It wasn't the first time he had trudged home covered in blood. Apparently, there hadn't been as many living things around as last night, you could tell from the significant decrease in the amount of the red liquid. He stopped running for a brief moment. He had to get back to the dorm with enough time to clean up and get back into bed before Yukio woke up. Staring up at the sky, he saw the stars had begun to fade as the pink tinge of sunrise began to permeate the skies. He allowed the cold night air to flood his lungs, and he continued on his was. Staying close to the shadows, he couldn't let anyone see him. Not like this. He looked too much like the monster he was.

"OKUMURA!" Rin was startled awake by Yukio's shout. He blinked ferociously before lowering his gaze and muttering, "sorry.". "Now, as I was saying..." His voice was soon tuned out into the background as Rin stared out of the window. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the classroom was hot and sticky. Coupled with his severe lack of sleep and you had a recipe for disaster. He almost hadn't made it back last night. One of the guards must have seen a small flicker of the flames and come to investigate. When Rin had come too, he was forced to scale a tree and wait for the guard to leave. Thankfully, the grass wasn't too scorched, and the darkness had concealed it where it was, and the trail of gore from the beings unlucky enough to have been in the area were in a different clearing. Still, it had been too close for comfort. Rin could still feel the blood clinging to his body, even though he had scrubbed and scrubbed until every drop was gone. He had to destroy the clothes he had been wearing though. That much blood wasn't going to wash out. Rin knew that it wasn't getting any better. If anything, it was getting worse and worse, but he just couldn't face the others with so much death on his hands. Technically, it wasn't him, but who was he kidding? He knew, deep down, that the demon was as much a part of him as he was of it. "Don't forget!" Yukio's voice pulled him out of his spiral of dark thoughts. "You have a test next lesson, so make sure you study extra hard for it!"
Oh crap.
"Hey, when were we told about this? I don't remember you mentioning it!" Rin burst out, "Well, maybe you should have been paying attention in your lessons, Okumura." He said in frustration. Near the back of the room Suguro made a 'tch' noise, prompting yet another heated discussion between the two before Yukio could stop them. When he had, Rin just frowned at the floor. It wasn't his fault that he hadn't been sleeping. The best he could get was disturbed unconsciousness. Even then, he was technically still moving. Still killing.

It was late, the sun was just setting. In the dorm, Yukio was devising a new lesson plan, while Rin sat reading manga on his bed. "You know, I can tell something is wrong." Yukio's voice filled the otherwise silent room. "Huh?" Rin lowered the manga he was reading. "There's something bothering you. I can see it. What's wrong?" He broke eye contact with him. "Nothing. There's nothing wrong. Why would there be?" From the look on Yukio's face, he knew he wasn't convinced. Thankfully, he didn't push the matter. Unfortunately, that meant that he would be keeping an extra eye on Rin. Not the best thing for his situation. The rest of the evening passed in a tense silence. Yukio finally went to bed near 10 o'clock. Rin had been lying in bed, pretending to be asleep, until he was certain it was safe to get out. When he was, he crawled out of bed and began tiptoeing down the hall. Soon he was outside in the cool, night air. Kurikara was hanging off of his shoulder. He had thought about putting it somewhere he couldn't reach it, but the demon was smarter than it looked. There was also the option of putting is somewhere so far away that it couldn't get it, but he couldn't risk someone, or something, finding it. The same went for giving it to someone for safekeeping. He would have to tell them and if he trusted them enough to leave Kurikara in their hands, it would have to be someone close to him. He definitely didn't want to have to tell any of his friends his bloody secret, and leaving it with someone he didn't trust was out of the question. In other words, there was no other choice. Sighing, he continued down the road, keeping hidden, in the shadows.

This was far enough in the woods, right? It looked deserted enough. Not that it wouldn't find something to kill eventually, it would be as bad. Lying down on the wet grass, he felt his eyelids sink downwards. There was no point in fighting it. He had learnt that already. I was going to happen eventually, so no point in prolonging the inevitable. With one last sigh, he slipped into unconsciousness.

About twenty minutes passed. No outward activity could be seen. Dark or otherwise, there was no movement.
Until.
Until the smallest twitch of a finger. The tiniest lifting of a hand. It found the hilt of the sword lying next to him. A quick flick and the it burst open, bringing with it a torrent of blue flames, smouldering the grass and plantlife nearby. Rin's eyes snapped open, but there wasn't a trace of humanity left in them. The glacier-blue iris's burnt as bright as the flames that engulfed him. His pupils nothing but slits. He pushed himself upward, revealing a long, black tail. With a cruel grin, he lept off of the ground, landing lightly in one of the trees above. His eyes scanned the surrounding area, looking for something to kill, searching for a living thing to destroy. The sword was still gripped in his hand. Coaltars had began to swarm around him. His flames flared and they were nothing but ash. Finally, his eyes locked onto a small ghoul. It appeared to be a dog. Without a moments hesitation, he dived and slashed at it's legs, effectively severing one of them. He could have killed it in one shot. Blood stained the floor, but he went in for another attack. This time the tail. Slash followed slash until he got bored and blue flames consumed the mangled body. Still, it took a while for it to burn away. He turned looking for something else. A couple of Greenmen caught his eye, and it was over for them. Not particularly big, but not tiny. These were full grown. A line of fire streaked towards them. They panicked and he was on top of them in seconds. They scattered, but he chased them down one by one, not even bothering to use the sword anymore. His arms were soon coated in blood and bits of flesh, as was this torso. He cornered the last one. It tried to put up a barrier between him and it. It didn't last long. It was ash before it could fully grow into place. Out of options, it kneeled over, waiting for death. He swung once and pulled out it's heart, his talons clamped around it before it went up in flames. Thus, the rest of the night proceeded. The onslaught continued for hours until, finally, Rin gained enough control back to push the sword back in its scabbard. Panting, and surrounded by the maimed remains of the nights hunt. He fell to his knees and began to sob. The salty tears leaving trails in the red that coated him, falling to the bloody floor. He cried until the first light of dawn peaked over the horizon. Wiping the tears away with gore-stained hands, he began to trudge his way back to the dorm. All he could think about was that it was getting increasingly harder to regain control. The demon was killing for longer and longer every night. I wouldn't be long, until he couldn't come back at all. When that day came, they were all screwed.