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Dad	By : Ash_Gray_Kitsune Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nero sat across from his father, smirking a little, and lounged in the booth seat, mimicking a pose Dante himself would have chosen when he was his brat's age. He was a handsome devil, and he knew it, flashing grins at the girls who'd come to watch him and ruffling his already messy silver hair. Clad in a long blue leather trench over a red hoodie, and of course, a pair of tight leather pants, he cut a dashing figure in the pizzeria's humble interior, and earned himself a simple raised eyebrow from the older demon-hunter across the table.
"And to think I taught you humility..." The teenager snickered, his glowing devil hand waving a little for his appreciative audience.
"Some lessons just don't stick, old man." He drawled, examining the claws in his hand before dragging them lightly down his face and across his lips, eliciting more than a few sighs of appreciation. Dante simply rolled his eyes and sat back, draping both arms over the upper ledge where both Trish and Lady were watching, both of them amused.
"See what I have to deal with? No respect from kids these days, I tell ya..."
"Oh, let him flirt, Daddy-O; it's not everyday you turn sixteen." Lady replied, her eyes soft as she watched her adopted nephew wow his crowd. For his birthday, Nero had asked that his family gather at Zatolli's...and that he and his father could have an eating contest. Tensions had been building between them for a little while now, ever since Dante took Nero out on the first of his missions, and Nero felt that a day of pizza would sweeten his father's temper far more than anything else. And Dante had to admit, he was right, because from the moment he'd offered that as a solution, the older demon-hunter had been looking forward to it.
Part of the tension was his fault, anyway; he hadn't expected Nero to do so well...well enough that he could have put his old man out of business. And that was something that Dante hadn't realized he didn't want to happen. I've been doing this for so long...I'm just jealous. Jealous of a kid I trained, I fought with, and I raised to do the job. How stupid is that? And he knows it. Ah, hell, he's a smart cookie; he probably guessed it from the moment I realized he had the potential to be better than me. And instead of proving me right...he yanked the rug out from under me and proved me wrong. I owe him that much. He smiled a little, and nodded to her, grinning a little when Trish gave him The Look.
It generally said watch your mouth, or my foot breaks your teeth again, and Dante just gave her a salute. As if he'd make a scene at his own kid's birthday party...and especially when said kid was paying for the pizza! Speaking of which, Papa Tonno was wheeling the birthday pie out, and Nero's friends and admirers backed away long enough for the large man to lever the pizza onto the table with a loud thud. It was as round as the table itself, and as Papa sliced and diced it up into those familiar triangles, Nero leaned forward, eyes glinting.
"Alright, old man, here's the deal; whichever one of us can eat the most pizza in ten minutes WITHOUT puking gets bragging rights till I turn eighteen. Deal?" Dante just smirked and met him, elbows resting on the table as his own eyes narrowed.
"Deal." Trish and Lady both groaned, and brought out the trash cans they'd been hiding, setting one next to Nero's seat, and one next to Dante's. Rather than letting the boys single out a girl to judge, Trish remained standing, one hand holding a small stopwatch, the other a flag, and Lady opened a window, her smallest pistol pointed up in the air. It wasn't loaded...or so Dante hoped, and as both demon-hunters readied themselves, she fired.
Dante's first slice was halfway down his throat before he bit off, and Nero wasn't far behind, both of them scarfing like they'd been starving for months. One was followed by two, then three, then seven as Dante used both his ability to inhale anything and a little tactful deep-throating to plow through his half. Nero seemed to be struggling a bit, and his father had to smirk; rather than just letting it slide down his throat, he was chewing as quickly as he could and swallowing, and he was only on his fifth.
By Dante's tenth slice, though, he was feeling more than a little ill, and he was eating far slower, supporting himself on the table. Nero wasn't much better, and the shade of green he was turning wasn't helping his father out in the least. But it was Lady's sudden idea to start seeing how much grease was actually on the pie that sent the both to the trash cans, puking up everything down to their toenails at the sight of orange grease dripping from the napkin.
"Well, since neither of you made it to ten minutes...I declare it to be a draw." Came Trish's voice, and Dante gave her a weak grin as he wiped his mouth off. Nero was still green, and he just kept a clean napkin over his face, breathing very lightly. He smirked, though, as the girls all clustered around him, and the boys gave him claps on the back, and gave his father a little wave.
"So, we draw again." Dante just shrugged, and setting his trash can aside, worked his way out of the booth and offered the kid his hand up.
"No so surprising, kiddo. You're my equal; now more than ever. And when you're not so green, I'll introduce you to your other birthday present." Nero gave him a worried look for a moment as he took Dante's hand and levered himself out of the booth. "Chill, even your friends will think I'm the coolest dad around." From the snickers behind him, he figured they thought he was lying, but he motioned out the door of the restaurant, where Lady had disappeared to. As Nero made his way up to the door, he was shocked to see a gorgeous motorcycle round the corner, slimmer and sleeker than Lady's, but still a beefy bike. He gaped at the deep blue paint job, the shimmering chrome, and turned back long enough to hug his dad, then dash down to the bike, followed by his friends.
Trish came up behind Dante then, and glancing up, she hid a smile. The demon-hunter was grinning a mile a minute, and the look of pride and joy on his face was simply...wonderful.
"You're proud of him..."
"Of course I am, Trish. He's my kid."
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