This story is a sequel to 'Story 3: Parallel Hearts' after Yun finds out about Rin's secret of being the son of Satan and is taking it a little hard. He doesn't know how to handle knowing his Father is a half-demon and that his Grandfather is the devil. So, it's basically Rin trying to get Yun to understand that both of them are in the same dilemma even if Rin has in fact started to see that this is who he is. It's kind of like a coming-of-age for Yun and trying to accept a part of him that Rin already has.

Story 7: I Didn't Want To Know Such A World

It was cold. It smelled too.

I was shivering in my ripped white True Cross shirt; my tail curled around my body as if to comfort me. I was sitting in the middle of a cell underneath Vatican Headquarters. I had been brought here shortly after … that happened and I had been made to wait here until someone came to get me for my 'trial'.

This is ridiculous! I didn't do anything wrong! I tried to stop Amaimon from hurting my friends! What's wrong with that? Am I not allowed to protect the people I care about?

This is stupid…

The sound of footsteps broke me from my thoughts and I looked up from the floor to see the glaring face of my younger twin. I swallowed at seeing him here and gave him a small smile as if to lighten the mood. "Hey, Yukio…"

"Don't." I froze. He was using 'that' tone with me.

He was pissed.

I can tell.

His glasses were hiding his eyes from my view. I couldn't see how angry he was with me. I gulped and turned my head away from him. "You exposed yourself to your classmates and to the Vatican, Rin. Do you realise how much trouble you're in?"

He sounded disappointed.

I hate this.

I hate hearing Yukio lecture me.

I took in a breath; feeling as if I had to say something back to him. "I had to do something or else Amaimon would've kept hurting them."

This seemed to make my brother glare daggers at me. "That still doesn't mean you had to draw the sword!"

I clenched my teeth together.

My own anger rising at hearing him continue to lecture me. I lifted my head up to glare back at him. "What then? What would you say I should've done instead? I was between a rock and a hard place, Yukio!" I shouted at my younger twin in anger. He was shocked at my reaction. I was also shocked, but even more when I felt the soft liquid of tears burn at the edge of my eyes. "I had no other choice!"

I lowered my head back down to stare at the ground once more; a glare every so often aimed at my tail. "Rin…"

"I hate this, Yukio…" I whispered to him. "I…I hate that I'm the son of Satan. I wish … I never found out…"

The Later Years

Why am I thinking about that all of a sudden?

I've gotten over that.

I'm me.

I'm not Satan's son.

I'm Shiro Fujimoto's son; the former Paladin.

Yet … that memory always seems to come back to me for some reason.

As if to haunt me.

I sigh and shake my head and look at the class of young exorcists before me. It had been twenty-five years since that day; my friends had learned to accept me for who I was not who I was related to. We had all graduated two years later from both Cram School and True Cross Academy and went our separate ways for a while. I started dating Shiemi and after a few years we all got together again for our wedding; and after that we had two adorable kids.

Right now, I work as both an exorcist when I'm needed on a job and a full-time teacher at the Academy. Well, I need the money and Mephisto pays just as well as he did when I was in school. My kids also go here, so having their Father and Uncle teach them a different class each … may get a bit overwhelming and embarrassing.

I understand that as Yukio was my teacher in high school, but your Father … I probably don't understand how they feel. Well, my demeanour here at the Academy differs to how I am at home with my kids and brother. I act more professional at the Academy; like a teacher while at home I act like a Dad or myself in general when around Yukio or my friends. I've grown up quite a bit since high school, but it's hard at times not to want to join in with these kids.

I mean … Yukio said that even though we're both mentally and biologically forty I look like I'm ten years younger. It's like my aging process stopped at thirty because I'm half-demon or because that was the age I started becoming more mature so I stopped aging. I don't know and neither does Yukio.

Mephisto doesn't even know; that or he's hiding it from me.

The damn clown.

I work as the Cram School's Gym teacher now since Tsubaki retired and is too busy with his 'kitty-cat' … ugh…

I stare at the kids down in the arena as they ran away from the Reaper; a large frog-like demon that was chained to a cage. This was an exorcise they usually have to go through in training either as exwires and pages to make sure they could make quick escapes. Only two could be in the ring at a time and right now it was my Son; who was running raggedly behind his rival and friend; Katsuo Shima.

"Come on, your legs are moving but I don't see any progress!" I shout to my son; watching as he tried to catch up with his friend.

"It's tiring!" He called back.

"Do you think a demon will care if you're tired when you're in combat?" I didn't get an answer, but he seemed to speed up a little as if getting the memo. That kid is such a pain sometimes…

I sigh to myself; watching him run around the track – still a little slower than Katsuo. I have to remember I was once like him. A teenager trying to figure out his place in the world; especially after finding out who you're related to…

The sound of approaching footsteps caught my attention; yet I had to keep my eyes on the two kids in the arena. "Rin, you ready to swap over?" I heard the familiar voice of my brother.

"Yea…" I pulled the lever back; stopping the Reaper's movements and making the class turn to me. "Alright! Class is over now! It's time for you to head over to your Demon Pharmaceuticals lesson!" The class groaned and I could feel my brother's iron gaze on them as they slid down the arena wall where Katsuo, Yun and the Reaper still were and headed for the large double doors at the end of the large circular arena.

"I'll meet all of you there soon!" Yukio called to the class; earning him a few groans in the process of, 'take your time' and such. My brother let out an annoyed sigh and turned back to me. "Rin, are you sure you're okay with this?" I just frowned at Yukio, slightly confused. "I know you took the job to help with the kids, but you know I can help you too. You just had to ask."

I shook my head at my brother's statement, giving him a small smile and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Yukio, I didn't want to burden you with my problems."

"I'm your brother. I'm meant to be a burden to you. We're to burden each other, remember?" He questioned me, raising a brow as if to prove a point.

A small chuckle left my lips and I shook my head at his question. "That's so stupid yet so true…"

"Hey Yun, what are you doing? You know that's dangerous!" I frowned after hearing the sudden voice of Katsuo; sounding slightly distressed.

What was my idiot of a son doing now?

I turn around to look over the edge of the platform that both Yukio and I were on. I let out a frustrated sigh when I saw my son; Ryunosuke Okumura inching ever so slowly towards the Reaper with a hand outstretched.

Ugh!

This reminds of the time Suguro was trying to prove a point to me.

Now it's my own son.

He can be so hot-headed ... probably gets it from me...

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Yun?!" I shouted down at my son.

Yun's blue eyes looked up at my own and glared at me. "I'm going to prove to you that … I'm not…"

My eyes widened as I glanced at the Reaper and then back at my son. It had seen his fear. I grabbed the lever and pulled as the Reaper jumped towards Yun; making him freeze and fall backwards onto his backside.

I heard a snap.

My eyes widened and I looked over the edge along with Yukio as the Reaper's chains snapped.

It was as if time had slowed.

My son was going to get chomped by a Reaper if I didn't stop it.

I took out my sword from the sheath on my back and jumped off of the platform; aiming my unsheathed sword at the demon.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" I landed between the Reaper and Yun; earning a surprised look to cross both my son and Katsuo's faces. The Reaper, however was quivering and backing away from me; back towards its cage. "Get back in that damn cage or…" I narrowed my now red-rimmed blue eyes at the demon; pointing my sword at it. "…I will exorcise you!"

The demon backed away from me as I kept pushing forward until it was back inside the cage; slamming the door shut on it. My eyes looked to the broken chain and I groaned in dismay.

Great, we're gonna need to replace that...

However a sigh of relief left my lips as I turned around to face Yun and Katsuo. Their expressions held fear in them, but that wasn't what worried me right now. I'm a teacher and I had to protect my students … no matter what. If a demon was set on harming or killing any of my students then I was obliged to exorcise it.

I shoved my sword back into the sheath on my back; extinguishing my demonic appearance and flames. "Are you two okay?"

Yun looked as though he was going to speak, but couldn't and turned his head away from me. I noticed a hint of anger and betrayal in his eyes; causing me to sigh to myself.

Great, just what I need.

He's being moody again.

It's like when Hana's on her menstrual cycle only it's all the time with Yun!

What a pain…

"We're fine, Mr Okumura," Katsuo replied, smiling nervously at me.

I frowned at him and pointed to the door. "Go find your classmates. I'm sure Yukio has already left."

"Y…Yes, Sir!" With that the boy ran off towards the double doors. I looked up at the platform I had previously been on; seeing Yukio give me a nod of understanding before leaving as well.

I let out a small sigh.

I knew this had been coming at some time … just never so soon…

I approached my son and knelt down before him; saying in a soft voice, so as not to provoke his short temper. He had my temper after all which was a huge pain at times. "Yun, why'd you do that?"

His eyes didn't even look up at me. My brows knitted together, making my eyebrows scrunch into a frown.

"You know I've told the class about Reapers. How they attack due to your emotional state," I explained to him which equalled in a nod from him. "So, why did you try and do something like that?"

"Stop it…" He growled out, sounding annoyed.

Here it comes…

"Yun, what…"

He turned around to face me with anger flaring in his blue eyes. "Stop treating me like I'm still a kid!"

This caused my frown to deeper and I gave my son a more stern tone. "You are, Yun."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Dad!"

Here comes his short temper.

He definitely gets this from me…

Okay, time to pull the 'stern-Dad-talk' like what my Dad did with me...

"You may not be a kid, but you're still young, inexperienced and reckless! A stunt like that has caused students injuries! Don't do it again!" I shouted back at him, putting my hands on his shoulders. "You not only endangered yourself, but Katsuo too!"

I noticed the change in Yun's eyes. He lowered his head; shame covering his face. "I…I get that. I do…" I grit my teeth together and glared at my son in the eyes, cutting him off before he could continue. "Then why'd you do it?"

I stared him in the eyes and he stared back. He swallowed and he pushed me away from him before finally replying with, "I hate this…"

I stared at my son in shock and confusion. My anger all wiped away from what he just said. "What?"

He turned back to face me with a different expression; not anger this time but … fear and sadness. "I don't want to be a half-demon, Dad! I don't want to see demons! Why … do I suffer this?"

I listened to my son's little rant and sighed to myself. It reminded me of what I had said to my own Father; only this time is different. My son and I both share similar lives; being kept out of what we were meant to be a part of.

I couldn't bring him into that world yet…

"Yun…" He turned around to face me; tears streaming down his face now. "…I know it's hard, but you have to accept that this is who you are." I looked at him in the eyes with a serious expression. "I only did this to keep you safe. It was what my own Father did for me and I wanted to try and see if I could succeed where he had failed."

"Isn't your Father … Satan?"

I looked away from my son and I think he noticed how much hate was in my eyes at those words. "He is … but neither I nor Yukio sees him as such. We only had one Father; our adoptive Father who actually raised us. Satan wasn't anything like a Father to us just … the person who killed our Father." I looked back to my son to notice his wide-eyed expression after my little explanation. I sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. "Yun, even if you don't want to be half-demon you have to accept it. I did when I was your age … I realised it was who I was even if I never wanted it…"

"You … went through this too?" He looked at me; wide eyes still gazing at me but this time there was a hint of confusion in them.

I chuckled at the question and pat his shoulder. "Of course I did. It was harder for me because my old man…" My head lowered and I stared at the floor. I could tell Yun was trying to figure out why I was taking so long to reply. "Well, Satan got to him. It was my fault, you could say. I said something stupid that I can never take back…" I looked back to my son with a wry smile on my face. "However I still had Yukio after that. Here and now; you have your sister, your Uncle Yukio and me. So, don't think you can take all this emotional shit on by yourself. I'm here for you and I've seen a lot…" I looked my son in his blue eyes; a smile spreading across my lips. "…I'll help you through it if you just let me, okay?"

The tears streaming down my son's cheeks continued as he lunged at me, crying into my exorcist uniform. I let out a small 'oof' as the teen let out small muffled cries. "I…I don't want to be like this, Dad! Why did we have to be related to Satan!?"

I put a hand on my son's head as a sigh left my lips; shaking my head. "I don't know. It's just how the world decided to make things work. I hate it as much as you, but I 've adapted and in time … you will too."