MOTIVATION. I NEED SOME. LIKE, ALL MY MOTIVATION TO DO ANYTHING JUST WENT POOF. GAH. Anyway, yay! Chapter 10! And a long chapter too! And apparently I need a beta? O-O I don't wanna ask anyone...I'm too shy for that . anyone willing to volunteer? XDHOLY SHIT 47 FOLLOWERS? WHEN DID I GET 32 FAVS? O-O AND LIKE, OVER 5,000 VIEWS. LIKE. OMFG. I said 'like' way to much in that. I'M HAPPY OKAY.

I gazed up at the emerging town. We had hijacked a car, and were on our way to True Cross Academy Town. The name was very familiar and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Did it have something to do with my past? And what? It was so frustrating not being able to remember anything! Some things sounded familiar, and I kept doing things that must've been old habits, but nothing pieced together or gave any hints! But something big nagged at the back of my mind as I thought about the town, as if something important resided there. I concentrated so hard my head started to pound, but still-nothing. I clenched my fists in irritation. "Rin? Whats the matter?" Iris's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced over at her, her eyes showing a little bit of concern.
"Oh-nothing." I said, looking back out the window. "Just frustrated with the whole amnesia thing..."
Angela, who was driving, said, "No need to worry. It'll come back to you eventually."
"Hopefully..." I said. Chris stayed silent, sitting in the passenger seat. Iris frowned at Chris, the normally talkative teen being so strangely silent and mysterious. Her frown, quickly turned back into her normal happy grin, and she said, "How much longer until we get there?"
"Just a few more minutes," Angela said. I let out a sigh, leaning back in my seat. I tried to stop thinking about everything, with no success. I continued to wonder what had happened in my past, and how I ended up where I was now. How had that facility gotten me anyways? And what I really wanted to know- how did I even lose my memories in the first place? We continued to travel to the town as I swept away in my thoughts. What had seemed like only a minute, someone was shaking my shoulder."Come on, sleepyhead! We're here!" I opened my eyes, looking over and seeing Iris. I must've dozed off during the car ride. She grinned, and opened the car door on her side, stepping out. I opened mine, stepping out as well and looking around. We were parked in a parking lot in the outskirts of the town. The buildings looked old and un-kept, only a few people wondering the streets. Ivy and other growth was crawling up the sides of buildings, and broken signs hanged on to the old bricks. The roads were cracked and littered with trash; some was rolling down the streets as the chill wind blew. The neighborhood we were in was definitely wasn't a nice one, and the looks of the few people around didn't make it seem any less bad. Few people were hanging around alleyways or just sitting down, resting against the buildings. They all had old, dirty clothes and messy hair, and looked like they hadn't had a shower for days. Some swished their alcohol bottles around before taking another swig of the drink; a few put their cigarettes to their mouths and breath in, then breathed back out letting the gray smoke mix with the air. Their eyes looked dead, and some vicious. They all payed no mind to us, though.
I turned my attention off the pitying site, looking at the back of the truck where Angela, Chris, and Iris were fiddling with supplies, making final preparations for the mission. Angela picked up a pistol, putting the gun into her back pocket. She then grabbed a riffle, swinging over her back, a strap keeping the deadly weapon in place. She strapped two throwing knifes to her thigh, and then strapped a black tool belt around her waist that held extra amo, another pistol, and a dagger. She stepped away from the trunk, leaning onto the side of the car now that she was done with getting her supplies. Angela stood tall and confident, her punk outfit intimidating. She was wearing a leather jacket with a white undershirt, ripped jeans, and black leather boots. She was wearing her necklace, which had a neat charm hooked on the chain. It was the letter 'A' with a silver vine twisting around it, and a pale blue diamond resided in the hole of the letter. I remembered that she had told me the necklace was her good luck charm from her late mother and how important it was to her. Now that I thought about it, she had always been wearing it, I just had failed to notice it when we first meet. Her wavy, jet-black hair rolled over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back, shaping around her face. Her bangs fell only a centimeter above her bright blue eyes, and the black outfit made her black freckles more noticeable. I blushed slightly and quickly looked away as I felt my heart beat sped up. Was I developing a crush on Angela?! As I continued to think about it I waved the thought off. No, it wasn't love-more of admiration of how strong she was. She seemed like the older sibling you looked up to, admiring their bravery and how calm they were in any situation.
I blinked, pushing my thoughts to the back of my head. I looked back at the trunk, where Iris was finishing up grabbing her weapons. She had a long dagger, almost reaching enough length to be considered a sword, strapped to a belt on her waist. She had throwing knifes strapped to her upper arm and she slipped a small dagger into her sleeve. She was wearing a red jacket with a black undershirt, and jean shorts that came to her upper thigh and black tennis shoes. She yawned, stretching her arms up. As she yawned her pointy fangs glinted in the afternoon light. She dropped her arms back down to her side, turning her head and looking off in a random direction.
I couldn't tell what weapons Chris was carrying, or if he was carrying any weapons at all. He was wearing a black hoodie and blue jeans and running shoes, and as far as I could tell, he had no weapons on him. I subconsciously grabbed the dagger strapped around my waist that Angela had given me, wondering if I would have to use it today, and if I did, how I would. I already knew I wouldn't use it to kill, I was not a murderer...right? I felt a prick of fear, what if I had killed in my past? I shook my head. No. I would never have done anything like that. I walked up to the rest of the group, not thinking I'd be able to stand another moment with my thoughts.

As I walked over I saw Chris pull a crossbow out of a black bag. He grabbed a bunch of arrows, their points sharp and deadly, and put them into the pocket of his hoodie.
"Is everyone ready?" Angela asked. Chris and Iris nodded, the daughter of Ibis's eyes burning with anticipation. Angela looked at me as I walked up. "Will you be okay, with just that dagger?"
I nodded. "I should be fine...I would prefer a sword though."
"Sorry kiddo, no swords here." Angela said.
"Yeah I figured."
"After this mission I can teach you how to throw throwing knives, though. We have plenty of those." She smiled, holding one up.
"Thanks for the offer," I replied, "But I already know how."
Angela blinked with surprise. "Oh." Then an idea sparked in her eyes. "Show me then."
"Okay, lemme see the knife." Angela handed me the knife, and I took it, holding it by the handle. Angela pointed across the road at a sign that was near to falling down. I could barely make out the words in a neat cursive, "Auntie's." She said, "hit the middle of the dot on the 'i'."
I smirked. "Peace of cake." I turned towards the sign, and stood so I was balanced equally. I held the knife up, closing one eye and looking down the top of the weapon as I aimed. I then flipped it edge over edge, and caught it by it's blade, holding it between my index finger and my middle finger. I then brought my arm back, and then shot it forward, making sure not to snap my wrist and let the blade slip smoothly from my fingers. It zipped across the distance, before sinking into the sign with a loud, 'clank'. I crossed my arms and looked at Angela with a smug expression across my face as my tail waved proudly behind me. I hit the middle of the dot right above the 'i'.
"Nice." She said with a grin. Suddenly the sign fell from it's hinges, clattering loudly on the floor. Some of the people nearby jumped with surprise.
"Oops..."

...

Yukio sighed, looking over at the bed that had been empty for over half a year now. Suddenly an image of his brother laying on the bed, reading manga instead of doing homework appeared in his mind before quickly fading. He felt a pang in his chest, and a burning sensation behind his eyes. He swallowed hard, looking away from the empty side of the room that used to be Rin's and took off his glasses, putting them down on the desk he was sitting rubbed his eyes, trying to stop thinking about Rin. t had been about eight months since his brother's death, he should've been over it by now. But he just couldn't. He felt like a part of himself had died as well. After losing Father Fugimoto, it had been hard to let go. But it had been easier then, he still had his brother. But now there was no one, and he had never felt so alone. Shiemi still tried to be there for him, but she was so shooken she wasn't much helped.
Yukio felt a pang of guilt and regret, remembering when he had told Rin he should just die. He felt bad for how he had treated him, not giving him a break, knowing that he was was probably more shooken about dad's death then he had been, and the learning of the fact he was the devil's son only adding to it. But then he couldn't afford to not push him. Someone had to do it, it wasn't like Rin would do it himself. But then again, it didn't matter now, did it? He had promised Fujimoto he would protect his brother, but it had been more then that- he had wanted to repay his older twin for all the times he had protected him as kids. But Yukio hadn't been able to. He hadn't been able to save him.
He shook his head, trying to pull his thoughts away from Rin. Now matter how much he grieved, or how much he dwelled, no matter how much he regretted, no matter how much guilt he felt, his brother wouldn't come back. Once someone died they couldn't ever come back to life. Once they were dead they stayed dead. Forever. Not feeling any pain, not going through anything, being re-united with lost ones from before, not having to go through a hell of a life anymore... Yukio couldn't help but think of just how good that sounded...to just be able to end it like that, not have to feel anymore pain...to just be able to end it all...for there to just be nothing...
The sudden vibration of his phone in his pocket pulled him out of his thoughts and after a moment he pulled the ringing phone out of his pocket and answered it. "Yukio Okumura." He kept his voice steady, not letting any emotion seep through.

"Hey Yuki-chan," Came Shiemi's cherry voice. "I was wondering...could you come over today?"
"Sure Shimei." He repiled. "I'll be over soon."
"Great!" Shiemi said. "See you later, then!" And then the line went dead. Yukio sighed, putting the phone back into his pocket. He quickly wipped away the wetness he felt at the rim of his eyes and put his glass back on before standing up and heading towards the door.

...

Chris steathfully lead us towards the building where the half-demon was, and where we needed to intervene in the Knight's mission. Turns out it wasn't that far from where we had parked, and was in an abandoned 4 story building. We hid in the alleyway a couple buildings away, peeking out from the cover to watch the exorcists that had beaten us there.

"There's quite allot of them here..." Iris spoke up. She grinned. "Makes more of a fight that way."

Angela frowned at the scene. "There's more than usual...just how powerful is the person they're after?" Chris had a look in his eyes as if he was hiding something, and a slight smirk on his face. Iris and Angela didn't seem to notice it, and I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. There was just something about him that didn't seem right...I looked away, pushing the thought away. I was just being paranoid. Chris wasn't hiding anything, he was on our side. Angela quietly pulled a dagger from inside her boot.

"Let's do this." I pulled out my own dagger and so did Iris, and Chris readied his crossbow. We were about to run into a battle, having no knowledge, no reassurance of how this fight would end. Just hope that our skills that would lead us away in victory safely. A slight grin creeped onto my face thinking about how soon I'd be in the rush of battle, the sounds of guns firing, the sound of daggers and swords clinking, the sounds of knives as they sunk into people's skin, the blood splattering across the ground as wound after wound was opened. My grip on my handle tightened and my chest burned for action. Finally, a fight were I stood a fair chance at winning.
Yeah. I know. I said there would be action. Sorry. But, there were feels. I hope xD And I promise, promise, PROMISE there WILL be action in the next chapter. I WILL NOT POST THE NEXT CHAPTER UNTIL I WRITE SOME FORM OF ACTION IN IT. Plus the main reason I ended it here was cuz i wasn't sure how i was going to write the next scene...which is going to be a fight scene...so yeah. And with the throwing knife thing. I don't know how to throw knives, so i just looked up a video on youtube and tried to discribe what the dude did xD and i hope this isn't dragging too much...it's gonna start moving in the next chapter though. Well...it's 2am now...so I'm gonna go to bed. I'll try to either update tomorrow or monday. I wanna try to update a bit more offten but...school...marching band...show choir...school play...watching more animes...reading more mangas...there's not much time in between to write...and i'm tired allot so I usually can't think of anything...but im gonna try to update a bit more. Anyways I'm gonna stop rambling now and go to bed xD night peoples!