Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 2/?
Characters: Shura, Amaimon, Mephisto
Genre: Drama, Angst(?)
Summary: "By when Yukio's flames dissipated so did Rin's."

Warning: Originally two-shot, now finished. Like before not beta'd so all mistakes are mine, English is not my main. ps. If my muse will keep strong this might become multichaptered. ps2. read&review

Weather kept on biting into her skin, sending cold shivers running down her back. It was all over just a slight kink in the whole situation she was in. Because she – Shura – never, ever imagined being a witness to the repeat from that day.

The day they lost Yukio if even just for a few minutes.

Right now, when she kept on pressing forward navigating between bushes with a sharp pang of pain in each step she took, the past events rushed back to her, leaving a sour taste in her mouth. Of course, it was a plain and simple plan on her side – to get to the gate and close it, but somehow she had a really bad feeling about this.

Her sword weighted heavily in her hand.

All she took in her sight was darkness illuminated in bluish hue, shining above tall trees. Her breaths were shallow and burned her chest with each intake of air, her left thigh also was slowing her down becoming more and more of a nuisance. However she wasn't going to back off, she wasn't going to give up.

Just not yet.

Finally after too long, she spotted first coal tars floating around thickness of trees. It was a good sign that she was getting closer. Without stopping she practically kept on dissolving the little black specks with her sword, pressing even faster and harder ahead.

Above her a thunder struck, loud rumble followed.

Only then Shura skittered to a abrupt stop as she haven't noticed that tiny coal tars swirled before her in a kind of a mock-barrier. Breathing heavily, she smirked and changed a grip on her sword.

The rain chilled her heated skin.

"Let's the fun begin!"

With a heavy stomp, she jumped from her right leg ahead, slashing with her sword towards the black mass. As she figured however each hit parted the barrier but only for a speck of time before more coal tars filled the hollowed space.

Seeing as she was alone, without backup, her situation wasn't good. Gritting her teeth together, she snarled loudly, once again rushing forward. She needed to get to the other side of them, and seeing for a flash sight of her wrist watch she knew she didn't have time for looking blindly for an entrance - if there was any. But as it happened there wasn't any visible doors to get through.

If there was the one thing that she heard in her ears then it was a dull sound of her heartbeat, and each tick of the seconds passing away.

Tick-tock went the clock.

Shura kept on trying different techniques but none were effective enough to let her slip by, as there were too many coal tars floating around. On the side note she noticed that she wasn't attacked by any demon just yet. With a breathless inhale, she eyed warily the barrier. It looked as if it was saving time for something – no not something, someone.

It was probably the second time in her life, to feel so defeated. The chances for her to get through were almost none, she was hurting all over her body and her emotions were starting to get better of her. Such unlike her. But right now, standing and glaring at that black mass, all she felt she could do was feel angry and tired at the same time.

Seven minutes passed.

"Tch..."

The burning in her chest weighted her down, as she slid slowly lower. Her right knee slapped with a slosh on the ground, her right hand holding tightly handle of sword etched into land. It was hopeless, wishful thinking that she will manage in time. Her will crumbled right there and then as she leaned her forehead on the sword and let tears slid down her face.

Oh how angry she felt with herself, with the world, with everything. The fire in her burned brightly, scorching her and making even more agitated. After everything they went through, all the pain and fear, confusion... they were supposed to just end up like this once again? No, it wasn't fair. But on the other hand life never was fair.

Clutching the handle of her sword, Shura whimpered, her lips slightly parted. She gazed through her tear-glazed eyes at the barrier. Coal tars swirled in between themselves happily, completely unaware of her broken spirit. Just to think it wouldn't make much to posses her... but they didn't. They kept on ignoring her and that in itself was a scary thing.

There was only one more thing she actually could do though. It was a suicide to even think about it, but she was running low on ideas and that one was a last resort attempt. If that wouldn't work she would die either way – better this way than by Yukio's hand, she really didn't want to see to that.

Breathing shakily, she stood up – and her body screamed at her stinging, burning, throbbing with each and every pore of it – ready to do her last mission, ready to close the gate. Getting into stance, she spoke a verse – almost sang it quietly, desperately – and when finished, slashed with her sword letting her familiars slither wildly ahead, leaping after them a second later.

It all lasted a few long seconds but afterwards there was darkness.

Coal tars upon seeing her familiars turned in attack stance, just as she believed they would. She then continued to slash with her sword. One by one, hitting as closely as she could to the growing cut. Cut that was getting closed just as soon as the first slash hit the spot. All the time she had was mere seconds but she needed to press on and so she did.

Her body hit the barrier with a slam, halfway through but got stuck with coal tars repairing the damage done already. Breathing was gradually becoming more and more of a challenge, as she was easily overpowered by enormous amount of little buggers. Nevertheless with her sword tardily emerging from the barrier she actually believed that she'll manage get through. That is until her brain started to get fuzzy from the lack of air.

Frantically a bit, running short on breath, she yanked her sword from barrier and slashed as closely to herself as she could. It was enough to let her through and she stumbled from the sheer power of physics, landing on her knees and hands – sword slipping from her grip.

Coughing and cackling, Shura was half relieved that she managed to get over however her resolve was crumbled when a tall shadow towered above her. In a blink of an eye she looked upwards and saw a two-headed, four armed ghoul. It's first head opened wide, spitting acid but thankfully Shura darted out of the way in time. With no time to lose, she pin pointed the place where her sword was located and ran for it.

From the corner of her eye she also spotted the fricken' gate, wide and open – it's eye kept on looking at her, following her each step. It was one hella creepy feeling to be observed like a carrot on a stick.

Getting back on track, Shura was almost reaching for her weapon when something really large knocked her off her feet and send her flying towards near tree. She hit it with a sickening crumble as if something was just crushed and slid down like a rag doll. Unconscious as she was she never saw the coming figure, nor the other one sitting on the opposite tree branch watching.

After initial shock wore off and Shura actually came back to the world of living, her head throbbed painfully and her vision was blurry but enough to see the thing that loomed over her silhouette. It reached towards her and grabbed, lifting off the ground. Shura became aware of many things at once then, firstly her head pain was getting worse in an alarming rate, secondly she couldn't breath, thirdly she couldn't use her right hand as it fucking burned and ached at the same time meaning it was probably broken and then lastly the rain was becoming softer, the storm was calming.

Just as she closed her eyes, somehow accepting fate - her world spun on axis, as she was send flying down to the ground. Barely able to do much, she managed to fall onto her knees. Half wondering what happened she lifted her face but saw just a mere figure of a ghoul flailing around, trying to get up.

"Ne, you humans are such fragile things. No wonder brother send me after you, he knew you're going to die, one way or another."

The sound... The voice, it seemed familiar but from where? Shura stood shakily onto her legs and looked around but found no one to be there. Not thinking much of it, she slowly made her way to the sword, this time actually reaching it and securing in her left hand.

Without a word then she continued her pace towards the gate, as it bubbled and burped mockingly. It was small gate, a size of a doors probably but it managed to do so much more damage that it earned to be destroyed.

"Yare-yare Shura-sensei you're no fun at all."

That voice again.

"Should I play with you some then?"

With a swish of hot air, Shura's vision darkened only to clear a few seconds later to the view of few lesser demons, all ready to attack at any moment. She gripped her sword some more, but knew well enough that she couldn't fight with her left hand.

"Let me through!" she finally screamed, she really was pissed off by now. And time was still ticking out if she didn't run out of it already. "Just let me through..."

There was a loud sigh in the area and lesser demons evaporated in a blink.

"I was watching you, you seem to be kinda fun to be around. Funny that I didn't realise it before..."

At that Shura once again started towards the gate - now unguarded - and she believed it was the longest walk ever. Not only her eyes kept on closing themselves, her body was trembling in agony every now and then, but the person or whoever helped her wasn't making her feel any better, watching her just like that fucking gate that kept on blinking at her.

Finally standing before the gate to hell, she shivered and lifted her sword. One pierce through the eye was everything she needed and all would be fine. Of course she had her hopes in Rin that he managed to bring old Yukio back because if not... Well it wasn't the time to think about that. They didn't need Satan roaming the streets nor any Gehenna gate's open.

With final thought in her mind she pierced the eye but at the same time the ghoul from before once again towered over her. In a split second, two things happened at once. Gate screeched in agony, melting into nothingness and Shura turned around to find ghoul sit upon by a very familiar person.

Demon.

The funky clothing, green hair and slanted eyes were those of none other than Amaimon himself. He sat lazily, checking his long, black fingernails as if bored shitless. When he realized that sword was pointed straight at his face, he finally sighed and blinked, finally resting head on his palm.

"Bravo, Shura-sensei" he said in a bored tone. "I believe a fact that you're still alive will make my brother delighted."

"You..." Shura asked in response. She wasn't going to be given shit at this time. "Didn't Rin kill you?"

Amaimon clucked his long tongue. "No."

"Well..." Shura smirked albeit tiredly. "Then, I guess I'll have the first dibs."

Without thinking she slashed with her left hand but hit went wayward - completely missing it's target. Amaimon cocked his head to the side, thinking something.

"Y'know what, Shura-sensei?" he spoke, smiling wildly and then got up. He stretched around some then turned towards her biting on his nail. "We'll have our fun one day."

With those parting words, Amaimon jumped skywards, disappearing from the sight. Shura pondered for a second what happened and then laughed mirthlessly to herself. How stupid she was to actually wanting to fight with one of demon king's in this state? Well, all in all everything ended without additional body count. Sighing, she looked into the sky and enjoyed the drizzle on her face. Yet the blue lights that illuminated horizon seemed somehow brighter now and her guts twisted in worry.

Without looking back she darted - as fast as she could - to Rin and Yukio, hoping that both Okumura's are alive and well.

Wishful thinking.

After stretching minutes of her wobbling to the lake, she finally got there and was grounded on the spot. The bright blue light swirled around Yukio in a butterfly wing shape, Rin on the other hand was dangling from his outstretched hand that was pierced through older twin.

It took all in her might not to scream at the view.

Yukio...

No, it wasn't even him any more.

They lost it seemed, the gate was closed already and Yukio was gone, replaced by Satan.

In a last resort attempt, she slashed her sword through air, sending wave after wave towards twins. Neither of them even acknowledged her being there. Only after her adrenaline rush went away, Shura sat down on the ground, lake water soaking her legs and thighs but she didn't care. She openly stared at the blue flames, dancing wildly around twins.

Blue flames.

Rin's were becoming less and less prominent as his soul was leaving his body.

Then something happened, Shura saw Rin lift his head, speak and smile. She saw Yukio's inner battle clear in his rigid stance. So it meant there was still a chance? Even if it was a hopeless thinking, she wanted to believe in it. She did what she promised she'll never do again. She prayed for Rin, for Yukio. All those months spend with boys crumbled her outer tough girl façade if they knew it or not. She learned to like them, to care for them and she would die first if she could. Because somehow they became her closest friends.

Time was running short on them now, Rin's flames were almost extinguished to the point of no return. And then, there was a scream, a loud loud scream coming from Yukio as his flames boomed around, some licking and scorching her skin.

And just like a supernova, once the explosion illuminated the sky, it sucked all of it back to drown everything in complete darkness.

By when Yukio's flames dissipated so did Rin's.

The silence that filled the place was unnerving and cold.

Then again before Shura realised what's going on, twins fell into lake's water, going down. She acted at once trying to step into the waters but stopped waist-in deep. It was pointless to try to get them, even if she was in perfect state she'd have problems with getting them both out, not to mention how she felt.

And she felt devastated.

Because in the end it looked that she was the last one standing.

Yet again.

Tardy waves were reaching the shore until they stopped completely. Tiny drizzle kept on falling, delicately illuminating everything in a glaze shine. Shura, she stood still, her limbs getting colder and numb. Only when the last wave reached her waist she slowly turned around and went towards shore. Somehow Yukio's words drifted back to her just now, after everything was done.

The key skidded on the ground.

"Take it, it's... It's..." Yukio was fighting inside his own mind. He looked so lost and helpless then. There were wrinkles around his eyes and forehead. Always, always he kept Rin above everything else, especially himself. "Our room. G-get him out and run... R-run! A-as far a-away..."

Then he snapped and rushed towards her, he almost killed her. But she didn't want to leave him alone, she was scared – no, she was terrified – and didn't know what to do. There was always a minuscule chance of Yukio becoming Statan's vessel again but to that they would need huge amount of demon blood... Well, it seemed they still needed to learn.

"Take him a-away from m-me! As f-far away as you... can."

"What about you?"

"Meph-phisto..."

And then she ran through the woods, she ran stupidly straight into Rin's room.

Now, in the light of the events... it was the worst decision she ever made. It was on her coincidence that both Rin and Yukio were gone. And the latter one asked her to save Rin, to take him away and don't look back... then why she didn't?

Stepping ahead, Shura clenched her fist. Just as she blinked away oncoming tears a loud thump went behind her. Of course she turned at whim and stared, once again that night.

"Ne, Kirigakure-san, I believe you're looking for them" said Mephisto smiling brightly, his top hat sitting highly on his head. "Also don't beat yourself too bad about this situation, you couldn't do much."

"Mephisto?!" she shrieked, battered and tired. She had enough of this roller-coaster of emotions for one night. "How? When? Wha-"

Mephisto smiled, poking with his umbrella unconscious twins that were sprawled on the ground in a heap, both breathing loudly. "To say at least I didn't expect anything like this would be a lie. I never realised that young Okumura-sensei by surpassing his demonic side may have such strong side effect."

"So you're saying that all of this is because Yukio won't embrace his demonic side yet?"

Mehpisto nodded his head, smile not even thinking about leaving his face. "Exactly. Also I think it's time for Okumura-sensei to finally stop believing in what he's not, unlike Rin his powers cannot be turned off by sheathing sword... By the way where is Rin's kurikara?"

Shura shrugged agitated. "How I am supposed to know? I just barely managed to close a fucking gate to find half-dead Rin and Satan in Yukio's body... How the fuck you think I might happen to know where his sword is?!"

"Yare-yare, Kirigakure-san, you have a temper. I like it." At that Shura almost burst out raving. "But I understand that situation with gate. Nobody suspected that someone might want to open it in the first place which gets me to the point of those two..." He nudged with his umbrella Rin, who mumbled something in deep slumber. "After today I believe Okumura-sensei will be forced to have a meeting in Vatican for first, for second I think both boys earned some off-time... As well as need a good old fashioned training of their skills. Especially Yukio, seeing that he constantly is in denial as if this wasn't proof enough of his origins." At that he lifted a dark-brown, long tail with a small tuft of hair at the end.

Somewhere from the woods came loud footsteps, conversations. Someone was coming closer.

"What do you plan to do then? Mephisto?"

"Well..." he smiled devilishly and lifted his umbrella. "For now I'll take those two back to their hospital wing, as for you... Enforcements are coming" he winked then and pointed his umbrella over boys. "Eins, zwei, drei..."

Pufft and with a pink cloud he disappeared with twins leaving confused and battered Shura alone. She sighed tiredly. Well, for a simple standard mission it was one hell of a night. With a crooked smile nonetheless, she welcomed incoming backup.

"What took you so long?! I'm getting old in here you know!"