Well, hello there my amazing readers! Please don't kill me for uploading a entirely new story while still working on Resonance... But seriously? This plot bunny has been running around in my head since the very unfortunate several weeks long absence last year...I really need to publish it and show everyone the insane epic story my mind has conjured. Don't worry I too wince when I see the first chapter of my first story!

But this my friends is on a completely different level! You know the whole shubang! This story may or may not blow your socks off, but at least I gave a heartfelt try! Oh, and this takes place right after the Impure King and Kyoto Arc. Basically deals with what happens after Rin defeats the damn thing and the Vatican decides his fate for releasing his flames with his fight between Bon and his Dad. (and escaping prison, being epic and slaying a demon no one else could; while saving all of Kyoto in the process: practically everyone's ass.)

Summery: Talking swords, a sadistic guardian angel, a snobby bodyguard, several mother-hen ExWires, a paranoid and overly protective younger brother, his busty teacher and two long lost (idiot) perverted (and a bit sadistic) demon brothers while giving or taking a few blasts from the past and what is the youngest son of Satan to do? Why, show everyone he's the most kickass Exorcist that ever lived that's how! (While dodging all the morons above.)

Warning: Yaoi, MephistoxRinxAmaimon That's a three-way if you couldn't tell XFD, Blood, Gore, overly annoying canon characters (talking swords and one or two of their owners) and an psychotic uncle.

I'll add or subtract depending on chapter...Now onward and in the name of Faust and Mephistopheles (That sexy beast.) "Tarry a while. Thou art so fair."

~Wild-Tama

Chapter One

Hot—it was really hot. My head, my face, ears, neck, chest, shoulders, hands, stomach, legs, tail, feet; sweltering heat throbbed everywhere, not a single drop of cold. There was just a hot, swirling inky blackness, a silent limbo all around me covering my body from all sides.

Then the screams began. Horrible, grisly, tortured wails that echoed off the black, inky backdrop of my subconscious. They invoked visions of turgid butchery, carnage, bloodbaths and massacre. I tried desperately to wake up, but I was trapped, caged inside a prison of my own making. My consciousness, when it could take no more, threw itself in blessed oblivion to the darkest depths of my mind.

I woke up eons later it seemed, heat pooling inside of me. It felt like I was swimming through lava while I fought to move my body or even open my eyes. At last, body feeling like it was made out of lead, I cracked open one of my eyelids. Then immediately slammed it shut.

A stab of pain ripped through my retina to my brain. I already had a headache; the extra dose of mind numbing light did not help much! Bracing myself for a second attempt; I opened both of my eyes slowly allowing them to adjust to the bright light shining down on me. Alright, it wasn't that bright, but I was like laid up or something, so have some mercy on a poor fella!

There was a purple canopy or something above the bed blocking out the light from above causing it to slant straight into my face. Everything level with my eyes was basically white, which hurt my eyes even more. White reflects light ya know; I'm not stupid per say, I just don't like studying much, but anyways, moving on.

White sheets spread across what I assumed to be a bed several sizes bigger than a King. I'm not kidding. It was like huge and fluffy to boot. I couldn't move much, but the numb, tingly feeling you get when you first wake up from a dream was beginning to fade. The sheets felt like they were made out of expensive silk or satin—though I'm no expert—I've never really felt that stuff before except on special occasions were Kusojijii would make us dress up—but that was another story. I could also tell the pillows that were against my cheek were light shade of purple, lavender I think they call it.

Everything I was sitting on, sorry, lying on was soft as marshmallows. If I sunk any deeper into the bedding I wouldn't have been surprised if it suddenly came to life and tried to eat me! Blinking lazily, I tried to sit up to no avail. I couldn't even move a finger—no matter how hard I tried.

The dim, simmering heat rose up again when I forced my head to crane up higher on the pillow so I could look at something other than the bed. The beds' foot-board kept me from seeing anything in the front, but I could make out double doors painted white and purple over the top of them. Of course, seeing how I couldn't move I was stuck looking at only the left side of the room.

The endless white continued from there. Two huge white bookshelves rose from a dark, maroon-pink carpet to a lighter shade of purple-painted ceiling. In between them was a window just as high, covered by lavender, gossamer curtain with pink and white polka-dotted drapes. What really caught my attention however was what lay on the shelves: an assortment of stuffed animals, strange knick-knacks, twisted metal clocks, bottles of candy and other hodgepodge items which completely defied explanation.

Confused, I blinked looking past the shelves to the curtained window. Alas, I couldn't see out of them and I couldn't read the numbers on the clocks because they had too many hands—at the least four or five wonky shaped ones—there was no minute, second, and hour hand that I could distinguish.

Stuck not knowing what day it was, or what time and feeling like I had been put through a meat grinder then charbroiled, I was ready to scream in frustration. Though when I opened my mouth I felt like screaming for a whole different reason. My throat was dry as a desert; if I opened my mouth any wider I wouldn't have been surprised if sand came spilling out!

So, to summarize: I felt like I was boiling like a lobster, I was basically paralyzed from the neck down, my throat was arid as the Sahara and I had absolutely no freaking idea where I was and how I ended up here.

Just like any other day living the life of Okumura Rin, the son of Satan, the guy everyone lives to hate. Che, my life is a tragic and interest-fuck-ing soap opera. I wonder if anyone would offer me a book deal—though knowing the dear stiffs working on the council they would probably label it to be heresy and ban—or burn—it, it being the book or me or both.

I started giggling weakly—which, by the way hurt like hell—at the wacky image of the Pope dancing by a bonfire with me at the stake and Shura handing out popcorn to the other ExWires

.…

My life's already morbid enough thank-you-very-much without getting depressed about being a demon! Turning emo isn't too high on my To-do-list. The best I could do is laugh it off—and hope that I wasn't dying. I'm way too young to die!

Man, my throat was really dry…there may have been a glass behind me but seeing how I couldn't move…Ha-ha, water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink. Everything was going blurry around the edges, and it was really hot. Hot as a hamburger…or, or a hotdog!

…

O-my-gosh, I'm going insane! Someone any one, please, one cup of water wasn't too much to ask for is it? If you can hear me God, even a demon can get a last request, can't he?

…

Yes, no? I rolled my eyes. Gahhh! That's it, I'm going back to sleep, everyone's a critic these days! I can't even make a decent joke without someone-someone-some-so-it's-really-hot. Why is everything so hot? And what's up with this room? Pink, purple, and white, are you serious? Really, why not blue or green? Che, who the hell picks pink as a color-

I sucked air when the epiphany hit me. Only one person I knew was eccentric enough to wear pink, purple, and white—and that man was so dead. Wait! Why the hell am I in his bedroom? If I am injured or have a fever—which was more likely; after all that usually leaves you feeling as if you were melting from the inside out, right? Why am I not in the freakin' hospital? And most importantly of all, where the hell are my clothes!

Glancing down at my hand that was underneath my chin I could see a long, dark-purple sleeve continuing down beneath the blankets. I would hazard to guess that I was wearing a loose-fitting yukuta. Loose, because it felt big, but otherwise it was cinched tight around my hips. What really bothered me was the fact that I could feel the blankets, I could feel the yukuta, what I couldn't feel was the familiar sensation of boxers around my waist.

I'm going to kill that clown. I really would do it too, if only I could move, I would grab Koumaken and—Koumaken! Where is it? This is bad, really bad! Kusojijii told me to keep it with me! Damn it to hell, where did he put my sword?

I tried to move to look behind me, seeing how it didn't look like it was on the left side of the room. But when I moved my head a little to the right, I felt a wave of heat hit me. Everything went blurry and I felt really dizzy all of a sudden. Closing my eyes, I breathed in and out several times till the searing wave past. By this time I was breathing normally again and was about to open my eyes.

Then, but what do I hear? A clicking of a lock and the almost imperceptible squeak of the door swinging open when someone walked through.

A devious idea hit me. And I mean really devious. That stupid clown had a lot to answer for—and damn it to hell if I wasn't about to take advantage of the situation. He probably thought I was asleep and if he thought that…well, who was I to change it?

Keeping my eyes closed, I softened my breathing while he neared the bed. There was a few seconds of silence before I heard the clinking of what I could only assume to be cutlery and cups. Though knowing the clown—who was fond of tea—it was probably teacups and such. Whatever he was doing with them though, I could only guess.

After the clinking stopped, there was the sound of water splashing in a bowl and then I felt him touch my forehead. Pushing my fringe back, he felt my forehead and "tsk'ing" took hold of my shoulder and gently eased me onto my back. Finally accomplishing that, he set an ice-cold rag down on my burning forehead.

I couldn't help but let a sigh pass my lips. It feels so damn good!

Hearing him chuckle and feeling him run his hand through my raven hair, I realized he hadn't said anything. Probably still thought I was asleep; which means he's done this before…and I made the same reaction in my sleep! Che, damn clown, laughing at me while I'm sick! I've had had about enough of this, so I placed my plan into action.

When he was about to pull away from smoothing down my unruly bed hair, I—with some difficulty, but not with the same hindrance I had when I first woke up—managed to move my head to the right. My face bumped into what I quickly found out to be his ungloved hand. Snickering mentally, I nuzzled my burning face into his cool, open hand, breathing out, "Mephisto~"

I wish I could see his face. Really, I would have paid a fortune to capture the moment and record it on a DVD, just so I could rewind it over and over again. I struggled trying not to laugh, because I would probably end up hacking up blood and he would know I was just messin' with him.

I diligently kept the act up and keeping my eyes closed, I acted like it was just me talking in my sleep. What the man in white did when I said it though, I could actually pretty well guess; I heard a loud thump, rattling of utensils, and a muffled curse.

Which considering Mephisto, I've never heard him curse once, so this was quite an achievement for me. He must have stepped back and hit a table stand by the bed that was holding the silverware and knocked some of it on the floor.

This was the cue for me to "wake-up". Groaning softly,—by the way, my throat was still killing me, so I kept the melodramatic sounds to a minimum—I slowly opened my eyes blinking once or twice in what I hoped looked like I-just-woke-up-and-look-like-the-living-dead groggy stare. You know the one that most people have on when they first wake up after sleeping for a long time? Yeah, that one.

I faithfully blinked a couple of times and yawned—even if it hurt my throat a bit, because once I commit to something I tend to go all out. I stared at the ceiling for all about three seconds before taking a slow survey of the rest of the room, now that I could see everything on the right side.

It basically was the same with two book cases and such, but where the window was on the left stood a door. Well, sort of, it was a sliding door with a purple mountain and cloud scene printed on it. If I could of, I would've shaken my head. The clown certainly likes to mix and match.

The rest of the room was comprised of a sliding mirror door on the same wall that the bed was against; which, I would guess leads to the closet. And that means that the other could probably lead to the bathroom. Satisfied with knowing what the rest of the bedroom looked like, I turned my attention to the clown. By now, I could move my head somewhat while the heat was kept at bay by the cold rag on my forehead.

Dressed in his usual white suit with pink buttons, dark pink undershirt, pink and purple-polka dotted ascot, petticoat breaches, two-toned, pink-striped tights and dark maroon-pink boots—minus the flapping white and purple mantle and the matching top hat—he was standing by—guess what? A bed table.

And he did not look amused. No, not at all, it didn't help much to the fact that he was mopping up some spilled water with an extra rag in his hand, a frown marring his face.

Tempted to stick out my tongue and blow a raspberry, I decided I didn't want to die today and waited till he noticed that I was awake.

Finally, turning his head to look at me, he started seeing my eyes open. Clearing his throat and curly-cue twitching, he spoke quietly—like he was expecting me to die if he spoke too loud; which, considering the huge headache I was now sporting was a wise idea. "My! Rin… I did not expect you to wake so early. You had quite an…accident. You're lucky to be in such good shape as it is now!"

I raised an eyebrow in question. I tried to sit up even though I knew I couldn't, best to let him think I really had just woke up—plus, I wanted to see if I could, just for experimental sakes.

Seeing me trying to do this, he placed the rag back down on the table and rushed to my aid. Che, as if I'm some damsel in distress. "Really now, you shouldn't try to move much, you will just make the fever worse! Lie back down and don't move."

I frowned and tried to tell him that I wasn't going to fall apart by just moving around a little. Of course when I tried to, another dizzy spell hit me and I went down—like the Titanic, coughing I might add.

His eyes widened and he raised me up into a sitting position causing the blankets and rag on my forehead to slide into my lap. Thumping me on the back a few times, I stopped choking on my own phlegm and still hacking a bit, tried to speak again.

Mephisto, noticing this, stopped me before I could force something out. "If you're so stubborn to try and speak—as well as sit up, at least drink this while you are at it. We don't want you to cough up a lung, now do we?"

Keeping one hand on my back, he reached over to the table behind him and brought back a teacup. It was a light purple with white filigree on its rim and was headed straight for my mouth.

Realizing that he wanted me to drink it, I hesitantly parted my lips. He helped me raise my other hand and cupping it, I swallowed the bitter brew.

Piping hot while it went down, I didn't care if it burned my tongue, because when it hit the back of my throat, I thought I had died and gone to heaven—figuratively speaking of course, I really don't know what my position on that is right now; you know, because I'm the demon child of the most badass demon god that's ever lived? Yeah, God may not particularly be too enamored with me.

The tea must have gone down faster then he would have liked, because he admonished me after I finished. "Please drink slower next time, you really must not over do it."

Throat mollified for now, I shot back half-heartedly, "Ya, whatever clown."

Less dizzy, I was able to move my limbs a bit. I rubbed the back of my head feeling a lot better than I had since I first woke up. The headache was still there, buzzing at the back of my mind, but it didn't really bother me.

The heat that had nearly roasted me alive earlier was simmering below the surface as well, but at least I could move and speak, not in the least bit dizzy at the moment. Tail wiggling uncomfortably under the blankets in embarrassment; I turned my head to the left so he couldn't see me blush. In the end, I ended up scratching my cheek, while saying, "But thanks anyway, I guess."

The clown in white shook his head disdainfully, while straightening up from supporting my back after he figured I didn't need any more assistance. He also stepped back and set the empty cup down on the table now that it was drained of its contents. "You really should not be sitting up; you've had a fever of forty-eight Celsius for the past three days straight. That's six degrees more than you're normal temperature—with that being five degrees more than a human's regular one's should be!"

I balked at his statement. Not because I had a high temperature but because I had been asleep for the past three days!

I froze, and then burst out loud I could,"Three…Days? THREE DAYS? I've been asleep for three days? You said earlier I got into an accident, what kind of accident would leave me out cold for three days?"

He winced at the volume of my voice, quickly stepped forward with palms raised gesturing for me to calm down. I looked down clenching my fists when a sharp stab of pain hit the area behind my eyes. Che, calm down, what a joke! If this clown doesn't answer my question, God help him, I will take Kurikara and- KURIKARA!

I looked up, moving my head so fast that I heard several cricks from the bones in my neck. "Mephisto, where is my sword! Please tell me I didn't lose it?"

Said man, face palmed and sighed, "Do not worry, it is right here."

He leaned down and opening one of the drawers of the bed table, pulled out the familiar red bag and the sword I had come to view like a second additional appendage—the first being my tail. Blue cloth with the white glyph, silver metal work, dangling lime green tassel and string met my eyes. I sighed, relieved. I wouldn't have been able to get over the shame of losing Koumaken!

He placed the sword and bag back into the drawer and slid it shut. Standing up, he dusted off his immaculate white suit and turned to me, crossing his arms. "Now that this issued has been settled, you really must go back to sleep. You've been up long enough! Anymore messing around and you could hurt yourself."

I pursed my lips miffed, "I'm not a china doll Mephisto; I'm not going to break by just moving around a little! Besides you never answered my first question! How the hell did I get hurt? And while we are at it, why am I here—in what I assume is your bedroom—instead of in the hospital? And most of all, where are my normal clothes?"

After I finished my tirade, he just blinked at me.

"Well? I'm waiting?"

If I had been standing up my foot would have been tapping the floor and my tail swishing angrily with my arms crossed impatiently. But I was sitting on the bed and my tail was trapped underneath not only the blankets, but the hem of the yukuta I realized must be one of his.

He uncrossed his right arm and rubbed his purple goatee thoughtfully.

Impatient, I raised my eyebrow. "What?"

He looked at me for a few seconds with his as usual, unreadable emerald eyes and then taking his right hand off of his chin, snapped his fingers while exclaiming, "Aha!"

He leaned down, left hand on hip and poked me in the nose with his right.

Swatting the offending finger away with my right hand, I rubbed my nose with my left. Eye twitching, I growled, "What was that for? You can't just go around poking people!"

He shook his head, chuckling at my reaction. Wagging the previous abuser he spoke, "Mah, mah you don't remember a thing do you? You haven't once mentioned or asked about the others."

Mephisto stood straight, still looking at me. "Which I can only assume means you have had a lapse in your memory—not that it really surprises me. Not after what happened to you…"

Beginning to pace back and forth by the bed, he placed his hands behind his back. "Usually by now, you would have been panicking, worrying about everyone else instead of yourself. The only reason your still in bed—behaving somewhat, is that you do not remember, is it not?"

My shoulders slumped down, my anger deflated in an instant with my eyes furrowed. I tried to figure out what he was hinting at, but could not. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, so I said so. "Teme! Stop speaking in riddles, just tell me what happened!"

His shoulders shook while he chortled. He turned one last time and crossing his arms in front of him, spoke calmly, "You were in Kyoto with the rest of your motley crew of ExWires. The incident with the Impure Kings' eyes? Do you remember at least that much?"

Eyes widening to platter size I tried to jump out of the bed. When I tried to do so, a wave of dizziness and heat from the fever almost made me fall.

Mephisto sprang forward, catching me before I could topple face first to the carpet.

Vision blurring, I grasped Mephisto's white suit; the only thing I could find in order to anchor myself against the spinning room. It was hot, so much that I whimpered in contentment when he touched my overheated skin, his ice cold hands leeching the heat away from where he held me even through my clothes. I didn't want to let go; eyes unfocused I clung to him.

He sighed, "You're always doing the exact opposite of what I say; if I tell you stay put, it would be best if you did. I'm not just saying it to hear myself speak, you know."

I felt him place his hands underneath my knees and taking me by the shoulders, he lifted me off the floor. The whole time I kept a tight grip on him when he moved me. Walking over to the bed—which was only a few centimeters away—he had gathered the hem of the yukuta around me and placed me on it, still supporting me so that I wouldn't topple over. Then he lifted the covers back and then laid me down all the way.

Eyes closed since then, I felt the room spinning, than solid, fluffy ground. I unclenched my iron grip on him with a few murmurs of assurance when he let me curl into a ball, the heat rushing back into the blessed, cool skin that his hands had left.

Mephisto must have felt some pity on me because he leaned down and wiped my lanky forelocks out of my face. Picking up another icy towel from the bed table, he placed it sideways on my head and pulled the covers over my shoulders.

I whimpered when I felt the cold rag touch my forehead. It felt great, but I couldn't help but reach for Mephisto again. One, he was far colder then the rag and two, I had regained enough of my scattered sense to ask what had caused me to get up in the first place. Cracking my eyes open, I weakly glared at him and tugged at the edge of his white sleeve I had grasped. "Mephisto—where is everyone…else, are they o-ok? What happened to them?"

He frowned in displeasure, shaking his head.

I saw this and started to panic.

He stopped shaking his head back and forth once he looked back at me. He grimaced running his hand through his violet hair as he sighed, "You have absolutely nothing to worry about little one. They are all safe and well. Right now they are in the hospital, resting—as you should be."

I sighed in relief. If they had been hurt…I shook my head in order to get rid of that particular train of thought, not regretting it for a second when the heat spiked fiercer. I bit my lip in order to keep from crying out. My limbs felt like they weighed a ton. But I still felt joy knowing that they were alright. The heat raced through my body while I finally relaxed.

Despite the fact I was losing consciousness fast and my eyes had slid shut, I whispered smiling, "That's…good. Really good."

The disembodied voice of Mephisto spoke in a withering tone, only a few words being caught by my falling awareness, "Humph, well-because-harebrained scheme-yours. Look at-, already fall-asleep. Well, good-suppose-when you-up-we-have to talk-behavior."

My mind was lost to the blackness once again and I knew no more.

Woosh! That was for the most part, tiring Now all that's left is to here from you guys! Review if you please if at least to tell me I'm an idiot and shouldn't be writing two fic's at a time...But still I want to get this story out there so that no one else can publish a fanfic containing the most strangest idea (plot twist) so far! And believe me I came up with one of the strangest.

Tarry a while. Thou art so fair. ~ Wild-Tama

Edited: 6/26/12