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First moment

It was a quiet enough day. The sun was out, the wind rustling the leaves of the oak trees lightly as it blew through the ground of True Cross Academy, birds were singing as they flew about.

It was a horrible day.

Okamura Yukio sighed, pushing his glasses up so he could pinch the bridge of his nose to stave the oncoming headache. Eyes closed, verdant teal hidden from view as the younger – though in age only – sibling looked at his elder twin in what could only be frustration. "Nii-san, get up. You don't want to be late on the first day of classes, do you?"

A muffled mumbling was all he got in protest as a tick developed on the brunet's forehead. "Go 'way, Yuki. 'M tired…" A rustle of sheets was heard as sleepy eyes the color of sapphires peeked out from a nest of blue blankets.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have stayed up all night reading shoujo manga!" The taller twin huffed out, arms crossed as an irritated look crossed his face. Really, couldn't his twin be up on time at least once?

"Shut it, Yukio. And it wasn't shoujo manga!" Rin protested his younger sibling, grumpy now that he was awake. Mussed blue-black hair stuck in every direction as he yawned, elongated canines gleaming in the morning sunlight. Man, all he wanted was to go back to bed. "Besides, it's freaking Saturday! Why the hell do we gotta go to classes? Cram doesn't start until 5!"

Yukio once again pinched the bridge of his nose, amazed at how his brother could be so thick sometimes. "Nii-san…. It's Friday. Regular classes start today!"

There was a pause. A thump, shortly followed by a bang. "SHIIIIII-" Rin screeched as he flew out of bed, tumbling to the floor as his foot caught on his many blankets before flying out of the room and presumably to the bathroom. Yukio sighed a third time in as many minutes. Yup, he thought. Today is a horrible day.

Second Moment

Rin was snoring lightly, head pillowed in the crook of his arm as drool dribbled out the corner of his mouth. One of the cram school students – Suguro Ryuji, if he remembered correctly – snorted, muttering under his breath about lazy students. Yukio tsk'ed, eyebrow twitching in irritation as he walked up to his sleeping brother's desk, textbook in hand. "Can anyone tell me the properties of aloe in regards to demon-related injuries?"

A girl with dark purple hair done in two pigtails raised her hand – Kamiki Izumo – before reciting the correct answer when called. "Aloe can be used to treat mashou burns sustained by demons such as ghouls, preventing infection from the temptaint, as well as slowing down the burns from the necrosis caused by the miasma."

"Correct. Well done, Kamiki-san." Yukio nodded to her as the girl sat down, her softer-looking companion praising her friend's knowledge. "The treatment of a mashou is vital to the recovery of any victim of a demon-attack as, depending on the severity of the burn, it can be quite fatal if not treated quickly. Now," the young teacher looked over his eight students, light reflecting off his glasses as he slammed the textbook in his hand near the sleeping boy's head. Rin startled awake with a garbled 'Huh? Wha's goin' on?' as the exorcist glared at his twin, "I want everyone to write me a two-page essay detailing the properties of the aloe plant, it's medicinal effects, and its use in demon pharmacology. Class dismissed." Rin could only stare at his teacher-brother in horror, thoughts of the torture he called homework going through his mind.

Yukio never let his brother slack on his assignments in Middle School, and the elder Okamura knew that, now that Yukio was a teacher, it was only going to get worse.

As the students filed out of the dingy classroom, Yukio packing up his materials used for the class, all that could be heard was the quiet chatter of students leaving, the shuffling of papers, and a small groan of misfortune coming from the blue-eyed teen.

Third Moment

It had been almost a month since they started at True Cross Academy. Almost a month since his brother had started his training to become an exorcist; almost a month since their father had died, and Rin had awoken to his demon heritage. And all Yukio could think about, as he stood in the doorway to his room at the abandoned boy's dormitory, was, 'This can't be real…'

It had been almost a month, yes, since Rin had awoken to his demon nature. During that month, Yukio had taken note of some… interesting, to say the least, changes in his brother's already lackadaisical nature – when he wasn't getting into trouble, that is.

Yukio sighed. "Nii-san."

There was a pause, a fluffy tail swishing in what seemed almost embarrassment as a sheepish expression donned the elder's face. "Yeah?"

"Why are you covered in string?"

Another pause. Another swish of the demonic appendage. "…it attacked me…"

What did I do to deserve this? Yukio pondered as he looked down on his twin, face blank and light making it hard to see his eyes past the lens of his glasses. "…it attacked you," he repeated in plain disbelief, unbelieving.

Rin puffed up, the bright pink-and-purple string tangled in a mess around his body and the floor. "Yeah!"

Another pause.

A sigh from pursed lips.

"Nii-san…"

Blue met teal as Rin locked eyes with his younger, taller twin. "Yeah?"

"You're an idiot…." Yukio pinched the bridge of his nose to stave off the oncoming headache, glasses pushed up. Rin bristled at the comment, tail fluffing out in his protest at the jab to his intelligence.

Yes, Yukio thought, today is a horrible day.

Not too sure when I'll post more moments, but fear not! This is not going to be a one-off thing! I just have a lot of work during the holidays, hopefully more will be posted by the New Year.

Please let me know what you think!

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and have a Happy New Year!

edited 02/25/2018 for errors