Hi guys, its me again! It took me a while to write this chapter as I took my time to figure out where the story will be going. Good news...I have! Which means this story wont die out in the next chapter or two :)

Im starting college in the next week so after that the updates wont be as frequent unfortunately.

Anyway, hope you enjoy and I would appreciate a review xx

Shiro's POV

Hours had passed in the clearing before Yukio's training was complete. It had only been his second time wielding a gun and he was already showing a bit of improvement. Shiro had been impressed with his aim but it was getting late and young Yukio was starting to get tired. You can only push a ten year old so far. As they walked to the car Shiro tumbled into his thoughts.

When Yukio had first shown interest in becoming an exorcist Shiro had been a bit taken aback. Yukio, the child who had always relied on his brother to protect him, wanted to become strong. Shiro had assumed that it was not the only reasons why he had been so determined. He guessed the other reason was to protect Rin from what he truly was. Ever since Yukio had been hurt by Rin when they were younger he had been able to see demons. It had taken some time to fully explain to the young boy what had happened and Shiro had no choice but to explain to him about Rin's...affliction.

He had been worried that Yukio would have feared his brother but instead it drove him on. He wanted to protect Rin and keep him safe so his big brother could lead a normal life. Yukio had also been told about the kurikara. He was smart boy so he understood the importance of keeping it safe, and away from everyone.

Shiro's attention turned to the road as they left the park. It hadn't taken them long to pick up some groceries and get back to the monastery. Bundling out of the car, himself and Yukio practically sprinted to the door to avoid getting wet. Inside Shiro caught a glimpse of the clock and grimaced, geez 7.30 already?

"Yukio could you please bring in the groceries, I forgot to grab them." With a look of disbelief Yukio huffed and braved the rain once again. In all honesty the old man hadn't forgotten, he just wanted to stay dry.

Making his way through the building he called out, "Rin! Sorry we are late, eh Yukio had a few extra lessons!"

Shiro had used the same excuse many times, which in retrospect wasn't truly a lie. Yukio had been having extra lessons, just in exorcism. A part of him felt guilty for keeping Rin out of the loop, after all, everyone who lived here knew about him. Even his own twin brother.

However, he knew it was the best he could do if he ever wanted to keep Rin safe. There would be a lot of people out there ready to hurt him if the truth got out. There was no doubt, Shiro loved his sons, even though he had been hesitant to take the two boys in at first. However, it hadn't been long before they stole his heart. They had softened the old Paladin and he would do anything in his power to keep them safe. Even if that meant lying.

He chuckled to himself, "My old age is making me sentimental."

He kept on walking down the hall towards Rin's room, "Rin!"

There was still no reply until he knocked on the bedroom door. It slid open and standing there, with his gaze to the floor, was Rin.

"Sorry we were late, I had to buy some groceries and Yuk…." He was interrupted with a wave of Rin's hand.

"I know. He had extra lessons…he always does…" His voice trailed off softly and a furrow developed between Shiro's eyebrows. He placed his hand beneath Rin's chin and lifted up his head. He was meet with no resistance and frowned as he realised the boy had been crying.

Before he could ask, Rin pulled his head away and whispered, "I'll go prepare dinner." Without saying anything else Rin shuffled on down towards the kitchen.

Feeling a breeze, Shiro looked in disgust at the open window in the boy's room. It was a horrendous evening and as he shut it, he realised why Rin had opened it in the first place. It was incredible hot in the room.

He was worried about his eldest. He had been a bit down for the past two weeks but had started to perk up and get back to his usual self. Shiro hadn't believed his son's explanation about what had happened in the park but when he had asked, Rin had stuck to his story about an injured dog. He hadn't been able to pry anymore information from him so had given up. However, now it seemed as if Rin had swan dived straight back into his own personal pit of disappear. That damned, stubborn boy.

Shiro decided that once they had finished there meal that he would try ask Rin what was wrong. It would be his sixth attempt but he couldn't let his son go on like this without trying to help him. Sighing he headed to his office to try get a bit of work done.

Rin's POV

It hadn't taken Amaimon very long to get them back to the monastery. He had left Rin at the gates and said his farewells before vanishing. He hadn't explained much to Rin on their journey back, only saying that exorcists were trained to kill demons like himself and Rin.

Like you and me.

Nodding politely in the general direction he had been Rin strolled up to the front door. The rain wasn't a bother anymore as it pelted down on top of him and he ignored the streaks it was making down his face. If anyone had been watching they wouldn't have realised that he was crying.

Entering, he ignored the priest that had returned from their, 'business.' They had asked him where had he been and he had only replied with, "lunch." Shuffling along, Rin couldn't help but wonder if they were exorcists too.

Landing back in his room Rin glared at himself in his mirror. He didn't have sharp teeth or nails like Amaimon and there was nothing else to make anyone suspect that he was a demon. The only thing that looked back at him was an ordinary, and very wet, ten year old boy.

However, somewhere along the way a very large part of Rin began to accept what he had been told. There was no logical way to explain what he had seen, and what Amaimon had done. If there had been he sure wasn't smart enough to figure it out. Rin changed into fresh, drier, clothes before lying on his bed.

Closing his eyes he tried to understand what Amaimon had shown him. The image of his father and brother in the clearing was crystal clear. Yukio had been shooting targets for an hour before they had left. Not only that, but the old man had been praising him and even demonstrating. Rin wouldn't have believed he had such skill with a gun but he couldn't deny what he had seen with his own two eyes. His father had been training his younger brother to use a gun, and use it well. It wasn't the kind of training you would receive for a bit of self-defence.

Gritting his teeth Rin couldn't fight off the feeling of betrayal that washed over him. They had lied to him, Tch extra classes my hole.

This whole time the two of them had been sneaking behind Rin's back. He couldn't understand why they hadn't just been honest with him. Even though the truth wasn't pretty Rin had a right to know about who he truly was. The truth was ugly and grotesque, he was the son of Satan, but it was the truth and he deserved it. How could he ever come to terms with himself and his behavior if such a big part of him had been hidden away? At least that explains the aggression I suppose…

Rin couldn't stop the tears that were coming, he was only ten but his whole life he had believed himself to be somebody who he was not. He had believed he was fully human but to find out that he wasn't was a hard blow. Amaimon had gone into technicalities, saying that he was actually a mixed breed. Half-human and half-demon, but there was a way to become a full demon. To embrace his demon heart.

Rin didn't understand what he had meant and never bothered to ask. He didn't want to be a demon and he wanted to holding on to every human part of him that there was.

Anger suddenly flared through him. Anger towards those who lied to him and now forced him to go through this on his own. To come to terms with so much that was kept from him. Rin suddenly felt very warm and the room seemed stuffy. He quickly opened his window to let a gust of air, and some rain drops, hit his face.

He leaned out a bit as he heard the sound of a car pulling in. Great.

Still staring out at the rain, Rin heard his name been called but choose to ignore it. He was still very angry but did his best to put on a blank expression for the old man. His name was called again and he ignored it once more. He had decided he wasn't going to reveal that he knew the truth, not yet anyway. If they wanted to keep their little secret they could have it.

Turning around he waited for the knock on his door that he expected. He slid the door open but did not greet his father. Instead he looked down in an effort to hide not only his anger but also the red circles around his eyes. They would easily give away that he had been crying.

His effort was futile as the old man lifted his face and looked a tad surprised when he realised the boy had been crying. Rin had to bite his tongue, to halt the barrage of hate and anger that was threatening to push out of him.

Instead he volunteered to prepare dinner and left his 'father' where he was standing. Cooking had always calmed him down and he hoped that it would work for him once again. However, he wasn't lucky enough to avoid Yukio until late. His brother had neatly laid out all the food on the counter.

"Ahhh niiiii-chan! I took out what you needed, I hope we brought enough." Yukio's happy expression pissed Rin off but he didn't let it show as he blankly thanked his brother.

Dinner was ready a short while later and Rin had enjoyed emptying his mind as he prepared it. Now as he sat in his usual spot he just stared at the meal, as everyone thanked him for the lovely spread. Rin had only taken a few bites but was unable to concentrate on his food.

He looked around the table at the priests, his father and his brother. His family all seemed so cheerful, like they had nothing to worry about. Rin clenched and unclenched his fists over and over again as he hid them beneath the table.

Without warning he jumped down from his seat and ran out of the room. He didn't stop as he heard the others call after him in surprise. He just wanted to get away from them. He ran through the front door and sat on the porch, his face buried into his hands.

He didn't cry though, he just sat there in silence. It didn't last for long as the Shiro was soon sitting beside him.

He felt a hand on his shoulder but shook it off. Looking up at Shiro he couldn't believe that the man who had raised him, wasn't his father.

"Rin, what has happened to you?" Shiro didn't try to keep the look of concern or worry off of his face.

Turning away Rin sighed, "Nothing, I'm just feeling a bit sick." It was a shitty attempt of an excuse and Shiro knew it.

"Bullshit!" Rin didn't look at him so he went on, "Rin you have been in a crappy mood since the park. I know you are lying to me! You will do no such thing!"

Clenching his fists once again, it took every bit of him not to scream bloody murder. He couldn't believe he was getting a lecture about honesty, when the biggest fucking hypocrite in the world was sitting right next to him. All Rin wanted to do was for him to tell the truth. He had been contemplating asking straight out but had decided against it.

A part of him wondered what Shiro would do if he realised Rin knew the truth. Would he try to kill him to? Was Rin only alive because he didn't know he was a demon?

Shaking his head Rin decided he would give them him the chance to tell the truth.

"What took you and Yukio so long? The latest his classes ever went on to was six."

Shiro blinked with surprise about the sudden subject change and stumbling over his words he rushed out an answer, "Well…Yukio's tutor was a bit late see and after we got the groceries there had been a lady in the parking lot and her car had died so we helped. Guess the minutes added up. Why do you ask?"

Rin sighed with disappointment, it was a believable lie but still, it was a lie. He got back to his feet and looked down at the man. Who are you?

"Because, you are getting slow you old fart."

Not waiting for a response he stood up. Heading back inside he had his hands in his pockets and his mind in chaos.

Narrators POV

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months Rin's behaviour had gotten worse. He had tried his best to maintain a happy front in front of his family but after a while he stopped bothering. Not caring what they thought anymore.

He became disruptive in classes as he talked out of turn and threatened both faculty and students. He was no better outside the classroom and was often seen fighting. However, his reasons had changed. He no longer just defended the weak, now he had started picking fights for no reason, turning his mind blank as he focused on something other then his own problems,

It wasn't long before he dropped out of school completely. He had been suspended a few more times and wasn't going to wait to be expelled.

Back at the monastery he had become completely distant as the months passed. He had given both his father and Yukio many opportunities to come clean but they never did. He had even asked his brother at one point if he had ever shoot a gun, which Yukio instantly denied. This had been Rin's breaking point and he no longer tried. If they wanted to lie to him so be it, but he refused to let them hurt him anymore.

He had then shut himself off from his 'family' knowing that they were never going to tell him the truth. He still cooked for them but it was not because he cared for them. It was simply because he enjoyed cooking.

As the years went by Shiro had tried to console or comfort his son but he was met with resistance, glares and quite a few swear words. He still loved his son but could no longer deal with his behaviour. So instead he gave him his distance and only spoke to him when necessary.

Yukio continued on with his training and eventually became an exorcist. He had impressed many people with his skill and capability in both the field and the infirmary. Nobody would have ever suspected the stress he felt as he, too, tried to deal with his brother. Unlike his father, Yukio would often try to make small talk with Rin. That would be a success but if he ever tried to pry any deeper he was met with walls and anger.

Since Rin was no longer in school he had tried his hand at working which had been very unsuccessful. Instead, when everyone was out, he would meet Amaimon in the park every once in a while. You wouldn't exactly be able to call the pair friends but Rin went to him for information as there was a mutual feeling of trust between them.

He was told about Gehenna and the eight demon Kings. How his father, Satan, ruled over them all with his all-consuming blue flame and how he had inherited them. Amaimon had told him that they were clearly sealed away. Though, he could not tell Rin where.

Amaimon also told him about the exorcists, the True Cross, and that Shiro was the Paladin. Rin had been shocked at that. Not only had the old man been an exorcist but he was the best they had. Rin had cursed the man from hiding such a big part of his life from him.

As Rin learned about both worlds he soon forgot about the promise he made to himself in the beginning, when he swore he would hold onto the human in him. It's not that he had fully embrace his demonic side, but rather, he had spiraled down a path of hate, resentment, violence and spite. Characteristics that one could easily place upon a demon.

Rin was now fifteen and coming to the end of his tether. He had been unsuccessful in holding down a job once again, also he had been yelled at again for getting into a fighting. Soon after he had left the monastery for a walk, not wanting to deal with his Shiros disapproving glare. Now, like on many occasions, he was left alone with his thoughts. The past couple of weeks however he had always come to the same conclusion. He would no longer be deceived.