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Trish's week was going well so far. She started to get used to her teacher’s unusual wardrobe, and was actually enjoying his teaching. Her dad gave her a bit more freedom and allowed her to walk to school with Mista, that was a lot of fun as they sometimes bought snacks at a convenience store along the way.
Today was different however.
You see, Trish's dad is...A bit different from other people. As in she has two dads in one body. Her dad has a split personality. It developed a while after her mother died, so she'd dealt with it for quite a few years now. But she never told any of her friends. It was always too hard to explain. Yet today she had a lot of explaining to do.
Usually in the mornings and afternoons, her dad's second persona “Doppio” was in full control. Trish took a while to get used to him showing up randomly, but she grew to love his childish nature. Evenings and late nights were for her “real” dad Diavolo. Though if Doppio ever passed out or was under stress, Diavolo would switch out and vice versa.
This morning was entirely different. Instead of waking up to the smell of sausage and pancakes, Trish awoke to the smell of burnt toast. Worried that something was going on, she begrudgingly got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Seeing her pink haired father standing by the toaster definitely surprised her.
“Dad? What are you doing up so early?”
“Oh I was busy with work so I didn't really sleep. I made toast.”
Trish looked at the burnt pile of “toast” before turning around to settle for some fruit. She sat at the table with some strawberries as her dad moved to the head of the table.
“So since I'm up I could take you to school.”
“O-oh no it's alright I've been walking.”
“What? Walking? Do you know how dangerous that is? Someone could kidnap you and hold you ransom!”
“Papa trusts me! And I don't walk alone.”
“Your papa allowed this? I'm having a talk with him later.
And what do you mean you're not alone?”
Trish's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. She didn't think her dad would take too kindly to a boy walking her to school.
“Would you believe me if I said papa walks me?”
“No.”
“Welp! I'm done with breakfast! I'll get going now!”
“Trish you're not even dressed.”
“Um... Pajama day?”
“Go get ready and I'll take you to school.”
Trish walked back to her room to shower. She spent a bit longer getting ready as she tried to think of what to tell her dad so her wouldn't take her. Since she was focused on something else, she didn't noticed the text sent to her from Mista.
*Mista-ke: hey im dropping by a lil early tday if that OK!*
=_=
Mista walked over to Trish's house after making sure all his younger siblings ate. Even if he'd only been walking there for around a week now, his feet seemed to know the path by heart as he paid more attention to his poptart.
Mista made it to the front door, ready to knock. Hoping by him arriving earlier, her dad would give him some leftover breakfast. When the door opened, he saw someone completely different.
In front of Mista was a reeeaaalllyy tall guy, way taller than her dad. He had tattoos going down both arms and really menacing eyes. They really seemed like contacts as the gave off a weird shape. He then noticed the awkward silence between the two.
“Um hello sir! Who um are you?”
“You're asking me that in my own home?”
“Ah! I'm sorry! It's just I've never seen you here before!”
“You've been here before?”
“...Is that bad?”
Diavolo leaned forward to make eye contact with Mista.
“Are you the person that's been walking my daughter?”
“D-Daughter? Oh right Trish! You're her dad? Wow if only se-”
“Don't ignore the question.”
“Ah um...Yes?”
Diavolo looked Mista once over before standing up straight once more. He moved to the side and ushered Mista inside.
“Please come in. We must speak.”
Mista felt a very dark aura that he never felt before from the house.
=_=
Trish finished her shower and began getting dressed. She thought she heard voices downstairs as she rifled through her drawers however. She hoped for the best in thinking that her papa switched back and was on the phone.
After getting her socks on, Trish walked out of her room; clearly hearing two separate voices now. She sped walked through the hall to end up in the dining room. There she saw Mista and her dad sitting at the table together.
Only when she got closer did she see that there was also a gun on the table.
“Dad!!??”
“So then you pull- oh hi Trish, you ready to go?”
“Dad why are you showing a gun to Mista!?”
“If he's going to be walking you he needs a form of protection!”
“It's OK Trish it's kinda cool.”
“Mista!!!”
The two looked at Trish as she picked up the gun, walked over to her dad's room, and threw it in.
“Can we go to school now?”
=_=
The car ride was silent. Trish could tell Mista still wasn't comfortable with her dad, even if he'd been in the SA room as him and a gun.
Diavolo drove casually, humming a little as he did. He deemed the boy to be reliable in a sense. He could tell there was more than met the eye about him. He'll test him out with Trish and see how well he does there.
“Do you guys want to listen to some music?”
“Ah yes please!”
“Yeah I bet you do.”
The car remained silent.
=_=
When Trish and Mista were finally at school and away from her dad she began to yell.
“Why did you come to my house early!? Why were you OK with my dad showing you how to use a gun!?”
“Um why didn't you tell me about your two dads?”
“...”
“Uh huh exactly. I thought we were bffs Trish wow.”
That day Mista learned of her father's split personality and how to use a gun. He didn't have a problem with either one of them and was glad that Trish trust him enough to tell him.
That day Diavolo found a test subject to see if younger teens could work well in his crime syndicate. He didn't much time to think though as he passed out, leaving a confused Doppio in an empty house.