To Diavolo's surprise, raising a child is easy. At least, it is when you and the child both have the same super power. It does however, get substantially harder when a second child gets added to the equation, especially when you and the first child don't want the second child.

Y/n grew to love his little sister over time, but Diavolo was a different story. The two often spend time bonding, leaving Trish with her mother.

"Hey dad?" Y/n asked, causing the pink haired man to look at his son. "What is it?" He asked the boy.

"Can Trish see it too?" Y/n asked his father. The 'it' he refers to, being the skipped time his father controls, and the future itself. "No, she can't. I doubt she ever will. I think we're two of a kind, son." Diavolo told the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"But why are we the only ones? The world looks so beautiful when it's like that, why are we the only ones who can see it?" The boy questioned. "Because, fate chose us for whatever reason it wanted. It is a shame none can see it, but isn't it also nice that only we were deemed good enough to?" His father asked.

"I guess..." The boy responded hesitantly. Diavolo chuckled, and looked at his son. "I want to show you somsthing. Tell your mother we're headed out for a while." Diavolo told him. Y/n nodded, and ran inside. He came back out moments later, and the two got into the car.

They drove for a short while, until Diavolo parked the car in front of the entrance. He skipped time, and brought his son inside the building with him. The boy looked around the large building in wonder.

"Woah, this place is huge! Who does it belong to?" He asked. "Us." Diavolo responded. "Maybe even you, some day. I brought you here to show you the kind of fortune our ability can bring to us and the others. However, it's also important to keep in mind that no matter how much good something can bring, it can bring just as much evil with it. The reason I never go out, is so nobody knows who I am." Diavolo explained.

"Why can't anyone know dad?" Y/n asked, still looking around. "Simple, my son. There are many that want to hurt me, just so they can get what we have. Humans are greedy, but we stand users can be better." Diavolo told his son, an expression of pride present.

"I understand dad. We'll make the world better, right?" Y/n asked. "If not for others, then at least for ourselves." Diavolo answered.

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My alarm rang, and I sat up with a groan. I turned it off, and put on some clothes. I had a nice breakfast, and got in my car. My phone rang after a while, showing a blocked number. I picked up the phone, and none other than dad spoke.

"Son, how do you feel about doing....a special project, for me?" Diavolo asked.

"I'd love to, boss." Y/n answered.