Unbreakable Bonds
A Rin Okumura x Yukio Okumura Fan Fiction
Chapter 1: Death of a Father, Death of Humanity
The dictionary term of lost as no longer in the possession, care, or control of someone or something. This can also mean something that is no longer in existence. But, did lost even begin to cover what Rin was feeling at this moment? So much had happened in the past few hours. A whirlwind of tragic events. He was a demon. He and his human twin brother Yukio were born the sons of Satan. Father Fujimoto, the man he thought was his real father, laid dead on the wooden floor of the monastery they called home. Covered head to toe in his own blood, two fingers tore off his left hand. And, it was all his fault.
There was no way around it. No agrument to persuade the favor in his direction. He caused his old man to lose self control. He was just so angry with him, with everything around him. He honestly didn't mean it when he yelled, 'Don't ever act like my father again!' They were empty words of a confused boy. Words he wished he was able to take back.
He should have listened. Run away from home and never return. He should have never questioned the geezer. But, it wasn't in Rin's nature to do something without knowing the cause. And because of that one stupid reason, Satan possessed his father and killed himself to save him.
Rin felt his new extremity curl itself in accord to his depression. A tail, black with a furry curled tip. It took a moment for him to realize that he was truly a demon. He pulled the Kurikara, the demon slaying blade that sealed his true powers within it's sheath. The old man told him to never pull it if he wanted to stay human. He threw that thought out when he tried to save his old man and himself from being dragged into Gehenna, the realm of demons.
He gave a hollow laugh thinking about these events. He was now a monster, the demon everyone around him thought he was. It was fitting. Only a monster could cause this much pain and destruction. He had a reason that no matter where he went now, more death was to follow.
But, nothing scared him more that the reaction of his little brother. His precious, sensitive Yukio. He was the only person he had left. But, he doubted he would be once he learned the truth. No, he didn't need to know the truth. He would lie through his now fanged teeth if it meant to keep his brother at his side. He would protect him from the monsters, including himself, like he did when they were youngers. Only these monsters were demons and not school bullies.
He glanced back at Father Fujimoto. It was pitiable seeing such a brave man in that state. The tears already rolling down his face continued. Painful, gut wretching sobs escaped his body. He didn't deserve to live. Life was a luxury that befitted someone far more worthy than he.
He crawled over to his dead father's side and laid his head on his heart. He half expected to hear a soft, steady beat resounding from his chest. But, he heard nothing. Nothing but the sound of his sobs. "Daddy... Daddy, I'm so sorry! I would take it all back if I could!" He clung to his body like a child would to his favorite toy. A tight embrace unbreakable by any means.
Unbeknown to Rin's knowledge, Yukio watched this scene unfold. Silent tears fell from light blue irises. His father was dead. But, that wasn't causing this release of emotion. It was his brother. Never before had he seen him so broken, so vunerable. He pained him more than words could describe to see him cry. Rin never cried. He always wore a smile on his face, despite the situation. That beautiful, full toothed smile he so loved.
He walked over to his brother and kneeled beside him. Fingers rubbed his back for comfort. What else could he do? To say? There was nothing.
Rin felt the movement on his back and looked up at Yukio. Blood shot sapphire meeting teary aquamarine. He slowly rose from his chest and pulled him into his arms. He cried into Yukio's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Yukio!"
He let out a soft sob. This was killing him inside. "Don't be, Nii-san..." He held his head close to his shoulder, one hand running through his shaggy, black hair. This was all he could do for him. Was it enough?