Whew, two chapters in one day! My fingers hurt, but the dopamine feel great in my brain holes.
Btw, I will be deleting the three updates. You guys okay with that?
In response to tenimyuohtori: Well shit, I Haven't even seen that taunt yet! The romance won't be too sappy, I promise. Hey, we'll see if they manage to annoy Vergil more than Dante already does. Heh, ironic huh? Trish just got shocked despite her use of lighting. Hehe.
In response to PheonixQueen15: Nevan liked the attention. Plus Nero needed something to do, right? I used to hate cliffhangers, until I realised how useful they are.
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Vergil and Dante scanned the bank like hawks as they entered, looking for anyone suspicious or demonic in nature.
"Do you think you can restrain your anger long enough for me to ask some questions?"
Vergil asked, his icy blue eyes staring holes in more than one person. Dante's face remained dark and serious. It was clear that the devil hunter had long since lost his patience.
"Depends, Vergil. How long will it take if I use Ebony and Ivory instead of words?"
Vergil sent a glare towards his brother, who returned it from the corner of his eye.
"Foolishness, Dante. That will only get us arrested. We won't get any leads from behind bars."
Dante made a sound filled with disgust before moving forward, his hands jammed in his pockets. Vergil followed, keeping a solid grip on the bag of groceries and paint that they had bought from Wal-Mart.
Dante approached an empty accountance slot, leaning on the small section of table in front of the bullet proof glass window.
The accountant looked up from her computer with a smile, and maintained it despite the silently raging man before her.
"What can I help you with today sir?"
"Name's Dante Sparda. I have reason to believe somebody has been taking money from my account without my knowing."
The woman lost her smile, replacing it with a look of slight disbelief and confusion. Her eyebrows knitted together before she began to type away at her computer.
"What was your name?"
"Dante Sparda."
The woman tapped away at the keyboard before leaning closer to the screen. She nodded before looking back at Dante.
"I pulled your records, and it looks like you're right. Your I.D matches with your face, but somebody else has been coming in and taking money from your account."
Dante gripped his side of the table hard, and Vergil heard the cracking of the marble under Dante's grip.
The dark twin stepped forward, quickly dislodging his brother's hands from the table under the guise of having a question.
"Pray tell, how can you confirm that it was someone else?"
The woman looked Vergil in the eyes, unflinching under the gaze of the older half devil. Dante silently boiled to the side, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles popped under the pressure.
"We have a network of microscopic cameras installed behind our desks, which take pictures of the people who draw out money from the accounts. It was a solution that the police department set up to catch people who commit fraud."
Vergil nodded. It was a remarkable technique, and the criminals would be none the wiser to their mistake.
"What did the man look like?"
The woman turned her computer screen, showing a man in his late fifties with ragged clothing and a medical mask.
Dante took in the look of the man and saved it to his memory, with Vergil doing the same. The woman turned her computer screen back when they were done.
Dante leaned back onto the counter.
"Thanks miss. I won't forget this."
"Of course. Do you want me to get the police department to investigate?"
Dante was about to say no, but Vergil tapped him on the shoulder. The woman listened closely as well, trying to hear what the older half devil said.
"Wait. If we allow the police to investigate, we will catch the perpetrator. It will be handled discretely as well, rather than ending in bloodshed."
Dante opened his mouth to argue, but the woman cut him off.
"It's true, Mister Dante. The person will be caught and sentenced accordingly, and you will be compensated for the money you lost."
Dante ran through the outcome for both options in his head. Be preferred his version, where he punished the man, as it was more appealing to the raging devil within him. The other option was also favorable, as his way wouldn't guarantee the return of his money.
Dante sighed.
"Fine. Call the police and let's get this over with."
Vergil felt a small amount of surprise at Dante's answer, as he expected him to simply refuse help and leave to murder the criminal without hesitation.
The woman nodded before turning in her chair and lifting the phone on her desk. She punched a number in before waiting. Dante and Vergil waited as well, with Dante leaning back first on their side of the table and Vergil setting down the groceries on said table.
"Yes, officer Jhones? We have a situation."
-Transition-
Dante didn't mind the cops, but he hated being questioned without knowing the answers himself.
"How did you discover that you being stolen from?"
"I didn't, at first. It was my brother who pointed it out to me. If I'd known, it wouldn't have lasted so long."
The officer, whose nametag read 'Dt. Miles Jhones', nodded before flipping the small notepad he held closed.
"Alright, lets head back."
Jhones said, leading Dante back to the small couch and chair set to the side of the bank. Vergil sat quietly with the woman, who also volunteered to help.
The woman, named Charlotte, felt inclined to help. She had explained that she had become an accountant in an attempt to prevent what happened to her father, who was locked away for fraud and released after it was dicovered that he was innocent.
Dante sat down next to his brother, who glanced at him with an icy look. Dante returned it with a raging glance of his own.
Detective Jhones sat in the chair next to the sofa, flipping through the notepad and checking things.
"Alright, now that we know what this guy looks like, we will station a few officers trained to look for him around for a few months, see if he turns up. In the meantime, we will keep you updated om any changes to your bank account outside of the building."
Dante nodded. His option was suddenly much more appealing again. It wasn't his style to let others handle his battles for him.
"Dante, you may return to your home and we will call when and if we find the culprit. Have a good day, Mr. Sparda."
That felt weird. He never thought that he would be called by his old man's name, let alone with a 'Mister' in front of it. Sure, he had heard his father called the same thing during his childhood, but it was strange to be the one on the receiving end of the phrase.
Dant nodded and adjusted the strap to the guitar case Rebellion hid in. He didn't know how, but the metal detectors hadn't gone off in response to the weapon.
He stood, shaking hands with Detective Jhones before leaving with Vergil close behind.
As they walked out of the doors, Vergil eyed Dante.
"What, Vergil?"
"Nothing, dear brother. I just expected you to be more... Abrasive."
"And what, get arrested and lose more money getting Lady or Nero to bail me out?"
"Mm-hm. It seems you have a brain in that thick skull of yours."
"Verge, if we weren't in public I'd put a bullet between your eyes for that."