Authors notes: Sorry about the last Chapter, it wasn't good enough, but it does bring us to this point, the girl comes for Yukio now.

Chapter 11

She slowly walked towards Yukios and Rins shared dorm room. The building was quiet, no noises from the halls, kitchen or even the room she was slowly approaching. She twisted a lock of hair around her finger as she stopped right outside. She leaned in, her hair softly touching the cool wooden door, separating her from Yukio. He was in there. She focused her senses and heard his soft controlled breathing. In, out, in, out slow deliberate intakes and even breath. She suppressed a giggle, at the thought. Yukio, whom everyone spoke of as cool and levelheaded was falling apart. He couldn't be a truly formidable opponent. He was crying, for christ sakes. Or as as close to crying it was pitiful. She slowly opened the door, certain that the movement alone, would be enough to push him over the edge. It didn't. She stilled, when she was just in front of him. The controlled breathing evened out, becoming more regular and less forced. His head was still bowed, dark brown bangs covering up his eyes, eyes that was probably moist and overflowing, she sneered angrily, this was stupid. Him defeating SATAN? She didn't say anything, instead she waited for Yukio to acknowledge her presence.

"What was your name?" He finally asked, he lifted his head, a friendly smile on his lips and a soft look in his eyes. There wasn't even a hint of sadness there, or tears. They seemed moss green right now, she thought momentarily dazed from this complete recovery from a complete breakdown. How was that even possible? Her lips involuntarily twisted up in an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, but I thought I heard you calling?" her voice shook a little and she blushed. Yukio nodded. He stood and she had to tilt her head back. Had he always been this tall? He hadn't seemed like it. when she saw him at the spring. How did he do it? She straightened and looked him straight in his eyes.

"You've changed your hair color." he noted, his voice soft and alluring. She nodded, leaning forward against his expected touch, as he raised slim soft fingers to the lock of hair, she herself had been playing with mere moments ago. She shuddered, the warmt from his fingertips reaching her cool cheek. What was happening? She took a step back looking at him with huge confused eyes.

"I like this... Blue?" he asked as he smiled at her confused reactions. She nodded not wanting to elaborate on the complex metallic blue of her hair. Instead she pushed the lock back with a dismissive shrug as she took what felt like another huge step back. His shoulders had to be smaller, when she saw them at a distance, had they always been this wide, muscular, amazing? She sighed at the sight, he bit his lips, they were a bit swollen and now glistening a bit.

"You have to help me, if I belong to you, you should be able to help me." He almost purred the words, making it tingle in places she had never even felt before. It took several silent moments, before her fogged up brain even registered the words and embarrassingly long before they made sense. He was doing this on purpose, to cloud her judgement. Somehow the thought comforted her some. He was desperate, and he tried to regain control by manipulating hers. She smiled back, a sexy edge in her movements as she reached for his shirt, tugging the soft material. He took the hint and moved closer. Ok, you can do this, she thought to herself, you've seen this plenty of times. She leaned forward tugging him down and kissed him. His breath was sweet, his tounge and kisses wet, something she hadn't really considered before. He grunted and she slipped in her tongue in his mouth, exploring, and he let her. Encouraged she pulled him closer, their bodies flush against each other. She cut the kiss short, happy with herself.

"You belong to me. We can get rid of those thoughts of him" she said. Yukio nodded, but something was wrong. His eyes were focused on her, his eyes still calm green. No passion lingered there, no pleasure.

"I belong to you. I have no impure thoughts about anyone else." He said nodding. He was trying to convince himself, it was tragic really. He would never rid himself of those feelings, but suppressing them could be a key. Mephisto had a lot of money riding on Yukios demon awakening. He had convinced her that Yukio could be the guy to rid her of him, SATAN. She wanted to spit, crush him beneath the sole of her pretty flats. She wanted it badly, badly enough to come to earth to help trick Yukio. She had seen strange things, and the fact that they were siblings shouldn't matter at all, this kind of pairing was usual in Gehenna. Demons of the same blood shared a lot of ambitions and preferences, though one never were monogamous. Perhaps some shared affection for one another, but love? Never.

"I need you to eat this, it'll help." She offered him a cookie. It didn't alleviate love, but it stilled sexual urges, and that was what he really wanted. Mephisto had requested for her to make them. They should be able to fool him, as he thought the love was normal, without the need to mark and possess. He took it, turned it in his hand, smelled the sweet scent of sugar and chocolate, took a small piece, no bigger than a crumb and placed it on his tongue. He then proceeded to carefully dissect what was in them with his tongue and teeth extracting every last taste and revealing them on his sensitive pallet. He wasn't a doctor for nothing, she concluded, happy to find him surprised.

"Not tasting the expected aphrodisiac to help you fall in love with me?" She asked sweetly. He frowned and took a regular bite from the cookie.

"If you aren't trying to use strong potions, I'm not sure this is going to work." He admitted. He didn't want sweets normally, but desperate times..

"The road to a mans heart is through his stomach" she joked. He didn't smile. Her smile dimmed as she remembered. Rin did cook everything Yukio ate. He frowned, and even the serious expression on his face was appealing. The way his lips squeezed together tightly, and his eyes narrowed. No wonder everyone loved him. He was quite handsome even at his worst.

"The road to my heart is not in some stupid saying, or that cookie." He exclaimed eating it up and staring right at her.

"Good." She nodded, her ponytail swingjng eagerly behind her head.

"Let's make a plan then to save your brother."

Authors notes: I really feel like this chapter said something, that I'm not just stalling but is finally progressing in the story? what do you guys think? Have the waiting and chapter 10 killed your desire to learn what is happening? and how it will end?