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Chapter 6

~Do I want to keep up with this? Yukio thought. He was exhausted, and he needed to think, no regroup. He had touched Rin like that, had wanted even more to have his brother reprocriate the touch, the feelings. He had wanted to claim him. Like Rin was a woman and Yukio his very possesive caveman. The sick fantasy playing in his head, and he knew it was wrong. That it could never be like that, and what he had done had not only been wrong, but a direct sin. He was becoming a clergyman, a man of god like his father, and this feeling was wrong. He sat down at his desk, head in his hands, slumping over the workdesk. Rin was out, propably with friends.
~Shiemi, he thought, feeling desperation, fatigue and despair in a whirlpool in his stomach. Rin was propably doing things with her, things he had once shared with Yukio, but it was over now. The easy going guy had made friends in the cram school class. It was obvious, even Bon liked him, thinking of him as a rival, but it was friendly competition. Envy made him hit the desk, taking of his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. Holding back his feelings seemed almost impossible. Shura always said being this pent up, would make him susceptible to possesion, but he couldn't relax. This lonely feeling Yukio had brought on himself, never making any friends. He had said to himself it was because everyone was always that much older, that no one even thought that he could be friends, but it was a lie. He simply did not know how to do it.
~ If I want him here, he will come. Yukio thought, his phone suddenly feeling heavy in his pocket. Just one call, and Rin would be within his reach. Something hot mixed with the lonelyness, collecting itself in his lower stomach, like a small but insistent ache.
~I need him. He thought, desire coursing through him. It hadn't cooled since last night, had kept him awake, tossing and turning. He didn't want to feel it, he wanted to feel it even more. He pushed the feeling down, just as he had the night before. He couldn't think about Rin like that. It was wrong. He needed to control his thoughts. It didn't matter that there was a small hope, that Rin might feel the same, moaning Yukios name as he came in his sleep, or masturbating outside their shared room, calling Yukios name for everyone to hear. He took of his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to will his suddenly erect member down. He wouldn't be a slave to his own feelings. He wouldn't give into those delusions. He pushed himself back from the desk, and stood up. He had an idea. With a confident move, he put back on his glasses and pulled out his phone. He did have one... friend... and it was time to call her.
~Perhaps I will regret this. Yukio thought pressing the numbers.
"Shura here. What's up?" Shuras voice ecchoed, effectively killing the lonelyness surrounding him.
~I should've called Shiemi. Yukio thought, trying to calm himself. Shura was a force of nature, even over the phone.
"I just wondered if you wanted to train with me." Did the lie seem as obvious for Shura as it did him? He had never asked anything of her, that hadn't been in relation to a mission. He was more than capable to train alone. He couldn't ask her out, they weren't that kind of friends.
"Loser buys dinner." Shura said finishing the call. He smiled at the phone. Did she know how he felt, that he needed to get out. This was what friends did together, right? This was propably the worst idea he'd had in a long time.

"Hey four-eyes, what's with your concentration?" Shura sneered. Yukio tried to relax his jaw, while shooting the oncoming balls. It was like a dance, Shura moving like a ghost, cutting up balls, Yukio beside her shooting and filling up from the magasines placed with utmost care around his body in a strap.
"You are not this wound op normally Yukio, is it girl trouble?" Shura purred. Her words had the desired effect. Yukio got distracted and was hit square in the ribs. He groaned and rubbed the sensitive area. Even though it was painful, he knew it could prevent a mark. Shura shut the machine down giving him a wink.
"That was a yes, mmh?" She asked with a big smile.
"Now you get to tell me everything about it, over dinner. Finally" she took his arm.
"I never thought you would get over your brother." Yukio who had kept silent froze. Did she even know, what she said?
"What do you mean get over my brother?" He said trying to hide his fear in a layer of frost. Shura just laughed at his stern expression, tugging his arm.
"You are like a puppydog, becoming all strong and stern for your sensei." her teasing voice made the words sting even more.
~Am I this easy to see through? He pushed back his glasses sending Shura a stubbern look.
"That is ridiculous." There was no way she could have known. He had told her the reason for becoming an exorcist, but there hadn't been any dirty feelings then. Just love, brotherly, dependant. Shura laughed and dragged him from the training area.

"This... is a real restaurant" Yukio said looking around. Shura sent him a warning glance.
"Of course. Sit down" she said taking the seat opposite him.
"Isn't this a date to make your girl jealous?" She asked giving him an innocent look, while leaning forward making an even more generous amount of cleavage visible. It was impossible not to look, when she all but showed them in his face.
"No girl could ever compare to.." She let the words die out. He dragged his gaze from her assets, looking in her eyes.
"Compare to..?" He asked. He couldn't hide, that he had looked, but now he would steel himself from it. He didn't even like big boobs, not like Shima og Rin did.
"Nothing." She winked at him. The waiter came over, but before Yukio could decide, Shura had ordered for both of them.
"What are we having?"
"What's the fun in telling you?" She asked taking his hand.
"Tell me about that girl of yours?"She took a sip from the beer discreetly placed in front of her. Yukio took the one in front of him. She knew he didn't normally drink. He shrugged, unable to find a solid argument for not tasting it. He didn't have to drink a lot. The strange taste flooded his mouth, warming him all the way down to his stomach. Taking another big slurp of his beer, he looked at Shura. He didn't have to tell about Rin, but he could pretend it was a girl.
"H..She treats me like a friend." he started faking a hiccup, when he realized, that he had started out almost saying he.
"Friendship is a good place to start." Shura said squeezing his hand in a way that almost seemed calming. Her face one of uncommon seriousness. He hadn't seen her like this outside missions.
"I feel like I am dirty thinking about her like this. She is innocent, but she knows what she wants, and she is very determined" He took another big sip of his beer, shaking it, when he realized he had chugged, the whole beer in three sips.
"Three gulps, I'm impressed." Shura said, signalling the waiter to come with more.
"She doesn't want me. And if she knew." Yukio halted, took the new beer and downed half in one go.
"She would propably be disgusted with me." He finished his sentence. Something filled his eyes. Tears? He removed them with his sleeve.
~What is happening to me? I'm spinning out of control. Yukio thought looking at his beer. The warm feeling in his stomach made him look back at Shura. She didn't say anything, but her eyes shone with something, empathy? he downed the rest looking at her.
"Happy now?" he asked, his voice slightly slurring.
"Right, who would want to be with someone like you?" Shura asked laughing and letting go of his hand.
"Aren't you supposed to say something supportive?" he said frowning. Shura winked.
"Weren't you wallowing?" She asked. "
"No" he said, taking a sip from the new beer in front of him. Where had the two others gone? How much had he been drinking?
"What are you thinking?" Yukio asked suspicious of Shuras evil smile.
"When you finish that beer, I will tell you my ingenious plan!" she exclaimed leaning back. Yukio nodded. Somehow this one seemed harder to drink than the others. It was like there weren't room in his stomach. He squinted trying to read the label. 6%, the beers on about half a liter was 6 %, no wonder he felt a tingling in his fingertips. He hadn't eaten anything but breakfast and it was evening now. Where was the food? He downed the last beer, swaying in his seat.
"Good boy." Shura slurred patting Yukio on the arm.
"Aren't we getting food?" Yukio asked slurring his words. What was happening? Shura paid the waiter.
"No. Come" she stood, dragging Yukio out from the restaurant. He leaned heavily on her, wondering when the world had decided to move so much underneath his feet. The evening air hit him like a brick, and he staggered.
"Shura?" He asked, looking at the redhead with glossy eyes.
"Yes, Yukio?"Shura looked at him, her eyes half closed.
"What are we doing?" Yukios words were slow and slurred, like he needed to use a lot of focus, to make the words escape his mouth. Shura giggled. They were at the fountain by the dorm, Yukio stayed in. He didn't know how they had gotten there.
"kissing." She said, closing the distance between them. Her lips were soft, demanding, and nothing like Rins. Yukio thought, letting the kiss continue.
~Maybe I can forget Rin like this? Yukio opened his mouth, inviting Shura in, and let a hand slide into her thick silky hair. Shura quickly stopped the kiss and slapped his hand away from her.
"Why, what?" he asked, anger visible on his face, along with frustration.
"Here." she showed a phone, his phone towards his face. On it were a picture, clear as day. He hadn't even noticed the flash. They seemed to be kissing on the photo. Kissing passionatly, the blush from their intoxication looking like the heat of the moment, rather than booze.
"What did you do?" He asked, grapping his phone and deleting the evidence of what had transpired between them. Shura laughed at his hurried and clumsy movement.
"I solved your problem. She is going to show you if she's interested now."Shura winked at Yukio.
"What do you mean?" Yukio asked, the gravely tone and icy look, making Shura laugh even louder. A text alert made Yukio look at his phone.
""Good job, nice pic." Shima," Yukio read the text out loud, sending Shura a warning glance.
"I just made sure everyone see the picture, now your girl needs to act." She laughed leaving Yukio frowning. The texts kept coming, Bon, Shiemi, Konekumaru, Izumo, all responding on the rather explicit picture, and why he had sent it. Rin didn't, and Yukio thought he might have gotten lucky. If Rin was asleep he could delete the picture. Would he be jealoux?
~Do I want him to be?

Authors notes: This was a much longer chapter, than I anticipated. Perhaps this will make Yukio and Rin have the diskussion needed for them to move on, together. Shura is a bit much, but I just think it was in character for her to make a stunt like that. She isn't cheap or anything like that, but she likes Yukio very much. Perhaps more than she would care to admit.