#dmcweek

“I wanted sword fight with Vergil but he only force on that stupid puzzle cube that dad brought back another day!” Dante yelled.

(Y/N) flicked her eyes to the floor to see a Rubik’s cube in front of the couch, looking a bit beat up. She then flicked her eyes to Vergil, who looked confused briefly before shooting back his own defence.

“It’s not my fault that you’re too stupid to figure out how to solve it,” He snarky remarked.

The (E/H) hair girl raised an eyebrow at the pause between Dante’s accusation and Vergil’s defences. Dante was lying about what started the fight and Vergil was going along with it? The boys had never lied to her before so why were they now?

‘I’ll just have to separate them and get one of to confess,’ (Y/N) thought.

“Dante, what have you been told about annoying your brother when he’s doing something,” She told him.

“But I’m bor-!” Dante began to whine.

“You have plenty of toys and activities that you can do by yourself,” (Y/N) reminded him. “As for your punishment…” She began before Dante interrupted.

“Vergil was the one, who hit me first!” He yelled.

“That’s because you slap the Rubik’s Cube out of my hand!” Vergil yelled back.

“Boys!” (Y/N) shouted over them.

Both boys immediately stopped their arguing and just scowled to themselves.

“I don’t care how started, I’m finishing it,” She started. “As I was saying, your punishment will be Dante to stand on the naughty step for fifteen minutes,” She instructed.

Dante started to whine soon as he heard his punishment but a pointed look shut up him up. (Y/N) walked Dante over to the stairs to watch him get onto the naughty step. She then returned to the couch where she left Vergil. He had picked up his broken Rubik’s Cube. A large part of the cube had broken off.

(Y/N) walked up to the boy and crouch down in front of him.

“I have superglue in my room,” She softly told him.

The blue-eyed boy looked at her with hopefully look in his eyes. (Y/N) smiled at him before getting up. She offered a hand to the boy, which he took happily.

The two of them walked to (Y/N)’s bedroom to fix the broken toy.

Vergil placed the toys and it’s broken pieces onto (Y/N)’s table whilst she looked for the superglue in the table’s draw. Once she found the item she glued the Rubik’s Cube back together, she put a rubber band around the cube to make sure that the pieces stay in place whilst there glue dried. The whole time she was fixing it Vergil watched intently.

“All done!” She announced, putting the toy back onto the table. “All we have to do is wait for the glue to dry, so while we’re waiting for it dry could tell me what you and Dante were really fighting about?” She asked.

(Y/N) could see the eldest son of Sparda freeze up knowing that he had been caught red-handed. Vergil lowered his head in shame and embarrassment.

(Y/N) got up from her chair and kneeled in front of the young boy.

“Vergil,” She softly called to him. He didn’t look up when (Y/N) called to him. “I’ve known you and your brother since you were born. I’ve watched the two of you grow up I know your personalities,” She told. “So, tell me please tell me why you and Dante were fighting,” She politely asked.

The young woman waited as the boy slowly worked up the courage to confessed to what happened. He played with the edge of his shirt.

“Dante said ways going…” He started with a loud but quickly got quiet as he approached the truth.

“Sorry Vergil, I didn’t get that,” She told him.

There was another moment of silences before Vergil let out the truth.

“Dante said he was going to marry you!” He shouted. “But I am the eldest son so it should be my job!” He exclaimed.

What? Marry? Where was this coming from?

“What are you talking about?” She asked totally confused.

“Your father’s student so it makes sense for one us to marry you,” He explained.

“Vergil…” (Y/N) sighed. “You don’t have to do that anymore, people haven’t done that in a hundred years,” She told. “Also theirs so many other people in the world you could marry,” She told him.

“But I want to marry!” He shouted. “You’re strong and you’re nice,” He said.

“Vergil… I see you and Dante as little brothers,” She told him.

“I’ll find someone,” She told him as she cupped his cheeks then rubbing her thumb against it. (Y/N) looked at her watch. “Dante’s punishment should be done by now so let’s go and get him,” She told Vergil. “Then it’s your turn on the naughty step about ten minutes,” She told him.

To say that getting used to the whole ‘family dynamic’ thing was strange for you, Vergil, and Nero would be the same as saying that everyone around the shop was ‘slightly’ eccentric. Now, you didn’t try to force affection upon the boy or anything, but there were times (cough, cough, now) that you couldn’t help but watch him as he did something as simple as work on Red Queen. You were just so in awe of the fact that your baby boy had grown up to be this handsome young man with a genuinely good heart.

“What?” he asked, pulling your attention back to reality.

“‘What’ what?” you teased, pretending you didn’t know what he was asking about.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Is it wrong for a person to look at their son?”

“Well no, but . . .” He trailed off, clearly unable to come up with a response through his embarrassment. A tinge of red was rising up his neck.

“Would you like to know what I was thinking about?” you offered in a show of mercy.

Now, Nero’s eyes lit up. “Sure.” Clearly, he was excited by the prospect of some bonding conversation with his mother, but he was trying to seem apathetic.

“You get a little wrinkle between your eyebrows and bite your lip when you’re concentrating really hard on something. You might look like a clone of Vergil, but it’s nice to see that you took after me a little.”

He seemed to be a little speechless at that. “Uh . . . thanks . . .” There was a pause where it felt like there was more he wanted to say, so you simply waited. “Kyrie loves when she catches me doing that. I, uh, always wondered where I got it from since no one at the orphanage did that.”

“Vergil loves it too,” you confided. “Never understood why.”

A little smile graced his features, one almost identical to your own. “Thanks, Mom.”