HELLO! Man it's been a while since I posted anything for my Fanfiction. Anyway here's a oneshot that has been on my mind for a while now and I finally had the motivation to write it out. COMMENCE~!


Devil May Cry:

The "Doppleganger"

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Dante's silver hair blocked his vision as his eyes opened to that strange line. "Never in a million years.. the hell was that about..?" he thought to himself. Just then he heard the opening of his office door. He got up from his lying position on the old leather couch and looked to see who it was. It would appear that Dante had a customer. The man entering Devil May Cry seemed very jittery. He looked like the kind of person who was ridiculed for telling people some absurd story that no one would believe in and suffered alone with whatever the hell it was. "You a customer? If you're looking for a bathroom, the toilet's in the back." Said Dante. A bit of hair got in his eye so he blew upwards to his face but the lock of hair just fell down on him again. "U-um, excuse m-me, y-you the g-guy that takes o-odd j-jobs?" said the frightened man. He looked around everywhere in Dante's office despite speaking to him. Dante didn't have a care so long as the guy had a job for him and kicked the chair off the floor, sitting on it as it was brought back upright. "You can say that. Who's asking?" he said. Dante crossed his legs and let them rest on the office table toward the man." "b-but if you solve my problem I-I can p-pay you with th-this." The man then produced a piece of paper from his coat pocket and showed it to Dante. One of the demon hunter's eyebrows rose at the sight of this. It was a document showing stocks the man owned of a big company. If he did this job regardless of demon involvement, he could rack up a lot of money and pay his rent. "I'll do it." said Dante rather quickly. The man had an odd expression. It seemed to be some twisted mix between relief, shock, and something like the look you'd make after taking a bite of a delicious piece of pizza. "G-Great! GREAT!" The man became so excited out of no where and started to speak very fast. Dante could hardly keep up but made sure to remember the important parts of this job. Turns out all the guy needed was someone to guard the stuff he got some guys to move he inherited outside of the city. "Body guard duty? Too easy." The man had left after leaving some details to the job and Dante slipped on his red coat. He walked toward the door as he slid Ebony and Ivory into their back holsters next to Rebellion which hung on his back. "But what kind of company name is Ninja Theory anyway...?" The door slid open and it was time to go to work.


It was not long before Dante arrived at the address. He met the guys he was supposed to guard and watched them as they continued to load the truck full of stuff. It didn't look all that special. A few bits of furniture here, some boxes there.. but one thing stuck out from the rest. It was an old mirror that was maybe twice as big as the guys carrying it. It actually almost fell out of the two guy's hands that were carrying it into the truck. "BE CAREFUL!" shouted a man. Dante turned to the voice. Apparently his client had arrived there before he did to oversee the moving. The client spotted Dante and walked over him frantically. "OOOOHHH thank you thank you THANK YOU for taking up this job!" the man exclaimed. Dante was taken aback as the man took his hand and shook it profusely. Dante pulled his hand back in haste, rubbing it against his coat. "Y-yea.. sure." Dante has seen lots of weird stuff, but this guy took the cake. "S-so like we d-discussed earlier, you just have-" "Yea yea guard the stuff and make sure it gets to this address right?" Dante pulled out a piece of paper with the address on it and showed it to him. "Y-yes!" Again, this man seemed to be.. too excited about moving these belongings elsewhere. "We're good here! You the other guy? Hop in!" A voice was heard from the truck. "You h-heard him! G-go go!" Dante's client said. "Wait, what about my car?" Dante had thought he'd be driving along side the truck. "Just leave it here at my house." said the client, "It'll be here when you get back." Dante didn't like this and pulled out Ivory from her holster, jamming it to the guy's forehead. "It better be." he said with a stern tone pressing his beloved gun into the man's face. The client just giggled and nodded. Dante walked over to the truck and got ready to enter the passenger seat when he noticed there were no seats available. "Hey, where the hell do I sit?" Dante continued to look around the interior of the vehicle. Suddenly one of the movers grabbed Dante's coat and pulled him toward the back of the truck. "Hey, what are you doing?" He was ready to shoot a round to show them he was serious when the truck was opened and was told he'd be riding in the back with the cargo. Dante just started at their faces then looked at the truck. "You have to be kidding."