So, after months of stress and hard work, I finally got a few days to just, sit down and relax. The chapter is short, and I'm sorry about that, and there may not be many, if any, chapters left for this fanfic. But fear not! I have plans for future ones, so stay tuned!
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Rin was getting used to his demonic features. He rarely bit his lips anymore, and he had gotten used to being stronger than the standard teens his age. Even the fact that he healed much faster than regular humans no longer bothered him that much. And yet, there was one feature that still bothered him: his tail. It was hard to hide and had a life of its own, as well as a tendency to get in the way. In the first couple of weeks, the black, furry bastard would wrap itself around his legs and trip him, and when he went to the bathroom, it would often end up in the toilet, leaving it soaked and disgusting.
That didn't happen much anymore, thankfully, but that didn't change the fact that it was still a pain in the ass to keep clean. Sure, the tail was black, so it was rarely obvious when it was filthy, but Rin could feel every single, however tiny, piece of dirt that managed to get stuck in it. If he didn't shower in the evening before bed, then he would spend half an hour grooming the fluffy end of his tail to at least get some of the dirt off. If he didn't do that, then he would wake up with an itchy tail, and he would end up scratching it throughout the day. Having it wrapped around his torso made it look like he scratched his chest, and for some, it looked like he was either very nervous or having a hives outbreak. Bon even joked about it by asking him if he had fleas. To avoid that, he made sure to either wash it or groom it.
But one thing Rin had not been prepared for was motor oil. He had managed to fall into a puddle of oil, butt first, soaking it completely. He had tried washing it with dish soap, shampoo, even som Cornstarch powder that he read about on the internet (he had googled it as a last attempt to get the oil out of his fur) but nothing worked. Sure, a good portion of it had been washed out, but some was still stuck, like glue or gum. His tail no longer looked well and healthy, but instead dry and damaged. He found scissors and cut off the parts that were far from saving, leaving large, almost bare spots. It almost looked like the tail of a mouse.
How was he supposed to save it now? He had been scrubbing and washing it for over two hours now, blood from open wounds now starting to dry up and stick to the last bits of hair left on the sad excuse of a demon tail. Scrubbing it had been utterly painful, and a part of him wanted to give up, but decided that one last, careful wash wouldn't do any harm. Rin carefully swung it up to the sink and turned the water onto lukewarm, whimpering when the water splashed onto it. Why did this have to be so painful? Being stabbed with a sword was nothing compared to this agony. Once that was done and the tail had been dried off, Rin made a mental note: always keep your tail above the ground when you're outside the dorm.
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