Gonna edit this tomorrow. So tired while finishing this up/uploading. You can probably tell where I got exhausted.
Oh, and for the person who mentioned Stockholm Syndrome, thank you, you inspired me. xD I'm too tired to find your name right now, but I'll probably give you credit later. I will more than likely throw it into that direction at some point.
This is a short chapter by the way, because I just wanted to write up something real quick 'cause I like updating.
Thank you to all those who reviewed. You're aaaall so nice! 3 3 3
I'll write something better to express my love to all of you in the morning. 3
A week and two days, and no one came for him. Each day he was forced to listen to Amaimon go on about his thoughts, some of which weren't even related back to Rin, but just simple little things that would pop into the demons head. He would remind him from time to time how long he'd been his captive, as if to show how right he might have been about Yukio and Shura and all his friends. Rin was slowly beginning to realize this wasn't as simple as he thought it would be at first. At first he thought that Yukio would find him, he would get shit for how bad he fucked up, and things would go back to normal. But it was going on a week and a half and Rin was losing faith!
Each time he was visited by the overly psychotic candy addict, he began to just look and feel more dead. After those first few days with Amaimon, however, Rin couldn't stop thinking about what he said. Regardless he insisted it was all bull shit and lies and crazy theories that weren't true… Right about now? Rin wasn't too sure. Amaimon truly wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't nice… When first seeing the demon he didn't seem like that much of a threat, but it reached a point where if Rin tried to defend himself or Yuki or Shura or any of his friends they would get into a fight… And when Rin said fights? He actually meant he got the shit kicked out of him. It got the point where the room he'd originally been in was destroyed and he had to go to another one within the building he was inside.
It really hit Rin, that without Kurikara… He wasn't much of anything. Nothing but an out of control teenager with anger issues. He was bruised and cut up and that didn't stop Amaimon from spilling his innermost thoughts to him every time he got bored. Apparently Rin was turning into his therapist of sorts for the other demon. He listened to him every day talk about his life, his day, his feelings, and anything related. Of course sometimes he would jump back to what brought Rin here to begin with. His theories of his overall life. Father Fujimoto and how he might have just been heartlessly raising him a weapon instead of a son- but that much had actually been told to him by Mephisto, so he was just going along with that. Seemed probable though. The man was an exorcist, no… He was the paladin! So why would he raise Rin, the son of Satan, for any other reason but to end Satan himself? Of course Amaimon wasn't exactly knowledgeable on human emotions and how or what Shirou might have felt for his son, Rin. But without emotions being thrown into it, the man having raised Rin for his own selfish needs seemed like it was very much possible. And Yukio was an accomplice, raised under Shirou's hand, to follow his foot steps even after his death. An exorcist. And who was Rin? A demon… He wasn't sure how Rin didn't figure it out earlier, but Amaimon still thought in a way he was helping. Regardless as the days went on, Rin seemed to just further lose that light in his eyes.
Walking in on him now, it was like walking in on what seemed to literally be a dead body. The new room was very much like the old one, only this one wasn't covered in garbage and blood and was free from any breaking in the wood. Rin had quickly given up the idea of fighting it seemed after coming to this room, and Amaimon was happy, because he didn't want another room to be ruined! Rin should be happy though, this time he made sure the room had a bed! Which was good, right?
Rin spent all his alone time sleeping in said bed though. Laying in it, sleeping in it, thinking in it… He never left it unless he was lashing out, in which case said bed ended up being stained with blood. Amaimon originally never thought he'd end up physically abusing him, then again, he didn't think he would be mentally abusing him either. Hell, he didn't think he would be keeping him this long at all! He was supposed to take him, scare him a bit, then let Yukio come and take him back. This just ended up all different than he had originally intended. Not that he cared, this was better than what he would hope for. Rin wasn't a slave though, slaves did things, all Rin did was lay around, he was more some sort of pet rock… Which wasn't what he wanted, because he was beginning to realize he got more of a response out of Behemoth than Rin… which was somewhat terrible.
Days went on and it was going on three weeks as Amaimon paid his next visit, boots clicking against wooden flooring as he walked along it, the slobbering, grunting Behemoth following close behind by it's restraints as Amaimon guided it by the chain collar that was made of the same material that Rin's chains were made of. Behemoth burst through the door before Amaimon could pull him to a stop, sniffing out Satan's son as it began to drool and growl through it's muzzle. Rin looked over his shoulders, eyes dead as he stared at the demonic beast of a pet. Was that how he was viewed as? A pet? Before he knew it the slobbering beast was on top of him, trying to fit its tongue through his muzzle to either lick him or taste him or just eat him he wasn't sure. Either way, Rin wasn't having it, and wasted no time at all to raise a foot out from underneath the large demon and kick it right in the face. He watched as it fell off and hit the floor with a loud thud, Amaimon blinking in response. The demon was whimpering and growling at the same time, circling the ground that it fell on top of as if wondering what to do next. "That wasn't nice…" Amaimon sighed, bending to pet the injured demons head before he began to tug him out of the room. Amaimon's pet was placed in the opposing room before he returned and closed the door. Rin was back to facing the wall, curled up in his blood stained and dirty sheets with his eyes closed. Rin had started to refuse to eat, leaving a pile of slowly rotting food around the corners of the room where Amaimon had originally set them. He had more food on him this time in a bag he held with his right hand. Inside was a container sealed shut with cold chicken noodle soup. Mephisto had it lying around so he figured it would be easier to just take and bring it for him.
Amaimon was on top of the bed in a second and opening up the bag to get out the container and a spoon from his pocket, setting it down in front of Rin's stomach. The younger demon's tail flickered before dying again and falling lifelessly on to his bed. Rin barely looked at it before closing his eyes again and just ignoring the other. Amaimon hated that almost as much as when Rin would fight him… No, he hated it more. Because fighting was just a form of playing, which entertained Amaimon… but this. This was just disrespectful and annoying on so many levels. "Eat it."Amaimon insisted, nudging the other. He gained no response, so he figured he would just add to the blood stains on the sheets.
He rolled up the others pant leg, his fingernails clicking together threateningly before he stabbed them into the others calf, listening to the scream he got in response before Rin shot up, lunging and clawing at he Earth King as blue flames began to engulf him. Amaimon took a moment to stare before he gripped the youths shoulders and spun them over until he was pinning them. This earned the green haired demon an unexpected and rough kick to the groin that sent him falling over on to his side with a soft grunt. Rin snarled as he snapped up on to his feet and threw a leg back to kick Amaimon with. The demon recovered quickly from his unfortunate blow to the crotch and caught the others incoming leg. There was a sickening crack that followed, and the next thing he knew it, Rin was on the ground, rolling around, crying, screaming. Rin's ankle was at an unfortunate angle, and sure it would heal but it wouldn't be any more pleasant than it had been when Amaimon broke it. Amaimon could hear the bone begin to go back into place as Rin continued to scream louder. Amaimon back handed the youth to shut him up before he grasped his ankle and snapped it back into place so it could heal properly, and he could almost hear the broken bones within grind together before beginning to heal themselves. Rin was writhing in pain, clawing at the ground, growling, screaming, wishing death in the utmost horrible ways upon Amaimon, and the green haired man could only smile.
Eventually everything calmed down, and Rin was left breathing heavily on the floor with his foot resting in Amaimon's lap, healed for the most part short of what Amaimon could imagine some sever soreness. That couldn't be helped right away though. "Maybe I should start breaking bones. Maybe finger after finger…" He seemed to briefly consider the idea before Rin shot up with a pleading look in his eyes. His cheek was red from where Amaimon had hit him, seeming to have bruised, but even that looked like it was fading rather quickly as the others healing process took its course. "No, don't!" Rin finally piped up, and Amaimon felt extremely successful. Three weeks passed and he finally found a way to make Rin beg. It was kind of like training a dog, they pee on the carpet, you stick their nose in it until they figure out they're not supposed to piss there. Rin keeps ignoring him, so maybe every time he does, he'll just break a finger or something to show he shouldn't be doing that. Seemed reasonable in Amaimon's mind.
"But you're so fragile." He breathed, almost amused by the fact it seemed as he threw the others foot off him and pushed himself up to stand. He honestly wondered what else he could break without killing him. A full leg? Could he break his neck? Collarbone? What was too much and what was too little? Amaimon was now finding himself to be purely curious of the others body. He felt like a kid in a candy store! Though granted if that were the actual case he'd probably be even happier. Speaking of which, Amaimon reached into his pocket and got out a wrapped piece of lemon candy and tore through the wrapping and threw it into his mouth before he stepped back. "Eat your food." He demanded before leaving the room, amused when he heard Rin climb on to the bed and begin to fumble with the soups packaging.
I shall now go pass out. :D Thank you for reading. As always, your ideas are very much appreciated and I take everything into consideration.