Hello me again back with chappy 7.

-ForIhaveTakenOverTheWorld

DISCLAIMER - We still don't own blue exorcist


Yukio recovered from his spout of laughter and used the edge of his shirt to dry the water off his glasses, only resulting in a wet smear mark across the lens. Now he had to change his and his Nii-san's clothes before they caught a cold and he had to treat his hand. His hand and wet clothes could wait, his brother was his top priority right now. He rose from his chair and went to his brothers set of draws in search for fresh clothes.
That would be difficult.
In Yukio's drawers everything was neatly folded and organised but in Rin's drawers, well, it looked like hell's fury had let loose in there. Yukio managed to get together a set of clothes and a towel and brought them over to Rin. Looking at the sheets, annoyed at Amaimon, he moved Rin to his bed to change him.

Being fraternal twins and growing up in the same room for their whole life meant there wasn't much privacy between them, so Yukio wasn't bothered when he undressed and dried his Nii-san and redressed him in fresh dry clothes. Instead of moving Rin back to his bed he left him where he was so he could treat his hand. He was weary about leaving Nii-san by himself with the King of Earth wondering around.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

He nodded and went into the bathroom where he rinsed his hand under the cold tap causing him to hiss in pain. He watched as the clear liquid trickled over his hands, yet the liquid does nothing to wash the blood off his hands from the countless demons he has killed over his life. Was he a murderer? He turned the tap off and used aloe to soothe his red and inflamed skin before wrapping it in a bandage. He looked at himself in the mirror.

Was this the face of a murderer?

Sighing he turned on his heel and went back to his Nii-san only to find Amaimon leaning over him doing something.

"What are you doing?" He walked over to his brother protectively and pushed his other brother out the way only to stare in surprise at the art Amaimon had been working on. Over his brother's face were marks made by the permanent marker he spied in Amaimon's hand. On his brother's face, Amaimon had drawn, a monobrow, a moustache and a monocle. He couldn't resist snorting and bursting out in laughter and he also couldn't resist taking the marker and placing dots over his brother's face to look like moles.

"Who's the mole face now Nii-san?" Yukio chuckled but it died away when he realised this isn't a situation to be laughing in.


I can't do it. I can't accept his offer I'd never accept his offer. But I don't want to be stuck here, I want to become an exorcist and defeat Satan, not be trapped in my own mind because of him.

My own mind...

This is my own mind so surely I should be able to get out of it. Right?

Before Rin could even think of a way to try and escape. A boy appeared in front of him, looking carefully Rin saw that it was, in fact, Yukio at about eight years old.

"Yukio?" Rin cautiously walked over to him but there seemed to something stopping him go any further. "What the hell?"

Shiro, or Satan, appeared behind young Yukio.

"What? No! Yukio behind you!" Rin shouted and smashed his hand against the invisible barrier separating him from his otato.

"He cannot hear you, my son." Satan taunted as he began to torment the young boy.

"No! Stop it you bastard!"

Satan cackled."I will if you join me Rin."

He truly was the devil. Rin slid to the floor and squeezed his eyes shut so he didn't have to watch.

"What is it? Don't you have the stomach for it?" He jibed and his head was pulled up and his eyes forced open by some force.

Satan's laugh rung out in the empty abyss of my mind as I was forced to watch him continue to lay waste to my little brother.

This isn't real. It's the work of imagination. Right now Yukio's probably all worried about me trying to get my lazy ass to wake up but he's okay.

Even knowing that this wasn't real, did nothing to lessen the pain of watching.

He mustn't fall to Satan, he must be strong for Yukio and his friends. He will make it out of here. Satan cackled his unearthly laugh once more.

"Oh you will fall to me dear son, Yukio will not be able to save you, no one will. You may as well give in. Just do it. You'll be able to crush all the people who criticised you for who you are and all the people who laughed in your face! They will be like mere ants compared to your great power." Satan grinned an ear to ear smile and used a sweet but sickly tone of voice.

Did he answer my thoughts?

"How did you-?"

"You really are an idiot like everyone says you are aren't you. This is your mind! Your thoughts are projected here," He scoffed like it was the simplest thing ever. "No matter, that won't matter when you have power and strength."

Rin grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled on it while squeezing his eyes shut, trying to shut him out. There was a ringing in his ears and when he opened his eyes he was surprised to see the familiar ceiling of his dorm.

Was it all a dream?

"Nii-san!" Yukio called out to his right. He groggily turned his head to see his brother looking at him wide eyed with some sort of phial in his hand.

Why am I in his bed?

"It worked. Nii-san are you okay?" Yukio began fussing over him, looking for anything wrong like he always does but Rin just pushed him away gently.

"I'm okay Yukio-chan."

It must not have been a sick nightmare.

Rin rubbed his head. "What happened to me?"

"I was going to ask you the same question." Yukio sat back in his chair.

Rin flopped back onto the bed as he felt oblivion tugging on his consciousness.

"Rin?" Realisation dawned on the young exorcist. "Rin stay awake!"

But it was too late, Rin fell back into the grasps of his mind.

"That bastard exorcist." Satan's voice sounded from all directions and Rin couldn't pinpoint where it had come from. "I have a very short patience. Oh, he will regret crossing me and interfering with our little reunion. It is the time that I met with my youngest, they say he has my eyes, I just have to see for myself!"

Satan's presence faded and Rin was left alone again, back in the dark recesses of his mind.

"Yukio!" He screamed, hoping with the smallest bit of hope he had that it could get through to his physical body to warn his otato. Because of him, Satan was going to hurt Yukio-chan and he couldn't even do anything to warn him let alone help him.

Rin fell to his knees as he sobbed.


-ForIHaveTakenOverTheWorld