A/N: Just dipping my toe's in Okumuracest after ages and ending of Hellspawn. It's short and sweet so bon appetite! Don't expect too much (*,*;) Don't forget to read & review! Reviews save authors from writer-blocks :*
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Wine sloshed slowly in a half-empty glass.
Mephisto Pheles have been sitting in his fluffy white armchair as per usual floating, watching over his world from the sidelines. Right now slanted eyes kept on following after certain brothers, a couple of very devilish siblings - one with midnight blue hair other brown. Sipping quietly on his wine he pondered, have those boys noticed the little changes in their persons since the day their bond ceased to exist?
Squinting a bit more, his eyes zeroed onto younger Okumura. Of course they had. It was almost preposterous to think they wouldn't notice such basic changes. And no, he wasn't talking about their troublesome 'romance' which sometimes would give him a headache, oh no. As it was Yukio Okumura was smart, too smart for his own good yet he could be just as oblivious to certain things as Rin was. Blind like a proper bat, that one—he snickered under breath on that thought.
Said snigger was short lived the more he watched them and eventually it turned into a long sigh as he massaged his temples. It's been around half year since that memorable November evening, since Gehenna's Gate was closed for a second time. Old human saying kept on scratching at the back of his mind that 'Third time's a charm' but he'd rather didn't want to think there's another fight brewing and so soon, at such scale.
"Tch" he cackled. "Boys, do me a favor and do not call your little one after me, please?" he snorted, rolling his eyes upon seeing another argument between two brothers.
His point stood still though, like a statue. Okumura brothers seemed to fit right in between Exorcist ranks once after-battle dust settled. Grigori did nullify Yukio's ultimatum three months after him showing control over his inner demonic powers. Powers, which were the same and yet now felt so much different to Rin's.
Wetting lips with tongue Mephisto looked over to older Okumura's persona. Rin still seemed to be his stupid, joyous self yet... there was something off about him, something dark. Ever since Kyoko's little time traveling he's felt that something was missing. A piece of puzzle that he should know yet it was unreachable and it bothered him to no end that he couldn't put his finger on it.
Just yet.
Making himself a bit more comfortable in his armchair Mephisto observed, his black fingernails clanking on glass. One could see the smirk on his face, he was more than happy to wait for what future would bring, because demons had eternity to wait, didn't they?
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And so on Yukio's pocket watch kept on ticking.