"Man, what was with you today, Vergil? It was like you were on drugs or something…"

Dante stopped speaking for a second and he knew that another annoying remark was coming.

"You aren't are you?"

Vergil simply gave him a short growl as they continued along the sidewalk, already having crossed more than half the distance from the school to home.

Did she mean that we have already living sisters? Or that she was going to have some? He thought to himself.

He shook his head, dismissing that ridiculous thought on the grounds that she had looked just as trim yesterday night as always.

But then how? How could we have sisters? Are they half-sisters, or…

His mind was grasping for any answers he could think of but it was coming up blank.

"Hey, are you okay?" He heard Dante ask with genuine- though only casual -concern.

Vergil looked over at his twin and managed a small grin while nodding.

"Yeah. I guess I just had a bad day or something."

"Like you're one to talk," Dante spoke while putting his hands behind his head and walking with big steps, "every teacher in the damn school chewed me out for not bringing the work back completed. Even people I'd never met before!"

Through his confusion Vergil gave an amused chuckle. The rest of the walk home was mostly uneventful until they walked past the old open gate and saw that both their father's and mother's cars were already in the driveway. Their pace increased a bit after this and the two quickly made it to and through the entrance of the fairly large home.

"Dante? Vergil?" He heard their mother ask from the kitchen- she always insisted on making them dinner, and he hadn't realized until recently how fortunate they were that she could actually cook.

Their father was most likely in the library room reading one of his more favored books.

"See? I'm first." Dante gloated quietly as he closed the large wooden door behind him.

Vergil ignored him while simultaneously letting his backpack fall to the ground and speaking up.

"Yes, mother. We're home."

"Why don't you come into the kitchen? Dinner is almost done."

After Dante dropped his backpack on the ground as well, the two walked through into kitchen, where their mother and the salty, spiced aroma of their food awaited them. His gaze briefly flickered over her stomach, making sure that it hadn't suddenly become "twin-sized" as he assumed she'd meant when she said they had sisters.

What if there are more than two of them? He thought in a foreboding manner.

Especially little siblings. Vergil continued inside his head while remembering how Dante was already more than enough; and they were twins.

She greeted them first with a warmer smile than she usually held and then by saying both of their names, this time with Vergil's mentioned first, in a soft and loving manner.

"Welcome home."

"Thanks mom." They replied in unison; still, after all these years, defenseless in the presence of her constant happy attitude.

"Very few beings with human blood in their veins can resist her smile," they heard a calm but slightly warm and mature voice say from behind them. They turned and saw their father, Sparda standing there looking at Eva.

"I recall one particular time when a disgruntled priestess came after me in the name of revenge, bringing with her several mercenaries."

Eva just continued pulling plates out of the cupboard.

"She used a binding seal on me to restrict my movement so that her henchmen could try and kill me. But then Eva walked outside our home and looked at everyone with her angelic smile."

Their mother seemed to grow a bit happier at his use of the word "angelic"

"The henchmen were completely mesmerized of course and it gave me more than enough time to release the seal and knock them all out before taking them to the nearby prison and then returning to Eva so that we-"

"Sparda, dinner is ready." She interrupted, still holding the smile but obviously not wanting the twins to hear about the ending of his story. For that matter, they didn't want to either.

"Ah, yes. Of course." He spoke in a gentlemanly manner while walking over to the thick oak dinner table and sitting down in one of its accompanying chairs. The brothers did likewise and waited for their mother to get everything onto a plate. Vergil couldn't help but notice that there were six chairs now instead of four.

"Dad, are you sure mom isn't just a really, really, really, really, really, sneaky demon? Like a succubus or something?" Dante asked in a stupid manner.

"I am sure of it. She has easily had more than enough chances to…"

"Okay, here we go." Eva spoke while setting the plates down in front of everyone.

Sparda stopped talking and gazed first at his meal and then at Eva in an appreciating manner.

"Thank you, Eva."

"Yeah," the twins chimed up, not wanting to be left out.

"Thanks!"

She gave a warm-hearted smile and nodded before sitting down in her own chair. They had a regular family dinner as they always did, oblivious to the fact that their family was about as close as you could get to a picture-perfect one- except for the father being a demon part and stuff like that. But that was just a minor detail.

Eventually, when they were all finished, the twins pushed their chairs out and then took their plates over to the sink and washed them off, preparing the ceramic dishes for the dishwasher later. Sparda patted his mouth with a napkin, though it was more out of an old-style habit than any actual requirement to get something off his mouth. Then he did likewise.

Dante started for the archway before Sparda stopped him by speaking.

"Dante, where are you going?" He asked calmly.

His normally energetic twin stopped immediately and looked back at their father as if he had physically prevented him from leaving the room.

"Uhhh. Going upstairs?"

"Vergil didn't tell you." Sparda observed while looking at Vergil with just as much of a calm expression as before.

"I'm sorry. I forgot to tell him during the day. I was finding it hard to accept myself."

"What? Tell me what?" Dante spoke as if background noise.

"That's okay Vergil. Dante," his attention moved back to his other son, "you have sisters."

At first he looked surprised but that was soon overcome by an unexpected cry of enthusiam.

"Cool! Sisters!" He spoke in a questionable tone.

"They're sisters Dante. Not exchange students from Japan." Vergil commented lightly.

His brother simply shrugged his comment off.

"So when are they getting here? Mom didn't look fat."

"What was that dear?" They all heard her voice come from the other end of the room and though it was just as warm as ever Dante took a step back in fear.

"N- nothing! Nothing mom!"

"Okay!" She responded happily before putting all the dinnerware, including an extremely sharp steak knife, in the dishwasher and turned it on.

"No. You are not going to have sisters. You do. They are only one year younger than you. Apparently there was an accident where they lived before and while they were in the hospital the doctors discovered that their DNA did not match that of their legally-acknowledged parents and began searching for a similar genetic pattern. Eventually they saw Eva's DNA and decided that they matched. So now, with their "original" parents dead, they are coming here to live with us."

Dante scratched his cheek.

"They aren't like deformed and stuff from the accident are they?" He spoke insensitively. Not that Vergil cared, considering that he was now more suspicious of them than anything else. If anything, they sounded more like cousins.

"No." Sparda stated simply, having a much greater pool of patience and discipline than Vergil admittedly had.

"In fact, they look much like your mother does in her older pictures."

"Watch out world," Vergil began.

", here comes Dante, the incestinator."

"Shut up."

"Coming this fall. This time... it's for real." He finished, giving a small chuckle.

Despite his frustration Dante laughed as well.

"Eva and I wanted to speak to you about them before they arrived tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Cool!" Dante remarked again.

"Father, are you sure they have the same DNA as mother? Isn't it possible to fake a test like that?" Vergil asked as if he were observing an important clue at a crime scene.

"Any scientific test of man can be controlled or altered in one way or another. But the possibility that they would do something like that, and pick out someone they could have never possibly met is quite small."

"But doesn't it say who she is married to on the information in whatever profile they would have?" He further questioned.

"I suppose it would. However, not every unexpected event in life is a third-party trying to attack you."

Vergil let it go after that.

"Let's go into the living room." Eva suggested warmly, dissolving Vergil's cold suspicion. They all did so and the twins both sat down on their own couch, with the sofa their parents chose forming the the other part of an L.

"Perhaps one of the most important things to mention first is that we do not know if they possess any demonic abilities as you two do." Sparda began.

"So they might be like completely human?" Dante spoke up.

"Yes."

"Which is why we would like you two not to show your special… traits. At least for a while, until we can figure out how much they know about demons. It is possible they know nothing about them at all." Eva added.

"So… what?" Dante asked; obviously not clear on how much they wanted him to restrict himself.

"Like no breaking our doors anymore?"

Sparda gave the slightest of sighs.

"Like not climbing on top of the house in a minute without requiring a ladder, or jumping from the gate across the lawn and to the front door of the house. Things that humans couldn't do. But yes, we would both appreciate it if you would cease breaking your doors."

"Father…" Vergil spoke up again.

"If Dante and I continue to remain in the same bedroom then we will continuously be on each other's toes. Eventually, without realizing it, we may do something that would reveal that we are not fully human."

"You seem to have an idea that could solve this 'problem'." Sparda spoke in a tone that implied he already knew what Vergil wanted.

"I think that if perhaps Dante and I had our own rooms, we would be less likely to lose control."

Sparda looked as if he was deciding but before he could speak again Eva spoke up.

"Sure. I think that's a good idea, Vergil."

He was surprised at how easy it had been.

"Eva." Sparda spoke to her, though it was hard to tell exactly why he was doing so.

"It's okay. They're in high school now. Keeping them in the same bedroom like they're little won't keep them that way."

Vergil could tell just how hard it was for his mother to think about their growing older, even though she was willing to accept it. Sparda seemed to understand what she was saying and nodded his agreement.

"Before we do that though, there are a few more things I think we should talk about." He said.

Vergil nodded, content that he had gotten what he wanted.

He'd waited sixteen years for this to happen, he could wait sixteen more minutes.

"Even if they are half-demons they are still teenage girls. So don't act insensitive and immature." Sparda spoke, looking at Dante.

Vergil couldn't help but chuckle a bit at that.

"That still goes for you as well, Vergil. You may not have the childishness of your brother,"

"Hey!"

", but you do tend to have a harsh view on those whom you don't know. The last thing I believe they would want is someone they consider a family member treating them like a king would a diseased peasant. We're just asking for some personal restraint. Can you do that?" Sparda asked in what was obviously more a stern request than an innocent question.

"Yes."

"Haha!" Dante laughed at him, right before Vergil smashed him over the head with a tiny pillow. It didn't hurt him but sent his head down into the couch, Dante grasping for air because of how deep his face was in the cushions. Eva gave a short laugh as Dante freed himself from the cushions.

"And, most importantly," Sparda spoke, a much more solemn look on his face than before, even though he usually had the face of a judge.

", they cannot be allowed to go into the room at the end of the second floor hall. If they were to arrive here and see a stone room full of swords and trophies of demons in it they would probably die of fright."

"What should we say, then?" Dante asked him.

Sparda looked down slightly, as if in thought.

"I'm not sure. For now I suppose you can just say that we don't allow you to go inside. I'll lock the door so that they cannot enter on their own."

"But what if demons attack?" Vergil asked Sparda, momentarily forgetting that he was his father.

"In the very unlikely case that something like that would happen," He spoke, openly showing how much he doubted that would ever happen, "you are to get your sisters from their room and break down the door. It won't provide much defense against demons anyway. After that stay near the doorway and fend off the demons until Eva or I arrive."

He nodded, if only because he liked the idea of being able to use Yamato before his eighteenth birthday.

"Do you understand everything?" Sparda asked, making sure.

The twins nodded.

A few seconds passed and then Sparda nodded himself.

"Okay then, let's get you moved in to your new room. We should get it done before it gets too late."

Vergil nodded enthusiastically, and then they started out of the living room and towards the stairs.

Finally, he had victory.