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Dante cursed himself, fingers curling tight around the throttle of the motorcycle in the highest gear possible.
Lady’s engine was roaring as he raced down the highway. The wind going past him almost deafening even for his ears, that was going to be a fun bit of tinnitus. That didn’t matter, he was freaking late.
The drops of demonic blood still on his jacket were literally speeding off of him, staining the cars he passed and cut through with drops of black.
“Thank god for demonic reflexes.” he thought to himself, before pausing. “wait that doesn’t sound right-“ he said to himself as swerved Lady’s motorcycle down the right exit.
“Off of exit 21 and five lights down, off of exit 21 and five lights down,” he muttered to himself, running every possible red light and nearly getting into what should of amounted to at least 15 crashes, ignoring the sounds of car horns and loud cursing like any other day of his commute.
He made his way down the road, sound of Lady’s engine violating every possible sound regulation, he had no idea what she did to boost the horsepower of her bike but it was certainly a lifesaver.
Dante skidded into the parking lot after a sharp turn, slamming his boots down onto the concrete with all of his strength. The Motorcycle Screeched to a halt into the nearest parking space, there might of been two boot sized pot holes left by his brake but he didn’t look back to check for sure.
He knew he definitely had to pay Lady back for this favor now after he treated her bike like this.
“Phew,” he let out, taking a step towards the school. After his foot stepped towards the building, he stopped hands lingering on his waist, fingers trailing down, feeling a familiar tightness in his pants.
His gloved fingers trailed over the two thick, massive bulges in his pants and he huffed in frustration.
He certainly couldn’t bring that into a school.
“Sorry girls.” he whispered as he reluctantly pulled out his two pistols ebony and ivory from his pants and into Lady’s saddlebag.
After tucking his girls in, he immediately sprinted towards the concrete building. He looked toward his right as he sped along, noticing... there weren’t that many other veichles parked.
There were maybe a handful, and he glanced up, and The sun was just peaking over some buildings in the distance. “Hm.” He paused, before taking his phone out and looking at the clock. Seven o’clock.
He really needed to take more than a one second looking at the clock after a job next time.
The more important realization then came, “I... I’m early? I’M EARLY!!!!!” He cheered, breakdancing to celebrate for himself, moon walking back and forth , ignoring the giant obvious tire tread he left fact along with two boot sized trails in the concrete, the fact he most likely had to spend hundreds of dollars for speeding tickets, the damage on Lady’s tires, and possible the warrant out for his arrest for violating every traffic law in the shortest time possible.
Not thinking of the consequences as per usual, but taking some time to adjust his hair he strolled toward the administration building.
After a proper hair adjustment, he entered the building. He sauntered his way up to the welcome desk, laying his arm in front of her and smiling charmingly at the receptionist
“I’m here for bring your parent to school day,” The poor girl gave him a look, and sighed. Why were some parents like this? The School wasn’t even open yet. “You can join the other early bird in the teachers lounge, Vergil.”
Dante blinked, surprised by his brother has even been there enough for her to remember Vergil. “I-okay.” He didn’t feel like correcting her, but it was a little insulting.
Vergil had the BLUE color scheme he was very much in the RED color scheme, if he wasn’t waiting for the little guy to be dropped off by Lady and Trish he would of said something.
The receptionist pointed out the teachers lounge and he nodded, pausing and looking at her motioning at his outfit,trying to somehow communicate he wasn’t Vergil without speaking, the obvious easy choice to do in this situation.
She looked at him like he was an idiot.
He blinked, like an idiot.
Dante soghed in defeat and headed into the teachers lounge. There were a couple of teachers, with the same vaguely dead look in their eyes hunched over steaming mugs coffee to be revived by saint caffeine as they glanced at the phones.
The obvious one out was sitting alone on the couch, eyes wide and glistening with excitement.
He also was one of the most handsome men Dante had seen in awhile. He was a blue eyed brunette with the look of a model, complete even with a butt chin. He had innocent almost puppy like smile on his face, sipping from a cup of what he had to assume was hot cocoa.
Dante looked around, all of the other areas to sit were taken, as he exhaled heading over and sitting next to the boy toy.
“Hey there, I’m Leon S Kennedy! I assume you’re another parent huh,” The boytoy, named Leon, said in a friendly excited manner, like a puppy, that was hard to not make him likable.
“I- uh, uncle.” Dante got out motioning to himself, as Leon nodded, his whole body bouncing a little as he nodded.
“That’s nice of you to volunteer your time for a family member like that mr.....” he stared at him expectantly, dante looked back at him, smirking a little as this game started.
Leon, trailing on the word mister looking at him, waiting to pressure him socially to reveal his name, and Dante, one to take an opportunity to mess around and force him to ask for his name.
Leon kept the mister trailing as long as he could maybe twenty seconds, then folded, as “Cowboy” left his lips.
Dante chuckled a little, he settled on calling him- COWBOY? THAT WAS NOWHERE NEAR THE LOOK HE WAS GOING FOR! He thought, in his leather duster, his jeans and his leather chaps. He happened to get his leather boots at a cowboy boot store, but they were on sale so that didn’t count.
“I’m not a cowboy! I’m Dante.” He retorted in a bit of anger, as Leon smirked back. Damn, Leon won. “Well what do you do Dante? Besides…. Stripping?” Leon asked cocking his head while settling into the couch and sipping what Dante could now smell was DEFINITELY hot cocoa.
Dante ignored the stripping bit, not letting that ONE summer of stripping define him.
“I’m a... detective .” He responded with a nod. Leon perked up, “Oh really? I’m part of a security liaison who works for the secret service, I was almost a cop before… anyway, I really enjoy working with this city’s police department, what do you investigate? Homicide? Vice? “ Dante paused, sweating. Really? Lady didn’t say there were specific kinds of detectives!! Demons didn’t need this much thought to deal with!
“Private Investigator,” he finally got out the first words he could think of, before Leon paused “oh I’m sorry, yeah i guess detective sounds better, but private eye makes more sense especially with your... brand,” he motioned vaguely at Dante’s outfit
“Well I... uh, yeah,” Dante exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.Dante was somewhat aware of his fashion choices, did he regret them? Not in the slightest god damn bit .
Was he trying to be nice in order to avoid any conflict before seeing the kid? Absolutely.
“What kind of cases do you work?” Leon’s voice cut through Dante’s thoughts about his fashion, and Dante’s eyes widened. What do private investigators even DO?
“Uh.. how about we just talk about your kids Leon?” he said, figuring this guy would take the bait before Leon beamed with even MORE excitement.
“Oh just the one currently, my daughter Christine who is an amazing girl..!! my wife Ada picked her name, insisted her name be Christine- But anyway she’s doing so well!! she’s in the first grade but she’s reading at a fifth grade level!! She’s been doing really well after I started reading her harry potter till she falls asleep she loves bedtime stories-“
Honestly, It was adorable, Dante couldn’t help but listen to how this man went on about how he loved his daughter so much. Talk about how him and his wife started a garden with her to help her get into vegetables and teach her about gardening and plants, their latest trip to disney world , and really just so much talking, he loved his daughter a lot.
Dante smiled a little as he listened. He was honestly happy for this guy, but as Leon went on part of his mind thought about the other dad he knew. Vergil hardly ever talked about Nero like this.
Vergil would barely ever mention a few words about his son when he caught up with Dante. Was he... No- he wasn’t one to outwardly show his affection. Dante grew up with Vergil he knew his brother was a bastard but he had moments.
He had to be better alone with his son.
All dads should have at least a fraction of affection as this male model cop talking about his daughter. Dante thought, And Nero was such a great kid. He looked up at the clock after a while, oh it was about as leon gasped, helping Dante up.
“Oh god I went on about Christina too long again- Shit-Fuck i’m not supposed to swear. What class is your...” Dante laughed, he liked Leon, he seemed like a really good guy.
“My nephew’s in Miss Jenkin’s Class.” Leon gasped “Christine’s in that class! Is your s-nephew Nero?She thinks he’s a great boy!”
Leon pulled Dante along, motioning for him to follow as they went into the hallway. Dante certainly had no idea where to go, walking next to him. He exhaled as he glanced over at him.
“Was it the -“ “yes the white hair gave it away,” Leon Retorted, Dante chuckled a little, before coming up with a group of parents and Leon waiting by the door.
The normal something looking adults gave him a few judgemental looks, and Dante felt.. nervous? No he couldn’t be nervous. He’s literally made a CAREER out of fighting DEMONS he had no reason to be nervous at all.
His heart was pounding,he breathed in shaking a little, he just had to be there for Nero. Don’t look at the adults look at the kid you’re here for. He exhaled, and the door to the classroom opened