Well, here we go! the newest chapter to PR. Man this was epic to write and I manged to update right on schedule! I'm happy, thanks for all those that reviewed or read this. It makes me excited to share all the ideas bottled up inside~ Ok, enough talking!

Warning: Mephisto's dirty thoughts, Amaimon's adorable creepyness, cussing, gore (just a bit), holy water (beacuse that shits poison), Shura's violent tendencies, Angel (that's a warning in itself), gratious German and teasing Amaimon. Plus chewing gum. O.o

Ok, now that's out of the way!

Disclaimer:Don't own in no way shape or form these idiots, don't think I have enough responsibilty to keep them from blowing up the city, Assiah, or for that fact all of reality. Though the plots all mine~

Here you go I'll stop yakking and let you enjoy.

Chapter 2

[Mephisto]

This child needs a spanking. Of all the nerve! If I had ever dared talk to Tou-san as he just did why—no, I don't even want to think of the consequences that would surely would have ensue. Taking a few steps away from the bed I rubbed the bags under my eyes. This child is a handful—more so then Amaimon ever was that's for sure. I shook my head one last time and departed the room. Before I opened the door though, something made me hesitate and turn around. One last glance at the bed where my youngest brother slept unburied a memory long ago forgotten…

I abruptly turned and walked out the door brushing the intruding tightening of my chest aside like a spider-web and turning out the lights while I went. I had no time for such trivial things, first thing first, his safety and Amaimon's too. What with the amazing way they seem to attract such undue trouble…

I left the inky-blue haired child lying alone in my bedroom and made my way down the hall and into my office via the green door to the right of the usual red and black wooded entrance. A few steps forward and I now stood next to my desk. Walking around its edge I sat heavily down on the brown-cushioned and red-wooden-rimed rolling chair. I stippled my hands under my chin leaning against the top of the cherry-mahogany desk and waited.

I didn't have to for long. The lock on the red and black doors gave a solid "clu-chunk" when a key was inserted and the lock turned. It opened and in stepped the very demon I had sent for earlier.

Clad in a maroon jacket with stitched in golden-thread, crossbones on the left side, along with a gold and orange-striped tie around his neck, he also wore a cream vest around his midriff. A shirt of dark maroon was striped with light pink and lime colored lines under it. His pants were also the same color like his ragged jacket, but with a diamond patterned motif in golden miniature imprinted on them and a white belt with a matching upside-down golden skull, belt-buckle holding them up. Underneath all his clothes he wore green tights around his arms and the same color stockings upon his legs. His feet were clad in his maroon and golden-skulled Persian boots.

Amaimon strode in, closing the door behind him while he walked towards the window behind and to the left side of my desk. His appearance had recovered back to its usual paler-than-normal color and he had calm down somewhat in regards to his antics of late.

I was pleased, for just a few weeks or so ago he had been beaten pretty severely by dear Rin while he had been under the indigo flames rapture, causing him to turn into a hamster—a rather small green-furred one with purple eyes and his usual tell-tail spike. Hmm, maybe I should have him turned into a hamster more often…

While still eating a lot and getting on my nerves, essentially it was still Amaimon, except he was easier to manage and even easier entertained—if a hamster-wheel can be called entertainment. A small smirk made itself known on my face while I thought about him amusing himself for hours inside the tiny, see-through contraption.

My smirk melted a bit when I remembered how he had started to badger me more persistently after his human host body was destroyed. I was even forced to on several occasions to both toss a wad of hundred-yen notes at him and shove him out the door just so I could finish my paperwork. The somewhat watered down smirk completely disappeared when I recalled how on a few days even that wasn't enough.

I licked my lips staring appreciably at the back of his lithe figure, eyes roving down to his hips and then to the delectable view of his backside. Yes, I believe I've made more use of that tie of his then he has, what with the way he always squirms and tries to escape when I take him…Heh, if I didn't he would assuredly rip my sheets to pieces. When I don't, I usually have to order new ones from that boutique in Egypt.

I sniffed, miffed at the cost of linen these days with the economy being what it is. Remembering that there was work to do on that cue, I pulled my mind out of my thoughts and settled on the subject before me, a darling little brother that has been ignoring me for the past few days ever since the kidnapping in Kyoto.

He hadn't looked at me since he came in, but seemed intent to stare off into space, unusually not eating something when he came in like was his custom. He didn't bother to take off his jacket either; which normal etiquette usually dictated him to do so. Plus, it was just common curtsy, which I had already steadfastly taught him so long ago. To see him breaking such rules at this time must mean that he either was really ticked off or severely depressed and each one in its own right did not bode well for his health nor for that matter, of anyone who might manage to set him off. His mood swings are absolutely unbearable.

I grimaced, feeling the makings of a migraine start to form while I sighed. I unclasped my hands and tilting my chair back a ways, turned to face him, cheek resting against my left hand. "Amaimon."

He didn't turn; instead he began rummaging in his jacket pocket and brought out a piece of chewing gum.

My eye twitched when he un-wrapped it's green wax wrapper and popped it into his mouth—Amaimon knew of all the candies in Assiah I completely loathed chewing gum. So sticky and the smacking, my word!It was no better than smoking, snuff, drugs, or chewing tobacco in my book. Vile, improper, and downright rude the practice was, who ever made such ill-conceived a notion to chew gum should be hanged, taken down while still alive, quartered and have their tongues ripped out and burned.

I continued to stare at him while he flagrantly flouted my rules, right in front of me. How bold of him, he knows of what unspeakable horrors I could place on him for such an infraction! Yet, he—who so whole-heartedly tries to escape his punishments—does the very opposite of what would keep him out of trouble and thus causes heavier punishments to befall him!

Just when I was about to utter such a phrase that would—like always—have him shame-faced, he had the audacity to speak. With his mouth open—while he was still chewing—and smacking, gum. "You made it sound like it was the coming of the end times when you called me, Aniue."

What I heard from the multi-green headed Earth king was: "Yerg mag ert sonder liker weas ther comin ofher end terms where yerg carlled meh, Anua."

My curly-cue twitched along with my left-eye when my little brother talked with his mouth full. I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him. "Amaimon…what—and I say this for about the seven hundredth and fifty-second time—have I told you about speaking with your mouth open?"

He finally turned towards me locking his teal-green eyes with my jade ones—with the gum still being chewed in his orifice—and blew a bubble. It popped and he deadpanned, "Not to."

I almost bent him over my desk then and there. By shear willpower—and I do mean willpower, because I was so tempted to pound the insolence out of him—let the comment go like I didn't hear him and spoke again. "Amaimon spit that out this minute or I will make sure you won't be able to walk for a month. Do I make myself clear?"

His droopy eyes widened by several inches while he quickly swallowed the gum. He gulped somewhat nervously and snatched his eyes from mine, knowing full-good-and-well that he had just done something wrong. Clearing his throat in a hurry, he drew his eyes to the window again peeking back and forth at me in an uneasy way; his eyes were wide with only a slight frown on his face otherwise indicating he was nervous.

I continued to stare at him, the silence soon becoming unbearable. Looking everywhere, but at my flinty glare, he mumbled, "So what is it you want…Aniue?"

My eyes furrowed when he added the honorific hesitantly. I pursed my lips at the blank façade of his, always making it a pain to read his emotions. So I looked down at his fists. Usually if he is agitated, he would clench them so tight blood seeps out of the wounds inflicted by his sharp black nail that all demons have.

Oh my, something certainly is causing him stress. My expression did not change, but I knew that something was bothering him. After all if the angry looking fleshy tatters of his palm were to be of any indication, then that was certainly it. Something was defiantly wrong, the problem was finding out what was causing it.

I don't have time for this. Rin will no doubt wake up again and next time he'll probably be able to walk and that could prove troublesome… While I sat there quietly debating on what to do I could see Amaimon… grimacing, eyes creased in anger, out of my peripherals?

Surprised and little bit perturbed, I quickly make up my mind. Amaimon almost never shows such blatant emotion, nor does he usually act like this in front of me…

I immediately stood up.

This made Amaimon stiffen. I could almost see his expression twist from his earlier emotion to panic when no doubt, the thought "Run" came to mind.

One look from me and he reluctantly stood his ground, body relaxing back to his normal slouch—once again, forgetting the "No slouching" rule—but I say reluctant, because of the uneasy emotion marring his face, pulling the side of his lips down a quarter of a fraction.

So very unusual…one: he wasn't eating something when he came, two: he didn't take off his coat as per custom, three: he could have pulled anything out of his pockets if he wanted, but he chooses gum of all things to chew, and four: he is showing emotion around me without prompt! No, something isn't right at all. I walked the few steps from my desk to the window he was staring out of every now and then, and I came straight up to him.

Tilting my head ever so slightly, I walked past him and came to a stop on his other side, peering at him at his own eye level. Pausing for a second, I stepped in front of him; circling him before coming to a stop right behind him once again.

"Amaimon," I reached out and grabbing his shoulders—which stiffened when I touched him, "It's come to your loving big brothers attention," —and squeezed them while I slowly tilted him back. "That something seems to be, oh, I don't know,"I trailed my right hand down his shoulder to his arm and wrapped it around his stomach, "Bothering you." —while doing the same with my left, but around his neck. "Now, of course, you do know you can tell me anything." Ever so slightly, I rested my head on his left shoulder and using my left hand, moved his face next to mine.

The entire time he maintained the same stony attitude he gained when I started touching him with only his body's subtle actions giving away his true feelings. Humph, you've learned how to control your emotions somewhat, but you still have much to learn. Sometimes you have to let go. Always blank and then suddenly lashing out at the tiniest barb…

I too, kept a nonchalant expression upon my visage, but when Amaimon continued to keep his tongue I grew frustrated. I have other things that need to be done. I can't stay here playing Twenty Questions with him.

Finally, I sighed and nipping him slyly at the neck let go of his person, causing him to stumble. I looked down at him when he almost fell on the floor. He scowled and narrowed his eyes not paying any attention to the slight bleeding wound on his neck. "Tsk'ing", I showed my displeasure and ignoring his eyes on me walked back to my desk ready to sit down.

But, by every demon in Gehenna, that's when my cell phone decided to ring. Fanfare filled the air while I dug inside my suit pocket for the pink contraption. Finding it, I whipped it out, the clangor of the charms creating a tinkle-like glass sound with the added sound affect of my ringtone going off.

Sliding it open, I spoke, {"Sir Mephisto Pheles~"}

{"MEPHISTO, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, NOW!"}

We both—Amaimon and I—winced as Kirigakure Shura's voice bellowed out of the tiny speaker of my phone. I glanced at it and smartly turned down the volume while another line of scathing sentiments came rushing through the wire.

{"WELL? IS IT MOVING?"}

I seized my chance to speak and asked, {"Whatever is this all about Shura-san?"}

Instead of more yelling the next voice that spoke—softly, because of the volume—I knew well, it was Okumura Rin's little human brother, Yukio. {"Come to the hospital. Immediately."}

{-"Please hang up or-"}

I once again glanced down at my phone, shaking my head in disbelief. Every single one of them! Then I heard giggling. Turning slowly, what did I see? Empty space, so I looked up and there was Amaimon sitting on the rafters above snickering at the events that just unfurled.

Narrowing my eyes at him, he still continued to do so.

He even daring to add in his two cents, "My poor Aniue…they really don't seem to like you that much."

Disgusted with such blatant disrespectful behavior I snapped my fingers and out of a pink cloud—coupled with several bright colored, marshmallow stars—appeared my patched umbrella with its ice-cream coned handle. I pointed it at the rafters where my little brother sat. "Eins."

Amaimon stopped chuckling and recoiled as if he had been slapped.

"Zwei."

He scrambled away from the point that I was aiming at.

"Drei!"

He jumped and tumbled, holding his head while he hit the floor. Not feeling anything trying to attack him, he glanced up looking for one of my familiars. Not seeing any he sat straight up, blinking in confusion.

I strode toward him, away from the windows to the center of my office, where he had landed. Bending slightly at the waist, I tapped him three times on the head with my umbrella hard, causing him to wince. "Next time, I really will summon one of my familiars, so behave."

Wide-eyed, he nodded slowly in assent.

Smirking, I stood straight and walking to the door mantle waving behind me—I grabbed it while Amaimon wasn't looking, my top hat too—and placed my top hat on my head, pulling on my lavender gloves. Before opening the door, wagged my finger at the poor thing.

"Now, I have some business to attend to, you-" I pointed at him, "Will stay here and act like a good Nii-san and watch over dear Rin in the bedroom—that was originally why I had called you—" I gave him a glare almost pointed like that spike of his and finished, "While I'm away. No one is to come in or out of this office and he most certainly is not to get out of bed. If he wakes, then preoccupy him, but do not harm him. He is weak enough as is without being thrown around or hit. Do I make myself clear?"

I watched while his eyes seem to light up at the mention of Rin, but thought nothing of it except for the fact that Amaimon had started to enjoy Rin's presence. Seeing Amaimon nod quickly, I chuckled and pulling a two-pronged golden key with two snakes around a pole etched into its frame, out of my pocket, I placed it inside the door's lock and twisted it. The "clu-chunk" of the turning tumblers echoed throughout the room.

I swung the door open revealing an entirely different corridor then the one originally outside that particular entrance and saying my farewell left the room without looking back.

I closed it, locking the now white-painted, wooden entrance behind me with the same key, and I place it into my pocket. Making my way down the hall I whistled, umbrella in hand, swinging it around and around while I walked on to what I was sure to be an utter waste of my time.

[Amaimon]

When the door closed, I scowled. So easily distracted Aniue, actually believing I would just meekly follow your orders. I glanced at the green door to the left of me and the red double doors that had just closed in front of me. Time for some fun and if possible, revenge. A vicious smile curled on my lips while I licked them in excitement.

I stood up only to abruptly sit back down due to the soreness of my body. That stupid brat went too far back in that courtroom. I was still feeling residual twinges of pain in my essence from his fire. Standing up again, I slowly dusted myself off and scowled once more. Aniue was trying to make fun of me…I don't like being made fun of, at all. I glanced around and decided to take off my jacket. After I did so, I tossed it onto the yellow arm-chair a few feet away from Aniue's desk.

Satisfied, I walked to the smaller, green, less-noticed door and opening it, I walked down the corridor connecting Aniue's office with his often unused bedroom. The last time I was in there it was because of the whole fiasco with those Exorcists in that stupid theater. I shivered slightly. He told me to test Rin didn't he? Sheesh, so what if I make a little mess? Aniue has enough money to fix his stupid academy several times over…Besides I helped bring out Rin's power didn't I?

I stopped at the double doors, leading into his bedroom. They were white and purple just like his wardrobe choice. I long ago became use to Aniue's fondness for pink and white, even if they weren't typical demon colors. Purple's ok, it's the color of royalty, both here in Assiah and Gehenna; though blue's used more often than purple like red and black are too.

While my mind began to wander I forgot that I was standing in front of the door, yet to open it. I often do that and Aniue gets on to me for not paying attention. I snapped out of my daze when I realized he would be coming back soon and if I was to have some fun before he got back, I would have to make it snappy. So, opening the left door I quietly entered the room. I didn't bother to turn on the lights, demons have stronger eyesight then humans; plus, the fact was that I could navigate Aniue's bedroom with my eyes closed. I shuddered slightly. I've had to do it before.

The only light in the room came from behind the curtains. The moon light in Assiah is dreadfully bright, so much so that it flittered through Aniue's flimsy curtains. I walked around the footboard to the visible side of the bed. There I saw my target sleeping on it.

He was curled up underneath the blankets, hands by his face and by the lumping together of the sheets I could tell he was sleeping like a cat, his face nuzzled into the pillow. He had a rag sitting on his head; I guess he had a fever or something. He breathed slowly, by the rise and falling of his chest I could tell he was alive. This was good. I can't have fun with a dead person, now can I?

So naïve…he can't even feel me standing right next to him. I huffed in amusement wondering what to do now; with my hands on my hips I looked around. I mean the kid was asleep, should I wake him up? If I did, what would I do? I've thought about doing many things to him, but now that I'm here my minds blank.

I sighed, pursing my lips in boredom. I've come all this way for what, to watch someone sleep? Gahhh, I want to have some fun! Leaning down, I stooped over him watching his face for any sign that he was about to wake up.

Several seconds passed silently while the tick-tock of the clock and his breathing were the only thing I heard. I sunk to the floor, laying my head down on the bed in the process, a disgruntled frown slipping onto my face. This is so mind-numbing! I tried to imagine anything, anything at all that I could do to alleviate this humdrum task.

Then I heard it, the self-same hum that I heard back in the council chamber and Kyoto. A smile stretched out across my face. I sat back and reached for the drawer by the bed. I opened it to reveal the same sword Iheld back in the amusement park. I took it out leaving the red bag in there. Holding it up in the air with my right, I sneered. Now this is something I can use! I began to bounce with excitement. Then I deflated. This stupid sword was also the thing that pierced me, during the second fight with the child, burning away my human host and leaving me with only my animal one, a hamster. My eyes twitched. I really don't like this damn thing.

I debated on whether to break it or hide it somewhere. Just so I could watch him panic. But no, Aniue would skin me alive if I did that. Back to square one, I settled down, trying to figure out what to do now. What to do, what to do? I couldn't throw it out the window. I can't break or jack it up. So, what could I do? A light bulb flashed. I sneered, standing up while I then peeked at the still snoozing figure of my Otouto.

Aniue did tell me to keep him in bed…If I woke him up and he tried to get out of bed, I could just say I was doing as I was told to do. I scratched my chin, examining the blade carefully. I wondered if I unsheathed it, would it burst into blue flames like last time and wake him up or if I should just do it myself and then hit him with it?

Another thought unexpectedly came to mind, why could I not just stab him with the damn thing? If I made the wound shallow enough and cleaned up the blood before Aniue came back he would never know. Along with the fact that Otouto probably wouldn't even wake up if I did it slowly…I snickered and climbed onto the bed. Even if he does wake up it is all fun to me~

Grinning maliciously, I kneeled over him, pulling back the blanket revealing his small frame in the moonlight. He was wearing one of Aniue's yukuta's. I growled. Aniue always let me wear his…I bit my lip, a deep pang of jealousy swelling inside my chest cementing my resolve to go through with what I planned. I was going to teach the little upstart his place in the family.

Unsheathing the sword,—which didn't blaze with blue flames, so I guess when he is asleep or unconscious it wouldn't, go figure—I tossed the scabbard behind me, letting it clatter to the floor somewhere by the door.

Pulling back the yukuta's front, I exposed a pale square of his skin. I moved him to where he was lying on his back; limbs splayed leaving him wide open and vulnerable like a new-born kitten, the white rag on his head falling to the sheets. I shook my head at this. He really is such kid; I can't understand why Tou-san and Aniue think he's so strong. He beat me by a fluke. Even the show he put on in Kyoto was nothing more than his desperate attempt to fight his way out of the corner that he got himself backed into. He is nothing, but a helpless, untrained child flailing around, cavorting with those idiotic humans. At least Aniue has a plan; this one just makes friends with them for no sake, but to be friends! It's appalling, in the greatest sense of the word. I'm going to show him who the real superior demon is here. He's the Otouto in the family and I'm the second youngest, there is no way he's stronger than me, it's just not right! He should be looking up to me! Not down!

I placed the sword over his right shoulder while I sneered, giggling, "Let's play a game, ne, Otouto?"

I raised it slightly and pushed down.

[Mephisto]

I trounced down the hall, parasol swinging in tune to the nameless song I was whistling. My white, satin cloak fluttered behind me, while I made my way down the hall to Kirigakure Shura's hospital ward which was bound to be accommodating the other troublesome Exorcist demanding my presence. I shook my head in exasperation when I reached the entrance to the room.

I allowed myself a few seconds to examine the hospital interior decorations. Really now, they have such bland décor here. Maybe I should order them to redo the entire hospital?

I opened the door still musing at the idea when it swung inward, a pair of swords swinging towards my head. Of course, I disappeared in a pink cloud—accompanied by rainbow stars—and reappeared across the room when Angel's and Shura's sword stuck into the door's frame, when they encountered the thin air of my previous position with a solid "thwack". Hmm, looks like she has more than just Yukio for company.

I "tsk'ed" and wagging my finger at the culprit, winked. "Now Shura-san you really should not be standing up—or swinging multiple heavy swords around for that matter. You'll only hurt yourself."

An angry growl was the only answer while surprisingly, the ExWires, Suguro, who was in his light, navy- colored hospital attire and Shima, dressed in his street clothes, held the fuming vermillion and flaxen-haired female in hand. "Asshole! What are you playing at? Where's the kid! Ya better answer me dammit; if anything happens to him I'll-"

I held up my gloved hand stopping the graciously—thank the lower ninth circle of hell—clothed in hospital pajamas Shura, in mid-sentence. Using my umbrella, I then took off my top hat, wasting no time in twirling it around and rapping it with its top three times at its brim. "Eins, Zwei, Drei!"

Confetti and streamers spewed out while several photographs popped out. Flourishing them to the crowd of fuming Exorcists, nervous ExWires and the scowling Paladin, I showed them the serene sleeping face of Okumura Rin, well, of course, sleeping.

Shura stopped struggling in the boys grasp and everyone blinked.

Then I felt the barrel of a gun touch the side of my head when the half-dressed in hospital-dress and street-outfitted Okumura Yukio cocked his gun. "And WHY, pray tell, do you have pictures of my Ani sleeping?"

I flicked the photos into the air letting them fall back into my upended hat. Rolling the said adornment back onto my head I addressed him, the tip of my parasol acting like a cane when I leaned on it sideways casually. Oh my, is that a blood vessel I see? "Why? Because one, I figured you would cause an uproar about his safety and two, I really couldn't resist, he just looked so cute sleeping-"

The sound of a second pistol being cocked and two blades being brandished interrupted me. I really do not like being interrupted.

I raised my right eyebrow in amusement when the white-wearing Angel joined the fray with his sword Caliburn—recently retrieved from the wooden door frame, with Shura now hefting hers too. The two ExWires must have released her due to the little bit of shock they went through after seeing the cute pictures of my sleeping Otouto. Ah, who can blame them~

"That is not the issue! The real problem here is that you have conspired against the Vatican for the last time demon! Let the Grigori council decide your fate. For now they wish to know where the demon spawn Okumura Rin is!"

The eternal grin that I showed up with, widened even more so with his words. Foolish man, does he ever learn?

Both the younger Okumura and Shura added their two cents in too. Yukio, shifting his stance, still aiming at me, began, "You will tell us where you are keeping my Ani and as much as you've helped us since the beginning there is some credit to his words, Sir Pheles. You've always been ready to jump into the fray just at the most opportune times. Shaping things to suit your purpose as it has been; what excuse do you have for that demon showing up when he did, saving my Ani, when he had previously tried to kill him? And where were you when the fighting broke out? You just conveniently appeared to stop the Earth King from going on a rampage. Then you just up and disappear with Ani and him both. We want answers. And we want them now."

Shura equally stood her ground, tightening her grip on her sword, adding, "No excuses this time around Mephisto, we want the truth. The whole truth or you're not leaving this room with your head on your shoulders, understand?"

I looked in between the three still entertained by the turn of events. They want the truth? Hmmm, let us see if they can handle it. Eyes flashing, I stood tall while dramatically flourishing my gloved hands. "By all that is unholy, must you three be so tactless?" I wagged my finger at them. Smiling wide, I enjoyed their taken aback faces. "You had to ambush me just to find out that I'm acting on orders that come directly from the leader of us all, the Pope?"

Silence pervaded the room while Angel and the other two balked in amazement at my statement. The others also froze in incredulity as the silence stretched on. My Cheshire grin only broadened, letting my sharp teeth showcase my delight at their reactions by its wide proportions. Humans are so fun to tease. I raised my umbrella in my right hand to point at Angel in particular. "Now that I have answered your questions, may I return to the work I have lying in my office? They are of pressing concerns and must be dealt with immediately. I came here expecting something urgent, not an ambush! Or are you going to keep me here at sword and gun point harassing me without cause?"

"Bullshit!"

My head turned to face the child Suguro, the son of the Most High Priest of the Cursed Temple and also the young man that was with Rin when the events unfolded into the undesirable path. I lowered my umbrella again and cocked my head, jade eyes narrowing to slits. "Yes, Suguro-san? Did I not make myself clear? I am under orders from the Pope to keep dear Okumura Rin safe. It would be for the best if we leave it at that and speak no more of it."

Before he could retaliate my phone decided to go off—again. Slightly aggravated, I dug it out while it trumpeted its usual fanfare and with charms clinking together, slid it open. Seeing all I needed to I closed it and put it away directing my attention again to the people in the room. "Gomen, I'm afraid something has come up, I must get back to my work. I'll see you all later. ~"

I bowed, my sly smile sharp when I turned progressing towards the door; I did not bother to even give the weapons trained on me a second glance. I made it to the doorway when a female voice spoke up.

I glanced behind me briefly to see young Moriyama-san addressing me. I raised my eyebrow slightly, bidding her to speak, a bit impatient from the message I had received.

"Is Ri-Rin okay? I mean h-he isn't hurt too badly or a-anything like that?"

My smile transformed into one of congeniality and speaking calmly, "No, he will be fine Moriyama-san. I'll pass on your regards when he wakes." I twisted my head back around waving my left hand bid them farewell. "Ja mate ne!"

"Wait, just one minute demon! It does not matter what excuse you have for your actions I'm detaining you and the demon child for question-"

I turned around fully and advanced towards Angel. I really am done playing around. I looked him straight in the eye awhile I leaned forward and poked him in the chest, hard. Now, the man was taller than me, but just barely. I announced for all the room to hear me, "I. Am. Going. Back. To. Work. Detain me any further and I'm afraid you will see a something very unpleasant. Understand? And my name is Sir Mephistopheles, Arthur. Auguste. Angel."

Not waiting for an answer, I was out of the room in seconds and striding halfway down the hall before anyone in the room began to react. Not that I cared. Someone had entered my office—without my permission. When I was past that hallway leading to Shura's room I quickened my pace hoping that nothing bad had happened. Knowing those two, something most definitely happened. Something always does.

[Rin]

I thought I was having another nightmare. You know the ones were you know it's a dream, but you can't wake up? At least that's what I thought it was when I saw the same demon from the Mephy Land and the forest above me, holding in his left hand my flaming blue sword pointing directly at me.

My eyes widened when one blade became two and a sharp searing pain hit my right shoulder. I cried out, and I instinctively rolled away from the weapons, knowing this was without a doubt not a dream.

The demon on top of me was caught by surprise and rolled with me. I landed on my back a few feet away from where the swords struck the bed.

My eyes wide, I stared at the spot where I had almost been impaled and noticed that beside my sword was a very familiar grey compass sticking out of the mattress. Then I noticed the previous demon and recognized him to be Amaimon, the Earth King, who was above me, crouching on top of my body, his eyes wide like mine in surprise.

He looked at the second weapon sticking out of the bed. His face turned to mine and our eyes met for a second. Sapphire and topaz clashed for a moment before I slammed mine shut and screamed in pain.

[Amaimon]

I saw his eyes flutter open and I struck. Or I meant to, his eyes widened looking at me and before I knew it we were rolling across the bed, the sword which had burst into flames when his eyes opened lodged into the mattress making me miss my target.

Although, I soon realized that I wasn't the only one aiming for him. Another weapon struck the surface of the bed while we rolled away causing me to lose my grip on his sword. In shock, I twisted back to my Otouto and met his eyes. Why...

He looked back at me with those cobalt orbs shining in the light of his lurid flames consuming the bed sheets. They were filled with a questioning distress while he searched my face for answers. He was obviously afraid. Before anything else could happen he suddenly shut them, face scrunching up in anguish and then he screamed.

His wailing echoed about the room, a loud shout of pain while he began to thrash under me.

I wondered off-handedly if I had hurt him. I quickly pinned him down so he would stop moving erratically—and cause me to fall off the side of the bed—I became aware of the blood beginning to stain the yukuta he was wearing.

The purple changed to dark crimson and the sweet scent of his blood mixed with the burning vapors from his sword eating the o-zone and the linen. I was so startled I immediately searched for the cause of it.

Then I smelt the odor of burning skin and slowly lifting the torn fabric over his bicep, saw the large gaping wound in his pale skin. I almost ripped the sheets under my fingers, seeing red. The skin…it's being eaten! I growled. That means… "Holy water!"

He finally stopped writhing under me and whimpered. He clung to my arms while the accursed, blessed water ate away at his body's flesh. Blood was beginning to seep from his injured arm into the bedspread, staining it. "Rin?"

I was shell-shocked. I wanted him to answer me. I needed for him to answer me.

He cracked open his eyes and tears fell down his face. That one look he gave me nearly sent me off the edge. It spoke volumes. But it was the agony in his voice while he cried out my name that finally made me snap. "Amaimon…"

The blood, his pathetic whining, the stench of burning flesh, it was too much. All too much. I ripped the sheets under my hands completely. I bared my teeth in rage. It was but a few seconds since the original impact and I could feel the presence of the attacker in the room. I whipped around still crouching over my Otouto when I caught sight of the assassin.

My breath caught when I recognized the perpetrator. The human crouched but a few feet away quickly hurried to his feet while he regained his senses when he realized he had missed us.

He lunged for his weapon still stuck in the bed under us. My turquoise eyes narrowed into furious slits when I snarled, "Neuhaus!"

I'm going to rip his head off and feed it to my Behemoth!

I leapt; my claws extended, reaching out for his face. He managed to tug his large drafting compass out of the blackened and charred material knocking my Otouto's sword away onto the floor. The flames surrounding it were only simmering on the surface of its blade.

"Ah!"

I knocked into him, sending him sprawling on the floor. When I stabbed down aiming for his throat he kicked me in the stomach and I hit the bed jarringly.

""Go to hell!"

I snarled in anger, rolling across the carpeted floor while his makeshift blade made to impale me. It sunk into the mattress and I regained my footing immediately pivoting, smashing my heel into his back.

He collapsed onto the floor and I snickered maliciously while grabbing his Exorcist coat collar and spinning him around tried to punch his face into the ground. "Why don't you go to hell?"

He brought up his weapon, managing to tug it out of the bed and used it to parry my strike. The sound of metal bending under pressure filled the room while he held me back. I could see the hate in his cold steel-blue eye. He struggled to keep me at bay but it was obvious that we were on two completely different levels.

Sneering, I pushed harder till little by little the metal began to twist and warp, crumbling inwards on itself. I should have disposed of him as soon as Aniue told me about him. I knew that he was a bad idea. Humans are just too stubborn; most of them don't even believe we exist! Well, too late now…He has chosen his fate. The eye-patched man looked pained when I, snarky and with a demented grin on my face added, "I wonder...how long will you be able to hang on to your pitiful life with your guts hanging out for the entire world to see?"

That must have frightened him because a bead of sweat trickled down his face, but he growled out in return, with an almost unheard of show of bravado, "And I wonder how long you'll scream before the holy water I'm going to pour down your throat kills you!"

I blinked, not impressed at his threat, wondering if he was even fully aware of how strong I was. Compared to me he was nothing but a cockroach; one, which was particularly annoying and that never seemed to die no matter how many times you tried to squash it. In my mind he was already dead and gone, nothing but a faint memory. Now only if he would stop talking. Dead people can't talk. They're not allowed to; Tou-san's said so.

I had calmed down a bit, my rage sliding back to bored detachment when I realized he was not even going to be a challenge. He just got lucky, sneaking up on me because I was too busy playing with my Otouto.

While I was thinking, his weak grip began to falter and I, taking it as a sign that he was tiring, stopped pushing with my full strength. Deciding instead of slaughtering him quickly, I wanted to kill him at my leisure now. After all if Aniue comes in and sees me disposing of someone who was trying to kill Otouto he'll be so proud! He might even give me candy~

I wasn't expecting him to trick me by suddenly lashing out. He hit me with the edge of his drafting tool in my side then kicked me backwards with his boot-clad feet in the stomach.

I landed a few feet away with an "oomph" and flipped over hitting the floor on my belly.

I heard him slip to his feet and twisting backwards managed to cartwheel out of the path of his sharp weapon, landing almost back against the wall at the entrance to Aniue's bathroom. The man stood facing me, staring me down, with his own back to the sliding glass doors that lead to the closet of my Aniue.

"Give up. I'm not going to stop trying to kill you even if you end up killing me. You're going to die either way, little monster!"

I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and hear it break. How dare him! This idiot comes in trying to kill us? We're demons and he is nothing but a feeble human. Who does he think he is! Impudent, good-for-nothing servant! My teeth gritted while my infuriation with him began to spike again and I could feel the puncture marks from my claws when they dug into my palms in fury while I quickly became livid. He even dared to try and touch our Otouto, if Tou-san knew…

"After I finished with you I'm going to rid this world of the other two devil spawn starting with that-" he lifted his weapon out of the floor where it had stabbed down into the carpet and pointed towards the ruined bed. "Disgusting brat!"

All I could concentrate on was his insolence. He had cut me off. With his blather. Going on and on about trying to kill my brothers. My patience snapped; my body and mouth acted before my mind did. "Only we're allowed to touch him, revolting bastard!"

My fist connected with his sternum sending him flying into the glass behind him with a loud "crunch". He slid to the floor with a satisfying "thud" and I watched overjoyed when I saw the tiny slivers of the reflective material poking out of his skin.

The Exorcist moved to get up, cursing when his hands were sliced open due to the sharp mirror pieces under him. Glass fell to the floor when he tried to stand up with the help of his drafting compass turned sword.

I watched this with a sick amusement and began to advance towards him bending at the waist to pick up a large piece of still intact mirror from the floor.

The scent of blood was in the air and it, along with a strange mix of anger, excitement, resentment, and protectiveness fueled my bloodlust.

I was going to have his head.

"Don't think so highly of yourself demon spawn! You are nothing but a weakling compared to the hate and misery that your father has left me. Every single second of every single day I mourn the loss of my family. You and him," He gestured back to the bed. "As well as Mephisto will pay for that. Even if I take my revenge with the last of my breath I'll destroy you. I swore it on that day."

I had stalked closer till I was standing above him. I sneered down at his pathetic human-self relishing in his despondency. I wasn't listening to what he was saying so I didn't catch what he was implying, I just wanted to make him suffer and see him beg, broken and bloodstained.

"Is that so? Hmmm, well, I could care less. I bet Tou-san enjoyed himself as he burned everything you held dear. He did, didn't he? He was laughing, using your own hands to slaughter what you loved~" I bent down, sniggering when I saw the rage in his eye's—whoops, I mean eye. I continued musing out loud, "Too bad he was trying to rescue that human otherwise he would probably have gone on a rampage in Assiah killing every," I caressed the shard of glass across his neck.

"Last," It left a line of blood.

"One," He met my sadistic teal gaze with his own ashy-cobalt, loathing-filled stare.

"Of," I taunted him with my wide sharp-toothed grin.

"You," He gritted his teeth when I tipped the gleaming shank against his Adam's apple. Heh, his desperate gasping for air when I cut his throat would be satisfying as sin.

"Fucking," My eyes wide and pupils dilated in ecstasy I dug it into his flesh.

"Exorcists!"

He moved, knocking the glass out of my hand and sent it spinning in the air finally imbedding itself into the floor a ways away. I screeched turning back to face him in irritation. I didn't expect him to grab a handful of shards of glass and chunk them at my face. "Gahhh!"

Before I knew it I was on sitting on glass debris, his scarred left-hand twisted in my hunter and forest-green hair.

I yelped in pain when he tugged on the locks causing tears to form at the corner of my eyes. I glared at him through the pain and snarled, "Dumbass, that hurts, let go!"

He sneered and tugged, frowning when I clawed at his gloved hand, scratching crimson, bleeding wounds down his arm. He yanked harder, a few strands tearing out of my head and bent it back, neck exposed. He then stabbed his compass into my leg eliciting a whine of pain from me when I clenched my teeth. It went straight through and stuck in the carpet.

My blood was pooling around me soaking into the floor. I tightened my grip on his arm while I choked in distress feeling the burn of the metal when I comprehended that it must have been made with holy silver along with being dipped in that poisonous holy water.

"Why? Here I thought you demons liked pain? Just sit still while I kill you."

Letting go of his weapon, he dug inside of his Exorcist coat bringing out a white canister with black writing on it.

I stared confused, till he snapped off a pin from the top and I realized with stark understanding that it was one of the many holy water grenades Exorcist carried around with them. I remembered what he had said earlier and cerulean eyes wide in panic, I swiped my hand across his chest in an attempt to break his grip on me before he could make good on his threat. My sharp claws raking across his chest left gory grooves in it; while the blood seeping out from his skin stained his shirt in a dark, cardinal, blood-spattered mess.

"Ugh!"

When he let go of me in shock, I tore the metal contraption out of my leg and dove to the left near the bed in a struggle to get far away from the ready-to-explode grenade. The said weapon had tumbled to the floor near the double doors and with a loud hiss and with a sound of implosion it soaked the nearby area with the acidic water. I let out a sigh I hadn't recognize that I was holding in and with a grimace made to stand up.

Though, when I went to do so my hand slid on top of something that was smooth and warm. Glancing down, I noticed the sword, Kurikara laying half-under the bed with its hilt peeking out. This is what I had touched and after I had, my mind cleared. Where it once was clouded by rage, pain, and a small dose of fright it now was replaced with a calm state of mind.

Understanding that I needed to take care of the threat in front of me, I immediately stood. The leg that had been punctured was almost healed all the way. Seeing how I was more powerful then my Otouto I could regenerate faster than he could. Though it still throbbed with pain because I wasn't anywhere near immune to the sanctified liquid like my half-brother was, I still stalked toward the bent figure of the Polish Exorcist gritting my teeth against the pain.

When I neared him, he stood up, staggering backwards away from me. He was holding his stomach tight, standing hunched over near the double doors leading out of the room.

He wasn't going to escape. I was finished playing and all I wanted now was to get rid of the annoyance bleeding all over Aniue's carpet soon as possible. "Enough. Just lie down and die."

The man dropped to the floor on his knees trying to stanch the blood flowing out of his abdomen. His abhorrent-filled gaze met my bored one while I stepped in front of his kneeling form. In my hands was the Koumaken that had been knocked on the floor and under the bed due to our brawl.

His eyes widened when he came to the conclusion of what I was planning to do. The eye-patch wearing Exorcist desperately snapped out, raising his blood-stained, gloved hand, "Then He called His twelve disciples together and gave them power and authority over all demons, and to cure-"

I raised the blue flame-swathed sword above my head. I intended to kill him in one blow. "Oh, shut up."

But just when I brought it down and before he could finish his silly "Fatal Verse" chant, an object collided with the back of my head. "Wha-?"

I twisted around slowly, glaring at the mass of fluff that had hit me and then turned my head to face the bed. There to my amusement/irritation was my Otouto, hand out stretched from throwing the pillow, with a grim pout on his baby face. "Why…don't you pick on someone…your own size?"

I blinked and lowered his sword staring at him till I finally let out a sardonic laugh/huff when the navy-haired child collapsed heavily onto the ruined bed. He tried to sit up again, but it looked like he was too weak to do so. I raised my eyebrow and snickered flabbergasted, "Hmm? You mean a pipsqueak like you? I've seen kittens that are more ferocious then you, Otouto~ just lay there and be quiet. I'll play with you in a minute." I pointed to the bloody mess of man behind me, "I just have to take care of this trash right here."

His indigo eyes widened and he gripped the sheets wincing from the nearly healed wound on his arm. "Who the hell…are you calling a pipsqueak…you stupid piece of broccoli?"

My playful grinned dropped and I glowered at him. He didn't flinch when I snarled softly, "What…did you just call me?"

He smiled daringly and managed to push himself up onto his haunches leaning forward and panting heavily. His left hand wrapped around the tear in the yukuta covering the still-healing abrasion and stuck his tongue out at me teasing, "You heard me; Broccoli~ forgot vegetables can't hear real well, can they?"

I stared daggers at the rude little brat and moved to make him take it back.

But I saw his eyes enlarge in horror at something behind me. I whipped around just when he shouted, "Watch out!"

There above me was Neuhaus, who held his drafting tool pointed at me.

I flinched, waiting for the blow to strike me. It never did. For in that instant, the double doors swung open with a bang.

"Eins, Zwei, Drei!"

A giant cloud made of pink and multi-colored confetti burst out of the opening with a loud boom.

"LAKRITZE KETTE!"

The smoke soon settled and I lowered the hands I had put up in defense to see the human with the eye-patch tangled up in a thick lattice of red and black stings of…licorice?

I stared up at the figure that walked through the door and he in turn swiveled his head from the floor to the bed and then at me. Emerald met topaz and with a feral grin he tipped the brim of his pink and purple striped white top hat up and sneered, "I can't leave you two alone for a second, now can I?"

Oh, nooo's~ I cliff-hanger! Du, du, duhhhh~

Don't worry things are only getting started. Please review and critic I would like to know if anything is misspelled or stuff like that. I enjoy indepth reviews just as much as small ones, love'em just the same!

Tarry a while. Thou art so fair. ~ Wild-Tama

P.S

I've been reviewing anomously as of late and would like to apologize for my lazyness. It's just so hard to log in on a small mobile device these days!

P.S.S

Resonance may take a bit longer to update. Just saying.

Edited: 6/24/12