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Out of all the things that Rin had expected that day, getting shot by Yukio was not at the top of his list. Although, neither was finding out that his brother had also secretly been an exorcist, like his now deceased foster father, but here he was with a gaping bullet wound in his chest and a panicking exorcist brother standing over him, surrounded by his classmates who heard the commotion and came barreling into the room.

"Rin, I'm so sorry- you were throwing your sword- I panicked... Oh my god I can't stop the bleeding." Whimpered Yukio, looking extremely bedraggled. "I didn't actually mean it when I told you to die... I just was confused and angry!"

Meanwhile, the classmates were murmuring their exclamations of shock, while Izumo, and Bon both phoned the proper authorities.

In the back, Shura, ditching her disguise, dialed a different number.

Not a moment later, a puff of pink smoke appeared indicating a certain clown had arrived.

With that the rest of the shaken class was escorted out by Shura.

"Well this result is quite... how do I put it... unsavory." Mephisto casually remarked eying the scene in front of him. Rin was lying unresponsive in a pool of his own blood.

"Sir. Faust the bleeding... I-It won't stop." Yukio stuttered out in shock, exorcist attire covered in his twins blood apart from his jacket which he was trying to use to stop the bleeding.

"Of course not!" Mephisto exclaimed leaning closer to Yukio so that nobody else could hear. "Even the son of Satan is susceptible to holy bullets... Or did you forget that all demons have weaknesses?"

"But there has to be a way to save him!" Yukio shouted.

"I'm sorry, but the most you can do is comfort him. He only has about two minutes left before he bleeds out, and the ambulance won't arrive for at least five, looks like you've been dealt a bad hand. Ta-ta!" Mephisto smiled coyly while gracefully strolling out of the room.

Gah-" gasped Rin, coming back to his senses . "Don't talk about me like I'm already dead. Cuz I'm not. If you think a bullet's going to stop me, think again." He slurred trying to stand but failing miserably.

"Niisan! Don't move, the bullet's still inside of you. You might make it worse!" Yukio shrieked frantically at his collapsed brother.

"I refuse to die before avenging the old man." Rin muttered at Yukio with tears leaving tracks down his blood splattered face.

Whatever energy he had only moments before seemed to disappear as more blood flowed freely from the wound. Rin's life flashed before his eyes as his body seemed to grow cooler by the second. "I'm sorry- Yukio. If you get a chance- put a bullet between Satan's eyes for me." Rin finally choked out before going limp in his brother's arms.

Spring 1994

4 months prior to the events of Shiki.

Sotoba Japan

Seishin, while on a walk through the woods on temple grounds one evening, noticed something peculiar. There was a strange boy lying on the ground in a pretty big crater. Looking at him, he was coated in a series of minor cuts and scrapes, but nothing seemed to be too severe. Decidedly, he picked the boy up to take him back to the temple because he as sure as hell wasn't going to let him be ravaged by the wild dogs. He'd just have some questions to ask when the kid woke up.

When Rin woke up he was really confused. Hadn't he been dead only moments prior?

"You have some explaining to do." A stranger's voice interrupted Rin's thoughts.

"I- uh." Rin floundered not knowing what to say. "Where am I?" He asked awkwardly.

"Sotoba village." The man answered. "Where do you live?" The man asked

"True Cross City." Rin answered as it was the city in which he and Yukio were attending school. Speaking of which just the thought of Yukio made him remember the feeling of the bullet hungrily digging through his flesh. 'Was it all just a dream?'

Rin didn't catch the confused look that was sent his way.

"Do you remember what year it is?" The man interrupted Rin's thoughts.

"2018" Rin answered certainly.

"I better take you to the hospital." The man said concerned."It looks as if you have a concussion."

"What?!?" Rin shrieked "What was wrong with my answer?"

"For one True Cross City doesn't exist, at least not in Japan. Secondly, it's 1994."

"Come again?" Rin asked.

That was how he ended up sitting in one Toshio Ozaki's clinic, being examined with the man who found him earlier, whom he learned was named Seishin Muroi during the walk there.

"Well he doesn't have a concussion... but his symptoms are certainly strange. I can't believe he thought the year was 2018." Chuckled Ozaki to his friend, out of Rin's range of hearing.

"I know, I'm a bit worried." Said Seishin.

"I can always examine him for a few more days just to make sure everything's alright." Ozaki Muttered. "First I'll let him call his family to tell them that he's okay."

"That would be wonderful." Seishin agreed.

When Rin had the opportunity to use a phone, he was just happy that he'd be able to contact someone other than these backwater villagers who hadn't heard of True Cross City, and still believed it was 1994.

When he was handed a landline phone, it didn't really phase him because most medical offices still had them. What did bother him though, was the message that played after he keyed in Yukio's number. "The number you are calling has been disconnected." He tried again, and again to the same effect.

He then tried calling the monastery. Still nothing. Same with Mephisto's personal number. At this point he was having a breakdown, tears building up in his eyes.

'Is it possible that it actually is 1994.' He thought. 'If so then why doesn't True Cross City exist? Does this mean that I actually died?' He frantically thought. What did all of this mean for his brother, all of the demons and exorcists. Did they just not exist in this- wherever he was. Was he in some alternate universe?

"Hey kid you done?" The doctor asked lighting up a cigarette.

"Uh- yeah." He answered. "About that..."

2018

Assiah

Japan.

Everyone wore black for the funeral, the only people who attended the funeral were Yukio and the priests from the temple. It was a nice little ceremony; each person paid their respects and in the end Rin was buried next to their father. Then everyone promptly left, leaving Yukio alone with the graves of his family.

"Dad." Yukio said, kneeling by his father's grave. "I've failed you."

Yukio felt a pressure on his shoulder. He looked up to the woman who was resting her arm on him. "Shura."

"Yeh, it's me yew four eyed chicken."

"What're you doing here?" Yukio asked the scantily clad exorcist.

"Uh- actually I came to deliver a message from the Vatican... they want you to go on a mission."

"I see." Yukio said somberly.

"Look- if it's too soon I'll inform them tha-"

"It's fine, tell them I'll be there for the briefing." He said curtly before walking off.

"Fine my ass.." Shura muttered before walking off.