A/N: I'm finally back in action folks! This was supposed to released a month earlier than this, but, in my defense, I have added a fantastic plot line to this, and (in my point of view) has a better plot than Demon's Past, so I'm pretty proud of myself! This is the sequel of Demon's Past, meaning there will be OCs and there will be new OCs in this story. If you don't like OCs, then I'm surprised you got through my first story. If you haven't read Demon's Past, then I guess that's okay, but it is suggested that you do read it before you read this. Oh! And I don't own Ao No Exorcist.

It was hard to get used to living in two places at once. It wasn't like I hadn't done it before, but for some reason, it was harder. Maybe it was the fact that more people knew what was going on, or maybe it was the fact that I was older. I wasn't a middle school student anymore, but someone who had an actually might have a future as something more than an alleyway street fighter. Or maybe because Laughing Shadows didn't seem so desperate, because we had gotten our vengeance. But, to me, that didn't seem like the reason why I felt so anxious, so what was? Or maybe, just maybe, there was someone still out there. Someone who had greater hatred for our gang than before. Someone who was waiting for just the right moment to strike. But Serpent had taught us one thing: there will always be someone stronger, whether it be in body or mind, there is someone stronger. But no one is immortal.

xXxXx

Dear Journal,

Rin has finally returned. Sure enough, he simply came back; a grin on his face, like he had just simply hadn't been there for a few days, not a few months. I was just as happy to see him again, not a scratch on him, though he said those had healed long ago.

When I had asked him where he had gone, he never said. He ever simply said, "It's a secret" or "You'll find out later". It frustrated me, to be honest, but, I couldn't stay mad at Nii-san forever, nor would it bring him any closer to telling me.

But he did. He told me, and ironically, he was right next to us, the entire time.

He and Wolf were, just blending into the crowd. They were in True Cross, the whole time, healing and showing Wolf the world she never experienced.

Yukio

I slowly closed my Journal and stashed it away deep in my desk, and looked over to my brother's side of the room, Rin still sleeping in bed, ready to sleep the weekend away. I studied my brother's sleeping form, his body completely limp, a sloppy smile dancing on his lips, a tiny bit of drool dripping down his chin, completely oblivious to the world. I stood from my position, and walked to the hall, closing the door softly behind me, proceeding to the kitchen for some sort of breakfast. Once to my destination, I plopped down in a chair, running my fingers through my hair, stopping at the sound of my cell phone. Picking up the device, I quickly accepted the call, thinking it was something important, only hearing a very hung-over Shura.

"Yooooo, Yukio, uh, mornin'"

"Good morning, Shura. And-"

I was cut off by Shura's groan, "Shuddup, Yukio. Just go check today's newspaper. Bye."

With a click, Shura's line went dead, and I slowly closed my phone, cancelling the call. Not thinking she was in the right mind at the moment, I quickly dismissed the fact she had called in the first place, and ate my breakfast which Ukobach had happily provided. Thanking him on the way out, I headed to first floor, to pick up the morning paper, finally deciding to humor Shura in her hung-over state. Picking up the crinkled newspaper from the mailbox, I opened it slowly, skimming the articles, trying to find something of interest. Very few articles did actually catch my eye, so I flung the newspaper onto one of the many tables in the kitchen, thinking Rin may like to read it later.

Heading up to my room to put some proper clothes on, I see that Rin was only then literally rolling out of bed. Woken from his slumber, he numbly untangled his legs from his sheets, and stumbled to the bathroom. I chuckled at his movements, and quickly changed. I wasn't sure where I was headed, but it was the weekend, and that didn't matter.

xXxXx

Waking up to mouth full of gross hardwood floor wasn't the best way I wanted to wake up, but either way, I got up, brushing my teeth immediately, washing my face just afterwards. Feeling slightly more awake, I walked out into the hall and went down to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for my breakfast, and started boiling some tea on the stove. Once my meal was prepared and cooked, I sat down and started to chow down, opening the newspaper to a random page, barely skimming the articles.

After I had finished my meal, I rolled up the newspaper and threw it in the trash bin on my way to the kitchen to clean my now dirty dishes. Once finally finished, I went back upstairs, fully awake, and ready to start the day, even though it was almost midday. I dressed in some casual clothes and pulled on my sneakers, not single care in the world as I locked the door behind me as I strolled out into the noon day sun.

xXxXx

I sat on my mattress with my back against a wall, my fingers fiddling with a long, strong knife, watching the blade scratch the skin of my thumb, and if I pressed and harder, the knife could easily take my hand off. Not like I was going to or anything, it was just a really cool knife, which I had picked up from a dealer off the corner of Main Street.

A faint knock was heard at my door, and I hurled the knife at the said door, the blade smashing through the wood quickly and easily, stopping at the hilt. Crow slammed the door open, furious, pulling the knife out of the inside of the door, waved it at me, and left; my knife still in his hand. I chuckled and got up, closing my door behind me, and strolled down the stairs, taking my time, and walked into the living room, Crow play with my knife. Mine. Not his.

Across from Crow was Rock, cleaning a pistol, smirking, glancing up at me, then Crow, then back at the gun in his hand. I sighed and collapsed into the spot next to Rock, curling up on the couch.

"You think he's gonna come back?" Crow asked, eyes trained on the knife in his hands.

"He was here last weekend. Demon will be back tonight or tomorrow, why? You miss him?" Rock mocked, making kissy faces at Crow, thoroughly annoying him.

I laughed, my eyes lighting up, "Oh no, Rock! Whatever shall I do?! Crow is going to steal my boyfriend away from me!" I faked, my horrible acting causing Rock's laugher to boom against the walls.

"Shut up guys. Can't a guy worry about his friend?" Crow frowned.

Rock's laughter died down, "Yea', but it jus' means you showin' interest in Demon when you shouldn't be worryin'."

I stayed silent, not bothering to head into the conversation, especially when I could simply listen in on the juicy details.

Crow twirled the knife in his fingers, glancing up at Rock and I, "I just read something earlier, in the paper. It…wasn't good, to say in the least."

"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked, sitting up.

Crow pointed towards the kitchen, "Wolf, the newspaper is right on the counter."

I scurried up and dashed to the kitchen, rifling through the newspaper, "What page?!" I yelled.

"Page nine!"

I tore through the paper, scanning through the ninth page, until I reached the one article that caught my eye.

"No…."

xXxXx

"Has there been a scheduled date for the appointment, or are we still unsure?"

"So far we can move out whenever you wish, Sir."

"Good, move out on my mark, stand by."

"Yes, Sir."

xXxXx

A/N: Yeah, I was going to keep up the "calm" and "happy atmosphere" of this chapter until the end of the second chapter, but it got boring, and decided to take it up a notch. Sorry if you guys wanted suspense but I'm really not sorry. Why? Because this story is going to be amazing. So, thanks for reading, read and review, you know the drill. :)