This is the first time I'll be actually answering questions for a fanfic, so if you have any just leave a comment.

Houseforlife asked - For chapter 2 could you add a scene when the exwires and Yukio go on a mission and Rin easily slaughters a demon making everyone really shocked. And one question can Rin control his flames fully now since he is from the future?

My Answer ~ I don't want the story to get straight into the action right in chapter two I want there to be a sort of build-up to get to that scene and also in the story. This is more of a drama, tragedy, family than an action fic in my opinion, so there won't be a lot of fighting. Just a lot of Rin struggling with his thoughts about the future and stuff. Also you'll have wait and see if he can, hehe.

Chapter 2: Dreams

I had left Mephisto's office and had gotten back to my dorm no more than a half-hour ago. Right now I was sitting on my bed in the room I shared with my brother. I look over to Yukio's side of the room with a small smile on my face. Though it faded when it finally dawned on me that I'd have to keep up this little charade of mine for quite a while. In my time; I wasn't the same Rin Okumura as I was in this time. I had to make sure that I didn't slip up and show who I really was.

Yukio might think that I had gotten possessed or something and I wouldn't want that.

"As if Yukio would think that I was possessed…" I let out a small chuckle at that thought.

The sudden sound of footsteps made me stop laughing and I turned to the door to see Yukio walk in. The younger of the two of us looked to me in concern. "Rin, you sure you're alright?" I blinked my eyes; shock clearly written on my face. "You seem out of it today."

"I'm fine, Yukio. You don't need to worry."

Yukio stared at me for a brief moment before sighing to himself and shaking his head. "You're impossible." Yukio walked over to his desk and grabbed out a bunch of papers from his bag; beginning to mark them. They were clearly homework that the class had done and that he had to mark ... ahem ... I haven't done mine yet ... ahem! The younger noticed that I was staring at him and groaned. "Rin, why don't you do the homework I assigned for the class?"

"I don't see the point in doing them," I muttered to myself as I folded my arms in a pout.

Yukio frowned at my response before turning back to his paperwork, shaking his head. "You're just as lazy as ever..." I mentally gave a sigh of relief. Hopefully I'd be able to get through this. It wouldn't be that hard to act like I used to. All I had to do was act happy, dumb and lazy … all the time. Maybe, this would be a bit tiring, but being around Yukio I felt more in-tune with my old self.

I can do it. I know I can.

"Yeah, whatever," I said, waving my hand lazily.

As I lay down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I bit my bottom lip with a worried glint in my blue eyes. Though the question that clung to the edge of my mind was; what if I couldn't keep this act up? I know that I have to keep this a secret until the right time. That wasn't even meant to be a joke. I'm not the same Rin that Yukio grew up with.

I know that. I've grown up.

I … can't lie to Yukio.

I know that Yukio has kept his fair share of secrets from me, but I can't do the same to him.

I can't show who I am ... until the time is right.

Though it hurts me to do this to him.

To lie to him.

I turned my back to my brother, pulling the covers over myself; yawning and closed my eyes. These thoughts still plaguing my head; haunting me. Telling me that I might mess up. That I could screw up worse than the first time. I...I don't want that. I screwed my eyes shut and clenched the sheets tightly in my hands. The one thing good about coming back was that I was able to get away from everything in my time. Sure, the Vatican is on my ass in this time, but ... having Yukio with me changes all that.

The weighing problem on my mind right now and for so long has been ... how to fix what was to come?

Yukio looked over at my curled up form; he smiled before going back to grading the papers. "I have to get Rin to work on his homework at some point or else he'll fail at becoming an exorcist," Yukio muttered to himself. A small smile spread across my lips at hearing my brother say this. He had no idea what I was actually capable of and not in the Satan's spawn sense.

Stop, Time

A few hours later, I stirred awake from slumber and sat up in my bed; feeling slightly groggy. I look around the room to see that my brother wasn't in the room with me. Was it dinner time and I had slept through the afternoon? I didn't get to cook Yukio dinner! Stupid! No, Yukio didn't wake me up! Damn it, Yukio!

"Yukio!" I yelled from my place on my bed. "What time is it?"

I got no answer. This worried me. Where could my little brother have gone? Why would he leave the dorm? I shook my head as the wrong thoughts started to plague my head. Yukio could've gone to the school or gone on a mission with Shura. I swallowed, hoping that was it.

"Damn it."

I untangled myself from my covers and got out of bed and wondered over to my brother's side of the room. Before I left our room I looked back to see if I had missed anything and noticed something on my desk. I rushed over and picked up a piece of paper; scanning over the contents on it.

'Rin, I've been called out on another mission. I'll be back somewhere between nine and midnight. Get your homework done while I'm gone, okay, big brother. Yukio.'

I sighed in relief at knowing where my brother had gone, but wondered what mission Yukio was on. I hope he would be okay. I had this feeling in the back of my head that I wished I had gone with him, so I could keep an eye on him. Then again I'll just have to make due with making dinner for him and wait till Yukio comes back; along with doing the homework for him.

I decided not to worry about it. My brother had gone on a ton of missions before, so he'd be fine. I left our room and headed down the hall of the old boys dormitory and went into the kitchen. I opened up the refrigerator to see if there was anything to eat. I was an amazing cook so I could cook something up for the both of us and when Yukio came back from his mission he'd either be tired beyond belief or starving.

I found what I was looking for and grinned; taking out some soup and turned on the stove. I put some water into a pot and put the pot on the stove; watching it boil. I went to get some vegetables from the fridge and chop them up; putting them in the pot as I cut them into nice thin slices. I was happy to be back in the kitchen; cooking always got me going. It always made me feel blissful.

Happy.

Cooking made me feel happy?

Funny, I haven't felt like this since before ... before that...

I stopped cutting the food and stared at it for a moment. This really is my chance to make things right.

I can change the past ... to make my future better.

No one ... will blame me.

Right? Will they?

I hadn't even noticed that tears were starting to burn in my eyes and I began to wipe them away; furiously. I'm not even cutting onions and I'm already crying! This time-travel drama bullshit is really getting to me! When I fix all this I'm definitely gonna ask for a raise and a vacation!

I took in deep, steadying breaths; wiping my tears away before continuing to cut the food up with a smile on my face. "When Yukio gets back we can sit down and eat together!" I exclaimed as I poured the chopped up vegetables into the boiling pot.

The tears came back, but I held them back. I wouldn't cry this time. I wanted this more than anything. I hadn't had a meal with my brother since ... it feels like forever.

I just want this. I don't want this to end.

Not ever...

I grabbed a wooden ladle to test the soup, but before I could I felt a sudden vibration in the pockets of my school uniform. I frowned in irritation and growled as I brought out my cell phone; glaring at the number that was displayed on it before opening it.

"WHAT! I'M BUSY!" I shouted into the mouth-piece, obviously pissed that someone interrupted me while cooking. And going through many depressing thoughts about my future...

"You? Busy? Ha!" The person on the other line laughed at me as if it were a joke.

"I'm cooking dinner, Shura! So, when I'm in the kitchen I don't like being interrupted!" I exclaimed into the phone, still a little peeved off, but I had started to calm down a little.

"Alright. Geez, kid. I was only calling because I thought yeh might want to know about Yukio's condition."

Condition?!

Just like that I dropped the ladle I had been holding; my face frozen in shock. There was fear in my deep blue eyes as I stared at the wall on the other side of the room. Something happened to Yukio? On a mission? How? How could that happen? He's always so careful! He's not reckless like I am ... was ... so what happened!?

"W…What happened to him, Shura? Tell me!" I exclaimed; holding the phone as close as possible to my pointed ear.

"He's not as bad yeh think. He's just got a broken arm, that's all," her reply was smooth and casual. A little too casual for my liking.

"Where is he?"

"Huh!? Kid, it's ten at night. Yeh won't be allowed in!"

"I don't care! I want to see him!" I wasn't just angry, but I was upset; afraid even. It had already started. Fate had already started to take my brother away from me.

No.

I won't let that happen.

Not this time.

I'm getting a second chance and I'll make sure that nothing happens to him…

As I was thinking about this I didn't even register Shura sigh to herself until I heard her voice. "Alright. He's at True Cross General Hospital."

"Thanks, Shura…" I hung up before the woman could put another word in. I sighed to myself and turned my attention back to the soup and shrieked when I saw the over-boiled pot and turned the stove off. "Damn it … I forgot to turn the stove off…" I sniffed as I stared at the ruined, over-boiled, bubbly remains of the soup.

Stop, Time

I arrived at True Cross General Hospital forty-five minutes later since I had had to get rid of the ruined dinner before I could leave the dorm. I wouldn't want Yukio to come back to a dorm with soup remains in the kitchen; I also wouldn't want that since I'm the one that mainly uses the kitchen. I then ran from the school to the hospital in Academy Town. When I got to the receptionist desk I instantly got looks from the people in the lobby, but I didn't care. I wanted to see my brother. I was panting from all the running I did to get over here, and it was just know if Yukio was alright. Damn, I should have taken the bus, but do they run this late at night? I can't remember.

I wouldn't usually worry about my brother like this. I'd usually just visit him with no worries and tell him 'to hurry up and get better!'. This time was different however, but that didn't mean that I couldn't at least see if my brother was alright.

I had a bad feeling about this.

Like it was some sort of omen.

Like it was leading to what was meant to happen.

I don't like this. Not at all.

"Where's the room that Yukio Okumura is staying in?" I exclaimed, nearly shouted at the woman at the desk.

"I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over," she told me; a little taken aback at the shout.

"I have to see him, Miss! He's my little brother!"

"Oh, you're his family. You may go through then."

I thanked her and rushed through after she told me what room my brother was staying in. I ran down the long hall and came to a pretty normal looking door; opening it and saw my younger brother. He was sitting up on a bed with his left arm in a papier-mâché cast and cotton-like sling.

Yukio looked over to the door with shock on his face when he saw me standing there he quickly turned his attention to the person in the chair beside his bed; glaring at them. "Shura, you told him!"

The woman with flaming red hair just shrugged her shoulders at Yukio's exclamation. "He deserved to know, chicken."

I blinked at hearing this. "Wait…" I looked between the big-breasted woman sitting in the visitor's seat and my brother with a frown on my face; realising what my brother's outburst meant. "…you weren't going to tell me you were injured! How could you, Yukio?"

Yukio just glared back at me before taking his glasses off and putting them on the bedside table. "I wasn't going to tell because I knew you would react this way. It's how you've always been, Rin."

"I've never been…" I stopped myself from saying anymore and bit my lip as I heard a sigh come from Yukio.

He was right. I've always been protective of him; like when we were kids. It's that side of me that I never grew out of. I'm the older brother I have to be the protective one.

Don't I?

"Go back to the dorm, Rin. I'll be back there in a day or so. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." Yukio gave me a light smile and I couldn't help but let slip a worried glance at my brother's broken arm. My ocean blue eyes glinted with small tears that I wouldn't let fall. I could tell; I just could. It's already starting…

Here's chapter two of my Blue Exorcist fic 'Stop, Time'. I changed the genre for this from supernatural/family to tragedy/family because mainly this is about Rin's struggle of trying to fix his future along with keeping that he's FROM the future secret. The action doen't really start until a little later. It's just mainly what's going on inside Rin's head right now and how he's coping with being back in the past. You can tell he obviously comes from a bad future.

Well, that's enough from me. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

P.S. I wrote this while listening to 'Assiah Fantasia First Movement Call Me Later'. One of the OST's from Blue Exorcist; it really got me in that feely mood. Sniff...

D0A OUT!