As the bell rings, a man walks through the door. He's average height for a man of his age, if not taller. Dante leaned up from his desk, withdrawing the magazine that rested on his face and placing it on his desk, aside from that he paid very little effort to changing his demeanor to suit a more professional mold. Elegant and composed was something that Dante was not. Vergil, eat your heart out. (1)
"Devil May Cry, what's your business?" He asked, yawning. The man approached his desk and pulled out his ID, sliding the article across the desk in the line of Dante's sight.
"Leon Kennedy, I'm the partner assigned to a case with you." Dante observed the man attentively, his hand thoughtfully on his chin. He then spoke.
"You look more than anything. At least, to me you do." The hybrid grinned at his own bad pop-culture reference, expecting at least a chuckle out of the kid, who only rolled his eyes in return, a heavy sigh on his lips.
"So I get the quiet one? What a joy."
"Alright then, let's lay down some ground rules. One, don't touch my Pizza. Two, Don't expect much. And three, don't get yourself killed." The agent has already prepared for a comeback, but it seemed Dante knew it was coming. So he makes a gesture to silence him.
"You believe in demons?"
"Not really. But you have to keep an open mind to the unknown when you're swept into a job like this."
"Well, you're in for a tale. Genetics, gotta love em'. I'm not so human myself, let's just say it's on more of the supernatural side. Don't worry, it ain't 'Science Gone Wrong' with me."
"What else should I know?"
"Name's Dante. Cases come when the phone rings. You'll see two ladies visit periodically. Their names are Lady and Trish, both are my aids on the case, and finding said cases. Although Lady is more of my loan shark, I owe her a shit ton of mon—"
"When do we head out?" Leon cuts Dante off, sounding a bit more impatient than he would've liked.
"When we get the call." He flicked a page of the magazine. Silence rang, until the hunter bothered to break it.
"I've got a question for you."
The agent lifts his chin, urging the male to go on and ask.
"You sure you can handle it? Being my partner?" This was bait, an obvious attempt to coax some sort of emotion out of Leon. He could tell that the agent was the kind of person to get under the skin before he'd open to anyone for some form of pseudo-acquaintanceship. Good. Friendship was a long way from what the hybrid wished to establish with anyone. He's real picky about people, picky about anything.
"I could, and if I couldn't, I'd make the adjustment."
"Not afraid of the creepy crawlies that go bump in the night?"
"I've had my fair share of it, don't give me that bullshit." The half demon cocked an eyebrow. Now it was his turn to urge the man to go on, elaborate.
"Tell me about it, then." Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Ever heard of Raccoon City?"
"Nah, what's up with it?"
"Think 'Science Gone Wrong', now think zombies when that phrase comes to mind. Now think of what our Government would do to cover up threats like that if it were on a mass city scale. Only 3 people made it out, I'm one of them."
"And you survived that?
"Yeah, not on my own though." Dante actually looked surprised. Yeah, he knew humans were fragile. But the resolve some of them had, it was kind of comforting. He wouldn't go into why, but it was.
"How old are you?" He asks, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His playful demeanor is back up, and he still wants to see how this guy reacts to him.
Leon gives him a look of warning, pursing his lips before he replies hesitantly, a strange trait from the usually stoic man.
"23."
Dante only lets out a chuckle.
"You're real young, for a survivor. Try to keep up, kid."
The phone rings.
The phrase "Eat Your Heart Out" could mean "Screw you, you hurt me worse than anyone could. Fuck off.", so I used it in reference to his brother.