Hey guys! Here's another daily update! :) I don't really have anything to say besides that. Umm I'm writing this in the morning because I am so incredibly busy the rest of the day (it's true; I have a life xD) and tomorrow I'll be teaching a friend how to drive (he should have gotten his license three years ago but there was family stuff and yadiyadiyada . . . basically, it's not his fault) and I'm really hoping that I won't die.

(And by the way. All I know of Japanese is thank you and d**m it (oh, the things anime teaches you) and am wonder if the characters they use can be arranged alphabetically (like English can). Just curious, and plus it appears later in the story. Just go with it or pretend that it's in English if it doesn't work. I'm sure Yukio can more or less speak it.)

Anyway, here's chapter 4. Comments at the end. (fantastic)

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Yukio, after taking a quick shower and changing into fresh clothes, joined Shura back in his room, where she had been waiting. It was strange at how much his mood improved just by feeling clean, though the constant rock of dread that had settled in his stomach still pulsed with every rapid beat of his heart.

Shura glanced up at him. In her hands was his manga; usually Yukio would have been utterly exasperated, but all she did was remind her how many times Rin had stolen them and how many times he had caught his brother reading underneath the covers. The memory sent another stab of pain through him like a needle to his heart.

"Let's go," he snapped, pushing the thoughts out of mind. He hadn't meant his voice to be so harsh, but all Shura did was throw the manga on his bed - something that had once annoyed him as well, but no longer. (After all, he had them all arranged alphabetically in his desk dresser.)

She did, however, shoot him an annoyed glance. "Don't take that tone with me," she said. "I'm helping yah dumb butt, remember that."

Yukio scowled, but made sure that he didn't sound to upset after that. She had a point . . . and she wasn't the one he was angry at.

Mephisto.

He had once respected that man, demon or no, if only because his father once had before he died. Now, with his father gone forever and possibly Rin as well, the only thing Yukio could had for the ex-headmaster with a lot of anger and a need to punch him multiple times in the face.

"Shura." Shura and Yukio were now down the steps and heading towards the exit. She shot him a glance, and he continued before he changed his mind, "I - I don't think that I can do this."

Her eyebrows shot up. "You wha?"

"I said . . ." Nope. His mind changed and he turned away, berating himself. "Never mind. Let's hurry."

Shura paused for a moment, studying his face, before sighing and walking on. "Look," she said slowly, "nobody would be surprised if you decided not to go. Heck," she added, scratching her head, "I almost encourage it."

Yukio shot her a surprised glance.

"Well, first of all, he is technically still your legal guardian . . . it's the only reason why he could demand to see you personally, by the way. Should I have mentioned it earlier?"

He shook his head. "Not important."

"True." She turned away, frowning, and suddenly a wicked grin spread on her full lips, a wicked grin thinly layered with a shining lip gloss. "Hey . . . want me to loop the security cameras?" she asked. "That way you can talk to him alone, and then give him a good punch for me. Sound good?"

It sounded fantastic. But Yukio couldn't accept; he had already broken one law with his age. He was still wondering how to avoid every exorcist that knew him, or make up some lie about why he had to stay. It was all very complicated and only added with the weight of stress he carried. A gust of wind brushed past his face; Yukio brushed his hair out of his eyes with an impatient swipe. "No," he said, "I'll talk to him with the security cameras on. Besides," he added dryly, "wouldn't want him opening up a Gehenna gate and sending me to Gehenna when no one was. . ."

His voice trailed off.

Shura glanced at him, expecting for him to continue, but he had frozen on the road, eyes wide and staring off into the distance.

"Yukio?" She flicked his forehead - something that she had done ever since he was little - and his eyes blinked as he snapped out of it.

"I got it," he murmured, turning back to her. A dangerous smile played on his lips; if they weren't friends, it would have sent shivers up and down Shura's spine.

"You got what?" Shura asked. "A nasty case of the flu?"

He ignored her. He did that a lot, now that she thought about it. "No no no, not that," he said impatiently, "Rin."

She blinked. "You got Rin?"

Oh god, she loved doing this. She could practically see the veins in Yukio's neck bulge and the impatience and frustration in his voice making it just a tad higher than what it was supposed to. "No!" he snapped. "I know how to help him! To get him out!"

"I know," Shura said. Yukio blinked at her, uncomprehending for a moment, then squeezed the bridge of the nose with his fingers. It occurred to Shura that he hadn't slept right since Rin left . . . maybe she should leave the teasing for when they were both a little more secure in their health.

"Well, if you know," Yukio snapped, "then tell me: how are we going to do it?"

"Well, I was waiting for that part!" she snapped back, blood pressure rising. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't been sleeping right either.

"Then shut up and don't interrupt me," Yukio shouted, quoting her, then blinked a few times as he regained composure. Shura watched in fascination as angry-I-will-kill-you Yukio turned back into I-ran-out-of-bothers-to-give Yukio. He took a deep breath, let it all out, and then said in a disturbingly calm voice, "Mephisto can make a Gehenna Gate. Rin is in Gehenna. Mephisto makes a Gate, we go to Gehenna, bring Rin home."

"One problem. Mephisto can't make a Gehenna Gate in his cell," she pointed out, but then the realization dawned on her and she grinned, a grin that would have made Satan jealous. "Unless you're suggesting . . ."

"That's right," Yukio continued in a hurry. "We're going to have to break Mephisto out of jail."

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Tada! Chapter four done. Reply time!

Hartanna: Ooooooh shiiiiiiiiiiiiip did I really do that?! D: Zane is actually the made character of my novel; I must have accidently written it without thinking. I caught myself doing that a few times this chapter.

DeepAzure: Thanks for the suggestion! But no, I'm not turning this story into a yaoi. I had to look it up and I'm pretty sure it doesn't mean what you think it means. This is a personal thing, but I don't even cuss in my stories. I suggest you look under the rating M for that genre. Sorry!

Guest: Seriously? More updates? I'm updating every single day, what more do you want?! D:

Toby: Don't even worry! :) Angel plays a huge roll in this story later on - a good one, by the way, because I know that you like him. But I can't say any more xD I don't want to spoil it!