Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 7/?
Characters: Rin, Yukio, Kuro,
Genre: Fluff, some-angst, (insert genre here)
Summary: "It was such ironic thing that he'd give them back to him after everything they went through."
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's purely fan made for fun... or tears.
Warnings: No beta'd, etc. anime!ver, brocon, start RinYukio.

A/N: Act 2. "To return" now officially started! Yukio is finally awake but not happy! Congrats to me (yeah!) Let's only hope I'll manage to write some fluff – at all – because it's not my strong side. Thank you everyone for reading, keep happy and stronk! Jaa ne! ps. after re-reading I figured that my story is one massive clusterfuck... but I wouldn't have it any other way ( ˘ ³˘)❤

Bigger hand of the clock jumped over neatly carved in number six thus was closely followed by loud sniffing that resonated in the air. In a large kitchen situated in Old Male Dormitory, Rin sat by the table – his face flushed, streams of tears flowing down his face – and read one of his favourite mangas or rather the latest volume that was just published.

Anyone from the outside would think it to be freakishly strange to see a soon-to-be-grown-ass-man wailing over such trifle thing like a manga, however if the said person knew black-haired male enough then it wouldn't be anything surprising to find him in a such state.

However in all honesty, Okumura Rin could be as well named Mr. Over-sensitive and it wouldn't be too far from truth.

As for the moment he clutched half-soaked volume a bit more, shaking his head drastically.

"NO! NO-O-O! IT CAN'T END LIKE THAT!" he deadpanned, finally closing his magazine and leaving it on the table. After taking few calming breaths he slowly sighed (for the last time) as if in defeat – his shoulders slumped - and chuckled a bit darkly, at the same time lazily wiping his face with his sleeve. "I thought it was supposed to be a happy end!" he remarked, somehow pouting while glancing at innocent book. "But it wasn't happy at all" he added grumpily and leaned into his chair. "In the end they parted their ways... Went living their own dreams..."

Rin frowned at his own words, all feelings were so confusing. It was a mere book – with nice pictures and all – but even though, somehow it etched itself in his heart, his emotions. As if he didn't have enough problems of his own, right?

When his eye caught a glimpse of a clock, he exhaled – this time his thoughts drifting towards the person he was so confused about, Yukio. So far, two days and no difference in him. It was alarming to see his brother fine, breathing but completely still and asleep.

Like a sleeping beauty, Mephisto told him over the mobile just yesterday. Upon reminding himself about that detail, Rin's eyebrow twitched nervously. Because like seriously? Did Mephisto lived to get under his skin and feed him his cryptic crap every day?

Maybe a kiss would wake the beauty...

Like in a fairytale? Goddamn, Rin suddenly shivered when found his eyes snapping open (when did he closed them in the first place?) and whimpered inwardly because of his own thoughts. Straightening in his chair, he shook his messy head, eyes dead-on window.

He was such a mess, he felt it in his bones. Yet he couldn't do anything about it, mainly because he never had to. There was always Yukio, his younger brother that would come over – pat a seat next to him – and do the thing – fix him up, mentally and physically. It was one of the thing that family do regardless the situation, it was that speck of love he never wanted to lose. The speck of love he never believed would actually disappear – but it did and he crumbled.

Now pieces of him were everywhere, scattered – but it wasn't too late, there was still time to stick them all back together. Even though... he would be flawed forever, never really the same. But on the other hand, who would? Things that happen change people, and Rin was one of the many victims of the fate.

"Rin! Rin!"

Rin jumped in his seat hearing a well-known sound of Kuro's speech. However he glared towards the two-tailed cat, and grumbled. "What is it?"

Kuro - as always - completely ignored Rin's cold shoulder and jumped on a table, situating himself next to openly-left-behind volume. "What are we having for dinner today?" he asked, smiling in his own way.

At that Rin could only sigh. There were many things going in Kuro's head but mostly it was all about food, not that he minded. "Uh... I dunno. What would you want?" he asked his familiar and tried to sniff not-to-loudly but of course Kuro must've took a notice of it.

"Rin..." started cat, his head cocking to the side in sympathy. "You were crying, why?"

Rin shrugged it off, brushing hand through air. "Nothing, really. Don't worry."

"But Rin..."

"Kuro, no."

"Rin?"

"Just let it go."

Cat sith however didn't even pretend to listen to his master, but pressed on. "It's Yukio, isn't it?"

At that Rin jumped violently from his chair which resulted in toppling it over. One could easily spot that he wasn't in a mood for persistent little cats, especially those that were in cahoots with one particular demon. Yes, because as if it wasn't enough that Mephisto was constantly persuading him into believing that he's being a brocon, then there was Kuro – who could pull his leg in a most innocent way possible and it never ended good.

"Why everything I do must be related to Yukio? Can't a man shed a tear in peace?!"

"Rin! Everything you do is about Yukio!" argued back black cat, his tails flipping back-and-forth. "I think that master Mephisto is right, you need to kiss Yukio so he will wake up!"

"Wh-whAT?!"

Two steps back and Rin almost assimilated with fridge. He was sweating profoundly, his cheeks getting flushed, and he couldn't bear to hear about that again! It was as if Mephisto send Kuro to keep a tab on him without his constant prying.

"KURO!" he bit off, his hands balled. It was enough of messing around as it was, he had enough. "We talked about it before! I won't do it, it's not right!"

Kuro only meowed back in confusion. "But why Rin? Don't you want Yukio to wake up? Master Mephisto said that if you kissed him, then he would wake!"

Rin shook his head angrily but then remembered he couldn't be angry at his own cat, it wasn't Kuro's fault that Mephisto was feeding them all crap entire time. So thinking things trough, he inhaled-and-exhaled and actually managed to pout, he was being too fed-up with everything.

He brushed his hair loosely and looked at his familiar. "Mephisto was telling you an old fairytale, Kuro. In real world things like that doesn't work..." he remarked and almost bit on his tongue when Kuro piped in with an innocent, "But if it worked you'd do it, don't you Rin?"

Trying to end that topic once and for all, he only grumbled inaudibly in reply, turning his back on cat and opened fridge.

"Say Kuro, do you want tuna? I think I have some leftovers..."

Yep, talk about smooth change of topics.

As the time flew, Rin started to prepare misoshiru for dinner with Ukobach's help. When he was deeply concentrated over perfecting his dish, unbeknownst to him two floors above, Yukio started to squirm in his bed.

Younger Okumura had his eyes closed tightly and his mouth was twisted as if in pain but in reality it were his latest memories he owned that finally kept coming back to him. After another painful memory hit the spot in his soul, his palms twisted the sheet between fingers.

Rin leaned over the pot with his soup and smiled, sniffing. The smell was perfect, taste wasn't any worse. It looked that his dinner was almost ready to go, he just needed last few sips to be sure. He reached with a spoon towards the pot when a thought crossed his mind, or rather a faint reminder of a pain he felt two days ago.

With a soup on a spoon, he stopped. Blinking hazily, he moved his left hand – all of his fingers – but when it came to his pinky, he found himself frozen to the spot. He felt it, the same reaction he had before, when Yukio burst out his prison. And now, off all times it came back.

The tug, around his little finger.

"RIIIIIIIIIIIN!"

Like a far away echo, he almost believed he heard Yukio screaming his name. Eyes open wide, mouth agape, the tug came back and it wanted him to go, right now.

"Ukobach, take over" he said, looking over his shoulder and stepping from the pot. The cook demon instantly jumped into preparing the soup but cat sith also jumped.

"Rin, where are you going?" Kuro asked, curiously. It wasn't like Rin to step from the oven.

Rin – kind of crookedly – smiled at his familiar. "Ah, I need go to the toilet. I'll be right back, keep an eye on Ukobach so he won't add any more niboshi, okay?"

Kuro nodded in acknowledgement. "Okay."

With that Rin left the kitchen and slowly made his way towards his room, the same room where Yukio slept for the past two days. When he was walking he suddenly remembered the tug. It was exactly like the times when he'd walk next to Mephisto, he felt it but it was so far away and he couldn't really grasp it. And now was the same, deeply down there he knew it existed but didn't think about it, because it was a thing so fleeting he never really could try to fully grasp it.

And then there was the time when he felt it, really felt it for what it was. The tug – no, not tug per see, more like emotions, all kind of emotions – was painful, but there was also strange note of pleasure underneath it – adrenalin rush, almost intoxication from nibbling on it – because it was all he managed to do right then.

Two days ago, the rush of this strange mix of pleasure and pain was too sudden for him to do anything but act almost desperately and go with the flow. The dame between him and Yukio was wide open, it was the most scaring but alas interesting thing that ever happened. All in all the fact stand that Rin managed to sample what was beyond the edge, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to feel it again.

Now, as he rounded around corner – he found that his ears picked upon a sound he thought he'd never hear again. Because it clearly sounded like a Yukio to him, and he was going through his closet... and desk... and wardrobe... and...

"RIIIIN!"

Blinking dumbly, he shuddered. Yukio was probably positively livid! Suddenly a thought about visiting him didn't look too promising. However, he promised himself that he'll act as he should and so he stepped ahead to have a nice face-to-face talk with Yukio.

Each step felt as his heart tried to jump from his chest and his sweaty hands too didn't help the matter. When he halted before doors however, shuffling inside stopped, it was just Yukio waiting for him to barge in.

With a sigh he pressed the doorknob and walked into a war-zone.

His jaw crumbled to the floor and his eyes practically out-socketed itself from the situation he found before him. Well, as it happened the room looked as if at least one tornado went over and knocked everything outta it's place. But beside sheets, clothes, pens, notebooks and mangas that were scattered over entire place stood Yukio – his back stiff, but tense as hell.

And he was leaning over his desk or rather - as Rin spotted with a silent inner scream - his non-existent secret glasses stash.

Well, fuck. He was a dead man walking.

Tense seconds passed and neither of them even moved an inch, Rin too terrified of Yukio's wrath and Yukio... Well he started to shake, slowly.

"If this is some kind of a joke, it's not funny." Yukio was first to finally crush the silence, straightening and sighing. Then he turned around and looked in a place - he believed - stood Rin. "I might not understand why you keep on touching my glasses, nii-san. You know I..."

He paused and his eyes scrambled over the room, shivers were gone but something akin to fear showed upon his cheek. Standing still, Rin finally darted inside the war-zone and smiled - cheering inwardly. His eyes took in all length of his brother and he was happy to know he's actually okay. It was over, his worrying was over.

"Yukio."

Younger Okumura once again looked in a place were supposedly was Rin, however seeing as he wasn't moving a muscle he couldn't do anything more than growl. "It is not funny. I wake up to no glasses, no books, not even one single school uniform. What the hell is going on?"

At that Rin squirmed a bit, but just a bit. "I'm sorry Yukio, I'll explain everything... Just give me a minute!"

Yukio sighed and brushed his sore eyes, he really needed his glasses and asap. Not only he was blind but his eyes were itching already. However knowing Rin, he probably put them somewhere and forgot where. "Nii-san-" he started but didn't really know what to say so he stopped himself. "Just hurry" he agreed woefully, sliding his feet over the floor to not step on something funny and split open his head. When he sat on a bed, he followed with his eyes Rin but couldn't see much.

Older Okumura hurried around the room, basically sweeping with his feet whatever was on the floor so his brother wouldn't accidentally kill himself. On his mind was the only one thing right now, the thing Yukio needed and the one thing he actually kept.

When Yukio died and he had his small life crisis he did throw everything out. Well all but one thing, that stupid pair of glasses they broke almost two years before. Of course Yukio wouldn't keep them and actually threw them away but he sneaked them over and kept them. It was such ironic thing that he'd give them back to him after everything they went through.

Yes, that pair of glasses was special. It held heart, memories of his brother when Yukio was gone but now the time has come for it's owner to have them back.

Smoothly, with a hard grip Rin took the box down and opened it. Inside rested glasses, repaired and ready to use. Not thinking twice he swept them over and stepped to his brother - who was watching him closely. Leaning slowly he put the glasses over Yukio's nose, looking expectantly at the other. Yukio on the other hand finally felt uneasiness wear off when his vision cleared and he could see Rin's face, up close. Almost instantly he pushed the glasses upwards.

"How is it?" asked Rin, leaning back and watching Yukio when he glanced around their room.

"Uh... It's fine..." he answered, taking in a disaster he made. He pushed his glasses once more and this time he wanted answers. "So, I'm listening."

Exhaling deeply, Rin steeled himself upon fast incoming surge of latest memories. "All right, I believe I owe you an explanation..." he stated, slouching on his own bed. He felt Yukio's imploring eyes on his face but he couldn't really look at him. Somehow all his courage and happiness shattered, right now. "Ask then" he deadpanned, his hands balled together. He figured it's going to be easier for both of them if Yukio would ask.

Yukio didn't waste a second. "What happened to all my stuff? My books, my uniforms, my glasses... Nothing is here, why?"

He smiled crookedly, trying to laugh the question off but upon seeing Yukio's unholy glare, he stopped. "Well... I threw it away-"

"Why?"

Well, there was going nothing. It was the exact question he didn't want to answer but needed anyway. So with a hollow face, he stared back into Yukio's eyes. "Because you were dead."