Cale; Hi, this is the second chapter to the Niro Case. You even get to meet Niro, yer yer we know its soon but we needed him in this chapter. He disappears again for awhile after this : D
Jace; It's been re-written to fit in with the story line more
Both; enjoy!
Summary; when Rin fled his childhood home, he never would have thought four years later that his life could take even more a bizarre turn. Upon arriving in the demon nest that was Tokyo, he definitely did not expect to find his father and twin brother there, ready to hunt him down.
Warnings; Language/violence/Supernatural themes. See Chapter one for more warnings and random waffle
PS. Sorry its late Jace was in Cyprus on holiday and my internet has been down, Sorry
The night was silent, the only sounds among the imposing old trees that watched over the forest being a short and rapid breathing pattern and the snapping of twigs beneath booted feet as a tall dark haired teenager stumbled through the darkness. A limp defining him as he struggled to walk quickly knowing how dangerous the forest was at night what with the demons and other unsightly creatures of the night.
His clothing ripped and covered in blood and dust was pretty much a neon sign saying, "I am weakened and bloody! Come and eat me!" Around his leg, a tatty piece of cloth soaked through with blood hindered is movement as he tried to crouch down sharply at the rustling of a bush.
Wincing at the sharp jolt of pain that rushed through his leg, Rin pulled out his gun and aimed at the source of the noise instead of trying to dodge out of sight, which was his first instinct. The leaves rustled a little more before a white fluffy rabbit hopped out and if Rin were not in so much pain, he would have sweat dropped at the sight of the small creature sniffing him calmly.
'Just what I need…a defaulting rabbit with no sense of self-preservation' Rin thought shooing the rabbit, shifting his injured leg to stretch out in front of him whilst he lent against a tree. 'A little rest couldn't hurt me and its not like Master doesn't know where I am'.
It was true, even now, he could feel the dark presence of his Master moving towards him through the mountains. An hour at most until he reached him; what better way to spend that time sleeping? Rin huffed as he moved to get comfortable, the rabbit - ignoring the shooing – curled up against Rin's good leg like a little hot water bottle. He smiled and began to pet the fluff ball secretly happy for the company, even if it was only an animal.
The smile fled his face as he moved too fast and flinched. 'Damn Yukio's a good shot with that bloody gun…I was miles away…' He thought with a sense of twisted pride, but then again he had always been proud of Yukio…even when they fought. Even on the day of his "Death"
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The wind was gently running its fingers thought his hair like a lover's touch…if said lover was also abusive, sending shivers down the spines of anyone caught in its grip. The cold slowly seeped into his bones, ignoring the restrictions of clothing as a criminal would the law. Snow fell in unchartered patterns caught in the winds abuse twisting and turning to try to escape. It was a beautiful sight if you just stopped to watch.*
Rin smiled before turning to look at his school. A tall and imposing building that forbid any kind of mischief or misconduct. The teenager grinned up at it, a silent challenge in his eyes because no matter how hard the teachers tried they never stomped that aspect of his personality out. The wind spiked suddenly rushing up around him; catching the bottom of his jacket and tugging it about, his hair flew into his eyes and whipped at his face.
Snorting Rin turned to the side and allowed himself to fall into the wall by the main gate. Just in time to miss the chaos that the bell shrieking the freedom of all those trapped inside caused.
Children spilled out of the school gates – laughing and joking – oblivious to the false sorrow and excitement spiralling around them. The older teens were hugging each other and crying; making empty promises to keep in touch, knowing that they would talk for a week before high school offered other – new – more interesting people.
Rin found it utterly sickening.
Why Yukio insisted he graduate normal with everyone else was truly beyond his older brother, why hadn't he just done what Rin had done; tell everyone nothing and collect his graduation stuff from the teacher that morning so to save having to revile to everyone at school that he was not a flunk. Not that Yukio knew Rin had done that of course.
However, Yukio just had to be perfect because ever since they turned twelve Yukio had under gone a massive change; he'd became colder and a general displeasure to be around but recently it had been becoming more specialised to just hating Rin.
It had even gotten to the point that Shiro noticed and had finally had enough of their silent fighting, hence the reason why Rin was leaning against the railing of the school. Winking at the teachers that shot him nasty looks for having the balls to come to the school he never attended anyway waiting for his "brilliant" little brother.
A fan group had surrounded Yukio the moment he stepped out of the doors as usual, giggling and bubbling girls as they said their goodbyes to their "Beloved Yukio-kun". The girl that he had been walking with giggled herself before walking out of the gates alone. Rin watched her walk away with an arched eyebrow before turning back to his brother and his fan girls and boys. 'Bleck, I bet if they saw him around the house, they would change their minds about how wonderful he was'.
Yukio had a habit of acting like an ass when they were at the temple their father ran, he was also didn't look the same. At school, he was laughing and talking and his eyes would be bright and full of life. At home, he was glaring and a general upset, his eyes dull and empty.
Rin rolled his eyes and watched the people flood out, smirking when one of the wannabe bad girls winked at him; she flustered when he let his eyes roam her body and ran away to her giggling friends. 'I will never understand girls'. Yukio seemed to spot him because he grinned before frowning at something as if remembering to be angry with Rin. 'Not that I'll ever understand, some guy's either, seems he's still pissed about whatever it is that I've done to offend him, stupid Yukio'.
Rin snorted and turned away from his brother, instead finding interest in flicking through his phone, scowling at the amount of texts Shiro had sent to make sure he had indeed gone to find Yukio. Rin rolled his eyes and deleted them, he didn't need them and he wasn't going to reply to them, he didn't want them taking up space on his phone.
Someone cleared their throat and Rin looked up disinterested to see Yukio observing him with an arched eyebrow. Rin pushed down the raging butterflies that were attempting to take over. Yukio was looking at him for the first time in weeks and there was something burning in his eyes.
"Something you want Nii-san?" Yukio asked coldly and Rin felt the familiar flare of hurt at the neglect shown by his own brother before a cold distain flooded it, the butterflies crushed at the bottom of the emotional pile that he turned into whenever Yukio was around. Rin shrugged and smirked at a passing group of girls.
"Not from you little brother" Rin sneered letting his gaze stay on the girls for a passing moment before he returned it to Yukio who was now glaring at him. "Old Man sent me, he noticed that your pissed at me and said that we're not allowed to go home until we've "made friends"" Yukio's glare disappeared to be replaced with a cold blank mask.
"I'm not pissed at you. We don't need to make friends," Yukio told him in a robotic tone and Rin snorted and shoved off the wall, walking away with his hands in his pockets.
"Sure you're not," he muttered rolling his eyes. He could tell from the sound of footsteps that Yukio was following him, although he was deep in thought. Rin rolled his eyes again before biting his lip. Yukio had never been this angry at him before, not even when Rin went up to the girl Yukio liked and told her. Yukio had ignored him for two weeks before Rin broke into his room and hugged him to death. That was when they were eight, hugging the other 15 year old boy now however would result in a black eye and a killing headache.
"Soooooo….who was the girl you were with when you came out of class?" Rin asked in a bored tone, dropping back to walk next to Yukio who was blinking owlishly at the question, clearly caught off guard.
"Ummm…Just a friend" Yukio replied carefully, as if he was waiting for Rin to comment further on it. Rin caught the hesitant look before smiling warmly. Understanding straight away, something their father didn't notice was that recently Yukio had been coming home with large dark bruises on his chest and stomach. At first, he had thought Yukio was self-harming and that was why he was being an ass but they kept appearing in places you'd only get hurt in during a fight.
Rin had thought about finding whoever did it and making them pay, but a quick encounter with his younger brother caused him to push the protective instincts that ruled his younger life down. Yukio could look after himself now, Rin had to give him room to grown to protect himself and he could not do that if every time he was beaten on Rin stepped in.
"So she's the reason for the bruises eh?" Yukio shot him a startled look that made Rin chuckle fondly happy to see the younger boy's eyes soften as he returned the fond look. "She looked pretty…what's her name?" Rin asked interested in the girl that had caught his brother's eye. Yukio flustered for a couple of seconds before sighing and running a hand through his dark brown hair.
"Jean-Lee, she's a transfer" Yukio explained with a guilty smile. Rin grinned, happy that Yukio was opening up to him. It made his heart flutter and something warm flood his chest. "And yer she's the indirect course, the school jock has his eye on her and I made the mistake of telling him to back off after he tried to pressure her into seeing him" Rin sent Yukio a flabbergasted look.
"You told someone to piss off? Moreover, I missed it. Well damn!" Rin muttered and almost burst with happiness as Yukio threw his head back and laughed. It was almost like how they used to be before they turned seven, the carefree happy atmosphere was warmer than the cold and bitter one that had surrounded them for the past couple of years.
"I miss this…" Yukio suddenly stated, staring straight ahead, ignoring Rin when he looked to him taken aback by the sudden announcement. "I miss walking home with you whilst we talk about things – anything – ...I feel as if I hardly see you anymore," Yukio said and this time he met Rin's electric blue gaze with his own sea foam blue.
Rin swallowed, they were in dangerous territory now. Yukio did not like it when the fight club was brought up, nor did he like it when Rin went out drinking with his "friends" and Rin didn't want to argue with his younger half. They may have been twins but they could not get any different.
"Ummm, yer well you and the old man are doing your training for taking over the church and becoming a doctor ect," Rin didn't see Yukio flinch " I…I…err…." Rin sighed. There was no point sugar coating it, if he was going to answer Yukio's question, he needed to be truthful about it, despite that it would hurt. " I just felt like a third wheel whenever I was around so I started going out and now I find it hard to come home" Yukio stopped walking and so did Rin, but he didn't look at the younger.
"I felt like I wasn't wanted there, like I was imposing. The fighting helps me forget that I will never be as good a son as you" Yukio took a sharp breath and Rin sighed. 'Ah fuck, I did not mean to make him angry nor upset'. Talking to Yukio was always like this, it was like walking on eggshells – something Rin hated – and he had to watch what he said. Rin stared at the floor cursing the growing frustration and hatred that practically ruled his life recently.
"I didn't know me and father gave you the impression that we didn't want you" Yukio replied stiffly. Rin groaned internally, so much for things being better. He sighed and turned to look at Yukio, the younger looked hurt and angry. 'Shit…'
"Yukio…"
"Shut up. You know what Nii-san, maybe if you actually tried and gave a damn about your life then father and I wouldn't exclude you from our "little family"" Yukio seethed, Rin observed him silently for a second. The younger was pissed, that much was clear. His eyes were dilated, and his cheeks were flustered pink, his glasses were crooked on his nose and his fists were balled up. Rin sighed. 'If only Yukio could see the diploma* tucked away in my bag that would certainly change his mind'.
"Right. Whatever you say little brother. Tell the old man I'll be late coming home, I'll be missing dinner," Rin drawled, slipping his cold mask on to protect him from Yukio. This happened every time Rin tried to let Yukio in. Yukio would react violently and Rin would leave and not be seen for days.
"I leave tomorrow," Yukio muttered, suddenly looking apologetic. Rin said nothing his emotions shut off; he couldn't let them back on to have them spat in back in his face…again.
Why was Yukio telling him that? He knew that he was going away to his new high school that he worked hard to get into whilst Rin moved to France to work in the restaurant that had recruited him, although neither Yukio nor Shiro knew that. Yet.
"Don't worry; I won't be around to mess up your leaving party. Good Bye little brother and good luck. Show those rich assholes that your better than them" Rin said with a small fake sad smile before walking away, leaving Yukio looking lost and angry on the walk way.
"…I wish you didn't exist" it was a whisper but the wind carried it to Rin and the raven closed his eyes, fighting back tears.
"You and me both,"
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"Rin"
The half demon's eyes snapped open and they flared a demonic blue for a second before they settled into his normal bright blue, the flames of his Father having long since burnt out the coloured contact lenses that he had been wearing. Green was kinda his thing when on missions like that, green was the colour of nature and Nature was unforgiving no matter who you were.
Looking up the teen stiffened before grunting in acknowledgment, his bright eyes staring holes into the hood worn by his Master who was looking…ruffled.
Normally his Master wore a red velvet cloak with the hood drawn up covering his head so that only his mouth showed, a silver ribbon of hair pulled over his left shoulder and his hands nearly always tucked behind him. Right now however, his usually elegant Master had his hood drawn up more so that the tip of his nose escaped the dark confinements of his hood, his silver hair flowed over both shoulders and his arms folded across his chest.
"What have I told you about sleeping in the forest?" His tone was sharp and Rin finally noted that low-level demons that occupied the forest were surrounding them. Rin grinned sheepishly as he told the lower demons to leave mentally. Knowing that if he said it out aloud his Master would think he was mocking him. What with the elder Demon being restricted in what he could do with his abilities. His Master had once told him that banishment was a bitch.
"Sorry Master, my leg prevented me from moving any longer," Rin, uttered lowering his head when the sharp line that was his Master's mouth didn't soften. Master must be pissed at me…I did almost fail my mission. Rin thought as he pressed down on the healing flesh of his leg, before he struggled to his feet. Lurching sideways Rin heard his Master sigh before a tight grip caught his elbow, faltering his collision with the forest floor. Muttering a thank you the younger of the two corrected himself, breathing heavily as pain raced up his leg and seeped into the newly formed hole in his leg, almost crippling the young man.
Niro sighed again as he watched on as his student struggled to hold his own even though he was clearly suffering from blood loss, fatigue and pain. The boy really needed to learn to rely on others. It was worrying enough that the little Halfling refused to work with a team; it was annoying that he did it because he didn't want to trouble anyone else.
"You need to learn how to rely on those around you Rin," Niro muttered as the boy collapsed into him.
"You can't do everything by yourself" But the advice was unheard as Rin had already slipped into a restless sleep, letting the day's events finally catch up with him.
Three months later…
Yukio stormed down the aging corridor to his room in the old boy's dormitory, a foul mood gripping him tightly.
It had three months – three whole bloody months – for the exorcists to respond to the escape of the Niro Operative and even then, it was not satisfactory (at least in Yukio's eyes).
The diplomatic approach taken had resulted in a group of snivelling, easy talking, slim-balls flying out to England to try and sweet talking Niro into not taking any more actions against them. Because the Knights had ruled that because the Boy had been on a mission and in the city first, they were in the wrong – more likely, they were still pissed with Shiro for that April fool's prank, they never liked Mephisto…and Niro had the bigger "Gun" if it were.
The elder demon, Niro, had not taken too kindly to the talks and proceeded to allow his minions to have a little fun with them. The bodies had been shipped back a week later with a note apologising for not returning them in the same state that they were given in.
They arrived in a shoebox.
Mephisto had been in a violent rage for months after, yelling and dishing out the worse punishment possible at anyone who so much as breathed too heavily. The exwires and other lower ranks began avoiding him as a rule, whilst the higher ranks joked about how he was just irritated about the loss of his tail flaunted in his face what with the rematerializing of the elusive demon that drove his dear cousin Mephisto insane.
Shiro in comparison was taking the reappearance of the demon he had originally entrusted his eldest son's safety to rather well. He had issued new lesson criteria for everyone from lower first class – the very same class that Yukio taught as their homeroom teacher – to higher second class. An entire hour and a half dedicated to learning how to fight Niro agents.
"…this is not a way to defeat them, this is a means to escape from their attacks," he had told them with an uncharacteristically straight morbid face. Yukio had seen Bon shiver slightly but did not comment. "When dealing with a Niro agent you need to forget everything you have ever been taught about fighting demons and monsters because there is no safety in number when they are your opponent. They will destroy entire forts just to get to one man" Shiro had fixed them with a hard stare that showed them he wasn't joking and that he wasn't exaggerating the extremes that Niro's people took to ensure their target was caught.
"They will kill you the first chance they get so don't stick around"
Yukio's step faulted as he remembered his Fathers words at the very end of the lesson. Out of everything said and done in that lesson it was those parting words that really struck Yukio with surprise and – although he couldn't explain it – anger. Yukio had had to literally bite his tongue. Something he had not needed to do since before Rin passed.
He could not say the things rushing through his head, no one was supposed to know who Niro was, he wasn't supposed to know that was who Rin was going to see the night he died, that it was because Shiro drove Rin out that night that he died. Yukio was supposed to know nothing…but he did.
"If Niro trains his people to kill us on sight then why didn't he?" Yukio only dared to utter the question that had been plaguing him once he was alone in his room with the door barricaded and the windows locked. It was a valid question, why hadn't the boy that had an aura so much like Rin's killed them rather than knock them out? Was it some form of rebellion or a whim? It was as if his brain was on a constant loop, stuck on the same thing, catching over and over and over again.
It had even gone so far as to Yukio dreaming of the boy. He was a mystery to Yukio in that every time he thought of the Niro agent his brain automatically made the link to Rin. It was only natural what with the small things that He had done in their short encounter. The way He had tilted His head with that childish curiosity, the amused glint in His eyes and the sense of safety that He had admitted like His natural smell; all of it reminded Yukio so much of his lost brother.
The stab of pain from his heart had Yukio staggering to his bed as he bit his lip, fighting the tears and he tried unsuccessfully to stamp out the pain left by the Rin shaped hole in his heart. Shiro thought that they were close when they were younger, boarding on self-reliant what with the way that they immediately ran to the other whenever there was a problem before they went to Shiro.
When Yukio was hurting from the bullying or scared from the invisible demons he would run and hide behind Rin. When Rin was upset and needed a hug or reassurance that he was not a freak he would turn to Yukio. They lent on each other and Shiro had no idea how close they had really been, even when they grew up they still managed to stay closer than normal for two twin boys.
Until Yukio was accepted to True Cross academy, everything changed after that.
Yukio bit his lip once again and closed his eyes on the tears threatening to fall. He'd called off their friendship a week before Rin had died on the stupid notion that once Yukio was in high school they'd be seeing less of each other and that Rin wouldn't move on with his life if he held on to his little brother.
His big brother had been full of surprises, one of them came in the form of a phone call from a five star restaurant in Paris asking where Rin was, and why he hadn't turned up to work. Then there was the diplomas tucked smartly into the bag that the elder twin had been carrying the night he died.
It made Yukio hate himself even more.
He had ripped Rin down the day he died, saying he needed to try.
Everything Yukio Knew about his brother had been false. He was not a drop out, he was not a knucklehead, and he did have a heart. Yukio bit his fist before taking a shuddering breath.
Now was not the time to be thinking of Rin, he had a mission in an hour and he still needed to pack and round up his students who were coming with him. Slipping back on his mask Yukio strolled to his door placing a hand on the handle before pausing to look back at his desk. He smiled slightly before slipping out into the deserted corridor.
Back on his desk a picture of two little boy's in innocence bliss continued to laugh; unaware of what was to come.
Cale; Yay! Finished! Now for the next chapter tgnbeqjothgnbebv dbvbgknbegb
Jace; Ignore her, she face-planted the keyboard. Next update should be next month. If we manage to complete it. Its really hard to write in Yukio's point of view.
Until next time…
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