Life at DMC (D/V/N X Reader!)

2. IOU

The streets were crowded, filled with laughter, happy faces, couples cuddling, childrens running around, street vendors and stuff. You sigh, looking frustrated as you walk staring into a letter you’re holding. Scratching the back of your head, you frowned and stopped for awhile, staring into the sky. The moon lits up the streets and you were deep in thoughts.

“What’s happening to me?” you mumbled, staring at the moon as if you’re waiting for the moon to talk back to you.

Sighing again, you lowered your gaze to the ground and took a light step when suddenly you bumped into someone’s back.

“Ouf!” You puffed and took a step back. Putting your palms onto your face, you tried to look at the person in front of you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you-” your eyes widened when you saw Dante turning around facing you.

“..there” you continued with a blank expression.

“(y/n)?” Dante stared at you, shocked.

“Dante? What are you doing here?” you asked back.

“I was about to ask you the same,” he turned his face away from you and looked at the crowd.

You turned as well following Dante’s gaze. You saw him feeling uneasy and he was thinking of something trying to avoid you.

You crossed your arms over your chest and ask suspiciously, “Did you do something stupid?”

Dante swung his head around facing you looking surprised, but he tried to hide it from you. It was quite obvious.

“No. Why’d you ask?” He raised his eyebrows for a moment.

“Because you look suspicious,” a voice was heard behind Dante’s back.

Vergil walk pass him and stood near both of you with his hands clasped behind him.

Both you and Dante glanced at each other and turned back to Vergil.

“What do you mean Vergil?” you asked. Dante got panicked. He looks like he wanted to move away from Vergil. He took a small and light step backward.

“He owes a certain amount of money with a certain someone,” Vergil answered grabbing Dante’s arm.

You didn’t say anything. You remembered the letter that was in your hands. It was actually a letter from your brother. Yes. Your trouble making teenage brother who always got his hands on some dirty business. He was captured by the police.

__Flash back_

You were in your apartment, resting after your previous mission. Suddenly, you got a call from the police station asking you to come down. You rushed over and saw your brother being cuffed. He didn’t say anything when he saw you. He was somewhat scared. You walked over to him and the police left both of you alone.

“I didn’t do it!” your brother shrieked.

“Just tell me what you did this time?” you asked him, frowning.

“I swear! I was walking back home. Then I saw this man, he was pinning this kid down in the alley! He… He….He threatened the kid, so I tried to j-j-jump in and s-s-save him.” Your brother stuttered a bit and began to panic thinking that you wouldn’t believe him.

You sighed, “If you’re trying to be the hero, why are you in cuff?”

“Because, I didn’t know that kid was involved in a drug activity! He must’ve slipped it into my pockets when I told him to run off.”