A/N: Here's chapter two! Well...I guess it was already done, but I did make a few minor tweaks to this, as I did with the first chapter. Reading this again after a year definitely made me realize how redundant it was! Enjoy :)

II.

Rin's eyes slowly flickered open. 'Why do I feel like shit?' The surrounding area was very dim, the only light he could make out was coming from under what he was assuming was a door. 'Where the hell am I?' Rin tried pulling his right hand to his face to rub his eyes, only to feel a sharp pain in his wrist. 'I can't move my arm' His left also had the same result. 'What happened..?' The memory of an old man with a backwards head and blue flames flashed into his head. 'Satan.' He yelled out in frustration as he tried moving his arms again. Getting fed up with the futility of it all, he focused his energy and created a flame to illuminate around him. He quickly located the source. In the center of both wrists were nails, at least six inches long, bored straight into wood. No. This was a cross. 'The hell?' Coming to the realization of being suspended, his eyes widened in fear. "Let me down! Hello?!" He trashed, but only for a moment. The door slowly opened as he heard a low whistling. The tune seemed oddly effervescent and yet it somehow filled Rin with dread. Along with the whistling, he heard something scraping against the floor. Metal.

"Question," A graveled voice spoke so low, Rin had to completely focus to hear it. "What is the opposite of faith?" This time the voice seemed to have been coming from a different side of the room. "Not disbelief. Too final," it was now somewhere else. He couldn't keep up with which directions. "Too certain." Rin let out a cry of pain as a blunt force hit the left side of his face. "Too closed." He could feel warm liquid running down his neck. "Itself is a kind of belief," It was now right in front of him. "Doubt." There was another heavy blow to the front of Rin's head. He could feel his flesh being torn away with the hit. He let out another painful cry as his body became immersed in his flames. Rin lifted his gaze to look the person in question, blood dripping into his vision. The mystery was now completely illuminated by the light, yet the surrounding area was still pitch black. Shiemi stood directly in front of him, his blood covering her face and blouse. An amused smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she cocked her head. In her hand was an aluminum bat with what seemed to be jagged pieces welded to it. She had the end of it resting on the ground. "Oh my," the voice now imitating Shiemi's perfectly. She raised the bat and traced it up Rin's body, resting it under his chin. "How strong," the imitator licked her lips and moved the bat away from his face. "This should be fun."

"Who the hell are you?!" Rin screamed as his flames grew even bigger. He pulled his arms as much as he could, the nails slightly ripping through his wrists. "You think this is funny?" Blood continued to pour into his visage as his pupils contracted, his ears stretching to their demonic form. The Shiemi imitator cocked her head to the other side and giggled. She then dropped to the floor on her hands and knees. Her body started contorting and snapping as if it was reconstructing itself. Her skin started falling off in mass amounts like it had turned into liquid, pooling on the floor in front of her. The compilation of blood and skin started coagulating and reforming, reattaching itself to the contorted body. The figure stood up slowly and stretched out, letting the rest of the newly formed skin fuse to it's face.

"Is this more to your liking?" Before Rin stood an exact copy of the man who had raised him, Shiro Fujimoto. The demon raised his arms and smirked, revealing his fangs. "Would this make it easier for you? I'm not entirely sure how emotions work, but I know this old bag of bones meant something to you, am I right?" The demon walked over in a languid manner, grabbing Rin by the chin and forcing their eyes to meet. "I want to know what you're feeling right at this moment. I want to know every fear, every thought of doubt that might be running through that adorable little head of yours." His hand moved up to Rin's hair and ruffled it. "Tell me, are you afraid of what you are?" The demon grabbed the back of his head forcefully and lifted it up, bringing Rin nose to nose with him.

"I'm going to kill you," Rin spat in the demon's face. "I don't care who you become. Just wait until I get down from here!"

The demon's mouth twitched and he suddenly burst out with laughter. Taking a moment to gather his composure, he stepped back a bit from the suspended Rin. "Ha..you are amusing. Fortunately, that's what I am here for," he closed the space between them again. "And from the belly of the beast, it descends," the demon lifted his head towards the ceiling and reached an arm deep into the back of his throat, his jaws adjusting accordingly. He slowly pulled out what Rin immediately identified as the Kurikara sword. The demon smiled at Rin's expression and he slowly unsheathed it, delighted as more of his flames were unleashed. "Let's begin by breaking this awful attitude of yours, shall we?" and with that he brought the sword down upon his knee and shattered it in half.

With huge blue flames consuming the room, Rin ripped himself from the wooden cross, his powers being completely released from the sword. His ears were at full length and his pupils now slit. He bared his fangs as his face took on a complete animalistic look. Locking onto the shapeshifting demon, Rin launched himself and reached out to grab it by the face. Their bodies collided, sending them toppling to the ground. Rin pinned the false Shiro to the ground by his arms, dark black nails digging into its skin. The demon's face was nothing but excited as he watched Satan's son unleash his anger. With a demonic scream, Rin continuously laid punch after punch onto the demon's face, slowly denting it in. The demon never let the smile leave his face. Finally pulling away and breathing heavily, Rin stepped off taking a look at what he had done. There was nothing left of the face of the man who raised him. 'Why does this feel so gratifying?' A single tear ran down his face as he dropped to his knees. His hands shook as he raised them and studied his blood covered knuckles. A slow clapping sounded from behind him.

"It feels great, doesn't it?"

'That voice..' Rin quickly stood and turned his body to face the location of the clapping. "Show yourself!" he let out with a roar, followed by a flame that burst into the darkness. 'Nothing's there?'

"I see you had no issues putting a damper in Carreau's fun. As is expected of my bloodline," Satan placed his hand on his son's shoulder, causing Rin to stiffen and clench his fists. He let out a boisterous laugh. "It'll take him a little to recover from that. You left him with no head!" The laugh seemed to emanate from the entire room. Rin's eye visibly twitched in anger and he quickly turned to face his father, only to yet again find nothing there. "Stop being such a coward and come face me," Rin shouted, spreading his arms out wide. "Or are you too afraid that your son will put you out of power?!"

"SILENCE!" The room shook. A moment of silence passed before the voice spoke again. "You are an incredible being, son. The fact that you can exist in Assiah is beyond comprehension." There was a snapping of fingers and Rin suddenly found himself in another room, bound to a table with his limbs sprawled out. Instead of nails holding him down, there were some serious steel chains attached to his wrists and ankles. "You are the greatest weapon. My greatest weapon. My powers existing in Assiah? It's glorious. You will be the one to join both Gehenna and Assiah. Son, together we could rule both realms!"

"Shove it, you ugly beast," Rin retorted with a sneer. "I don't think that sounds fun at all. What I really want is to kick your ass!"

Satan let out another laugh. "Yeah, we will see about that. We will break you soon enough."

Yukio quickly made his way to the Vatican headquarters, rain drenching his exorcist's coat. He held his arm above his head, trying to keep the water from hitting him, but it wasn't much help. He reached the golden doors of the massive building and quickly stepped in the Japan branch to avoid the rain. With a heavy sigh, he hurried up the stairs into the main court room. As the wide french doors swung open, Yukio took in the scene before him. There stood Mephisto Pheles in all his white and purple glory with what seemed to be a young girl, maybe the age of five. Mephisto eyed Yukio as he walked up, then turned his attention back to the heads of the Vatican.

"You seem to have just as much issue letting an angelic being live as you did with the spawns of Satan," Mephisto said calmly, a grin plastered on his face. "She is a child of God. Besides, you should see what she can do to demons!" He clapped his hands together in excitement and awaited the reply from the Cardinal. There were whispers among the others and it took what seemed forever before one finally spoke.

"Let's see it then," the Cardinal raised his hand gesturing Mephisto to hurry and show what the child could do. Mephisto's grin became sickeningly wide and he spun on his heels to face the child. She was a cute little thing, with dark brown curls that rested on her shoulders. Her big grey eyes looked clueless as they bounced between Mephisto and the Vatican members.

"Eins, swei, drei," True Cross's director meticulously pointed his umbrella in front of the girl, and before their eyes a tiny hobgoblin appeared. Immediately, the monkey-like demon started running sporadically towards the exit, only to be stopped by Yukio's foot. The tiny demon looked up and their eyes locked. "Yukio, if you would please bring him here," Mephisto gestured for him to hurry. Yukio grabbed the hobgoblin by the tail as it tried to swing its arms at him. "Little girl, look at this cute little thing. Would you like to pet it?" The girl nodded in response, smiling and reaching out. As soon as her tiny hands touched the demon, it began screaming as smoke arose from its skin. Within seconds the hobgoblin had been disintegrated. "Ladies and gentlemen," Mephisto paused. "The ultimate weapon."

There was very loud chatter among the Vatican members. The Cardinal raised his hand and shushed them. "Very well. The girl is to be raised and trained at True Cross Academy as soon as she is of age. For now, we will take it upon one of our members to look after her. Are there any objections?" There was slight mumbling, but after what everyone witnessed, they all seemed to be happy to have her on their side. "Now girl," the Cardinal spoke in a much lighter tone. "Do you have a name?"

The little girl put her index finger on her chin as she let out a "Hmmmm.." With a smile she removed her hand from her chin and rested it on her hip. With confidence, she replied "The name is Mikako. I like Mika better though."

A/N: So there it is! Please review :3 I am almost finished with the third chapter and I hope to have it out on Friday. Ideally I'd like to get two chapters out a week, so we will see how that goes. See you guys soon!