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Chapter Seven

Now to say that this worried him was not a false statement. Although his mind thought of his fellow students of mostly nothing but trash his feelings were actually quite fond of them. He just didn't show it. And the fact that Izumo and the others were gone meant he was alone. He hated being completely alone, when he was fighting he hated having to look after someone but to have nothing to come home to? That was one of the reasons he got into street fights so often before the event. To protect his right to come back, to his safe zone, whether it was friends or literally a back alley he wouldn't let it be taken away from him. That left the question of what to do. His head told him to run. But he didn't want to. His continued to debate the issue until he realized that the last chuchi had no trouble finding him. So hiding and running was overall useless. That left him with a perplexing problem. Draw his sword and fight his way out alone, or go back and get the others while not drawing his sword. The choice wasn't a very difficult one to make if it wasn't for his brother Yukio and his teacher Shura. Yukio protected him from the other exorcists and Shura was teaching him the way of the sword. Rin froze what was wrong with him he was thinking of abandoning his brother. He looked at his hands, which were trembling. These hands had fought for years to protect his brother. And now he was going to cast him aside? "No!" thought Rin finally deciding to try to rescue Yukio since he was family then get out of there. Who knows maybe he might even rescue them all. Surely then they would promote him again right? With those selfish motivations in his mind and the moral obligation of family Rin made the decision.

Decision made Rin sat down on the ground and told the voice to tell him what to do to get the demons tongue. And of course explain why the foxes had changed when he talked to them. The voice chuckled, "Family obligation is important Rin, I'm glad you realize that. But don't forget what you said earlier. The others will only hold you down. Now the demons tongue is yours by birthright but let's understand some things right now. It wasn't your words that made them change youngling, it was your blood. When your blood touched them it overwrote the link from their original master and replaced it with a new link, to you. Your words only told them what you wanted them to do. they would have changed regardless. Your blood transformed them into their true form. But as you wish I'll explain everything. First you need to draw a circle on the ground…" The voice continued to tell Rin what to do as Rin quickly obeyed. "The demons tongue is exactly what it sounds like. It's the language of demons. There are several castes in the demon world. The higher castes understand the humans tongue while the lower ones do not. Tamers spells have a translation function in them to enable master and slave to communicate regardless of caste…."

After what seemed an eternity Rin was ready. His head was once again far away. His pupils had a reddish glint to them while his blue eyes glowed like the sword was already drawn. The voice told him that's all he would do to help him. Now he was on his own. One day he'd have to find out who the voice belonged to. It seemed obvious but it was escaping him for some reason. But it didn't matter he had worked to do. Standing back up obliterating the symbols on the ground in the process, he sheathed the kurika. He was off again but he traveling quicker without Izumo on his back. His head was filled with a strange music, a haunting melody. He couldn't hear all of the words. "Run, run run again, but you'll end where you began" The words gave him a bad feeling almost like a premonition. He stopped at a clearing where a huge rock was rooted, worn flat by the timeless ages. He had arrived.