12 Years Later
The rain battered against a sea of black umbrellas as one by one the mourners began to file away from graveside until only Rin remained.
Alone. He thought to himself.
It's my fault the old man's gone! Yukio can't barely look at me, my own brother blames me for his death. He has no idea how much I blame myself. If I could I would trade places with him in a heartbeat. I wish I could take it all back.
I wish I was dead!
He stood by the graveside as day slowly past into night. He had long ago discarded his umbrella, he shivered, drenched to the skin. The weather seemed to be mourning the passing of Shiro Fujimoto as much as he was. He stood on shaking legs in a daze, everything was one massive blur, his heart shattered into a million tiny pieces.
The rain had finally given way around midnight, leaving a cool, clear night sky filled with stars.
"I need you." He whispered to the night.
"Rin?"
That voice. He recognised that voice. It had been twelve long years but the warmth was still there.
She stood a few feet away from him, the black dress she wore clung to every curve of her hourglass figure, her golden red curls pulled back from her pale face revealing those clear green eyes he had dreamt about every night since the day she left.
"Sora?!" He managed at last.
Silence.
It seemed to last for a life time, the kind of silence that was almost deafening as they took each other in.
"Please say this isn't a dream." A single tear rolled down his cheek as he stared into the girls eyes.
She ran to him, engulfing his rain sodden body in her arms, holding on to him tightly as the son of Satan broken down and wept into her shoulder.
"I'm here Rin, I will never leave you again." She cupped his face in her small hands, her eyes boring into his very soul.
Rin closed his eyes trying in vain to stop the tears flowing, his mind was fuzzy.
Nothing felt real anymore but she was here, he could feel the steady beat of her heart agaist his chest, her soft hand against his cheek. He opened his eyes at last and stared into the face of his old friend.
She was still beautiful.
He tightened his grip on her waist. He needed her to take the pain away.
"Please. Make it stop." He begged.
She pressed her soft pink lips against his.
It was like being struck by lightening, a electric current shot through Rin's body as he forced his tongue into her mouth, his nails dug into her waist.
he closer he pulled her against him, the deeper his nails dug into her flesh.
"I need you." He growled in her ear.
Sora put her hands on his heaving chest to stop him. The blue flames where in his eyes again, the jolt of electricity passed though his body into hers.
She felt weak as the power of the blue flames course through her veins, her blood was on fire. She rested her head against his chest.
"Love you." She whispered.
The static build up in the air around them cleared back into silent night.
"What just happened?" He asked as he finally released her from that power charged embrace.
Sora shook her head. "I don't know Rin."
It had seemed so dream like, the way they had been drawn to each other but his body knew better. He felt those cherry lips on his, he felt the thunder of her heart as her tongue met his.
A cloud of confusion drifted over him again. Sora had stepped away towards Shiro's grave, she felt blood soak her dress where Rin's nails had bitten into her skin.
Rin watched her, so much was racing through his mind, so many questions he needed her to answer.
"Sora?" He said quietly taking a great deal of interest in his shoes.
"I don't know Rin. I don't know what's happening." She turned to face him now, he didn't know if it was a trick of the light but for an instant her eyes seemed to reflect the blue of his flames.
"Father Fujimoto never explained why he sent me away or why I needed to go. If he told my parents they took it to their graves. I only found out about that they were exorcists a few months ago and that you..."
Rin's eyes widened in fear.
The old man sent her away? How could he do that, Sora was the only one who didn't treat him like so kind of monster. She was the only one who could snap him out of the rage that would consumed him.
He needed her, damn it! Since she had left his life had been a living hell, he had no one and now she knew he was demon spawn.
She seemed to sense his pain.
"You are Rin Okumura. Shiro Fujimoto was your father, Yukio is your brother. You may have demon blood but you don't belong to Satan! You are good Rin. Never forget that!" She said grabbing his hands.
The blue spark ignited in their clasped hands.
"Every time we..." She was cut of by Rin's rough lips crashing down on hers.
It was more intense than before. A desperate need exploding in both of them. The air was once again electrically charged.
Sora felt the world spin, her blood boiled as it absorbed the brilliant blue flames that surrounded them.
She felt Rin pull at her, she felt his smile against her mouth as his large hands tangled themselves in her now loose curls. He tore his lips from hers and felt them run down her neck. His teeth felt like tiny razors as he nipped her throat playfully.
"Promise me you'll never leave again. I love you." He whispered hoarsely.
"I promise."
His will power completely consumed by Satan's "gift".
His nails felt like iron as the dug back into her waist causing her to yelp in pain.
Her cry had snapped him out of it.
The flames went out once more.
Sora's legs had given way under her and she fell to the ground clutching her waist. Blood covered her hands.
"Rin..." Everything started to go dark.
As Rin ran back to the monastery with an unconscious Sora bleeding heavily in his arms dawned on him why his father sent her away.
His power was growing stronger by the day, if the Koma Sword failed to keep it safely sealed away, Sora would act like a lightening rod. Satan's power would transfer from the sword and take over her body eventually killing her and destroying him.
Shiro sent her away to save both their lives.
