Yuuri looked around the airport biting his lip before a huge smile plastered on him. He couldn't help but feel excited knowing that. He finally got into Escoffier, to be exact.

He looked around, trying to find the person that Mephisto mentioned to him. He then saw a sign in Japanese with his name. 'Ito Yuuri.' With haste, he walked there. There was a woman, long red hair and yellow by the ends, that along without a shame wearing a bikini top, shorts barely reaching her thighs, and a sweater or a flannel wrapped around her waist, thigh-high socks, and black boots.

She was chewing gum and blew a bubble before it popped, chewing it again. Her purple, almost fuchsia like eyes, her gaze is like a snake. She hummed while placing the sign down.

"You're the kid?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Don't call me ma'am. It feels like I'm an old hag. Kirigakure Shura, but in America, it's Shura Kirigakure. Call me by my first name if you want, don't care about honorifics either."

"Ah... Will I be learning English here too?"

"Yeah, along with the core classes that along with the subject. But If you already did some college courses back in Japan. It will help up speed up the process and not spend too much time here."

"Uh... Okay. Yeah, I did a few classes, not sure if that will help with anything."

"Don't worry too much bout it Kid, Mephisto and I are here to help. So focus on the most part on getting your associate's degree."

"I will thank you."

"Now, let's get you a haircut. That mop of hair won't look good."

"Just a little bit, please!"

"No! Shut up about your insecurities and suck it up, wimp!"

Had he expected this to happen? Yes, did he think he would experience discrimination just because he was Asian? No, but at the same time. That was his fault, believing that he wouldn't be discriminated, in America. Right, in every country. There will be either xenophobic people, racists, or a combination of the two. Why does he always expect the best outcome, knowing well how shit the world is from growing up?

He sighed as he ignored the comments his classmates made and laughed at their idiocy. A smirk grazed across his feature. He pulled his hair back, grabbing it by a hairband, holding it up high. He placed the hairnet and apron, his name grazing across his embroidered name while listening to the chef's instructions, a smile appeared on his lips.

All the students gave out a response in unison. 'Yes, Chef!'

More and more, praise me for I can feel happy. I need it, please, praise me and give me recognition. My heart desperately aches for it. I'll do anything for it.

Gluttony is the sin worse of all, for what I crave is what makes me starve the most. Feed me past my fill, for I feel like it will never end.

Yuuri sighed as he looked up to the night bright sky of Japan. The past six years have felt so long, yet short; three for his degree, another three to try his best to get his name out.

Had he succeeded in the latter? He hoped so. That praise he needs is desperate. The eye bags showed proof of his hard work. The scars from the mistakes as the rookie, the criticism he took from his mentor and strangers. An aching into a deeper hole, an abyss almost.

Feeling not human, but just a doll walking by, just being there for nothing. Yet, He felt the praise he desperately yearned for came from that who was with him from the start.

His smile widened as he rushed over to the man he hasn't seen in years, only listening to their voice from their conversations on the phone. Being held in their arms, their laughter, the sweet scent he never expected to miss so much; sweets, the smell of ink, a scent he can never fully describe but only label it under him. Mephisto.

He smiled as he looked at the older male. Looking the same from the first time he met him, humming as he felt his hand on his head. He closed his eyes as he leaned towards his touch.

"I never thought I would miss you this much."

"I didn't either. I guess I grew fond of you."

"Likewise."

Ah, this kindness that he gives. I feel selfish to want more. I want it. I want him to keep giving me this affection, let it be out of pity. I want it all for myself.

"Yuu... Yuuri!"

He snapped out and looked at Mepshito and smiles.

"Sorry, I must be a bit tired from the flight. Jetlag and all."

"let's go back for you can rest. To get used from the time difference."

"Thank you."

"No problem. Let's go now."

The two conversed on the way back, riding in the limo. Yuuri, discussing his adventures in College and the different places he visited during the past three years. When he looked out the window, he saw the Coal Tars.

It was years back that he noticed these things. He always thought they were a trick his mind was playing, paying no attention to them. Until a ghoul almost attacked him. Lucky for him, Shura had saved him before he would get hurt. He then learned about the existence of Gehenna. It had taken a while for him to accept this. Then learning the Mephisto was a Nephilim.

As time passed, he still didn't pay attention to them. It wasn't like he had something against them. After all, the one who took care of him after Fujimoto passed away was Mephisto.

He looks at Mephisto, his attire different from before. The jester-like pants are gone, replaced with long white suit pants and wearing black dress shoes. He wouldn't deny the man looked better like this.

"You look better now. Your sense of style improved."

"What do you mean? I always had a good sense of style."

"Says the one that wore jester pants and looked like a clown."

He laughed as the other pouted like a child. He grabbed a small box out from his bag, handing them to the male.

"I remembered you said there was a patissier you liked in France. I bought some of their macarons' the day before I left."

"Thank you, how sweet of a boy you've become. I remember how much of a trouble maker you were in high school."

"That was years ago. I'm different now."

"You're still the same in my eyes."

He smiled as he looked down, his hair covering the frame of his face. A soft sigh left his lips. Over the years, most of his scars disappeared or are barely visible. His ear has healed up nicely. He still had some insecurities about it, letting his hair grow out to his shoulders.

"I'll look for a job as soon as I can. I don't want to be a bother for you."

"You aren't a bother, Yuuri. Don't ever think like that. But if you wish to find a job quickly, I won't go against it either."

"Thank you."

He smiled as Mephisto petted his head. He turned to look at him as the male smiled in return.

I want to monopolize him. To be the only one to see his gentle smile, I want him for myself. Please, be mine. Your kindness fills me up, makes me greedy for it.

More, more. I want more than what we have now. Can you be mine? Because I want to be yours.

Months had passed, only for a few days till valentines, working at the cafe he started two months ago. Having a bright smile as he talked with the other chefs and the waiters, swiftness, and precision in each plate. The bell ringed, indicating more customers. He heard the waiters greet them.

He halted for a second as he heard a voice sounding familiar. Shaking his head and went back to work, not thinking much about it. He cooked the rest of the orders before his break started.

Sighing and taking off the hat as he walked out of the kitchen. Walking to one of the tables, asking for a cup of water from one of his co-workers.

"Yukio, how was the trip yesterday?"

"It had a bit of a challenge but nothing too grave. Luckily no one was severely injured."

"Mid-level, right?"

"Mid-level and a few dozens on Low-levels."

"Wasn't it a trip for training the ex-wires?"

"Yes, but it was a surprise it did happen. Just thankful it wasn't an upper level."

"True, then that would have been a problem."

"Ito-san!"

"Hmm? Yes, Mai-san?"

"We need you for a few desserts. Tanaka-san isn't here."

"Alright, I'll be there in a second."

"Thank you!"

He felt a pair of eyes on him, having no care for it. He stood up and headed back into the kitchen, preparing the desserts. Carefully, taking out the souffle's from the oven, dusting them with powdered sugar, using the stencil that had the cafe's logo.

With care holding the ramekin with mittens, making sure to have his hands steady. Placing them on the plate, he called on the waiter to take them. he hurried to prepare the other orders.

He sighed as he finished, the day over now, including his shift. Looking at the clock '23:30.' He and some of the other chefs had finished deep cleaning the kitchen for this week. He left the cafe and headed to his apartment, quickly texting Mephsito good night. He laughed as he read the message that he had received from him.

His eyes closed as he felt the cool breeze of the wind. Slowly, opening his eyes, as he stared out to the sky.

"Rin?"

His whole body froze as he heard that name. The one he wanted to forget, to leave behind. Now, who the fucked called him by that name? He turned around to see the male, having two moles near his eyes, one under his lip, and wearing glasses. Fuck, it's him.

"I'm sorry, you must have confused me for someone else."

"No, you are Rin. You froze when I called out the name."

"Hahaha, No. I'm not him. Maybe we look alike."

"No, because, last time I saw him, he had a scar over his eye, as do you."

"Look, I told you. I'm not Rin. So leave me alone and fuck off."

He turned around, but the fucker, grabbed his wrist.

"Rin, I'm sorry for what I said. Please forgive me."

He stayed silent before yanking his hand away. His glare, focusing on the younger twin.

"Now listen here, four eyes. I don't know who you are. I'm not Rin. It's Ito, Ito Yuuri. So fuck off before I decide to break your jaw."

He walked off in a hurry, leaving him behind, running to his apartment, slamming the door behind him. He fell to his knees and sighed. Bitting his lips as the tears fell down his face. Forgive him? Like hell, he would. He was still hurt by what he said. He didn't want to forgive him nor for his own sake.

The sounds of footsteps going down the hallway, the sound then stopped. He didn't look up as his tears blurred his vision. Felling the warmth of a body, then the scent that he started to cherish.

Returning the embrace as he nuzzled into his neck. The soft sound of his humming soothed him. The two stayed like that, Yuuri pulled away. He looked at Mephisto and smiled. While to older male wiped away his tears and gently caressed his cheek.

"Come on, go sleep. It's been a long day. We can talk about it tomorrow if you want."

"Thank you."

"Anything for you."

Please, it hurts. I want you so badly.

Your kindness is intoxicating.

I want you more than anything. I'm becoming obsessed. Please, don't leave me. I don't know what I would have done without you.

I don't think I would be able to live without you.

I think.

"I think I'm with love you."


HAHAHHA, YAH THOUGHT IT WOULD'T HAVE THIS SHIP!?

But honestly, I'm not a big fan of these ships. Since incest, but like we make fucking jokes of 'What are you doing step-bro?!"

This is bro without the step. like I'll be honest. This ain't my favorite incest ship from this series lol. jk jk, As much I kin Rin, I love Amaimon more.

But yeah, Like I've said We having toxicity in this place. So maybe, you might know what's to come.