"Shit what happened to your hand?" Rin asked, his arms flailing about ridiculously. She looked down at the open wound on her palm.

"I don't know."

"Maybe you should stop drinking so much." She glared at him, "it's only a suggestion."

"Yukio would be disappointed," she mumbled. Rin sat down next to her on the bed, wrapping a towel around her injured hand.

"He'd only be disappointed he couldn't tend to your wound," Rin said half heartedly. He knew his brother, and he knew he had liked Shura much more than he led on. 'Look at her bro,' he thought, looking up at the ceiling. 'She cared about you too.' He smiled gently, his heart aching to remember how short his younger twin's life was cut. Shura snored softly from beside him. He laid her down gently, covering her up with what used to be Yukio's blanket. He pretended not to notice, but he knew the jacket she now donned everywhere she went used to be his brother's.

The next morning Rin woke up to an energetic, sober Shura for once.

"Wake up lazy!" She shouted in his face, smashing pans together in his elvish ears.

"What the hell are you doing Shura?" He asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes. She cackled when she saw his bed head.

"Man I thought your brother had bad sleep hair!" Is she sober? Rin wondered to himself. "Go make food I'm hungry."

"Geeze I'm not your mom," he complained as he got out of bed, picking his nose as he left. When he left Shura calmed down. 'How are we going to beat Satan?' She wondered. It seemed impossible. 'Well, this isn't going to help.' She grabbed all the alcohol and threw it in a box and trudged down the stairs. She opened the door and unceremoniously chucked it down the stairs, the various bottles shattering on the porch and leaking their poisons into the cement. "Shura?"

"What?" She snapped at him.

"Nothing!"

She ran Rin ragged for months, pushing him harder everyday. In the third month he hit a block and couldn't get past it.

"Are you even trying Rin?!" Shura yelled condescendingly.

"Of course I am! I can't do it!" He yelled back.

"You just aren't trying hard enough!" Recently, he and Shura had been at ends with each other. She was constantly nagging on him to push himself harder, and Rin just couldn't go any harder.

"Yes I am!"

"Do you even care Satan killed Yukio?"

"Fuck you Shura."

"Fuck you Rin! Yukio always knew he was going to lose to me but he never stopped trying! You're walking into this with your head down already! Everybody used to be scared of you because of your heritage, but you're pathetic."

"Shut up!" He screamed. He could feel his face burning with rage.

"Yukio was too but at least he admitted it! He gave up his life for you and you aren't even trying to get Satan. Do you have any idea how the hell you're going to beat him? Any idea how to kill your dad Have you even been thinking about it?" He growled animalistically.

"Don't you dare talk about my brother."

"Make me stop!"

"I can't!"

"That didn't stop Yukio!"

"I don't care!"

"You don't care about him? That's cold."

"I know you're hurt about losing him too but stop yelling at me like a child!"

"Then stop acting like one!"

"I'm not Yukio!"

"I sure as hell know that!"

"I am trying to get better!"

"Then move your ass and show me!" He sprang, trying to beat the training simulator again. He lasted shortly longer than the time before, but he still let some pass by him and exploded in a flame fueled rage.

"Yukio would be so disappointed in you."

"Don't talk for him!"

"Well he can't speak for himself! He's dead. He's gone because he tried to protect you! What are you doing with that life? You aren't doing shit!"

"I'm trying! This is hard!"

"No it isn't. You just won't focus."

"I am focused!"

"Bull shit."

"You cared about him! Admit it!"

"He was a chicken."

"He was not! You are! You won't even admit you cared for my dead damn brother! He died thinking you hated him!"

"I did hate him!"

"Liar!"

"You're lying to yourself!"

"Hypocrite! You know you loved him!"

"It doesn't matter he's gone!"

"You know you care!"

"I don't."

"You're lying to yourself!"

"So are you dumbass!"

"The hell I am!"

"You're a chicken. You're too scared of your own power to actually use it to do some damage to your dad. You say you're going to beat Satan, you say you're going to make him pay for killing your family but you're just sitting here like a mourning child. Half assing your training isn't going to bring Yukio back and it isn't going to save anyone else!"

"Nothing can bring Yukio back."

"Oh?"

"You know that!"

"Do I?"

"Stop messing with my head damnit!"

"Make me!"

"Fine." He turned and opened the door to the pouring rain.

"What the hell are you doing kid?" Shura asked impatiently.

"I'm leaving."

"What the hell is that going to do for anyone?"

"More than I'm doing here screaming at you!" He slammed the door behind him.

"Shit." That wasn't how that was supposed to go. He wasn't supposed to get that upset...

"You know you loved him!" What does it matter now. He's gone. I... I did love him. I was annoying him because I knew it made him better, and that's all he really wanted. Even if it made him hate me...I just wanted to help him and I've pissed off the one person he would give his life to protect...

"Rin!" She yelled, swinging the door open and running out into the pouring rain, her long pink hair damp already. It was out of its usual ponytail and hanging freely below her back. "No..." She whispered in horror. "He's gone..."