"Stay with me," I had told her. I can still recall the panic I felt in my broken heart. When she took her last breath, I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream at God for letting her slip through my fingers. I wanted to scream at Satan for what he had done, changing her. Why did it all have to happen so fast? I can still remember the day we first met as if it was yesterday. I wish things had been different. I never got to tell her the words I was always felt, deep in my heart. She'll never know how much I care about her, how much I love her. I took in the boys as my own because they were a surviving piece of her. They were an important part of her, the good parts of her. When I first saw Rin and Yukio, I felt as if the good part of her could overcome the evil of Satan that was also in them. That night I did the right thing, I feel it in my heart. I love the boys as if they were my own and I know I always will.
It's seven years to the day that she passed and I still feel the same as I did. My heart still belongs to her just like it always has, even though she left me here alone. Well, not completely alone... I sit now and watch the boys as they do their homework. Yukio is helping Rin with math problems, despite the fact that Rin is putting up a fight. I can't hear them from where I am but I can see them pretty good. They look like perfect friends, one a good student, one a trouble maker. They have always been polar opposites but somehow, they still love each other. Yukio can do things Rin cannot and vice-versa. It comforts me to know that they have each other's backs, no matter what.
I look at them and inside, I feel hope. Not hope for me, but for them, and for Assiah. One day I will tell them everything. One day they will understand it all. When that day comes, I just hope they love me the same. I hope they will get what I had done.
"A wager," Mephisto had inquired. "I propose a wager." I had always thought I would be the one to win- I was suddenly knocked from my thoughts when my name was called. "Dad? Dad!" I smiled and went to the kitchen. "Yeah?" Yukio looked like he was about to cry. "Rin called me fat!" Rin rolled his eyes as best as a little seven year could. I shook my head, trying to hide a laugh. "You look fine, sheesh." I turned to Rin as I fixed my glasses. "Would you stop making fun of your fat brother?"