Confusion. Rage. Grief. So many conflicting emotions. Inside him like a category four hurricane, breaking down through everything without hesitation.
He had just returned from being fired from his job after a weird, dog-like creature bit him after getting the child's scarf. He tried explaining to his boss that he didn't knock anything over, that he grabbed a child's scarf that went off her when suddenly a wild creature left mayhem behind in the store. Of course, not much to his surprise nobody, believed him. He tried his best to plead to her not to get fired.
Then, he was walking back to the church. He was scared of what they would say to him after finding out the news. They were so excited yesterday that he got a job, only to lose it the next day. He hesitated back home, stopping by the small park. He whimpered as he gripped tightly around his hands, nails digging into his skin. Swatting away an odd, weird bug creature that was floating around him, not paying much in mind what its appearance was.
He heard laughing then the 'Twhish' of an item. He looked up and froze as it passed by him, taking several seconds of what had just occurred, the sudden sensation of liquid dribbling down his ear and cheek. A trembling hand, moving up to touch where the liquid might be. He moved his hand after touching it. His eyes widened before he screamed, the pain rushing to him. he held his ear as he rummaged into his pockets to find a cloth, anything to stop the bleeding, a sinister laugh erupted from the small crowd.
Eyes glared at them. Eyes that seemed to the on the verge of tears from the pain. Lips curled and snarled, his teeth bearing the few sharp teeth that he had. He stood up and held a handkerchief against his ear, striding to them in full force.
"You... You ass! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"Hunting what else? It was pigeons at first, but then, I saw a large prey that I couldn't help but find irresistible."
"You are a disgusting piece of shit. I'm Fuckin' bleeding!."
"So? Does it look like I give a shit?"
"Bastard!"
Rin hissed out and swung a left hook at him. It was blocked, the other male laughed as he gripped his wrist and squeezed it with all his force. A whimper of pain left his lips at the pressure. The pain, becoming too much for him as he tries tugging his hand back.
"L-Let me go!"
"Why should I? I'm doing people a favor, especially if I end up getting rid of the Demon boy."
Fear settled more into him, his breath trembling as he struggled to get away. He was pinned and gasped for air the moment they put their arm again his throat. He let out a plea.
"Please, let me go. P-Please."
"The boy is begging now!? How fun!"
He screamed out a shrill, in with a mixture of dry pained sobs. The fucker had just stabbed him in the leg with a knife. It shouldn't have happened, weren't weapons banned in japan? It was that knife he would see people playing tricks around on the internet. A butterfly knife?
"I'm lucky I got this knife. I'm more surprised it passed inspection. Japan has a strict guideline for weapons. But hey. It has perks when your parents are loaded."
'N-No, I-I'm sorry. Please no more..."
"Were not finished yet."
The other two that he had. Quickly ordered them to knock out Rin and bring him along. By when the time he woke up and regained consciousness, he was under a bridge. He panicked, only to find his hands and legs bound by rope. He pleaded once more, only to be on deaf ears. His cries of pain drowned out from the sounds of the vehicles passing by.
How long had it passed? He couldn't remember. When he had woken up once again, he was in a hospital, his body sore to the brim, yet he couldn't feel the pain at all. An odd man in pink, flashy attire was sitting in the room. He turned to look at the young boy giving a smile, showing off his multiple sharp teeth.
"Mr. Okumura. Glad you've finally awakened. You've been out for quite a while now."
"How long?"
"A month maybe more? Not as long as those other three, though."
"W-What?"
"There were three more in that bridge with you. Correct?"
"Y-Yes, their leader used me as a punching bag... But, who are you?"
"Mephisto Pheles. Others recognize me as Jonh Faust the fifth."
"Okay, still. Why are you here? What about Rin and the old man?"
"Ah, yes. I have some bad news about that. Father Fujimoto had passed away a few days ago."
"What?"
"Spontaneous Human Combustion. His body suddenly burst up in flames while cleaning the church. Yukio has already been told of this event as well."
His heart sank to the bottom of the pits. His father. Died? He didn't want to believe it, yet it did. His adoptive father passed away so suddenly, biting down hard on his bottom lip. Tears started flowing down his cheeks, curling up onto himself, he cried in silence. In his mind, he was screaming and cursing, loathing that the world would be this cruel to him.
He felt a pair of arms wrap around him, looking up. To see Mephisto, trying his best to console the boy of the sudden news. A small laugh left his lip. The expression of uncomfortableness that the older male had, he wipes his tears away the best he could. The tears were quick in replacing with new ones. Still, he smiled brightly at him.
"Thank you. It's tough for you to do this. I can see you're not that good at handling kids or teenagers."
"By whatever do you mean? I'm a principal, so I do know how to handle kids."
"Yeah, sure."
"Hey! How rude."
"But where is Yukio?"
"He's at Cross Academy. He might be back later to attend his funeral tomorrow."
"It's tomorrow? I'll be able to leave and go. Right?"
"Yes, It seems like you're in perfect health now. But you do have some scars."
"where?"
"You had to get a few stitches for your ear. It's a bit different in look terms. And a few burn marks from the metal rod we found beside you."
"Can I get a mirror?"
The older man nodded and handed him a handheld mirror. Rin closed his eyes before letting out a worried sigh, with hesitation. He looked into the mirror. His eyes widened at his appearance. He had a large gash on his ear, wincing as he saw the stitches in his ear. His face had a different array of bruises from dark and light purple. The scar elongated and adorning right above his right eye, passing his eyebrow.
His hands holding multiple scars, yet barely visible. The burn marks were different. Some, still being wrapped and covered in bandages. Those unwrapped can show great contrast of skin tone to how his natural skin color is.
Bitting his lip and looked down, unable to handle how much scarring he would have. He didn't think how much of the difference would it be. His hands grasped the bedsheets with aggression. The other patted his back, tracing circles around his back to soothe the young boy.
"You still have some bruises and burns down from your abdomen and a broken leg. I'll see if I can at least let the doctor have you attend Fujimoto's funeral."
"T-Thank you..."
He smiled and ruffled the blue-haired boy's head, and with care to not touch his ear.
"You know if you're worried about your ear. You can grow out your hair to cover it."
"I'll keep that in mind. But can you let me rest? I still feel tired, especially after all that I just learned."
"Of course, I also got you a phone. My contact number is there, so call me for anything."
"I-I Thank you. You're too kind."
"No worries, your father has always been a good friend of mine. It's the least I could do for his son's for what they've been through."
The sound of the door closing shut filled his ears. Rin began to sob. For the loss of his father. He wished he didn't happen like this. It was too soon for his father to pass away. That void in his heart began to grow the more he didn't want to accept it, crying into the night mourning for him.
By the time it was morning, Rin's face was stained red from the crying. His eyes stung, tiredness washed over him. He looked out the window and sighed softly. He held the picture of him, Fujimoto, and Yukio. They were around seven at the time and celebrated their birthday at the monastery. He was scared of attending, so he asked Mephisto to let him go tomorrow instead.
The hours passed on to the day, watching the cloud slowly move and the sun setting. He felt empty, a part of his happiness gone. He looked back down at the picture. A sad smile crept onto his lips. Watching how happy they all were, eating the cake he ended up preparing.
He remembered their faces and smiles when they ate his food. He felt full, more than from eating. But their smiles and cheerful chattering amongst themselves. The happiness they radiated from just his cooking. That is what he ended becoming a glutton.
More smiles. More praises. More, more, more.
I want it all for myself, to fill this void.
Is that so bad?
The day he visited the grave, it was raining. He didn't mind it. Mephisto didn't seem bothered by it either, as the older male held the umbrella. He looked at the grave. The stone engraved in his name, birth date, and the day he died. Along with a quote. 'A loving father and priest.'
He closed his eyes and turned away. Then his eyes lay on Yukio.
The boy walked toward his younger brother, hobbling as he held the crutches in his hands to help him maneuver. He panted and looked at his brother, only to freeze at the harsh glare from him.
"I hate you if it wasn't for you. Dad might still be alive."
"W-What?"
"Dad got a call saying that your pay wouldn't be enough to compensate the damage you did at your job. We then learned you got fired on your first day. Dad thought you would be back soon, but you never did. He spent the entire next three weeks. His health wasn't the best, but he still searched for you. I'm at Cross Academy. I get called that dad died! After he got a call that you were in the hospital and unconscious along with three others. They said he wasn't feeling well. Then, his body just burst into flames."
Yukio bit his lips as he glared at Rin. Tears running down his face, slapping away Rin's hand, and pushed him back.
"I hate you! Dad would still be alive if you weren't so damn fucking reckless!"
"Yu-Yukio, you don't mean that."
"I do! I always hated you for so long. I hated how much dad liked you more, how he would, spoil you. I wish. I wish I weren't your twin brother!"
Yukio screamed out all of his frustration at Rin, the older boy, who gave a pained smile to his younger twin.
"Is that so? Well, let's end our ties here. Were no longer brothers, if you wish it that much."
He turned around and moved to Mephisto, never looking back. The footsteps of the other retreating far away. His eyes glanced at him.
"Mephisto, can you do me a favor?"
"Of course Rin."
"Can you help me leave the country? I want to be away from here as far as possible. I might go back to school as well. I want to get into a Culinary School."
The purple-haired man's eyes widened before smiling.
"Escoffier? Le Cordon Blue? Those are well-known schools outside the country, as well many others."
"Where are they?"
"They both are worldwide. There's one in France and the other in America. Other schools have one in Italy, Switzerland, United Kingdom, Spain. There's one here in Japan, but you don't want to be here. Those are just a few that are known to be the best schools for culinary. There's almost everywhere. I think there's one in India as well."
"Thank you, but maybe America. It would be nice to start all over again. I'll change my name as well."
"Oh, that so? What do you think of changing it then?
"Ito Yuuri."
"Yuuri? That's a nice name."
"Glad to hear you say so."
"I'm sure you'll want to get out here as soon as possible. Just wait until you heal. I'll prepare everything necessary."
"Do I need to get adopted again? I'm still underage."
"Fujimoto put me as your legal guardian, in case anything happens. So, you're good."
"I guess I'm grateful for this."
"No problem, I'm happy to help."
The void. It grows more and more. I want to fill it up. Will this hobby of mine become a deadly obsession?
More, more, more and more. Just let me drown in my sin for their smiles, to fill up the emptiness inside me, even if it's temporary.
