Okay! I am so happy with this chapter! I love this chapter because it goes in depth with the relationship with the ocs that I love! Um, someone asked about the gang leader Artist and just a heads up, he comes back in chapter 16. Your questions on why Yukio feels uncomfortable with the ocs shall be answered here!
Careful with those who don't know? Rin was confused with the fact that he was told such a thing by Mephisto. He had been leaving the other demon's office when he was stopped by the elder of the two and was told to be careful. It confused him. Did he mean the Vatican? Did he mean something or someone else? He inquired so many things yet never got an answer for any of them, leading to more questions. He was absolutely hopeless. Rin shook his head, not sure what he meant exactly and it was pissing him off; he banished those thoughts and focused on something else to take his attention. He groaned as he tried to move his legs, tried to wiggle his toes. He placed pressure on his thighs, but felt nothing. It was infuriating him that he couldn't feel them, that he couldn't move them. It was even more depressing that he couldn't even maneuver his own tail, depressing because he felt odd without the feeling of the other appendage. He might've been alright without his legs but his tail, his tail was something that he liked. He enjoyed having his tail—a weird sentence and a weird thing to ever think about. He was accustomed to it, never once hating the thing since he got past the whole moody, emo phase he went through after the reveal of being Satan's spawn.
"Rin?" He jumped at the sudden voice, blinking his unseeing eyes. His eyes swept across nothing, blinking and raising his hand to catch the arm that was coming close to his face. "Hey, we decided to skip class and come to check up on you. So, how are you doing, Handsome?"
A smile pulled at his lips when he heard that, laughing as he shook his head. "I'm doing fine, Beautiful." He laughed at the sudden protest that came from his friend's mouth, having thought that they were 'Gorgeous'. "What? We agreed that Karma is the Gorgeous Famine, you're the Beautiful War, and I'm the Handsome Death."
Saske groaned and shook his head, running his hand through his blue highlighted, dark hair. "But I thought that you're Famine and she's Death?" Karma came up behind Saske and verbally agreed with him, having noticed the way her friend's eyes were. They knew exactly what had occurred, not having believed his brother's obvious lie.
"Fine, Karma is the Gorgeous Death and I'm the Handsome Famine. Now, all we need is an Alluring Pestilence." They laughed and continued to make jabbing comments at one another. Rin hadn't smiled and laughed in so long without having to filter and watch what he said. They made fun of Karma when she'd mispronounce a word, and when Saske would butcher a sentence, and when Rin would mix up his sayings or just mess up on an imitation of someone he knew.
That was how Yukio found them. Rin was imitating Karma and Saske who both messed up their sentences and one of their words, and they were yelling at him to stop as they died of laughter, holding their stomachs as they hit the ground. Ukobach was shaking his head as he and Kuro watched the three of them. Yukio glanced at the demonic cook and cat, then at the three others. "What's going on here?"
They sobered up and the two of them stared at the guy who they met earlier. "Oh, hey there." Saske glanced at Karma who was rubbing her nape as she spoke to Yukio. He patted Rin's shoulder and whispered something to him, so low that Yukio couldn't hear it. Karma glanced at her brother, a panic look in her eyes since she had no clue what to say. He took over for her and smiled at the young Exorcist. "Sorry for the intrusion, but we came to check up on Rin. It's apparent that you were lying to the teachers when you said he had the flu. You two are the same when it comes to lying. You slide your eyes to the right when you lie."
Yukio's subconscious was screaming at him to get those two out of the dormitory, this was not natural, something was not right with them, he knew that. Protect Rin! These people aren't safe for him to be around! Get him away! Get him away! Those two need to get away from him. "Oh, well, yeah," he said, forcing a laugh and rubbing his nape. "The blindness is temporary so we're waiting for his eyes to heal."
"Two weeks? Did you two run into a Look-See demon?" Saske slapped a hand over Karma's mouth and laughed, telling him that they needed to go. Before either one of them said anything, the older brother dragged the sister out of the kitchen. They were rushing to get out of there, knowing that if they stayed they'd be under heavy interrogation from the younger Okumura twin.
Yukio turned to his brother, wanting answers like how did they know about these things about demons? They're not Exorcists that much he was sure, so were they demons of some kind? Was that why he felt the need to keep his brother away from them? Were they even who they said they were? "Rin?" He needed answers, answers that he knew he was never going to get. He just wanted to make sure that his brother wasn't in any more danger because he couldn't understand why he couldn't get a break from any of this.
"They know about demons," he said quickly. He scratched at his hands, his chin against his chest. "They know that I'm a demon, but I swear that I didn't tell them anything. They just knew somehow, having seen us on a mission once." Rin didn't tell him the whole truth, but he didn't need to know that. He didn't know how his brunet of a brother was going to react so he said nothing. He rubbed his hands together in nervousness, wondering what his brother was thinking, what he was going to say. As he waited for an answer, he pushed his hair back, his fingers untangling his ebony locks.
Yukio sighed and shook his head. "Ni-san, I really don't want you to be hanging with them." He ignored his indigent protest. He just didn't care what his opinion on the matter was. If his "friends" were dangerous, then he didn't want his brother anywhere near them. He didn't want him to get hurt. "Listen, there's something about them—I don't trust them. I have a bad feeling when I'm around them. Please, just listen to me this once."
Rin said nothing, his fist clenched tightly. He stared at his thighs, monologuing, Why can't I just do as I please? They're not after me. At least, when they found out the truth, they didn't push me away. No, they accepted me and made jokes. I didn't have to prove to them that I wasn't going to hurt them. I didn't have to prove anything to them. They knew that I was me, that I'm not Satan, not like the others. "Yukio, I'm still going to be around them. They're my friends, but if you want, I'll stay on guard around them and tell you what stands out." He wasn't going to let his younger brother tell him who to hang out with. He could be dragged to Gehenna by them and he still wouldn't care because unlike everyone else, he didn't need to pretend to be someone else. He wanted to be himself and they let him.
Yukio stared at him, saying nothing for a few seconds. "Why are you so closed off with people, Ni-San?" He thought of the day that he was released, the day that he asked the same question Shima did. As he expected, he never got an answer. Oh, Ni-san. Please, I want to help, but you don't seem to ever want it. Why do you trust them? What have they ever done for you? "Fine, but this matter isn't dropped." He ignored the groan and said, "Let's just get to Cram School."
"Alright." Mephisto's attention was turned towards the window, watching the ordeal of his brother. He spoke to the one behind him in a fashioned manner. "Just make sure to keep that nosey twin brother away. Father, he isn't happy with what happened to his youngest son as you know." He turned towards the Fallen Angel, his lips curling upwards into a smirk. "Get him to Gehenna by any means necessary, even if it means using force. After all, you three are quite close."
"Lord Samael, it's not easy. If we fail, his trust will not be the same. The only people he will ever trust is those in that cursed school for Exorcists, that is until they betray him." A contemplating hum came from the Fallen Angel. "Maybe we can do that. Have him trust us more as they slowly recede from him, just like that Amaimon fiasco."
Mephisto tapped his fingers on the desk as he leaned forward to stare at the other. His eyes showed interest, intense questioning. "Just how will you do such a feat? They trust him too much and I have no—"
"I'll do something. He may withdraw from them, come to us for help if we slowly start questioning him. After all, their actions are quite suspicious and if we ask him a few questions on why they do such a thing, slowly imply that they don't trust him. Maybe then, we'll be able to suggest going to Gehenna." They shook their head, clicking their tongue. They were becoming frustrated with the lack of plans that they have. "I don't know! Just, we'll do something."
Mephisto turned his back on the Fallen Angel, staring back out the window; his gaze set on two figures. He was pondering on the offer made. "If you can convince Rin that the others are still afraid of him, still hold mistrust, do you believe that he will turn his back on them? He holds mistrust for his brother who pointed a gun at him, and each time it happens, their bond strains. If he so much as shot his brother, what would happen? What of his friends, what would they do to hurt the cheerful and free spirited boy?" He turned back to face his guest, his eyebrows raised with curiosity. "If placing suspicion between Rin and the others is the only way to get him home, then so be it. But the question still remains, are you willing to hurt the one that you care so much for, Saske?"
Saske's hazel eyes glisten, fists clenched. He pushed off the wall where he was leaning on, his coal black wings beat around him in annoyance. His aura was dangerous, he had let that puny, little Exorcist feel it so he knew to back off. He was not going to let him get in the way of their mission. It would take so much for him to get them away from the Demon Prince. If that human had half a brain, he'd know to step away. He nodded as he stood with a straight posture. "Anything to bring our Prince home, my lord."