Kuro smiled, "I don't have any reason to share brother."
"you're not Kuro," Yukio drew out his gun "the Kuro I knew cared about Rin."
Kuro remained relaxed as he stared back at Yukio, "that form tends to get more... sentimental," and idiotic in his opinion. He stepped a little closer to Rin whose back had arched in response to the tension in the room.
Mephisto dared to step in front of Yukio, "are you certain you don't have a reason to tell us brother?" Kuro eyed him albeit warily. Mephisto smiled, "your contract isn't over brother."
"Y- you didn't." He turned running further into the dormitory, a somewhat more frantic Rin trailing behind, a disgusting crack and tear of muscles filled the small space as Kuro returned to his cat form.
Cornered the two demons looked back at their followers.
A small boy trailed behind Mephisto, his features wary and less than amused. He looked around the room. " Sir Pheles, don't tell me you're wasting my time again, I thought you said he was here."
Mephisto smiled politely, " I must have been mistaken."
The boy sneezed, "allergies", he glared at the cat accusingly and went to a door with a magic key, "next time you better be telling the truth, Mephisto."
"of course."
"Thank you Sir Pheles, I'll return to my work now."
Kuro and Rin stared up at the rest of the group, Yukio hadn't yet put away his gun. Bon seemed more confused and angry than anything else. Mephisto gave an expectant look to Kuro.
Kuro growled lowly, puffing out his chest, his intelligence already fading with the form he'd spent too much time in. His hair on end he looked up to his older brother, "because I didn't think he'd last much longer as a human."
Yukio scowled down at the small cat, "liar."
Kuro had moments to recognize the flick of Yukio's safety on the gun before the first bullet dug into the dormitory wall. Feelings of betrayl resonated through the small demon, his eyes grew misty as he looked upon what had been his friend. Not able to bring himself to attack the little demon avoided Yukio's onslaught. Rin's legs shifted beneath him, for a moment he stilled.
Rin pounced with all the force he could muster, plunging Yukio onto the ground. Disoriented from the fall Yukio pushed his brother's body off. He stood quickly before he was pulled back by Bon. Amaimon and Mephisto quickly dropped down to examine Rin, his chest leakedblood languidly, drenching his shirt and painting his skin copiously. Amaimon dug two of his claw-like fingers into the wound, pulling out Yukio's bullet.
Tossing it aside, he looked as the wound desperatly tried to close but reopened, corroded from the inside. He poured something he'd been hiding in his pockets on the wound.
Sputtering, incomplete breaths filled Rin's mouth. Amaimon managed to flush out some of the offending material, but the wound was far from clean, he looked at Mephisto who rushed to the kitchen and grabbed whatever was closest. Amaimon splashed the liquid onto the wound and watched as it finally managed to close.
Rin settled into unconsciousness.