Um. Guys. Today is my last day home. I'm leaving for my university tomorrow. Honestly, I was really excited to go, and it was fun going shopping and talking to my friends about leaving, but now I'm kinda scared hahah. Don't get me wrong, I'm still excited, but from here on out I'm not sure what's going to happen. What it's going to be like, if everything will work out okay, if I'll make friends, if I'll forget my new address and get lost on my way home. I'm going to a new town, starting a new life, and everyone I knew will wave at me when I'm gone.

I almost don't want to leave. I do, I really do and I'm looking forward to going, but my nerves are getting the better of me hahah. I'll try to keep it from translating into this chapter, but we'll see.

I'm planning on a double-upload today. No comments at the end, but I want you guys to know that I appreciate all of the reviews and all of the support. :) Honestly, you guys are the best readers. Thank you for being awesome.

And sorry for the length of this chapter. It's honestly just a filler-chapter for the next Assaih chapter; mostly to get from point A to point B. I'll make up for it later today.

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Yukio POV

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It felt as if his mind was running around in circles.

Are the guns clean enough? Will they jam? Will he be able to rely on Shura? And what about Angel; she had mentioned during the trial hearing that she wanted to use him in the escape plan, but hasn't mentioned him since.

Now that he thought about he, she also mentioned looping the security camera footage and getting invisibility cloaks but, so far, that she hasn't gotten them. All she got was drunk.

A headache pierced through his conscious and he rubbed the bridge of his nose; this was such an ill-thought of plan, with hardly any preparation at all, with so many loose ends and -

- and the demon.

Yukio spun and, to his abject horror, Amaimon had disappeared. It felt as if he had swallowed a gallon of ice water.

"Shura!" he shouted, "wake up!"

She rolled off of Rin's bed, yawning, and nearly fell off. "Whaaa . . . ?"

"Amaimon's gone!" Yukio continued, shoving his guns into their holsters. Damn it. Damn himself for not paying attention, for thinking too much about variables that he could not control. Damn Shura and her drinking, Damn Mephisto, Damn this whole goddamn night. "I'm going to go find hi - "

Thwack.

Something hit the window and bounced off. Yukio, not expecting the noise, jumped from surprise and ran to the window. Shura only yawned.

"He left a while ago," she murmured. "See? He's back already."

And it was true. Amaimon had his hand shoved into the exterior wall and was using the other to knock on the window pane. Yukio blinked, stunned, before opening the window. He didn't trust the demon in the least, but it was the small hands clinging to his shoulders that forced him into action.

"Slow," Amaimon stated, stepping from the desk to the floor like it was a stair.

Suddenly there was a sudden gasp. "I thought I was gonna die!" said a familiar voice, and Shiemi dropped from his back to the ground. Her face was pale and she was clutched at her heart, taking deep breathes.

Yukio was star-struck. "Sh - Shiemi?!"

She blinked; her green eyes seemed luminous in the pale moonlight, and she smiled at him before suddenly realizing something and putting on a serious face. "I - I've come to help you save Rin!" she stammered out, then looked blankly at Shura slumped on the floor by Rin's bed. "That's what you guys are doing, right?"

She didn't sound too sure of herself.

Yukio made a face; he hadn't expected her to come, but what did he expect? This was Shiemi after all and, despite her sweet personality, she was stubborn to a fault and usually had the last word in any conversation to prove it.

Worse, when it came to arguments she was passionate about, she was always right. Always.

Yukio didn't even have a chance.

"We're breaking Mephisto out of prison," he said. Might as well get it over with. "We need him to make a Gehenna Gate."

Shiemi glanced at Amaimon, who was standing by the wall. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked down on her like she was an insect, nothing more. But then the moment passed and he looked away. "I just want Mephisto back," he said simply. "I can't break the chains."

"I can break the chains," Shiemi said hurriedly. "With Nii-chan."

"Are you certain?" Yukio asked.

Shiemi nodded.

That's one loose end that's tied off, he thought. At least he wouldn't have to steal the key; truth be told, he didn't want another black mark added to his soon-to-be pitch-black record.

Not, he added as an afterthought, that it would make much of a difference.

"And I," Shura suddenly exclaimed, wiping her eyes and yawning once again, "didn't just get drunk, ya moley four-eyes."

Yukio turned his dry glare towards her. "Explain."

Shura smiled; a dangerous, wicked smile fitting for a demon. "I went to hang out with the security guards," she grinned, her violet eyes twinkling. "They're worse off than I am . . . and I also looped the security tape while I was at it. See?" she added, standing to bop Yukio on the nose. "I am helpful."

Next Assaih chapter: Operation: Break Mephisto Out of Jail. Look forward to it! Even though I don't know when I can upload it. Sorry about the cliffhanger. I got a text message in the middle of this chapter and it completely killed all motivation to write. People can be such clueless assholes. I'm begging you, you guys, never turn into one of those.

But you're all so sweet and amazing, I'm sure I have nothing to worry about. :P

Another chapter later today. Excuse me while I crawl into a hole and block out the world.

Stay awesome,

Rand0mSmil3z