-drum roll- Another update!
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Also, I have introduced an OC, Enjoy!xx
Shiro's POV
Shiro had been kept in hospital for three days before he got fed up and left. He just had to get out of that damned room. Nurses and doctors had been at him constantly and he hadn't even been able to get up for a piss without asking. All the excess fluid had cleared up so he left knowing he could deal with the rest of his injuries on his own. Besides, there were more pressing issues than a few broken bones.
Instead of heading back to the monastery Shiro dug a key out of his pocket and used it on the nearest door. Stepping through, as he held his side, he stood into a well-lit corridor. Not stopping to take in his surroundings he headed down to the left. He hadn't been walking for long before he ended up where he needed to be.
Without knocking Shiro walked into Mephisto's office and sat down on the closest chair. He didn't look up or say anything to announce his arrival. He wasn't sure if Pheles was even in the office. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Shiro tried to clear his head.
He couldn't understand how Rin had, willingly, passed through the Gehenna gate. He hadn't been forced over, no, he had made a fully conscious decision. Shiro cursed himself for not seeing his son's pain earlier. He had simply put it down to teenage demon hormones, or something like that. He had hoped Rin would eventually grow out of. After all, he had always been a handful and it was the behaviour Shiro had expected from the son of Satan, even though his powers had been sealed away.
However, Shiro now understood that he had been wrong. Wrong for lying to his son, he should have trusted him with the truth and believed that his son would be strong enough to handle it. My son…..my adopted son…..
Shiro couldn't stop the small grin on his face as he pictured Rin as a child. He had been a cheeky brat but would always be able to light up your day. He had always stood up to Shiro, not taking any of the old man's shit. However, he had deeply cared for his family. That had been obvious from the beginning. Rin had been proud of his brother and the loyal to his father.
Sighing, Shiro hung his head. Rin had put so much trust in his family, he would have done anything to protect them and all they did was hid a massive part of his life, and theirs, from him
However, that didn't excuse his actions. The boy was stupid and had probably believed that he was making the right decision. When they got him back Shiro swore he would give him the beating of his life for being an idiot. Clenching his good hand he prayed that his son would be strong enough to survive in hell and not lose himself.
Looking up at the noise of footsteps Shiro made a gruff noise. "Mephisto."
"Aw Shiro my old friend," Mephisto was flamboyant as ever as he opened his arms in a welcoming gesture, "To what do I oh the pleasure."
Mephisto obviously noticed Shiro's injuries but didn't mention them. Instead he just strolled past him, over to his desk, twirling his umbrella. Shiro had always hated the sheer ridiculousness of the demon's weapon.
Shiro tried to stand up but he was still very weak. Instead he just moved to a chair that was closer to the desk.
"I need to get my son back."
Mephisto blinked and his expression changed to a mischievous one. "What, did the little tike runaway? Hopefully he has gone somewhere tropical, I could use a holiday!"
"Cut the crap Pheles!" That seemed to pull Mephisto back to reality. As he inclined his head back a little, he slowly sat back in his chair, locking eyes with Shiro's.
"I cannot help you."
"Bullshit! I know you had something to do with this! He left with two of your damned brothers!"
"Oh Shiro, you know better than to assume…"
Shiro was gritting his teeth in anger. The demon was playing games that he didn't have time for. Right now he just wanted to save his son and he would do so with or without Mephisto's help. He went to leave but was stopped by Mephisto's words.
"He needs to learn what we, here in the True Cross Academy, cannot teach."
Shiro slowly turned his head in horror towards the demon. He hadn't actually believed that Mephisto had anything to do with what had happened to Rin. He had just accused him in a last ditch effort to get any information he could. Now he was forced to accept the truth, that the one he trusted the most had betrayed him. Is….is this how Rin felt?
Shiro sat back down and just stared at the pink spotted mat on the ground. He couldn't find the strength to speak and Mephisto saw this as an opportunity to explain further.
"Kindness, mercy, forgiveness, gentleness et cetera. These are traits he will have to leave behind him, in order to unlock his full potential."
Shiro's whole body was shaking now in rage, "You had no right!"
"I had every right. After all we made a bet remember? If you could raise your sons as humans you would win and if you failed, I would win and their lives would be mine. You worked to win and so did I."
Shiro glared at the demon and if looks could kill he would be six feet under.
"What are you planning Mephisto…?"
"Tsk, now that would be telling."
Shiro left after smashing a few vases and throwing the best curse words he could think of. He had wanted to lunge and rip Mephisto's throat out but had fought hard against the urge. He knew it would have gotten him nowhere and possibly killed. As much as he hated it, and as much as it made his blood boil, he needed Mephisto if he was going to get his son back.
Rin's POV
Rin tossed in his bed and groaned as he was woken by a loud knock on his door. The bed had been surprisingly comfy and he didn't want to get up. With a huge effort Rin rolled out of the bed and, after a second knock, slumped towards the wardrobe. "Give me a second!"
With a big yawn he grabbed a black pair of trousers and shirt. Slipping his shoes on, he did a stretch that a cat would be envious of.
He then caught a glimpse of himself in one of the mirrors in the room. He hadn't had the chance to examine himself since he had arrived. Lifting his lip he looked at his now pointed canines. However, they weren't as large as they had been before. His ears were also less pointed. Rin moved his tail from side to side and couldn't help but laugh. He was quickly interrupted as the knock on his door came again.
Rin rolled his eyes as he walked towards it. He hadn't seen anyone since the incident with Amaimon. Opening the door, Rin's eyes widened in shock as two guards stood in the hallway. He hadn't noticed the small girl that hung her head until she spoke. Her voice was very squeaky and her skin was a faint grey that matched her uniform. Rin could have been mistaken but her skin looked almost transparent.
"The young master has been summoned. We were given the pleasure to escort him to the throne room."
Rin just nodded his head as he followed the girl. He could also feel the guard's breathing down his neck. He couldn't help but shiver a little. They made their way back into the foyer and down the staircase. Rin hadn't noticed before but nestled behind the stairs, and underneath the balcony, were large double doors. They were pitch black with golden embellishments. As they passed through, Rin took in a small breath. In front of them was another long corridor however this was noticeably different in a number of ways.
First there was a row of guards down each side. Second was the chandeliers, they weren't black like the one in Rin's bedroom, they were golden. However, the thing that impressed Rin the most was the raised, and very large, throne that stood in the center of the room at end of the corridor.
At first Rin had thought that it was made from a white metal of some kind, however as they got closer Rin realised he had been mistaken. It was made out of bone. The main seat was composed of longer bones but the back was decorated with a number of assorted skulls. Some were a lot larger than others.
Rin bumped into the small girl, he hadn't realised she had stopped walking. She quickly spun around and fell to her knees.
"I beg your forgiveness young master!" She placed her head on the ground and Rin couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her behaviour.
"Eh….it's okay….you can get up."
She rose to her feet and bowed her head before she quickly walked away. He looked back at the throne and was surprised when he noticed somebody was now sitting on it. Satan….?
A shiver ran down his back as the demon raised his hand. Rin was suddenly pushed forward by the guards and as he got closer he could make out Satan's features better. He was larger than Rin had imagined, probably twice as tall as your average human and a lot stronger. What shocked Rin the most was that he was pure black. He also wore similar black garments as Rin. If he had a tail or horns Rin couldn't see them. A dim blue flame covered him but it was his eyes that scared Rin the most. They were a bright red and screamed power.
Rin was stopped just at the base of the steps that lead up to the throne. He didn't say or do anything but when one of the guards hit the back of his leg, Rin fell to his knees. When he tried to get back up he was knocked down once more.
A deep voice rang through the room, "You will kneel."
Rin quickly stopped trying to get up and stayed down on one knee. He was terrified, there was no point denying it. He could feel the pure power radiating off of the King. He just waited to be addressed and tried to keep his breath steady.
"You are so tiny…you look weak. How does one like you have the strength to possess my flame?!"
Rin winched as the final words boomed through the room. He hadn't done anything but had already managed to piss Satan off. Rin wanted to speak up for himself but he valued his life more than his pride so he just stayed quite.
"I suppose you would like to know why you were summoned." Rin looked up as the demon approached and tried to scramble away as a hand reached for his throat. However, his attempt was futile and he was lifted into the air. Now, face to face with Satan, Rin tried to get loose but it was pointless he would never be able to break free. So instead he just took in the wisps of air that he could and he hung there.
"Pathetic. You came here on your own accord but you are not useful. Not yet at least. You will be trained in combat and once you are ready you will return."
With that he let go and Rin feel to the ground. He just about managed to catch himself as he landed on his feet but he quickly went down onto one knee once again. He watched Satan return back to his throne and knots formed in his stomach when he seen an ugly smile spread across his face.
"At least you are a quick learner. Now rise."
After a brief hesitation Rin stood up. He wondered who, or what, would be training him but he couldn't help looking forward to it. He had come to wonder what he would actually do here and at least he now had a direction to go in. Something to pursue. He felt confident in his abilities. After all, he had spent most of his days fighting.
"You will be trained by one of my best, Kamiko."
When he spoke the name a young girl stepped out of the shadows that were clinging to the walls. Rin was taken aback about her appearance and her strange beauty. She stood with her head bowed and her face was framed by long, curled white hair. Her skin was pure white as well and she wore a pure white kimono. It was slightly shorter than traditional ones as Rin could just see her bare feet. Wonder what her favourite colour is.
She now stood beside Rin and knelt down.
"I am at your service."
"You shall take my son and begin his training. Do not fail."
"I will not disappoint, Master."
"Dismissed." With a wave of his hand the girl rose, nodded her head once again, and motioned for Rin to follow her.
They left the throne room, guards in tow. Rin followed the girl as she led him back to the foyer. There was a single door near the main entrance and they descended the stairs that were behind it. It felt like they had been walking down forever until they hit a wide open room. The ground was covered in dirt and the ceiling was ridiculously high.
At the back were racks that held a variety of weapons. The girl brought him over and picked up one of the swords.
"This is the Kurikara. I don't know if anyone has informed you but it holds your demonic power. I have been instructed to keep it intact until you are strong enough to wield it with precision and control."
She placed it back and nodded at the two guards that had followed them down. Obeying her silent command they turned and left. Once they were alone the girl's demeanor immediately changed.
"Nyaaaahhhh, why do I always have to train the weak ones?" She wined as her solemn expression turned to one of exhaustion.
Rin couldn't help but feel offended. He had bite his tongue in the throne room but didn't hold back now.
"Who you calling weak?! You haven't seen what I can do!"
A sly grin spread across the girls face as she stepped back towards the center of the room. She tied her her up and waved Rin forward.
"Come show me then."
Rin didn't need to be asked again. Rushing forward he threw a punch toward the girl but she easily dodged it, Rin quickly followed up with a kick which Kamiko then jumped over.
Rin tried to hit her with a right upper cut but she merely moved her head. She quickly grabbed Rin's arm and flipped him. He landed on his stomach and winched as she twisted his arm back. Kneeling on him she whispered in his ear, "I win."
Rin hissed in pain as he tried to move but he soon realised he wasn't going anywhere. He slumped in defeat and waited for Kamiko to get off him.
"You are heavier than you look."
She just laughed in response and once she was satisfied that Rin had spent enough time in the dirt she stood up, pulling him to his feet. He was absolutely filthy and he stared at Kamiko in disbelief as she was spotless.
Without warning she rushed towards Rin with an open palm, smacking him in the chest. He was sent flying backwards and hit the wall. Rubbing the back of his head he growled.
"What the fuck was that for?!"
As the girl walked over she grinned as she raised one finger. "Lesson one, always be prepared."
Rin stood back up and braced himself for what she would do next but she moved so quickly that he couldn't stop her from grabbing his tail. He cried out in pain and cursed the girl that was laughing again.
"Lesson two, hide your damn tail. You now know how much it hurts when it's messed with."
Rin's face burned. The girl was making a fool out of him and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. With her back to him, Rin lunged. Unfortunately he had not expected her to duck underneath his attack. Landing face first in the dirt Rin felt like staying there and sinking into it.
The girl was now standing over him and offered her his hand, "Lesson three, don't let your emotions rule your decisions."
However, Rin did not talk her hand and got to his feet on his own.
"Haha! See you are already learning!" She smacked him on the back and gave him a thumbs up.
"I talked with Amaimon after I was informed that I will be training you. Your opponents will not be children of Assiah. They will have skill and strategy and your street fighting will be of no use."
Rin nodded his head in response. As much as he hated to admit it the girl was right. Rin had believed that he was able to handle himself but that belief was quickly crushed. He had never faced anyone of her caliber before and he doubted she was even exerting herself.
"So Kamiko is it? How did you become one of Satan's 'best'?"
The girl's smile was devilish. "I kicked a lot of tail. Now let us start."
She didn't give anything else away and Rin decided he would ask another time. For now he was shown some martial art moves. He was a bit grumpy because he was being treated like a child but listened intently. She was demonstrating moves he'd never seen before, ranging from basic to advance. He struggled at first but after a while he began to get the hang of some of the maneuvers. Even though it was basic training he was making progress. After all, every master was once a novice.
