Author's Notes: Well... This fic trilogy contains some randomness in the Sparda household, which makes it more fun. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. Devil May Cry characters belong to Capcom. This is also non-profit.

Summary: Sparda sleepwalks... Dante and Vergil are pissed. What will happen in the house of Sparda?

Rated for: Dante's words. Even his father doesn't approve. XD

Enough babble, now for randomness.

Chapter 1: Vergil's Mishap

DAY 1

*** Afternoon***

"I'm home!"

"... Finally..."

After a tiring day of college, the young twin devils walked over the threshold of their home, started to remove their shoes, and then slid their feet into more comfortable slippers, a red and blue pair respectively. A single set of pink and purple pairs were still on the shoe rack, denoting that both their parents weren't home from work yet.

"Well, since no one else's here yet, why don't ya fix me something special, I'm betting on hamburgers, and pasta wouldn't hurt too." Dante said, not even bothering to look at his older brother, as he went and slouched on the sofa, feet crossed in front of him and nicely placed on the coffee table. He reached out for the remote and started watching his favorite sports.

"Why don't you order your food, I'm not in the mood to do anything but my assignments." Vergil started for the stairs, going to his room on the second floor.

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon! You have plenty time to finish that shit!" Dante was glaring at him in disbelief.

"Unlike you, brother, I prioritize my duties correctly." Thinking that finishing his literature paper was more important than bearing Dante's complaints, Vergil continued walking to his room, leaving Dante in the living room.

"Hmph, stuck-up bastard." Dante scoffed. He returned his gaze to the TV, now he'd have to call and wait for the pizza delivery boy to show up.

***Later that afternoon***

(Click-Click)

"Hellooo, now where are my beloved boys?" Eva entered the house, she was tired from work, but now that she was home, she forgot her fatigue.

"Heya mom." Dante walked up to her, and as usual, she kissed him on both cheeks. "Dad's not here yet? When's he gonna come home?"

"He's going to be a little bit late, you know, financial business meeting stuff... Haven't you eaten? You look thin..." Concern was all over Eva's face, such a doting mother she is...

"Well, SOMEONE's not being very cooperative, mom, so I had no choice. You know I don't like cooking."

"Well, you ARE eighteen years old... Maybe you should ask your brother to teach you?" Eva started walking to the kitchen while she was talking to Dante.

"Learn from that suck... Vergil? I can't possibly. I'm gonna wait for dad, call me when dinner's ready!" Dante ran up the stairs and headed for his room, he was planning to play 'Resident Evil' until dinner was served.

***Late that night, when Sparda came home***

"THIS is worse than Mundus... I can't believe them, even that mental work can't be handled by a devil overnight... gee." Sparda was staggering a little, he held on to the wall for support as he removed his shiny black leather shoes and slipped on his favorite fluffy purple slippers.

"YO Dad!" Then he was greeted by his younger son. Dante was shirtless now, wearing the usual bedtime sweatpants.

"Good evening, Dante... Is Eva already here? What about your brother, Vergil?"

"Mom's there beside the fireplace reading some book, Vergil's locked himself up in his room the whole time. Dad, d'you have a sec?" Before he asked the question, Dante was trying his hardest to hide the pen and notebook, holding both things behind him, away from Sparda's view.

"Of... course..." So tired from work, Sparda was a bit reluctant, but will not refuse a favor from his son.

"You know integrals?"

"Your brother... knows them... right?" Sparda scratched his head, he knew that Dante would have to throw away all his pride before he lets Vergil teach him anything.

"But... He's locked up his butt in that!"

"Nu-u-uhh... Dante, watch your mouth... And do not talk about your brother like that. Now, I'm fairly tired, and there's still a couple of work I have to do. Now go and nicely knock on your brother's door, and kindly ask him to help you with your homework. Now then, I need to unload all these papers first." Sparda gave his son a soulful look, then walked towards the stairs.

"But Dad! Vergil won't!"

"You won't know unless you try, and if he does not give you any proper attention, then tell me."

"What!" Dante stared in disbelief, a pout crossing his face. This was the first time Sparda went home very tired and unwilling to help him, now he's got to do something he's never done before... Ask Vergil for help.

Dante started walking up to his room, muttering words under his breath.

"Forget this! An F's not worse than asking Vergil for..." And as he came to the front of Vergil's room, the door suddenly opened violently. Dante was able to get out of the way just in time to avoid the door swing.

"Ask me for what, brother?" Vergil was giving him one of those 'serious glares'.

"You almost hit me! You could kill people swinging doors like that! Ask you for shit, Vergil!" Dante gave his brother a sour look, then continued walking towards his own room.

Vergil eyed his discontented younger brother with an icy, yet with a very little bit of concern, glare. "You could have just said 'simple mathematics', you idiot." And with that, Vergil dressed himself up in comfortable blue pjs (since shirtless wasn't his style) then started to sleep.

*** Later that Midnight***

The door to Sparda and Eva's room opened. Sparda walked towards Vergil's room, he had an easy time opening it since it wasn't their custom locking their doors before sleeping. He felt the bed with his hands, and then quietly slipped in under the sheets... Vergil was sleeping soundly... And wouldn't notice this 'til early morning.

*** 6 o'clock in the morning***

Vergil opened his eyes to embrace the morning. He sat upright, yawned, and stretched. He was about to arrange his bed, when he saw a figure, almost his size, sleeping soundly.

"What the...?" He carefully moved the bed sheet to reveal the figure. "MUNDUS!" The shout was so loud, it startled Eva and Dante.

Dante rushed out of his room, running to where the shout came from, and Eva carefully looked at the second floor corridor from their bedroom threshold.

"Where! Tell me where that!" Dante's words were cut off when the door to Vergil's room opened (more calmly than before). Vergil was dragging their father out of his room, he laid the body upright, leaning on the wall.

"I am eighteen years of age! Two more years then I'll have lived two decades in this!..." Vergil coughed, then regained himself. "Mother, is this father's idea of a joke?"

"Noo..." Was Eva's weak reply.

"Then why's he all snugly on Vergil?" Dante crossed his arms, waiting for an answer from their mother.

The twins' glares were hard to bear, so Eva had to call them to the living room sofa. Carrying Sparda to bed was an easy task, considering the strength of her two sons. She had to tell them about this issue.

"Well... Dante... Vergil... When your father is pushed to the limit, or should I say over-fatigued, he tends to... sleepwalk."

Dante and Vergil gave each other a look, then returned their stares to their mom.

"So you're saying... Dad sleepwalks?" Dante, mouth half-open but insides bursting with laughter, asked his mom.

"If he is overworked... Yes." Eva replied.

"In any case, I do not wish for this to happen again. Mother, you may have to lock your room before you sleep. I believe I am old enough to sleep by myself." Vergil stood up, time was running, and they had to get ready for school.

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