Yea, sorry I haven't updated this in a while. I've had writer's block and I still kind of have it, but I wanted to try and update some of my older Anime stories since my newer ones probably have more writer's block syndrome on them. Anyways, this story is an AU of a 'what-if' scenario of when Rin and Shiemi's kids are born what if the Grigori found out about them and subjected Rin to a trial. Since he's the son of Satan they'll obviously suspect his kids to have the flames since he does too.

I also haven't watched the Anime or read the Manga in a while, so if what I've written for the Grigori isn't right, I'm sorry. They don't have a lot of appearances, so I don't really know their characters. This is an AU remember.

Anyways, enjoy!

Story 9: Liar Mask

"Rin Okumura…" I cringed as they said my name; eyes glancing up briefly before looking back down at my shoes.

I stood before the Order of the True Cross also known as the Grigori behind a gold banister that separated us. My younger brother; Yukio was by the entrance to the room. I could practically feel his cold glare aimed at the supreme advisors. Not too far from my brother is my … ahem ... eldest half-brother; Mephisto Pheles or Samael.

That still has a bad taste when I think of it.

Yuck!

How am I related to that clown?

Oh right...

I stood before the True Cross Order for one reason.

It wasn't like it was back when I was in Cram School and lost control while fighting Amaimon.

No, this is different.

"…you are on trial for defiling a young maiden…" I rolled my eyes as the Grigori listed off what I'd done.

This is ridiculous…

Unfair...

How did I defile her?

"Isn't it normal for married couples to…" I paused for a moment, thinking of a word that was suitable in the situation I was currently in. "…sleep in the same bed and want to start a family?"

"It's normal for human couples," A female voice from one of the Grigori stated, bluntly. My eyes narrowed at her words, turning my head away and clicking my tongue in frustration at their arrogance.

High and mighty assholes…

I'm just as human as you are.

"You're talking as if I can't feel anything," I retorted back, ignoring my brother's shouting to get me to stop. "You keep forgetting I'm only half-demon which means I'm still as much human as I am demon."

The Grigori fell silent at my words before turning to each other and discussing as quietly to each other as they could. I knew at this point I'd either pissed them off to order myself a death sentence or … they were discussing something else.

I should stop speaking my mind.

It gets me into too much trouble.

Their discussion ended and they turned back to me causing me to frown when none of them spoke up.

Something was off and I didn't like it.

"We have decided that you are too valuable to kill." I grit my teeth at that. I guess that was good, but what did that mean for why I was here. "However we have decided that your children…" The word was basically spat out and I narrowed my eyes. "…will be given to someone more capable to take care of them than a demon."

My eyes widened at hearing this.

I froze up, shoulders tensing instantly as I heard those words leave the Grigori's lips.

No.

They can't do that.

THEY CAN'T TAKE MY KIDS FROM ME!

The Later Years

I sat on my bed, head in my hands as I realised just how long it'd been since my trial … since I last saw my kids. I was given simple rules by the Order to follow. I had to follow them or else. They were sent to live with their maternal grandmother since she was human, had had a child and could raise them human; like how I was.

It's not like I couldn't try, but they didn't trust me because I'm a Satan spawn.

The rules I had to follow were; stay away from the supply shop and don't try and contact Miss Moriyama.

Basically I couldn't see my kids at all or know how they were doing…

It was bullshit…

The only time I could know was when Yukio or one of my old classmates went to the spice shop to get supplies and told me instead.

I'm happy they do that, but also jealous that they're allowed to go and not me.

I can't see my own kids because … GAH!

I ruffled my hands through my messy, dark hair in frustration, growling to myself. It's been just over twelve years since they were sent away and I want to know what they look like.

What they like to do in their spare time.

I've followed the rules, but there was always an urge in the back of my head that made me want to see them ... hold them.

Now I know what people say about 'Fatherly instincts' and that shit.

I want to see them, but the Order will have my tail if I do...

I've been told that my daughter – Hana – looks a lot like Shiemi with her blond hair and green eyes while my son – Ryunosuke – looks like a good combination of both of us.

A frustrated sigh left my lips as my tired blue eyes glanced around my bedroom. They stopped on a photo on my desk of me and Shiemi, smiling at the camera … on our wedding day. I turned my head away as quick as I'd looked at the picture.

It hurts to look back at those times when I was so happy … with her.

It hurts too much…

It sucks…

I've been trying so hard to get over Shiemi, to move on from the fact I'll never see my kids grow up … that I've dedicated every waking moment of my life to being an Exorcist.

What I hate the most is that even if I save someone's life they still believe I'm some vile beast … like Satan…

I'm nothing like him!

Then when I come home I'm reminded that my wife is dead and I'm not allowed to see my kids.

It tears at me ... at my heart...

The sound of knocking caused me to turn my head to the lounge area of my small apartment, frowning. The knocking continued and I got up off of my bed, heading out into the lounge area, down the hallway and up to the front door. I wasn't expecting anyone unless Yukio decided to pop in unexpectedly.

I unlocked the door, opening it and frowning when I saw that it was indeed my younger brother. "Yukio, the hell…"

He just gave me his signature stern frown and I rolled my eyes at him, but it melted off his face as a sigh was released from his lips. "Rin, you remember what the Grigori said?"

What he asked only caused me to snort. "Of course I do. How could I not?"

I narrow my eyes at my brother, wondering why he asked that.

Something was up…

He seemed nervous.

Why would he?

I could tell from the way he fidgeted with his glasses, pushing them up even if he didn't need to. "Well, they never mentioned it to you because they were still unsure on the matter. They mentioned it to Mephisto though…"

"Spit it out, Yukio!" I snarled out, starting to get annoyed with my brother.

"They started discussing it more recently after an incident happened with Yun and decided that…" Yukio took in a deep breath before continuing. When he mentioned my son's name my eyes went wide. Shit, what happened? "…if either of your children show any demonic capabilities they should be sent to live with you to learn how to control themselves."

As the news finally passed through my head and I understood what my brother was saying … I stood still. However my hold on the doorknob increased. "It took them fucking long enough…"

"Rin!" Yukio reprimanded me for my use of language and I just rolled my eyes.

So what?

I use worse language when Yukio isn't around.

A lot of colourful words he wouldn't be happy with.

There were many thoughts flying through my head right now.

Why did the Grigori change their mind so suddenly?

Did they not want a rampant quarter-demon running around with no training?

Why was I suddenly allowed to be informed on my children's wellbeing?

I mean, Yukio is the one telling me, but he also mentioned how the Grigori are involved.

This makes no sense!

"Why?" I suddenly asked my brother, frowning at him.

He seemed shocked at my question, blinking. "What do you mean, Rin?"

"Why am I suddenly allowed to know what happens to my kids when I've been in the dark for the past twelve years?" I snarled out at my younger twin; who flinched back at my anger, seeming surprised.

I know I shouldn't let out my anger on Yukio, but I'm fed up with this bullshit system!

Just because I'm the son of Satan does not mean I'm anything like him!

He looked away from me, a nervous expression spreading across his face once more.

Where's the cold and collected Yukio go that I used to know from high school?

The guy that nearly shot his dear, older twin in the head?

I really need to calm down…

"It's because…" Yukio stepped aside to show that someone was actually behind him and when I saw who it was I felt my eyes grow wide.

Yukio continued talking, but I wasn't listening.

The person – boy that had been behind my brother was around twelve with short, messy platinum, blond hair and blue eyes. He wore a plain, short-sleeved shirt and baggy pants with a bag hanging over his left shoulder.

I couldn't believe it.

Did this mean I was a step closer to seeing both of them again?

That I could be able raise them?

"Rin?" I turned my head to face my brother, blinking and remembering what was going on. "The reason Yun is here is because he's already started to develop…" He coughed, trying to make sure my son didn't hear. "…the flames."

"Okay, but what about his sister?" I asked, generally curious about my daughter.

I noticed how my son eyed me and I raised a brow.

Was he even told who I was before being brought here?

I hope so…

"Hana is still human from what we've gathered," Yukio told me as I crossed my arms, nodding at him. My brother turned to the boy and gave him a genuine smile that I hardly ever see on his face. "You'll be staying here with my brother for now."

"Why?" Was his response and quite obvious for a confused preteen.

Yukio stilled, glancing down at his watch and I noticed. "I can do it. You go do whatever you need to do." I made a shooing motion causing him to smile as he ushered my son through the open door that I held open.

I noticed how timid he seemed to in my home yet suspicious.

I closed the door when I heard Yukio leave, gaze lowering to the floor.

He probably doesn't know who I am.

I'm just a stranger to him…

That was what the Grigori wanted after all.

No mention of me to my kids … like Satan to me…

I lifted my head as I heard the sound of feet shuffling about and noticed how Yun was looking around my lounge room. He seemed to have noticed the photos I had near the cabinet the TV was propped up on.

"Sorry, I don't have a room set up for you, but I can do that now…" I told him, trailing off while rubbing the back of my neck.

Since I didn't know about this.

Damn Yukio...

He could've at least text ahead, warning me.

"Who are you…?" He asked me, trying to sound determined, but it came out scared and uncertain.

"Huh?"

He turned his head to face me, blue boring into blue. He held up a framed picture and pointed at the beautiful blond that I had my arms wrapped around. The picture was from a little before graduation and Shiemi had been the one to ask me out on a date not the other way around. "Gran told me and Hana that this is our Mother. Why do you have a picture of her?" He narrowed his eyes at me, seeming more confident in what he's asking.

I stared at him for moment before turning my head away, face grim. "She … was my best friend in high school … and then later became my wife…"

Yun's breath hitched and I could tell he was processing my words, carefully.

I noticed how out of the corner of my eye that he was shaking.

Poor kid…

"D…Did you two get divorced and she…" I shook my head at what I knew he was going to ask.

It was obvious to me.

He and Hana grew up only knowing about their Mother, but never me; their Father.

It must be hard for him.

I don't know what he was told or what he believed of me…

It's like how Yukio and I didn't know much on our birth Mother only getting a small phrase from Dad in winter...

Never knowing about Satan until I was fifteen...

What a twisted way to play fate...

It's so cruel...

"So you're…" He cut himself off as I nodded my head at his unfinished question. "YOU BASTARD!" He shouted, causing me to turn my head to face him and see that there were tears pouring down his cheeks, his face flushed pink in anger. "SO AFTER MUM DIED YOU LEFT US AND WE WERE SENT TO LIVE WITH GRAN, IS THAT IT!"

Is that really how he thought of me?

If that's how Yun thinks of me then what did his sister?

Probably not much different...

I turned my head away from him, still holding that grim look on my face. I know that I should tell him why, but he's only twelve. Though I was only fifteen when I found out I was the bastard son of Satan. It's not that much of an age difference.

"DON'T LOOK AWAY!" He kept going off, temper flaring. "TELL ME WHY!"

After that I heard something explode and looked back in through the kitchen window between the lounge and noticed a bit of blue fire just disappearing from the stove. I blinked and looked back over to my son; who looked surprised by the sudden sound and had seemed to calm down some.

This kid definitely has my temper.

I can see that.

I just hope he doesn't flare up like I used to ... and still do.

A small sigh escaped my lips as I turned back to face him, running a hand through my dark hair. It's best to tell him since he's going to be staying with me to control his powers he might as well know where they came from.

"The reason I couldn't raise you and your sister is also why you're here with me now," I told him causing him to frown in confusion. "Do you know why?"

He folded his arms, huffing and looked away. "How should I? I was just told to pack and follow Mr Okumura."

"He's also your Uncle."

"So what!?"

Yep, just like me…

That doesn't mean it'll be easy.

"I wasn't allowed to raise you two by order of the Grigori; Head of the True Cross Order," I told my son and that just seemed to confuse him more. "You do know what an exorcist is, right?"

"Yea…" He answered me, sounding unsure yet also stubborn about it.

"Well, exorcists kill demons that come into Assiah from their home dimension; Gehenna." He seemed to be getting it so far. He didn't look confused so far. "Now, what happens when a demon and a human have a kid together?"

Yun frowned at my question as though it seemed farfetched.

It did sound crazy to someone that didn't believe in demons.

And I used to be one of those people...

"A hybrid of the two; a half-demon?"

I nodded at my son's answer as a small smile spread across my face. "Now what happens if the Father of said half-demon is the strongest demon in Gehenna?" He once again looked confused causing me to elaborate. "Satan…"

Now this caused my son's eyes to widen at hearing this. Yep, he knew this name. "I…I don't know…"

"Execution," I told him as bluntly as I could. It was a cruel world out there and he had to learn that. "All for being a Satan spawn."

I hated that word so much.

It made my stomach churn with hate for the demon that was my biological Father.

I hated him with every fibre of my being…

My gaze never left my son as he processed all of what I had told him. His eyes went to the floor, frowning as he contemplated what to say, opening and closing his mouth. "Does that mean you're..." I nodded my head at him, solemnly.

"My brother and I were to be executed because of our status of being Satan spawn. However the man meant to kill us, adopted us instead and raised us as his own kids." A solemn smile crossed my lips before it fell. "I made a few too many mistakes in my youth which I regret now." I lifted my head a bit to look at my son before turning away from facing him. "The Grigori - when they found out about you two … weren't happy. They never saw me as human, but a demon since I'm Satan's half-demon son. They put me on trial and decided to give you two to Shiemi's Mother while I become their little weapon against demons." I ran a hand through my hair. "I'm just glad they decided to hand you over to me to let me help with your flames and not just kill you."

"T…They'd do that?" Yun cried out, eyes wide and watching me.

I let out a deep sigh. "Yes. They would. If we're seen as a threat to Assiah they will eliminate us."

This sent a shudder down my back of what would happen if they had killed Yun instead of sending him to me?

Well, I can say they'd have one pissed off half-demon.

They took my son from me once they wouldn't take him away again that's for sure…

"So, Satan is my…"

"No. He is not and never will be your Grandfather," I snarled out and hardly noticed my son stiffen at my tone. My eyes soften and I smile at him. "Sorry, I just don't see that … monster as a Father. I only have one and I only needed one."

Yun watched me with wide eyes, nodding his head at me.

I guess all this informatiom is slowly setting in for him.

I hope so...

It must be hard ... meeting me after so long yet not knowing who I am.

It hurts me to see him so confused about this ... about me...

If I could stop myself from pulling out that sword and condemning my fate ... our fate ... I would...

I swallowed the saliva that had built up in my mouth, approaching the preteen and standing before the boy. He's so short compared to how I was. He probably hasn't hit his growth spurt yet. I reluctantly placed my hand on his head as he watched, silently, with those wide blue eyes of his.

My eyes...

I couldn't stop myself as my arms wrapped around his small form and brought him in for a hug, surprising him. "I've … waited so long…" I mumbled out, trying my best to hold in the tears that wanted to come out. "I've missed you … so much, Yun…"

The boy stiffened in my grasp at my words before grabbing hold of my shirt and hiding his face in my chest. "I've wanted this for so long…" He muttered into my shirt. He hiccupped and rubbed his face into my shirt as I felt droplets hit it. "…Dad…"

I sucked in a breath as that word hit me.

It was the first time I'd heard it said to me.

My kids were only infants when they were given away.

So hearing it now is incredible, but at the same time it breaks my heart.

It shows how much of Yun's life I've missed.

I rubbed behind his head, shushing him as he sobbed into my chest. The feeling in my chest, increased tenfold as I smiled down at the boy in my arms as warm tears cascaded down my own face. "It's alright, Yun." I nuzzled his blond hair. "Dad's here and he's going to stay … for good…"