Today it was not an alarm clock that woke Vergil from his slumber, but the sun that projected into the room through the sheer curtains. He never understood why people would get curtains that didn't do what they were supposed to. What was worse was that the bed stood right next to the offending window so even if he turned away the sun would still beam down on him. So, grudgingly, he woke up and blinked a few times to help get his eyes used to the light.

The girls were going to arrive today and he had thought of a few ways to find out whether or not they were indeed his relatives. Since he couldn't simply just demand that they answer him truthfully and interrogate them, it would have to be done more subtly.

Vergil started to step off his bed but stopped when he saw the silver-haired boy sleeping under a red blanket right beside it. Though it should have bothered him- Dante sleeping in the now singularly-his room -Vergil couldn't help but smile a bit and lay back on the bed, waiting a few more minutes for Dante to be woken up by the sun himself. To be honest, the knowledge that his "sisters" would be arriving today made Vergil cherish his twin much more than he usually would. Annoying as he was, at least Vergil knew he was a legitimate person.

It went without saying that the "sisters" would be sleeping in the same room, since now that he occupied this one there was only one more available room in the house. He would have to be careful. There was no way he could know if they were his actual family simply by meeting them and it was strange that they had survived an accident and were in good enough condition to come here while their "parents" had been killed.

"Either way," He thought out loud, "I have to find out what they're up to."

Further dwelling on that matter was ceased when he heard Dante wake up.

"Enjoy our little nap on the floor did we?" He asked down to his little brother who sleepily glanced at him.

"It's good for your back." He yawned.

Vergil gave a short laugh at his pitiful excuse before hopping off the bed and landing gracefully in the middle of the room.

"So our sisters are getting here today. You excited?" Dante spoke while standing up and stretching.

Vergil closed his eyes out of loathing.

"Hmph. 'our sisters'."

"What? You don't want them to come live here?"

His eyes reopened.

"Of course. Why would I want strangers to live here with us?"

Dante's eyebrows furrowed.

"I mean, yeah, we don't know them, but that's kind of just how it works."

Vergil sighed at how oblivious his twin was. He had a mind only their mother could love.

"Come on. They lived for fifteen years and there was never any doubt that they were the children of those people who died and now, miraculously, they turn out to be our long-lost sisters? Give me a break. They're up to something; mark my words."

Dante gave a somewhat mocking laugh in response.

"Fine. They're marked. But don't you think you're overreacting a little man? I mean they're just girls. What problem could they be?"

It was Vergil's turn to give a mocking response.

"Are you serious? A different amount of hormones and they're automatically not harmful? All they'd need to do is get a hold of father's swords and leave to get a victory. They wouldn't even have to fight us. Whether they're demons or humans there are so many possible things that they could do."

"Yeah, and what about those demons you're waiting for? Haven't seen them yet and you've been going on about them for years."

Vergil scowled at his cynical brother.

"Fine. I guess I'm on my own in this then."

Dante didn't give a mocking reply this time.

"You're never…"

He didn't finish.

"I'm going to go get something to eat."

At that moment he grew furious.

They haven't even arrived and they're already harming us!

Dante moved his spoon around in the cereal, uninterested; his normal way of eating it all in ten seconds forgotten just as much as his food.

"How could he say that?" He thought out loud.

Before he could continue thinking about it his mother entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, Dante."

"Oh, hey mom." He said quickly, trying to sound as natural as possible.

He never had a chance.

"Dante, what's wrong?" She asked, not particularly worried, but upset that her normally cheerful son was sulking.

"Oh… nothing. Vergil and I were just talking about the girls."

Her expression became deeper, as if she understood but felt bad.

"I see. Vergil is against them staying here," she spoke, her smile having disappeared, "I knew that he would find it hard to accept. But I didn't know he would be so against it."

Dante started eating, though the cereal was now completely mushy. In seven seconds it was all gone and he stood up.

"Oh, don't worry about him. He's always angry at something. I'll get him out of it."

His mother regained the smile and nodded a bit.

"So when are we going to pick them up?" He asked her while putting his bowl and spoon in the sink.

She seemed surprised.

"You mean you wanted to come with us?"

He looked at her and nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course! We'll bring Vergil too! If they don't grow tentacles during the car ride we'll know he's wrong."

Eva gave an extra warm smile and nodded.

"But how will you get him to come with us if he's so against them being around us?"

He grinned confidently.

"Oh don't worry. I got my ways."

"You deceitful piece of-"

"Oh come on!" Dante interrupted his twin after he finally discovered where they were driving.

"Just relax and enjoy the ride! You're so tense!"

"I'm not tense. I'm guarded."

Dante just laughed in response.

Vergil glared at him.

"Stop that! Stop that this instant!"

Dante only laughed harder at his enraged brother.

"'this' hahaha' instant'."

He could barely even breathe now.

"That's it!" Vergil snarled while tackling Dante as hard as he could within the confines of the backseat of the car.

Dante pushed back and the two became immediately entangled in a brotherly wrestling match.

Sparda continued driving, ignoring their tussle while Eva simply laughed warmly.

"You two are so cute." She commented.

"Dante. Vergil." Sparda said calmly.

Their wrestling ceased at his words and they separated.

Outside the car, Dante could see a parking lot surrounded by neatly-cut hedges and also saw couples entering cars as well as helping kids who had obviously just been adopted into them as well. The building looked grey, safe, and boring. It was two stories tall but didn't have a particularly interesting design so its height wasn't especially impressive. Of course, he didn't really care anyway but still; a little taste in design went a long way.

Sparda parked the car in a space near the building and then he, Eva and Dante opened their doors and started to get out of the car. Dante stopped, however, one foot on the pavement, when he saw that Vergil hadn't even touched the seatbelt.

"What's wrong?" He asked, already knowing.

"If you want to go in and play along, feel free. But I only came on this ride on a false pretense. Had I known the actual reason for this little trip I wouldn't have even come. So why should I go in now?"

"Because you'll look like an absolute ass if you just sit in here- not wanting to see them -and two people who'll be living with us get in the car. 'Hey, I'm Vergil; an incredibly uptight, paranoid and humorless dic-"

"Fine! I'll humor you," he shot back, getting out of the car to come with them.

The glass double-doors led to a boxy, open lobby with several chairs to wait in and a desk at the end of the room. They walked across the hall, their footsteps muffled by the light blue rug that almost perfectly blended in with the grey tile underneath it.

"Hello, my name is Sparda, we're here for the…" He didn't know what to call it exactly but the receptionist seemed to know what he meant and reached for the phone that sat atop the desk, remarking on his unique name.

"Just one second." She spoke in a friendly manner while dialing a few numbers. The receptionist explained who they were to the constituent and then hung up.

"He'll be with you shortly. There are some chairs over there that you can sit in if you'd like."

Sparda nodded appreciatively and they walked over to the chairs which stood closest to archway. Whoever that man was, he would be coming from that way since it was the only entrance from the back of the building.

While they all sat down in chairs next to each other, Vergil seemed just as agitated as before.

"Vergil," Sparda started, "have whatever doubts about them that you want. But try to at least be civilized."

Vergil gave no response but he always did what Sparda said anyway, no matter how grudgingly he did it.

A man in charcoal-grey pants, a matching blazer, white shirt and blue tie came out of the archway as if spawned out of thin air by the will of a videogame.

"Ah, Mr.…." He looked at his clipboard which he carried around as if it were a comrade.

"...Sparda. Just back this way."

Three of them stood up immediately and Vergil stood up as well when Dante swatted his brother's shoulder with his hand. They all walked through the archway and through a hall behind that, passing various offices before arriving at a waiting room for adoptees or whatever the right term was for it. The clipboard guy tapped on the door a bit too lightly and then opened it.

Dante crossed his fingers, hoping that he wasn't related to she-trolls, as the man stepped into the room and Dante saw that they weren't even close; they were twins too, and just as beautiful as Dante was handsome. Well, maybe not that beautiful.

There were definitely some obvious differences; both of them had black hair, which neither fit Sparda's unique white palette nor their mother's blonde locks. One of them had their hair cut somewhat short and the other's looked like she never cut it. The differences became a trend, as the shorter-haired one had a shyer expression with self-conscious hazel eyes, whereas the other sister's crystal blue orbs seemed to gaze out rather absent-mindedly. It was kind of counter-intuitive that the shy one had more of a tan whereas the other girl looked like she'd spent thirty years in a shady tower.

From what he could tell, Hazelnut was the older one, as she was wearing jeans and a purple t-shirt with some worn sneakers that gave him the impression she did a lot of running around taking care of her sister, with the other twin simply wearing a long-sleeved white dress and blue shoes without any socks. Dante had no idea what you'd call them.

"My name is Sparda, I'm pleased to meet you."

"I'm Eva and this is Dante and Vergil." She spoke warmly, gesturing to who was who.

Dante couldn't tell if he was grinning or just gaping and just stared on. While the shorter-haired girl simply seemed to understand, the girl with the longer hair was starting to laugh at something. It took a second before Dante realized it was him. He tried to get himself together but only ended up making himself look stupider than before.

"I'm Saya, and this is Diva." The girl with the shorter hair spoke while gesturing first to herself and then to the other girl who was still bordering on hysterics.

"Well, I've only got some paperwork for you to sign, and then you all can go home." The clipboard guy said, interrupting their first meeting.

Sparda nodded and they all left the room and then walked back the way they'd initially come until reaching the lobby.

"Dante, why don't you all go out to the car? Eva and I can take care of all this legal business."

He'd recovered from his dumbfounded state and nodded.

"Sure."

Sparda tossed him the keys and he led the girls outside to the car. Dante unlocked the doors and they all got in the back.

The second he got in though, Vergil jerked Dante over to sit next to him. The awkwardness set it almost immediately. It came to one of the girls to break it.

"So, Dante," Saya started, "where do you- I mean we live?"

Vergil scoffed but Dante managed to speak loudly enough that they hopefully didn't hear him.

"A house." He blathered out thoughtlessly.

Both Diva and Saya laughed a bit, though Diva's laugh was a lot more like a giggle than Saya's was.

"Really?" She asked, humored but trying not to be impolite.

"Uh, I mean…"

"Seven-eighteen imperial drive." Vergil cut him off with a tone that Dante couldn't tell whether he was angry at Saya for asking or him for not having been able to answer.

It was probably both.

"Yeah." Dante confirmed, getting another laugh from the two.

Vergil leaned back and forth a few times before snapping to look at him.

"Oh I can't take you anymore! Dying of boredom while looking at legal documents is better than…" He couldn't finish and simply moved his head a bit before leaving the car.

After he closed the door louder than he'd probably even meant to, Vergil continued walking until he was back in the building.

Dante suddenly found the ability to talk normally return.

"Sorry, he's kind of nervous. Not used to really being around anyone but mom, dad and me. Also kind of uptight"

Saya tried to stay optimistic, while Dante couldn't really see what Diva's reaction was.

"Oh, don't worry. I didn't expect anyone to be willing to throw themselves on a sword the minute they met us."

It was obvious she was just trying to keep things positive.

"I would." He spoke; having forgotten that such a thing tended to kill normal people.

She gave another laugh, though it was much more reserved and quiet than the last.

Vergil, you jackass.