still the third child to save.

His name is Sage and he'd been cowering behind some of the equipment. He looks like the spitting image of Verde, but with a fire that feels distantly like his own and reminds her of Chartreuse. Perhaps she was comparing herself and Verde to these children too much. They are and aren't her's---their's.

The last forty-eight hours are been too much too soon. She needs a drink and space to think. But for now she simply asks if he'll come with them. She tells him its his choice, but omits the part where she has no clue what they'll be. Have too many years passed for them to be a family? Does she and Verde even have it in them to try?

They leave the lab quickly, silently. Abandoning one child for the sake of two. It isn't fair. Nothing about this is fair. This shouldn't have happened---another ugly thing to think. She's beginning to think her suspicions of being a bad mother were true. She's truly the terrible. Tho absolute worst.

Verde doesn't ask why she only has two children with her. They drive away in silence, toward an old Arcobaleno safe house. The kids shuffle off to bed, all of fhem wishing each other an awkward good night.

The strange feeling of failure seaps into both of them. It drives Verde to the coffee pot and Faye to the small kitchen table. In the silence of early morning Faye confesses her failings. Verde listens, quiet but attentive. He's reminded of something Skull said. A bad joke that had made him smile at the time. He had just confessed that he and Faye weren't planning to have kids. Skull had smiled like the little shit he is and mentioned something about Verde not passing on his evil gene.

Ridiculous as it is, he can't but wonder of he did. If this is his fault for being the way he is. Later, when he confesses that same thought to Reborn, the hitman frowns and tells him he's being stupid. Verde hates how comforting the words are.

In the present, he acts like he has all the answers. He tells Faye they'll get her back. That she just needs time. He pretends the thought doesn't startle him. Where does he get off, wanting something he hasn't wanted before. Perhaps its a sense of duty, now that he knows these children exist and that his and Faye's blood runs through their veins.

What do we do now?

Verde swallows thickly, hating the wounded look in Faye's eyes.

We raise them. To the best of our ability.

He really doesn't know what's gotten into him. But Faye nods, a look of relief passing over her. And with it a weight lifts off Verde.

The night ends with a promise they don't know how to keep and a resolve that burns so fiercely within them it hurts.