I don't own anything from devil may cry or any other seris/videogames that I take things from. This is my only disclaimer in this story.

Vergil woke up with a suppressed yawn as he sat up and looked at his pitch black room as if it were the sun.

A few blinks later he was able to gaze out at the room and make some sense of its features.

The room's walls and ceiling were white, though they appeared near-black in the darkness, and part of it- both the walls of the room and its ceiling -were covered in what resembled a barbaric attempt at wallpapering with heavy-metal rock band posters.

The area they occupied literally had no "holes" in it from which the original wall could be seen, as whenever one band became more important than another a new poster was just crudely taped over the previous one.

On that "side" of the room there was also trash; crumbs, pizza slices and the like, littering its thankfully black carpet.

And at the very center of this "quarantined area" or, to be technical, in its corner, was a bed with a metal frame which housed one of the most irritating animals in the world; a loud, unrestricted yawn warned him the beast had come out of its slumber. Dante…was awake.

His younger twin scratched his head as he sat up and yawned again, this time with renewed vigor since he knew that Vergil was up and that he hated loud noises.

"Hey, Vergil, nice morning huh?" He yawned out while stretching his body out to wake up.

Vergil suppressed a scowl even though he knew Dante wouldn't be able to see it with his newly-awakened eyes.

"It was until some loud ape-thing bellowed throughout the house."

Dante yawned again before he pulled the blankets off and slid his legs over the side of the bed, cracking his neck as he did so.

"Nice one. You stay up all night thinking that up?"

"Shut up."

Of course, his side of the room was completely clean. There were no posters on the walls, nor was there trash on the floor. In fact, there was a cleanly cut part of one of Dante's posters missing once it crossed the "threshold" which Vergil had severed a long time ago. This was his part of the room, and he'd be damned if Dante ruined that too.

The rectangular-shaped room held no windows in it and two doors, both on opposite sides of the room. The door that led to the bathroom was on Dante's side and the door that led to the hallway was on Vergil's.

"Dibs on the first shower," his immature brother spoke up as if he had a choice.

"Come on now, Dante. We both know you wouldn't get a foot from your bed before I was already through the door."

One of Dante's eyebrows rose in response.

"That so?"

Vergil's mouth had formed a smirk and he readied himself.

"Yeah. It is."

There were a few moments of silence.

Then the competitive twins were out of their beds and rushing towards the door.

Dante lunged for the door handle and, despite almost tripping on a day-old piece of pizza, managed to reach it and pulled the door open, revealing the light-blue-tiled interior and the shower itself as if they were a golden prize. Before he could properly gloat, however, Vergil jumped on top of his head, pushed off it, and soared gracefully into the bathroom. He whipped around and kicked Dante square in the chest, sending him flying back onto his bed and then rolling off of it. The door closed from the force of his kick and he bowed before it clicked close, leaving Dante in his pit of an area with a bruised ego and a severely messed-up hairstyle.

"Damn!" He spoke under his breath while pulling his hair into its proper style.

"You dirty little…" He trailed off while glowering at the bathroom door.

After a few more seconds of contemplating whether or not he should bust down the door and throw Vergil out he decided against it; dad would be real upset if he found out that the door was broken again. So instead he climbed back onto the bed and pulled his PSP out from underneath his pillow. Dante thumbed the power switch and waited a second or two for the game to start working; Metal Gear Solid: Portable Ops. He and Vergil would fight against each other in it with the teams they'd put together but Vergil would usually win, and Dante didn't know why. So he was going to try and make his team stronger and get them some more weapons.

"I hate school." He groaned out at the room while waiting for the game to load. He hadn't done his homework so the teachers would be pissed. Vergil, of course, had completed his work the minute he got home. "Better to get it out of the way now than to have it in your way later." He'd say. But homework was just as boring as school itself so he hadn't done it at all. At least it was Friday though. He had a good long weekend coming up and planned to go get some new guitar and bass strings soon.

His dad, Sparda, was a professor of history at the nearby college and his mother, Eva, owned an art gallery; both jobs that required them to leave quite early in the morning- well before either of the twins woke up. That meant they never really got a ride, but since they didn't need a bus either; since starting high-school this year, the brothers were now only a mile or so away from the building.

His last character died in the game and he growled at it.

"You stupid-ass thing! You were supposed to hide in the box! Not pull out your knife to fight the five guys that were following you!"

Dante threw the PSP across the room, which hit the side of Vergil's bed and bounced back over into his hands. It took long enough for the thing to travel across the room and back to him for Dante's temper to lessen and for him to be willing to try again.

"Man, how long is he going to take? He shaving his legs in there or something?"

Vergil unlocked the door and pushed it out, entering the bedroom itself once again and looking at Dante, who was playing a game on his PSP. The normally over-energized reactions Dante had to everything was replaced by a quick glance up at him before Dante switched the PSP off and slid it under his pillow.

"Nice get-up. You planning on working out in the weight room or something today?" Dante asked, commenting with his usual cocky tone and attitude on Vergil's wearing black jeans and a black sleeveless shirt.

While he was still just as annoying as always, Vergil's shower had cleared his head so now Dante was more bearable.

Still annoying as all hell though.

"Shut up. I'm going to put something else on over it. I just forgot to bring it into the bathroom last night." He spoke while walking towards his dresser.

"You forgot to do something?! That means you only get a silver star!"

Vergil mostly ignored Dante until he got to his dresser.

"We haven't had a system like that since we were ten. Besides, even if I did get a silver star it'd still be a bunch of gold stars and a silver star for me and nothing but denial forms for you." He spoke before pulling what he wanted, a soft long-sleeved blue shirt, out of the dresser and putting it on.

He glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that it was already seven o'clock. They left at seven-thirty so Dante didn't have much time, especially since he always had a huge breakfast before they left.

"You should get moving." Vergil spoke while buttoning the cuffs on his shirt.

Dante was about to say something stupid and insulting when he saw what time it was and half-ran half-hopped through his minefield of trash over to his own trashy dresser and pulled out what seemed to be random articles of clothing before making his way through the "trenches" again and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Vergil walked over to his bed and pulled his backpack out from underneath it and slung it over one shoulder before making his way into the hall.

To be honest he was getting tired of sleeping in the same room as Dante. After sixteen years of sharing just about everything with him but his own teeth he was ready for a little independent venture, preferably with him and Dante being on complete opposite sides of the house. Though they'd been sharing everything for such a long time that it also felt strange when they were apart. That wasn't to say that they couldn't be away from each other. In fact they enjoyed the time they spent separated greatly, but if it was a permanent change then it was a bit harder. Still, that "tradition" or whatever it was kept getting less and less meaningful.

The hallway was white as well, though the material of the walls was harder and the flooring was wood as opposed to carpet. On the opposite wall and a few feet to the right there was a door that led to a guest bedroom which was never used and yet was larger than his and Dante's room. Further down the hall to the right was their parents' room and then another spare bedroom. Finally, at the very end and in the middle wall of the hallway was a heavy metal door. It had been ornately crafted so it didn't look as if it led to a dungeon or anything, but it was in fact the only entrance to their father, Sparda's, private room where he kept mementoes and other things from his time as the legendary dark knight. Being a reformed demon that had lived for several centuries and fought in innumerable wars was a rather beneficial characteristic for a history teacher.

Of course, there were other benefits to be found in the situation; Vergil was still waiting in anticipation for his eighteenth birthday, when he would receive Yamato, Sparda's O-katana. He'd been taught how to use it earlier in his life in case the demons ever attacked but hadn't gotten the chance to see it very much since then.

To the left, a few feet away, the wall started to round and moved downwards, ceasing and allowing it's place to be taken over by a heavy wood railing; the beginning of the circular staircase that led down to the first floor. He headed downstairs, noticing the slight drop in temperature.

The first floor was separated into five main rooms, a hallway, and a pseudo-mudroom, all of which revolved around the staircase. There was a circular hallway that surrounded the staircase and there were archways throughout the hallway that led to the five main rooms; kitchen, living room, library room, office and the foyer where the main entrance to the home was. The pseudo-mudroom in the back was more just a nook that led to the backyard.

After walking through the archway which connected the hall to the foyer, Vergil let his backpack fall down on the floor near the door and looked around, trying to think of something do. A moment later he heard a ringing noise and sprinted towards the kitchen where the home phone was located. Vergil reached it with several more rings left to go and saw on the caller ID that it was his mother. He quickly scooped up the old-style receiver and spoke into it while holding the thing up to an ear.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Vergil, how is your morning going?" His mother's caring voice asked on the other end.

"It's going well so far. We were just about to leave for school…" Vergil said, trailing off. He thought she was calling because he was late, even though he had yet to notice that it was only seven-ten.

"Well I don't want to keep you. I just wanted to let you know that you and Dante will have to come right home after school today."

He frowned in interest; this almost never happened.

"Sure. What is the reason that our presence is required, mother?"

Vergil heard her give a short laugh before she started to speak again.

"You sound so mature. Well, it's not officially decided yet, but you may have sisters."

He didn't know how to respond to that. Vergil just simply stood there holding the phone still. His mother had always took everything in such stride even a bomb like this must have seemed worth no more than a casual mention.

"Vergil? Are you still there?"

He caught himself and spoke again.

"Yes. I'm just…surprised I suppose."

"You certainly have enough reason to be. But Sparda and I wanted you two to come straight home tonight because we wanted to talk to you first. If they are your sisters then there are a few things we'll have to talk about."

"Of course." He spoke, not understanding exactly what she meant despite his confirmative words.

"I have to get back to work now but we'll see each other when you get home, okay honey?"

Though he was in the later stages of being a teenager it didn't bother him to be called such a thing by his mother.

"Yes. We will see you then."

"Okay. Goodbye Vergil."

"Goodbye."

Then he slowly dropped the phone into the receiver and stared at the wall a bit before Dante's thunderous footsteps came down the stairs and he heard his twin call out for him.

"No I didn't leave without you." Vergil spoke while making his way back to the foyer.

Dante had his usual huge breakfast and then asked him if he was ready to go. He nodded and picked up his backpack.

They left the house and started down the sidewalk. Vergil was still trying to wrap his head around what his mother had said the whole way there.