Author's Note: I again apologize for taking so long. I got out of the hospital not too long ago so I had a lot of problems I had to deal with.
During the funeral, I couldn't help but wish I was the one who was dead. There were about 20 or 30 people there, all to say their farewells but I knew none of them. It was also raining and I had turned down the umbrella offered to me by Yuki, as if the water could wash away any of my sins but that was an idiot's thought no matter how you looked at it. Back to the topic of people, they all seemed on edge, almost like if there was an attack they would all pull out some kind of a weapon to defend themselves. It was as they were prepared and they all would keep staring at me, though I just tried to think of it as they were surprised to see a sword on someone's back in this age. They wouldn't talk to me either, though since I didn't know them, it wasn't that surprising but they seemed to be chatting it up with my sister. I couldn't really feel offended either because I actually really did not want to speak with anyone though them looking at me like I was a monster gave me an even worse chill. There wasn't much during the entire thing as a whole, so it was soon time for everyone to leave. I stood over the grave; he had already been buried earlier, while Yuki watched a little distance away before walking away with all the others. This was just like the vision. I crouched down, my head bowed and whispered, "Remember when you used to carry me home after I got into a fight and got all beat up?... When I think about it, I guess that happened a lot, especially when Yuki got involved. You always told me that I was too protective of her, always saying that if I kept getting in the way of getting her beat up, she'd never learn how to defend herself, but she's an exorcist, isn't she? I probably would never have guessed it but now that I know demons are real and that you are really an exorcist, I have no doubt she is one too. I don't want to believe this happened so I won't say it. As long as I never say it, it isn't true. You always told me that that was a stubborn way of thinking, but it's my way and you always told me to be me so I won't give up on that, no matter what happens, alright? We went through a lot, didn't we? If I had not been born or if I had not lived with you all, could this have turned out differently?... This might seem random but you always lied to me, now that I think about it. You always told me I was not a demon's child and yet that is exactly what I am, and what makes it even worse is that my father is actually the one and only Satan."
A flash of black appeared at the corner of my eye and I just slightly turned my head to see a man in all black. I quickly stood up and looked around. There were about 10-15 of them, completely surrounding me. My eyes slitted and I calmly announced, "Exorcists, I presume." "You presume well." I glanced to the only one wearing another color which was white and pink, with a somewhat matching pink umbrella with something on the top though I couldn't tell what it was. It distracted me and he announced, "I guess I'll get straight to the point. You have two options here, either you can let us kill you or kill us and then flee… or you could take your own life, but we both know that's no fun." I shook my head. "I will not kill anyone and I won't take my own life, Dad already took his own in order to protect me. I also can't die until I beat the shit out of Satan, so it seems we're in a pickle." His eyes widened and then he grabbed at his stomach as he erupted into laughter. My eye twitched and I growled, "And what's so funny?" He put up his hand and tried his best to say, "B-Because you think you can defeat Satan." I tensed somewhat. "I didn't say I could. I said I was going to try." He tried to stifle the sounds before finally saying, "Alright, if you can fight of these exorcists then I agree that you might stand a chance."
Before I could even react, maybe three or four guys came at me with swords and I instinctively dodged each attack, gliding back and around. Then, there were bullets flying and when I jumped into the air and did something kind of like a spin in on myself, I felt something tear, followed by a white hot flash of pain. At first I thought, within the second that I did have time to think, that one of the high speed projectiles actually had hit me, but as I landed, my body staggered and I was able to see that the black dress I was wearing had not been torn, yet the torso was already being stained in blood. That immediately explained to me that my previous wounds had re-opened and on a completely random thought I remembered that I was wearing a dress. They were trying to make me fight in a dress that really didn't even reach my knees; this was just going to be great. Back on topic though, I knew that since I was not skilled in the art of wielding a sword, I'm pretty sure I had never even held a sword (not including when Father Fujimoto gave it to me), the Kurikara was just a dead weight so I shrugged it off my shoulder and let it fall to the ground. Since I was not sure what they could do with it if they got it into their hands, I stayed near it, not letting them come close enough. As I kicked out and continued to dodge, my mind deciphered that if I could hit them over the head or something, there was a chance that I could knock them unconscious which would mean they wouldn't be able to fight me and I wouldn't have to kill anyone. Going off of this idea, I sent a roundhouse kick to someone's head, and then slammed a fist into another's stomach. With the bullets and swords, my task was seeming even more and more impossible as the blood loss was also starting to get to me.
I was just about to take out the third and final swordsman when something grabbed my head and slammed it against the side of a stone grave marker, drawing blood down the side of my face. I felt the impact more than anything, except pain, and when I reopened my eyes, I could see that what was in front of me, what was now gripping my throat was none other than a demon and it seemed some woman had summoned it since she was looking intensely at us, as if she needed to keep all her concentration on the "bull" like creature. It seemed to smile at me with rotted teeth and I gagged as maggots fell to the ground. I kicked out, slamming my foot into the thing's arm, forcing it to let me go but as I intended to land on my feet, I actually hit the ground, already down on one knee. I swayed and struggled to get to my feet but everything was spinning and the pain was excruciating though these people had to have felt worse at one point. The thing reached down, grabbing at my neck again but this time its fingers tightened as if it was trying to suffocate me, and I gasped for air, as my lungs added to the loud screams already ricocheting through my mind. In the corner of my vision, I could see the man in pink and white smiling at my struggles and then as everything was beginning to fade away, he stepped forward, announcing, "Alright, let her go. I have obtained the information I was looking for." Everyone seemed confused but the "bull" demon let go, allowing me to breathe again. I panted for breath and eyed the man suspiciously, as he reached a hand out to me. When I showed no sign of taking it, he placed it on the brim of his top hat and took the actual hat off as he bowed. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Okumura. My name is Mephisto Pheles, Preceptor of the Japan Branch of the Knights of the True Cross; I was a close friend of Father Fujimoto, and it is of my deepest apologies that we were sent here to kill you but with how these highly trained Exorcists can barely even touch you, I believe your new path should be walked as an exorcist." There were sounds of shock and confusion from the others but all he did was raise a hand and they immediately shut up. I also took an expression of confusion, asking somewhat calmly, "And why should I try to become like the people that just tried to kill me, not even a minute ago?" His smile sent my teeth on edge, even when it got bigger and he announced, "If you believe your goal is to now "beat the shit out of Satan" then the path of an Exorcist may just lead you right to him and the training you will undergo will also help… but I do have one condition." I raised an eyebrow, all pain forgotten. "One condition?" He nodded and leaned down, cupping a hand to his mouth as he whispered it in my ear. I again was confused and asked as he pulled away, "That's it?" He nodded and I sighed, dropping my head. "A-Alright."My eyelids drooped and then I collapsed. Don't pass out. Don't pass out! Everything suddenly went black.
Author's Note: Rin reminiscing may sound really jumbled but when I already have an idea of all these things, they get really jumbled up. The one condition should be explained in the next chapter but I haven't started writing it yet so I can't be certain. I also apologize in case of anyone thinking that these people seem out of character but I can't completely help that. I just might apologize too much but with a time for an update, I can't be sure because, again I'll say that I got out of the hospital not too long ago and I also have no clue what I want to put in the next chapter.