Dante's hair stood up in all directions as his sweaty body finally fell motionless. He poked vergil in the back with his wooden sword again. "Bam! your dead." he shouts, once again beating vergil in their play fight. "That's not fair!" whined vergil for the fiftieth time that day. "You always use that same move every time," he groaned. "The one where you block, dodge left, spin and punch me in the kidney with the butt of the sword. I bet you wouldn't win every time if you didn't use that move." "Shut up" Dante grins in triumph. "Your just jealous that i'm a winner and your a loser," Dante drawled, with obvious joy in winding up his brother. "Am Not!" vergil denied but the look on his face showed how uncertain he was and how much Dante's words really hurt.

"Boys! Lunch" Eva cried at the top of her lungs. As much as she loved the designs and contours of the house it really was too big for their little family of four. However it was a necessary precaution. She knew what had to be done, she knew the risks. And although she didn't like to say it out loud, she felt that she had ruined Sparda's life and also her children's future.

Suddenly her two adorable boys burst into the kitchen clamoring at her legs like puppy's. Well at least her children had a healthy appetite. "Vergil?! What have you done to your hair? it was lovely and clean and white this morning and now look at it. Mucky as the ground." she complained. "It wasn't my fault!" he whined again. "Dante kept pushing me to the ground all the time." he replied sulkily, glowering at Dante who only grinned like a cheshire cat. "Well in future, Dante keep your hands to yourself please and vergil, don't let him bully you. Here have a cookie." Eva said passing the cookie jar to vergil. "But that's not fair!" Dante complained. "he was overreacting, it was only a little push and it was only once." Dante glared at vergil in unfairness and sunk into silence after seeing the triumphant look on his brothers face. Although vergil may be weak in body he certainly made up for it in cunning, Dante thought.

After lunch Dante had gone away to their bedroom and vergil was left wandering the gardens alone. It wasn't fair. Dante always won their fights and never once had he even been that bothered about it but they were growing up now. vergil needed to step things up a gear. he knew his strengths: cunning, deceit, merciless, however it wasn't enough with Dante. he was always one step ahead. vergil would find a way to beat his brother at something, he needed to for his own confidence.

Early evening came around rather fast, Eva noticed. She put it down to the weather plus the fact that they were in the human world. Time went faster than where she had come from. Sparda sat in his usual armchair reading the paper. It was a very rare sight indeed to see him out of the study these days and to be quite honest she had never been permitted to enter the place. Sparda was always in there for long stretches of time and she dread to think what kind of things he'd been doing or plotting.

"MUMMY! MUMMY! MUMMY!" vergil screamed as he came bounding into the main living room. "Look what i made mummy." he said, thrusting a mass of paper and glue in her face. Friday was craft night when vergil would make things out of anything he could find. Dante was never interested in that kind of thing, he was more like his father, more interested in fighting and plotting dastardly plans. She took hold of the glue filled mass and slowly brought it towards her so as not to break it. That had happened before. Vergil had spent hours making a lolly pop stick house, he brought it to his mother for her approval and she had accidentally destroyed it. It was easily fixed but Eva had felt horrible for days after.

"What is it vergil?" she asked quietly. One could never really tell with vergil's inventions, sometimes it could look like a house but it was actually a motorbike. "It's a bird mummy." vergil said with a somewhat patronizing tone. Eva looked at him disapprovingly. "Sorry mummy." he muttered looking contrite. Eva smiled once more. "Well its very good honey." she replied handing it back to him. "Why don't you go show daddy?" she asked. Vergil hesitated. Vergil was wary of Sparda, although he was his father, he gave off an air that said you didn't want to mess with him and vergil was a little frightened of it.

Sparda looked up hearing his name although he was a bit of a workaholic he knew he needed to try and repair his family life. Unfortunately he didn't know how. He didn't know how to deal with children, he didn't know how to talk to them. Eva had scolded him on more than one occasion for saying the wrong thing. He thought it was inability to communicate but then why was he so readable to Eva?

Vergil looked at his father warily and slowly walked over to his chair. As if offering up some sacrifice to a deity he bowed his head after stretching to give Sparda his bird. Sparda took it slowly and put on his glasses for an inspection. He quickly shot a look at Eva that was quite obviously a plea for help. No help came as she game him a small thumbs up. it was up to him it seemed to give the seven year old some kind of praise that didn't sound fake. "well vergil..." he said in his gravely tone. "It seems that this bird..." Vergil waited for the criticism he knew would come. He could never do anything right by his father even though he loved him so much. "... has no faults." Sparda continued. Vergil was shocked but the smile that found it's way to his face showed how happy he was to finally have done something right.