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A loud scream echoed, in a specific place, in a specific city. A scream out of pure agony, pure despair. It started out as the scream of a young man, but the more time passed, the more inhuman the voice became.
The dreadful voice was accompanied by the sound of flickering fire and burning wood. Crisps of ashes flew into the air as the screaming voice became louder.
In a seat, which was positioned a few meters away from a certain wooden pillar, a small boy asked his mother if everything was okay. She covered his eyes and ears, and told him everything was okay. It was just wood burning. The boy sniffed the air and told his mother he thought the food was burning. The mother subconsciously gripped the face of the boy more harshly, accidentally hurting him. It wasn't food that was burning. Wood doesn't scream.
The voice sounded monstrous.
Soon followed more screams from other people. Even if they'd wanted to do something, they couldn't have possibly done so. They wouldn't have been allowed to.
A girl with shoulder length blonde hair tries to run on the stage, but is stopped by a brown haired boy with glasses. A few meters away from the pillar is a broken sword.
The screaming stopped.
In the middle of an enormous trial room full of humans, except one, was a pile of ashes and remains of something unknown.
This 'exception' smiled, because of something that no one had foreseen. The life of the 'boy', that many wouldn't even have considered a boy, may have been gone from the world, but that didn't mean that it couldn't have brought to another plane of existence, perhaps with a little bit of magic.
That person, known by the name of Mephisto Pheles, openly smiled, along with a few of the other figures in the circle. But not because they had shared the same reason.
"Goodbye, Rin"
Comfort. That was the first thing he felt.
Rin got out of his bed and, after having stared at his ceiling for a short while, he started his normal morning routine. Having stretched his arms and legs, he proceeded to walk to the bathroom in the all-too-familiar monastery. He walked through the corridors and opened the the creeking wooden door.
But something didn't fit in. It was like trying to remember a dream you were forgetting. There was something, but whatever it was, no clue.
After having showered and having put on his regular clothes, he went to the sink.
Besides the sink stood a small mobile iron table, comparable to what was used to bring food via room service in a hotel. On it was a toothbrush holder and an almost empty tube with toothpaste. Rin squeezed the last bit out of it and threw the now empty tube, with a fancy throw, in the direction of the trash can. He missed.
He left the tube on the ground and took his toothbrush to his mouth. And that's when it clicked.
"Wha- what the?!"
The toothbrush was dropped from his mouth. This couldn't be happening. It was impossible. Because the reflectionhe saw in the mirror wasn't him. At least, not the him he had been used to. His teeth used to resemble those of a demon.
He slowly walked backwards against the wall and let himself slide to the ground. Gasping and panting he reached out for his lower back. The body part he'd gotten so accustomed to these past 2 years was gone as well.
After a few seconds that seemed to last eternally, he got himself to shut op. Oh, how he hoped no one was in the monastery right now to see him like this. How was he going to explain this? This shouldn't have been possible! Even Father Fujimoto said so, mere minutes before he died.
"Okay, inhale, and exhale. Inhale, exhale." He slowly approached the sink and the mirror that hung slightly uneven above it. Apart from his reddish cheeks, he looked slightly pale.
He picked up his fallen toothbrush, washed it and carefully brushed his teeth again. His normal teeth.
"What the hell..."
Rin couldn't help it. He smiled. He laughed out loud and jumped in the air. Immense joy overcame him and his heart suddenly felt at peace. This was something he had been secretly wishing for in the past 2 years. That is, if you could even call it secretly.
Both Rin and Yukio would've given everything to go back to the past times. The times where they would sit at the table, together with their now-deceased Father Fujimoto.
The only person the both of them would ever have considered as a possible father figure was dead. A lot of people, who knew of the situation, had blamed Rin since the very beginning. And that used to hurt Rin. The good thing was that he had Yukio, at least. Even though he may have first thought that Rin was the cause of Fujimoto's death, he changed his thoughts on the matter.
And that was what helped Rin get over it a little. Of course, he would want his dad back no matter what, but knowing that he died for him may have made the situation a bit less sad for him. Besides, he had his brother. He would stick up for him in the end.
His current situation was way beyond bizarre. Rin didn't know what had actually happened. For now, he would throw it on a dream of sorts. A very realistic one. That concept was the easiest to understand for now.
He looked at the image in the bathroom mirror once again. He really looked like a normal human now, like himself. And he couldn't be happier! His whole face lit up. He thought about the countless of opportunities that he would be able to have, unlike before.
It was then that another sudden thought struck him. It was already 9AM and breakfast wasn't done yet. He sprinted downstairs with his pajamas still on and jumped the last few steps.
But when he reached the kitchen, he saw someone he'd never expected to see. Someone whose funeral he had attended to. Someone's grave he hadn't visited in a while. Someone he'd indirectly killed. Someone who should have been dead. Someone who wasn't supposed to live.
He just stared. He didn't say a single word to his adoptive father. It was then that Shiro Fujimoto broke the silence.
"Who are you?" He asked.
If Rin's jaw could've dropped to the ground, it would have. But that wasn't possible, so instead he looked like a gaping fish, or perhaps he resembled a frog that was in the middle of a fly catching session. An internal panic attack raged in Rin's mind and the lump in his throat became bigger and bigger to the point where he had trouble breathing normally.
The only word that swam in his thoughts was 'how'. Nothing else came up in his minds. Shiro smiled. "I'm just joking! What's gotten into you?" After finally getting a hold of himself, Rin jumped into Shiro's arms.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have opened the s-"
Shiro, of course, didn't have an idea what was going on. It wasn't like Rin to act like he was doing now. After Rin had started apologizing again and again and again, the father figure decided to interfere by interrupting his adoptive son.
"I know it may be hard, but you'll find yourself a nice job and a fine lady eventually!"
Shiro laughed loudly without a single hint of shame. It was something that Rin had missed very much. These were times that Rin had never thought would ever come back.
The older man's sentence repeated itself in Rin's head again and again. It repeated itself, until Rin figured out what was wrong with it. How could Rin live normally with a job, now that he's a demon? The Vatican was after him!
If Father Fujimoto was alive, that meant that Satan never possessed him. That was the most likely explanation that had come up in his head. He also couldn't feel the flames, which meant that the event with Astaroth couldn't have happened...
...which meant that he shouldn't have any knowledge of his heritage. They were still lying to him. He'd been sent to the past. And how? He would make sure to find out.
If Rin had gone back to the past, probably only a few weeks before he'd become a half-demon, then that meant he shouldn't have known a single thing about the existence of one, let alone having a father that was one.
He wasn't supposed to know anything yet.
Shit.
I'm trying to not make it edgy. If it is, please tell me and I'll try to fix it.
