Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 6/?
Characters: Rin, Mephisto,
Genre: Fluff, some-angst, (insert genre here)
Summary: "He wasn't going to think that his twin looked cute, no, nope."
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's purely fan made for fun... or tears.
Warnings: No beta'd, etc. anime!ver, brocon, start RinYuki.
A/N: I did it, I actually feel proud right now. Last chapter of Arc 1: Alone. Feel free to share your thoughts or even ideas. Thank you for following, favouring and commenting! Ja nee!
In the mocking darkness surrounding Okumura Rin, he sighed loudly – his eyes pinned onto that daunting crystal. It was few months since he learned the truth, or as much as he could get of it. Of course he was happy and all, Yukio was alive after all yet some very unpleasant thought kept nagging him at the back of his head.
Yukio was trapped and there was no omissing that fact in any way.
With days passing on, some mornings changing too quickly into evenings, hours literally flying away – there was that stupid hopelessness he felt every time he'd walk out that chamber, his back turning on his twin.
Silly bond he shared with Yukio seemed even more trivial now that he thought about it. Was he really that naïve to think it would change anything? Well, to be honest, he did actually. He kept on holding onto it even now, gazing somehow listlessly at goddamn prison his brother was in.
Oh, there was also a fact that he'd keep on rambling about everything and nothing while he felt like it. The first time he'd get his visit, he couldn't stop himself from talking – as if a switch that was turned 'off' came back to life after keeping everything inside for too long. It was a dame that gave away under the pressure of emotions and burdens and... and... life itself and he just needed to talk.
He never got any answer back though. No smartass – way too intelligent – comeback at his childish antics, just... silence.
Barely a presence of his twins soul, drifting on and about around him.
But it was enough for Rin.
At least for some time.
"...and you know what? I'm getting tired of this one-sided conversations I have with you" he spoke, eyes narrowing at irritating pieces of crystal that surrounded his twin. He'd really give everything - even his soul - to hear even one-worded reply; but tough luck, Yukio's light only shone silently in the chamber, it's rays shading lightly Rin's face. Fussing a bit, he huffed and changed his sitting position – his legs spread widely while his hands kept him upright. "Ne, four-eyes" he snipped, brows furrowing. "Get your priorities straight and wake up already!"
When once again he haven't got any kind of answer he jumped to his feet grumpily. Hands clenching and unclenching he calmed before speaking again, brushing hand trough his bluish hair.
"Ye know what? I've passed this year tests" he said proudly, smirking to himself. "I didn't even need your help with them" at that he crossed him arms and closed eyes, contemplating his achievement in a moment of pride.
"Of course you did. I think even Amaimon could reach that barely-minimum scores to pass them though" piped in Mephisto, appearing from nowhere – apparently - and smirking. As it happened he heard the little comment young Okumura just made and simply couldn't resist to agitate him some. And it worked like a charm.
Rin snapped back to reality and turned clearly annoyed towards their visitor. "That was a low blow even for you fluff-clown" he barked, now in full-pissed mode. If only looks could kill...
Mephisto shrugged it off nonchalantly, like he always did. From between his smirking mouth, tongue darted outside and licked his lips. "Ne, Rin-kun I have a new toy for you" he said, cleverly snapping his fingers together and materializing a well-known red material with a string around it.
Upon seeing that Rin temporarily forgot what got a rise out from him and concentrated over looking at his Kurikara that Mephisto held in hand. "You managed to fix it?" he didn't believe it, yet he scrambled towards his mentor in a nano-second. His hands itched to touch it, to see the new blade. He almost could feel blood in his veins sing from excitement.
Mephisto however smirked some more, holding Kurikara up above his own head – a way too far away for young esquire to reach it.
Rin of course being his - sometime a bit dimwitted - self, jumped upwards trying to get it. "What the hell? Why don't you just give it to me?" he rambled, jumping around more.
The image in itself was too funny for Mephisto and he laughed, his free hand covering his mouth. "You don't realise how cute you look right now, Rin-kun" he managed and stunned young Okumura – who stopped immediately his advances and stuttered, blushing slightly.
"Yer acting funny lately, clown!" he stepped back from Mephisto, who kept on staring him down. That unnerved him even more. "What's the point of coming here with my Kurikara if you're not willing to give it back?!"
At that Mephisto chuckled some and slightly towered over clearly frustrated boy. It was interesting to see him acting like some shy ten-year-old when he never actually did anything, now did he? "I am willing as you said but I never heard please" he mocked him, once again licking his lips.
Rin gulped, while sweating suddenly. "P-please, clown?" he stuttered from between his chattering teeth. God, he felt strange with Mephisto looming over him like some leech trying to suck the life out of him.
"Good try" he got as an answer and Mephisto's hand lowered, holding sword for him to take.
At that point in time, Rin - still sweating, even more now - glanced between the sword and Mephisto - a few times - before he acted and slowly reached for it. When his palms however attached themselves to his oh-so-precious sword he felt suddenly pull of the gravity try to suck him back down. Before he knew it, his face was centimetres from Mephisto's laughing one. Ah, there came also ache in his armpits and he risked a glance towards his feet.
Yep, he was definitely dangling like a prick.
Mephisto found their situation more than hilarious but figured he wanted to torment boy even some more and to achieve that he started to move his arm - completely unfazed by weight or anything - up and down. Rin's sights on the other hand kept on changing between Mephisto's face and his chest and felt his silent rage slowly resurface. Fortunately before that boil would meet it's peek he found himself being sprawled on his hurting backside with sword lying not too far away from him.
"Now that was a good exercise for me, we should do it more often."
Rin blanched but also winced painfully when he stood up, Kurikara in one hand, other on his back. "Your jokes aren't funny."
"They are to me" answered back Mephisto, now smiling Cheshire-cat smile. "Open your present, Okumura-kun."
"It's not a present if it was mine in the first place" remarked Rin, sending a glare towards his mentor and then continuing on sliding red material off his sword. Handle and sheathe were exactly as he remembered them. He delicately opened the sheathe and took out his new Kurikara. Bluish light reflected on a perfectly made blade in all it's glory. "I-it's like new... How do you managed to do that?" he asked with awe, he really didn't think he was going to see his blade to be of use any time again, if ever.
Mephisto nodded to himself, proudly. "I told you I have an acquaintance of mine..." he cleared his throat, changing the subject smoothly. "Try it."
Well, he didn't have to repeat it twice to Rin. Without beating an eye lash, he moved the blade both directions, feeling the smoothness of it cutting through air. His sword felt lighter, more agile and by that somewhat easier to follow after. A loud cough suddenly dragged him back to the matter at hand and the handle slipped through his fingers, sword clacking to the ground.
Furiously he turned at his spectator and fumed. "You scared me half to death, fluff-clown!"
At that Mephisto sighed, now somehow annoyed by youngster antics. "I've asked you to try it, didn't I?"
Slightly dumbfounded by request, he spluttered. "I just did..."
"Not like that, I've asked you to try it with your flames on" explained simply Mephisto. Really though, Rin could be such a handful at times.
Upon hearing such words, Rin stiffened in embarrassment but played it off, shrugging and laughing ironically out loud. "Of course! I knew it, I was gonna to!"
And with that his hand shot towards his Kurikara. Once he got his grip on it, he concentrated. His flames, they were little tricky buggers if he needed to say it for himself. He wasn't entirely sure how he managed to call them on or off, but he figured as much that they were linked to his emotions. As much as he remembered his flames would show up every time some very strong emotion would strike him - be it rage, fury, sadness, you name it. Fuck he even caught himself once on fire when jacking off, but it wasn't that anybody would know and besides that one accident happened way before his powers were unsealed from Kurikara.
However right now with Mephisto staring at him with his slanted eyes, so intently he felt more uncomfortable than angry. And he needed angry, or sad, or... He sighed and only then realised that he was almost burning holes into his new blade with his eyes. Frowning a bit, he shook his head and closed them.
He needed to reach towards that thin line between himself and a demon inside. It wasn't easy so-to-speak and he found it really tiring to do when not under any pressure, and aside from Mephisto there was no danger nor any near-death situation looming over him, so he found his awakening a bit more challenging than most times.
Seconds passed but he couldn't reach it, he felt the power humming under his skin yet it was still so far away to grasp.
Trying once more, his hands clutched his sword more. He wasn't to give up, not when he was so close. And just as he finally brushed against that barrier, when he walked past it he felt something tug at his pinky so strongly he was almost sucked into it.
Before he came back to awareness, he realised a few things. Firstly - he was engulfed in his blue flames - secondly - his sword didn't melt away - thirdly - his pinky felt like falling off, probably to cut out blood-circulation - and lastly - a loud crunch-sound filled the chamber. In an instant his body turned around as in a faze and he saw a huge crack appearing in a crystal that held Yukio.
As he turned around to ask Mephisto what's happening, he only found older demon standing stoically, completely impassive of the happening. Did that meant Yukio was waking up? At such thought his heart beaten stronger, blood flew faster in veins. When another crack sounded, he stared at the strange occurrence half-mortified and half-mesmerised.
The crack kept on getting bigger, smaller veins of it slowly darting around whole crystal and just as Rin thought there was no more space for them to spread he felt another tug on his little finger and hissed from sudden pain.
"Wha-"
Kurikara once again clashed to the ground and Rin found himself clutching his hurting hand into his free one. The pain was radiating from his finger, leisurely spreading upwards.
"Mephi-!" he shouted, enveloped in his flames but didn't get any answer as entire world completely shattered around him in a black and blue.
Sharp crystals shot out in an imitation of an explosion, catching Rin and Mephisto on it's trajectories. Slim body of Okumura Yukio however didn't float nor stayed put by vines that seemingly kept him upward but slumped with a loud - probably painful - thud onto dark ground.
Whole situation took Rin five seconds before he sprung into action, jumping towards his twin with his flames disappearing bit by bit. Not caring about stings of pain coming from fresh wounds, Rin gathered Yukio's limp head into his hands and caressed it lovingly, while at the same time he was inwardly loosing it.
"Y-Yukio!" he shouted, moving his twins soaked - where did the water came from? - head between his palms. "YUKIO!" he repeated himself, letting his hands roam freely if not somewhat shyly over his twins face, arms and chest. But, once he put his head over the heart he gently breathed out, Yukio's heartbeat was strong. And just like that, he happily looked into his twins sleeping face and couldn't resist but touch their foreheads together and hug limp body to himself.
His little bubble of joy was pierced however by loud cough and a snide comment.
"I might just take back my statement about you not being a brocon."
Rin didn't care though but still felt his cheeks get warm, too warm. With a flustered face he snapped back. Any consequences be damned. "I don't give a shit what you think. I'm just happy that... he's back. Yukio's back."
And yes, said boy slept soundly in Rin's arms, completely unaware of the outside world or anything that happened in the last few months. As if to confirm his condition, Yukio picked that exact moment to sigh sleepily and turn a bit more towards warmness that surrounded his exhausted body.
Rin at that felt suddenly self-concious, especially when Yukio's head nested at the crook of his neck. That one movement plus that prying eyes of Mephisto took all to make him fluster over the little fact of touching his twin (even if just to keep him warm).
Sudden chillness of the room started easily to seep through bodies. Rin who was acting on pure adrenalin now felt so cold, freezing almost. On the other side stood Mephisto, staring two boys down, thinking. When he finally figured whatever he was getting over, his eyes shone devilishly and he chuckled.
"Now that I see two of you actually are inseparable, I think it's as good start to our little training session as ever. Two of you, together, alone. Yes, I think it's going to be perfect."
There was muttering of which Rin couldn't catch much and he frowned.
"Ne, Rin-kun?" asked Mephisto, his pointed teeth coming to light. "Do you want to actually become an older brother?"
Rin sputtered. "W-what's that supposed to mean, fluff-clown?! I am an older brother!"
Mephisto just chuckled again this time though he crossed his arms, oh how good it felt to bite into boy's pride. "I know you always wanted to be looked upon like Okumura-sensei..." he paused so every word could successively sink in. "Well, I'll get you have a chance at being one then. I think it will do you good since you're more in-tune with your inner demon than Yukio over there is."
Rin's hands subconsciously tightened around Yukio's form. "What d-do you mean?"
"I mean" Mephisto continued his little speech, deliberately coming down towards two Okumura boys, one sprawled under the other. "That since school is over, Okumura-sensei awakened, and you apparently know what you're doing with your flames; then it's time to start your second trial."
"Second? Trial..!" Rin snapped. "How many trial's there is for me..?!"
Mephisto laughed and then - to Rin's utmost horror - ruffled his hair. "Not many, but for now I believe you're going to be Okumura-sensei for Yukio and not the other way around... Well, at least for some time." He then patted the boy on his head, ignoring a very loud growl that was aimed at him. "Well, off you go for now then, I'll get in touch with you when he's fully awake." And with a last pat he smirked, his umbrella coming to hang above their heads, moving in a circle motion. "Eins, zwei, drei..."
"H-hey-?!"
However Rin's sudden outrage was cut short by familiar - by now – shift of perspectives and world morphing before his own two eyes. Well, he got accustomed to the strange motions by now, a months to go by this - and only this - way to visit Yukio made him somehow resistant to constant flip-and-flopping of contents of his stomach.
Yet even now, he kept on thinking that those spinning motions Mephisto did for his own twisted way of pleasuring himself just to see him heave on the first time he felt them.
The best way to avoid it was to close his eyes, and he compiled by doing so just the second he felt himself being tossed into Assiah. It was uncomfortable at first with his hands clutching at Yukio, something digging painfully into his side and feeling his backside once again being thrown to the ground, but beyond these trivial things he felt also relieved when first gust of warm wind swept his slightly sweaty hair into air.
With a loud, aggravated inhale he finally opened his eyes and looked around afterwards. Mephisto threw them just onto their Old Boy's Dormitories doorstep so-to-speak. Silent sun rays fell over their bodies and Rin was forced to squint his eyes from too much brightness, god his eyes burned.
Grunting a bit, he managed to change his position and have a good look over his twin.
Yukio was still sleeping soundly, his chest moving up and down in a regular breaths. And honestly that was everything Rin needed to feel happy right now, and just like that he let himself step into big-brother role easily. Scrambling some, he reached towards his twin to pick him up but only then realised that something was still digging into his side and he glanced back at bothering him thing.
He was kinda surprised that it was his Kurikara, fully clothed in red material, ready to slip onto shoulder as he did in an instant. Just then he realised that with everything that went in Mephisto's pocket dimension, he completely forgot about it. Still he wasn't going to admit it to himself but all he had his mind on was Yukio.
Sighing somewhat, he figured that with Kurikara resting on his shoulders he was ready to step forward and act his role, which he should act from the beginning but never really managed. With steady hands, he lifted Yukio's body into his arms and chanced a look at his face, now rolling around to rest at his chest – just above where his heart was, and he smiled shakily.
Rin wasn't exactly sure what was going on with him, why was he acting so strangely around Yukio? It's not as if he was a brocon, no. He wasn't and he was certain of that but still he caught himself smiling at Yukio's peaceful face upon which sun rays fell so naturally, lighting his always stuck-up face some.
He wasn't going to think that his twin looked cute, no, nope.
But he found himself thinking so anyway because Yukio did look cute. Without his glasses and those always worried-about-you expression upon his cheek, he looked exactly like the kid he used to be when they were younger.
With a sigh escaping him, Rin furrowed his brows in a silent contemplating. "What I'm gonna do with you now?" he asked himself well-knowing he's not going to get any answer. After while though, after another gust of wind ruffled his hair, he finally loosened up some and smiled, eyes locking on their place. "Well, I can just as well get inside and get you comfortable..." he mumbled, taking his first step.
He never knew that he was just nearing walking into completely new life that was waiting ahead for him and Yukio. Life of a boy who would soon enough fall in love with a last person he'd think he would (or should).