"That really hurt Rin!" The little girl pouted as she rubbed her side.

She had been too late to calm the rage that had exploded when the other children in their preschool class started taunting him.

"Demon, demon, demon." They would chant.

"I'M NOT A DEMON!" He roared, lashing out with his fists.

Sora dropped her doll and ran as fast as her little legs would allow her to.

"Rin! No!" She pushed herself between the two brawling boys.

The dark haired boy's blue eyes were wild, he didn't notice his best friend, his only friend, trying to calm him. All he saw was another body, another person calling him monster, demon. He didn't see Sora's golden red hair until it was too late. The punch connected with her ribs sending her

breathless to the floor.

The blue fire in his eyes extinguished in an instant.

"Sora." He dropped to his knees, tears were pouring down his face,

staining his cheeks.

She opened her large emerald eyes and smiled softly. He was frozen to the spot, he lost control and hurt the only person other than Yukio that he... Loved.

He couldn't look at her.

He felt so ashamed.

He wanted to rage and scream for what he had done.

"I'm not a demon." He whispered to the floor.

"I know." She said, pulling him into a hug.

He sobbed into her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

She held him tighter despite how much it hurt her.

That's how Father Fujimoto found them twenty minutes later still locked in each others embrace.

"Come now Rin. Time to go." He said in his calming voice. He bent to pick up his son but Rin was reluctant to let go.

Sora kissed his cheek and gave him a smile that she only reserved for just him.

"Go wait outside for me. I need to talk to your little girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend, old man. I'm only five!" Rin went bright red and fumed as he went to the door to wait for his father.

"He's not bad, Father." She said in her little confident voice.

Shiro Fujimoto took in the little girl, long golden red curls, bright green eyes shining out wisdom beyond her years.

"He hurt you?"

For the first time her smile faltered as tears began to pool in her eyes. She held her side tightly trying to pretend she wasn't in pain.

She nodded.

"I couldn't stop him in time. I was in the way..."

The tears fell freely now.

"It really hurts, Father. But he's not bad! He just can stop himself sometimes, but I can! I see the blue flames in his eyes..."

"What do you mean blue flames?" He asked a little too sharply. Seeing the look of fear on the little girls face he instantly regretted his tone.

"When they hurt him and call him names, he gets mad there's a bright blue light in his eyes. I can make him stop."

The priests eyebrows knitted together. How? He thought to himself, how can this little girl control what no one else could.

He knelt beside the little red head and took her hand in his.

"How?" He asked gently.

Her tears had finally stopped and she gave the older man that warm beautiful smile.

"I hold him tight and tell him..." She blushed right to the roots of her hair.

He gave her an encouraging nod.

"That he's good and I love him, then he's not mad anymore."

Shiro nodded again.

Poor little thing. He thought to himself. She has no idea the power she has.

She's a vessel for his anger and in the end unless Rin learned to control his growing power he would destroy this girl with his rage.

There was a noise behind them causing both of them jump out of their skin and Rin appeared from behind his father's legs.

"Sora... I...I'll never hurt you again. I promise!" He ran to her and held her tight.

"Love you." He whispered in her ear.

Father Fujimoto watched the two of them. Still so innocent to the evil in this world. Soon Kurikara would be unable to contain Rin's demon side. He must do all he could to protect his son to keep the demon sealed in the sword. He must get Sora as far away from Rin as possible before it was too late.

It would break Rin's heart but to keep them both safe he must send the girl must go.