Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 14/?
Characters: Rin, Yukio, Mephisto, Shura
Genre: some-fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (insert genre here)
Summary: "Last time it was Yukio in this situation."
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's purely fan made for fun... or tears.
Warnings: No beta'd, etc. cursing, anime!ver, brocon, start RinYukio. prolly ooc?
A/N: I've had too much fun writing this. Especially Shura as I really adore that girl. And now officially Arc 2 has ended, thank you readers for bearing with me this long and sorry for long wait. Needed to get head outta my gut and stop watching Gintama u.w.u
"I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you..."
- Jetta, I'd love to change the world.
Clock ticked loudly in a chilly, seemingly uninhabited kitchen. Day wasn't bad, wasn't anything really – it was too quiet and stock-still even that a sky behind the window was blue and cloudless, even though sun was shining brightly and wind lightly swayed high trees. But maybe because it was the day, than strange quietness practically was swallowing an entire building.
Back in their provisional living room, Rin couldn't stop himself from pacing back and forth. As it happened it was almost their time for Yukio's court session in Vatican. How so, you might ask? Well, for once a week passed way too fast, it blurred before his eyes more like it.
After the fiasco with Mephisto, when his anger dissipated - a cold, gut wrenching feeling started to settle in his body. At first he brushed it off, like he'd do with almost every other one but at some point he actually stopped dead in his tracks to realise that he was scared of what might become of Yukio.
Keeping that detail to himself he still hovered around his twin like a plague, he was even reprimanded twice not to stare so openly at him, as it unnerved Yukio because of their bond. Fortunately he didn't care nor acknowledged it, being his persistent self – but a tad bit more affectionate than before. He'd brush their shoulders together by accident, stand a bit closer to Yukio than normally or would just simply look at him, drinking in the entire glory of his younger brother.
But, there was a side-effect to his antics as well, about whom he learned only after.
How he was supposed to know that he'd start to notice the tiniest quirks of his twin, or that he'd smile subconsciously while doing so. So, there were facts about Yukio known by many people but there was also that grey-zone that only came to the surface when they were alone.
And goddamnit, he loved that fact.
Like there were the times when his brother would lose his always cool and calm demeanour (not that he wasn't weirdly-wired like that from the birth) and make the most ridiculous face, or when he'd start to actually sputter the tea all over himself, or when he'd sigh contently while reading his favourite manga, or...
Rin halted in his pacing, hands reaching to his wilder-than-everyday hair and tugged at it. He was shrieking internally, as he felt his heart beat faster and blood pressure jump at the same time. Goddamnit, he wasn't blushing just by thinking about his brother.
No.
Nope.
But the beating against his ribcage was unmistakable, it wasn't something he could ignore or shrug off as nothing. Especially that the same muscle that was trying to drill it's way out of his chest would freeze upon thought of losing Yukio.
Frowning, Rin let his tense neck and shoulders slump, groaning silently. His hands feel free, dangling, as he looked around the living room. His twin was nowhere to be seen, and yet it was almost time, wasn't it? Right now they should both be sitting down, waiting for that ass-clown Mephisto until he'd show up.
Tiredly he reached with his one hand towards his temples, massaging lightly while other hand somehow found it's way onto his waist. Damn, he was going through so much shit (internally) that he actually felt exhausted by doing nothing but worry. Because yes, he was worrying about the outcome of the trial.
Mephisto was right when he spoke that Yukio was possessed twice, he knew that it wasn't something to be taken lightly. He tasted first-handily the twisted and wicked ways of Satan, more than once now.
It never ended good, did it?
Yukio tried – no, not Yukio; Satan – kill him twice. What if the third time was going to be the proverbial charm?
Rin gritted his teeth together, gulping. He shouldn't be thinking that now but it wasn't a topic to brush off, because yes – he realised – that it still was a possibility, and Vatican was aware of that also. Hence the court session. Nonetheless, a part of him wished they didn't have to go, wished that Yukio would never again be possessed and wished the court wouldn't sentence him to death.
Death.
Just as he gasped under his breath, his ears picked up onto opening doors. In a heartbeat, he rounded at his twin – that slowly walked into room, one hand at his glasses.
Those glasses.
"Pheles-san is still not here I see" said Yukio, skilfully cutting the trail of his jumbled thoughts. Upon one look at Rin's face, he blinked. "Is everything all right?"
Rin actually shook himself (kind of violently) from his stupor. He cracked a smile, finally looking at his twin from head to toe and couldn't help but to smirk upon seeing that he left the tail out. Tail that was very slowly swaying.
"Ne, I see you left your tail out" he said, not really knowing what to talk about. At this point he'd be more that content with only watching his brother, coming to terms with his demonic heritage.
Yukio sighed as his tail swirled and slashed behind him, he moved. "I guess, I did. I actually understand now why would you just let it free, nii-san. It's quite uncomfortable in a long shot to keep it under shirt (~not to mention uncontrollable)."
Rin chuckled, his own tail wagging in long arcs. "Ha! I'm actually happy that you're saying that. I cannot wait the moment when you start wearing that long, heavy coat of yours again. That's going to be so much fun for you."
Glasses flashed, as his twin sat down at kotatsu, arms crossing on the table surface. "Now that's evil. Do you really enjoy seeing me being that uncomfortable?" there was a pause with a sigh. "Also, as we're speaking about my uniform, I miss it. We'll need to talk with Pheles-san about the lack of clothes in my wardrobe. I cannot go around wearing your smelly-sweat-soaked-through outfits. It's off-putting" he ended with a shrug of his shoulders and shake of head.
Rin felt as the blood pressure arose in his veins. "Stop acting all mighty, four-eyes! Be happy that you have anything to wear at all! If wearing my clothes it so off-putting then feel free to walk around naked! See if I care!"
Yukio's eyebrow twitched in a tandem with his lips, a dark glow surrounding his eyes. "No. Knowing you, you'd just enjoy the view."
"What—? Oi, ye spotty and who's bloody throwing our freaking bond into our faces. It wasn't me (~this time), Yukio. I might think you'd enjoy parading naked just as much!"
"Do you think I'd not notice what you're trying to do, nii-san?" asked Yukio, his voice suddenly sharp and eyes narrowing just little. "Since... the sneeze-incident... You're acting like some kicked-puppy, ogling me when you think I don't see, you even broke more than once my personal-space just to your enjoyment. Well, though luck, nii-san. I'm not going to be a source of your entertainment."
Rin growled, his teeth snapping shut as he cocked his head to the side. "Who said I was doing it for entertainment?" he snipped smoothly.
Three seconds later, as he realised what he just said, he felt as his ears burned and had his eyes wide-open. Thankfully he was able to hide his face from his twin but it didn't really matter, as he glanced back at Yukio and saw him sitting completely stiff, his lips slightly parted, eyes open and staring with a tiniest blush on his nose and cheeks.
As if anything, the cuteness of his brother was multiplied by the fact that he was wearing his clothes, a loose sweater thrown over white, a bit crumbled white school shit and he felt so angry at himself, that his own heart and body were betraying him right at this moment.
"I— I didn't—oi" he stuttered, getting angrier by a second. "Stop looking at me like that, four-eyes!" he finally snapped, fully turning around at his twin, pointing finger between where teal eyes would've been. "You haven't heard that!"
Yukio blinked but did not smile, nor had any expression either. "Of course, it's the doing of the bond, nii-san. One of reasons why I didn't want us to be stuck together like this was because the more we're exposed to it, the worse symptoms we're going to get."
Puffing and huffing, Rin felt as his jaw literally hit the floor. "How can you talk about it so calmly?! It's not fair! And you're making it sound as if we're ill or something?!"
With a groan, his brother pushed his glasses up. "It's because we're. It's not normal to lust after your own kin... But this last week, nii-san, I've seen how our bond is affecting you. Even more, as much as I tried to knock-the-idea out of your head, you'd just shrug it off and continue on your merry way. Don't get me wrong, you're my brother and yes, yes I—I care about you but I can't let you breach the boundary between..."
Through entire tirade spilling from his brother's lips, Rin kept on twitching nervously until the words sunk in and he realised that Yukio's explanation was well, biased. Snapping, he stomped angrily his foot, balling hands into fists. "Now you're making me sound like some perverted-brocon! Well, I am not! Besides, I know for a fact" here he pointed to his still-bruised throat "that you're affected by our bond just as well, if not more!"
Yukio snipped under breath. "I thought it wouldn't take a genius to figure that one out (~really, nii-san?). Yes, all right, I am aware of the effects our situation is having on me, just as good as you are. However for some strange reason you keep on prodding them."
Well, crap. Yukio knew, all along, that he was trying to make him do something about the pent-up frustration that was floating between them for the past week. Great. That left Rin with really small repertoire of choices to pick, because basically all his effort might've just plainly evaporated on the first day of his little personal revenge.
"And I believe I know what caused such a response from you" continued his brother, now small content smile adoring his cheek. "You've been trying to get back at me for the sneeze-incident. Well, I'm sorry that I had that particular need to sneeze at that particular time. I haven't got any idea it could end up with you naked, and Mephisto ogling your junk. I'm really sorry about that."
If not for his demonic heritage, Rin could've bet that his teeth would be crushed a long time ago with the strength he put into gritting them together.
"Hey four-eyes, it's not over yet!" he growled, his fist shaking at the prone form of his twin. "I'll get back on you one of these days and you won't even know it!"
Yukio's chuckled under breath. "Of course you will" he agreed, but the words dripped with sarcasm.
"Argh— you!"
"Tche."
Rin froze, suddenly all the strength to fight burst like a bubble around him. He actually recognized that sound, and if he was correct – the owner was standing just behind him. After internal battle, he blinked – he hoped calmly – and slowly turned around to be welcomed by a Mephisto Pheles.
"You're adorable."
"Pheles-san" welcomed instantly Yukio, standing up and bowing a little. Rin who was still stupefied, crumbled to the floor – white faced. "O-oi— Nii-san!" Yukio snapped, walking towards the body and shaking him lightly. "It's rude! Wake up!"
Mephisto sighed, his face twisted in a smirk that was hidden behind a hand but he couldn't help himself at the view. "So moe!"
That partially shook Rin back to earth, as his eyes finally caught a sight of his twin practically shoving him back and forth. Shakily he held his hand up, view orbiting around him. "I'm okay, Yukio."
His twin sighed and then promptly hit him upside-head. "You didn't even welcome Pheles-san, nii-san. How rude can you get?"
At that Rin growled silently but then smirked at realisation that his younger brother still held his shoulders. He didn't care if his past tries backfired on him, there was Mephisto with them and he wanted to get his revenge on Yukio. There was no better time than right there, right now. So he made his mind up and moved, into his twins personal space and looked him straight in the eyes. Sticking his tongue out, he liberally moisturised his lips – eyes never going off Yukio's, surprised ones.
There was maybe an inch or two between them and Rin clearly saw the tiniest freckles that adored his brothers cute face, beside the three moles that stood out on his nice, soft looking face.
"The game is on" he dared to whisper, his hands accidentally brushing tense thighs as he stood up with the most smug expression he could muster. Even his tail seemed to agree with the challenge that was just thrown down at Yukio, as it swiped smoothly – it's end curling little, as if mocking.
His brother however was stunned into stillness, unmoving and unresponsive or at least was for the first ten seconds before his pale cheek started to fill up with colour.
A very tense silence filled the room but Yukio didn't try to cut it short, well neither wanted he – as Yukio looked so... appealing to him. Sprawled on the floor, with a sweater slipped from one shoulder to pool around his hand and that goddamn shirt's collar a bit askew – showing his adam apple as it bubbled up and down...
Shit.
Jesus, he wasn't ogling Yukio just now, was he?
A cough brought him back from his tiny, inner panic attack and he felt as his face arose with heat.
"I'd be more than happy for us to stay here like this, but unfortunately it's time for us to go. Court session is about to happen in twenty minutes." Two blank faces turned to stare at him, and he – Mephisto chuckled. "Young love is so kawaii, all that flushes, all that denial, all that lust" he muttered, his eyes firstly scanning older Okumura but in the end snapping to half-sprawled one, or rather a kind-off obvious slowly raising tent in the boy's trousers. "All that frustration... It's sweet scent is so good, and it stays for so long..."
"What the heck are you talking about fluff-clown?!" growled Rin, blinking. He apparently got over his heat-rush and didn't really understand a word demon said.
Mephisto clucked his tongue, looking back at him. "Nothing important, Rin-kun. I've just came to pick you up. So... Okumura-sensei?" he added, with a wink towards other Okumura.
Yukio's crestfallen face slowly morphed back to it's usual blankness, yet his sharp eyes snapped towards Rin and he half-glared. "Yes, Pheles-san? I am ready" he added, slowly standing up and pulling the sweater back on. After few strokes of his hands through his hair he nodded.
Rin meanwhile was trying to get a grip on his sudden wave of awareness that they were going to a court. Thankfully, more or less, Mephisto knew how to get him back on track as he kept watching Yukio, as he dared to wink at him!
The sudden surge of his inner beast – the one that was connected most by their bond – snarled, flaring it's fiery head to the world. But he knew it wasn't the time for his personal turmoil to rise to the surface, as there was something much more important now.
And that was Yukio's trial in Vatican.
With a silent growl, and a wink from Mephisto – the three of them exited the room.
Rin's keen and albeit narrowed eyes slid slowly around the place, he couldn't help but shudder at emptiness of the room, not to mention it's whiteness. Thinking more about the clear black and white settlement where Yukio's trial was held, he wondered if the Grigori would actually let him go away free without any harsher consequences from there.
It seemed as if the diverseness of the room was trying to tell a statement in itself.
As if world existed only in black and white, while apparently both he and Yukio didn't – never truly did – as they belonged in the grey. It was funny in a way that he dropped his humanity to save his father and Yukio left his to save him. Such vicious circle of their fates, and someone somewhere was probably laughing loudly at their misery.
Still, place was completely unnerving and he was cold-sweating, looking at the trial that was going on.
To his utmost surprise, as much as he berated himself for even thinking such thing – he was glad that they had Mephisto on their side, because apparently he was good at talking with Grigori – which showed in the short, curt replies from the three sages.
All in all Yukio's case wasn't lost, he would dare to think it was far away from it. Especially because his brother, a smart lad that he was very quickly caught a drift of Mephisto's shenanigans and practically went with the flow (never letting his stick-in-a-mud drop out though).
"Scaredy-cat is looking healthy. Yer feeding him good I see. I'm glad."
With a quiet snort, he crossed his arms sparing Shura a look. Oh yeah, he almost forgot that she was there too, for whatever reason – same as him. It was nice to finally go out from that bubble they were stuck in for a month but somehow he couldn't put his finger on very different emotion that was slowly spreading from within when around Shura.
Their last spar was quite interesting, so to speak. His initial reactions even more so but that put a damp on him, as he felt his fingers itching for some kind of friction, on his Kurikara.
Not to mention Shura kept on looking at Yukio with those disinterested eyes of hers, and he'd bet she was thinking something while doing so.
"Why are you here, once again?" he couldn't help but to ask, his irritation clear in voice.
Shura shrugged nonchalantly, eyes wide and pouting. "Like I said before I haven't the slightest. Sages wanted me here, Pheles dragged me here and the only thing I know it has something to do with you two honeybirds."
He cringed at the nickname, hearing it up in the open where everybody could hear it seemed way too embarrassing, even in his standards. "We're not honeybirds. So stop calling me and Yukio honeybirds. People might get the wrong idea."
At that Shura made an act of turning around and squinting her eyes, looking for said people. "What people?" she asked, amused. There was a smile on her face, when she spoke on. "Maybe you should check your eyesight, Rin-kun."
Blood in his veins boiled, fingers itched even more than before. "I just stated that you saying it in the public might get misunderstood. Besides it's embarrassing to be called anything that has to do with Yukio."
"Are you ashamed?"
Sudden question stunned him into silence. "O—of what?"
"Of Yukio."
"What?!"
Shura shrugged, but smile was gone and she looked back at him with sharpness in her eyes. "Are you ashamed of Yukio?"
"What?! No! I never said anything like that!"
"Then what's the problem in me calling you two honeybirds? Yer almost inseparable y'know, wherever you were so was Yukio."
Yes, that was true – she had a point. But it was all the fault of their twisted fates that were linked from their birth. Besides before all the demon crap, both of them lived a pretty mundane life, didn't they?
Well, no.
Not really.
Not Yukio at least.
Jesus, his brother lived the life he was living after taking that bloody Kurikara out of sheathe years before him. Only now it occurred to him that his twin was scarred by him and never said anything, that he kept such huge secret away from him and he never realised.
His throat felt dry, tightening.
"No. We're not inseparable. It was just a way of keeping a tab on me so I wont go on a killing spree or something..." he said, surge of chill going down his spine.
It was true and he was so blind. No, no, it wasn't that. Maybe he didn't want to see it, to understand it.
What if Yukio pulled that trigger on him back in the classroom? What if Yukio really hated him and he made him throw away the lasts of his own humanity?
With a coldness clutching painfully his heart he looked up at the silhouette of his twin, standing straight and nodding curtly at whatever Grigori were saying, Mephisto by his side.
Only now he realised there was still a huge gap between them and their worlds. Even though they were twins, even though both of them stepped (or rather were shoved) into the gray, they never were close. Not before all exorcist crap popped out of nowhere, not after and especially not now when the stupid bond came up to the light.
The bond that could forever tear them apart.
The bond that could forever bind them together.
And there was no between – Mephisto said so himself.
Gulping, a bit fearfully Rin knew what choice he'd pick.
The real fear wasn't on his side, as he knew that he hopelessly somewhere in their exorcists adventures feel for his brother. Yes, he did.
He actually had a massive crush on Yukio at this point, and sometimes he needed to restrain himself from really pounding on his twin to fuck him senseless into floor – but he blamed his demon blood mixed with teenage hormones on that one.
But, what about Yukio? For the last few weeks he never showed a sign that maybe he'd reciprocate whatever Rin threw at him. There were some moments but they were so fast, as if they didn't happen in the first place. You could throw into that bag also the fact that Yukio knew well enough information about bond they shared, to not to act on it – to surpass whatever he felt.
And it was wrong on society.
With a thump of his heart in his chest, Rin felt as if world started to shift from underneath his feet.
He was in the wrong, he was in too deep to care. Not that he ever cared what other people said, or did. Yet the fact that people would berate and hate on them if they ever got together – he didn't want to shame Yukio.
"Huh? What got yer pants in the twist? Ye look pale, have you eaten anything at all or you just figured yer gonna feed Yukio up?"
Shuddering, he twisted his hands together to laugh out awkwardly and scratch at his neck. "I might've missed breakfast today" he answered, blinking.
"Yer sure?" prodded Shura, her eyes narrowing at his face.
"Yeah— Nii-san, they want to speak with you."
Rin felt his breath caught in chest to whoosh out in an instant back. When the hell did Yukio come? On a whim he turned towards his brother to see him walking back, face blank and stoic.
Shura smiled widely. "So how did it go scaredy-cat? Got yer ass spanked much?"
Rin's ears twitched, eyes lit up. "What do ye mean they want to speak with me?" he cut in. "Am I going on a trial too? Is that a reason why I am here?!"
Yukio blinked. "No, I believe it's not the reason for them to speak with you. Besides you've been on a trial with Grigori already, nii-san."
Huh? "Haa—when?" he asked, he didn't remember having such thing!
Suddenly Yukio contemplated a memory, then nodded to himself. "Oh, right. You might not remember much of it... Or any of it. You've been held in Mephisto's crystal prison back then. But you'll remember destroying their previous location, as you along with Amaimon destroyed most of it."
Shura gargled under breath with laughter. "I remember!" she cackled. "Mephisto had a hard time getting you honeybirds out from that one!"
At that Yukio's tail tensed. "What do you mean by honeybirds?"
With a shrug she continued. "You two of course."
"But I haven't done anything that time!" argued Yukio, his tail snapping behind him.
"Well, yeah" she flashed smile at Yukio. "But Grigori still felt that you were partially responsible by destroying their locale" she than suddenly dropped her happy stance, and blinked confused. "Wait a sec... You meant you didn't know—?"
"Didn't know what?"
After few seconds she cackled almost manically. "So ye don't know! It's even better than I expected!"
"What they want from me then!" Rin snapped, his eyes boring into his twins and he saw as Yukio shuddered.
"I don't know, nii-san" Yukio answered him back. "Just go and be over with it."
Huffing, he snarled. "Just don't try anything funny while I'm gone!"
With a rough, heavy stomps he directed himself over to the long staircase that must've acted as hearing aisle. On his way he glanced back at Yukio as he was almost brutalized verbally by Shura but he didn't hear a sound.
Sighing, he looked at Mephisto that stood at the highest point, waiting for him.
Once he placed his feet next to the giant demon King, he gulped. On his way to the hearing he didn't realise how huge the row was – Supreme Advisors almost melting in-between the whiteness of the walls. Good thing that their seats where black otherwise he wouldn't know where to look.
"Rin Okumura" boomed voice, from wherever. "the oldest. Half-breed like your twin. We've met once before already."
He gulped as he put his trembling hands into pockets.
"For that one, as soon as you'll be promoted to be an official exorcist you'll pay it all out. We really don't enjoy changing the location of TCO" added second voice.
Wait? Did they just—?
"That's no matter to speak about now" hushed third voice and still silence followed by.
Until the first voice spoke again. "Rin Okumura, I hope you realise the dangers of your and your twins heritage or what that might cause.
For that purpose I asked Mephisto Pheles to bring you along with your brother today. Last time you weren't talkative enough to have a conversation."
At that Rin's face fell, was he really going to listen to this gramps?
"Since however you're concious, let's have a talk, shall we?"
He nodded numbly, not really knowing if he could answer.
"We're well informed about your brothers situation, as well as yours. Mephisto over there said that the Kurikara's spell was broken and hellfire is burning free within your body. I am more intrigued about your skills, as he also mentioned that you can bring it forth by power of will. Can you do it even now?"
The question was such a simpleton yet he hesitated, sparing a glance at Mephisto until the older demon half-nodded at him.
"Y—yes" he answered, his voice rugged. He cleared his throat. "Yes, I am able to do that now."
"Show us."
Now that stunned him and he twitched. Would he be able to do it right now? He just as well might've try. So he nodded silently, calming himself and reaching deep within himself for that flame that burned inside him. He smudged the border once, twice before he slipped beyond with ease which was surprising in itself – but maybe it shouldn't as they say practice makes perfect.
With his blue flames, red dimmed eyes, two flaming horns on his head and his tail swashing he kept still, looking at Sages. Yes, he heard gasps when he changed his form, was he ugly when he did that? He didn't know, never checked himself in the mirror – and subconsciously he remembered that one guy that tried to beat him up... Did he morph like he did every time?
Damn, now he needed a mirror.
"That's it" he said, waiting for a response.
"Good. Very good. Mephisto, you were right. And you, Rin, can stop it at whim?"
With a slow exhale, he let himself go back to normal and chuckled. "Yeah."
There was a hushed talking on the end of Grigori.
"The case of Yukio Okumura is very delicate" spoke after awhile third voice. "Possessed twice by Satan now he provides great danger to entire mankind. After long debate, us the Grigori, got to conclusion that he needs to be slain..."
"WHAT?!" he snarled, his fist clenching. "Don't you dare take him from me— you beard-wearing bastards!"
Mephisto shook his head, clucking his tongue in shame. "You're certainly not helping the matter, Okumura-kun. Hear what they have all to say before you go on your shitting spree, hmm?"
He didn't care about words Mephisto was spewing. Slain reverted through his mind, over and over.
"They just said they will kill Yukio!"
"Rin" boomed first voice "Okumura. Is that the way to treat your guardian?"
"Guardian my ass" he snipped, breathing harshly.
Mephisto chuckled under breath. "I just might."
At that comment he cringed. "Have you heard that?!"
The voices muttered between themselves and then the third one continued. "As I said, we got to the conclusion that danger need to be slain however Mephisto Pheles plead to us to keep him alive – like he did with you, couple years back. After another debate, we agreed to hear him out. This is the main reason why we're all here.
Your twin will live, but he's going to be under constant observation.
You as the twin, are going to be his patron – upon which your brother agreed to already..."
"Yes!" he shouted, his tail wiggling but then he stopped, when he realised there was probably a but in there, somewhere. "But?"
Advisor sighed, frustration seeping from his voice. "But it entails dealing with the danger itself if there such need occurred."
Silence swallowed them all.
Rin contemplated the last statement and the more he mulled it over he didn't like it... because it sounded as if they told him to...
"If another possession occurred, we need you Rin Okumura to destroy the core of it. It entails killing your brother. Will you be able to do it to save humanity?"
The world spun around and he found himself being drowned in the whiteness. So he had been right from the beginning, his gut was telling him to hide his face and run away as far as he could.
How could he kill Yukio?
Didn't they know that Yukio almost managed to kill him?
Mephisto haven't said a word about that?
He gulped, as he realised that his brothers life was lying at his own two feet. He could say no and crush it or say yes and help him for as long as he could. Yukio already agreed, probably heard the same deal too.
With a sigh of resignation, he nodded. "I agree" he mumbled.
"Will you Rin Okumura kill Yukio Okumura if the possession occurred again?"
Were they asking him a tricky questions or something? He just said that he would, but if he could...
"Yes" he repeated himself. "If my brother ever again became possessed I will take care of it."
Voices mumbled.
"Are you sure?"
This time he couldn't help himself, as he raved a bit. "I already said I agree. I'd do everything to keep him alive. He's the bloody only thing on the world I'd not give up over. If he happened to become possessed and the situation would be bad than... I guess... I'd do it. I'd kill him, to ease his pain."
Grigori nodded.
"So it's agreed upon. You might go now, ask Shura Kirigakure to come next."
With a curt nod, he turned around and wanted to step down but sudden hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Okumura-kun" said Mephisto, giving him a slight pat, "it's all right. Last time it was Yukio in this situation."
Breathing through parted lips, he rounded at Mephisto, eyes wider than usual. "You mean that—?"
Mephisto smirked. "It worked like charm back then, why not now? You trust Yukio, right?"
He gulped, blinking. He wasn't entirely sure and that was kinda scary thought. "Sure. I— I do."
Mephisto narrowed his eyes. "You hesitated."
"Well, I'm just a human aren't I? I have no idea what sits in that head of Yukio's."
This time a bold chuckle and a push got him walking down.
"Tell Shura to come over here, don't forget!"
With a frown he waved away the prompt, walking down the stairs. He felt heavy and light at the same time and he didn't like the feeling. Sure, Yukio was going free and alive but the thought of him killing his twin didn't sat right with him.
How do they expect him to do such thing if—?
Last time it was Yukio in this situation.
Last time—Jesus. Yukio was fifteen back then wasn't he? He can't get his head around it and he's older than his brother was back then. Crap, their lives really are shitty, aren't they?
"—and then he caved in, like literally. He almost torn Bon-kun's bleached hair out! It was so funny, shame ye missed it scaredy!"
"I always knew your taste of humour was dire but to that point—"
Shura waved the comment off, pouting. "Yer just as uptight as always, one of these days someone should take that stick outta yer ass."
"Crude."
"Yer simply no fun at all."
Rin sighed, hearing freelanced chat – at least some things will never change. Especially between those two, he was going to keep sure of that.
"It's just because your sense of humour is wrong and twisted. I always keep repeating that you should set can aside and try drinking something healthier, all that alcohol got into your head."
Shura clacked her tongue. "It's so cute that you worry about me."
"I don't. I'm just stating the facts."
"Yer literally the worst person to have fun with. You're just 'nii-san this' and 'nii-san that' all the time now. Why don't you stop worrying for a second and actually enjoy yourself. You can't live forever life of your twins, or you'll end up old and alone."
He slowed on his march, listening more closely now. He shouldn't but somehow he dreaded what Yukio's answer was. There was a lot of truth in Shura's statement as well, not that he wanted to accept it, he enjoyed his brother way too much.
There was clear tension in his twins back.
"I wonder..." he answered deliberately slowly. "If you're warning me to not become you. Well, don't worry, I won't. I hate alcohol too much to end up so poorly."
Shura huffed, irritated. "What insensitive asshole."
Yukio shrugged nonchalantly. "It wasn't me who started it."
Yeah, definitely wasn't going to change.
At least he had one worry less in that head of his.
"Yo!" he shouted, smiling blankly. "Shura-san they want you up there."
Shura groaned and then smacked her lips lazily. "Damn, again. What this time?"
He shrugged. "Dunno, go and check."
"Yeah, yeah... I'll see you soon enough as it is" she said, turning around and walking with her specific sway. "Scaredy eat your greens so you can be strong again and you Rin keep him up to it, or I'll know you didn't" she threw over her shoulder, slowly walking away.
Yukio grumbled under breath.
"Damn, she missed you" he stated, clearly confused himself. "Never would've say she's the person that actually can get attached to anybody and still..."
"Don't mention it, nii-san. I think she told me everything that happened with you and Bon-kun while I was gone."
Rin cringed lightly but kept on smiling. "Eh—heh. Sorry, 'bout that."
Yukio sighed, pulling on sweater's sleeve. "Not your fault. We all know that you have some bad temper."
"I do not" he shot back instantly, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes, you do. Even before Grigori themselves. Really nii-san? Before three Supreme Advisors? We've seen what you've done over there, you lost temper."
"It was because they told me to—!" he shut his mouth, sulking. That talk was too fresh to remember. "They put ultimatum on you" he added, sighing.
Yukio seemed unimpressed. "Of course they did. It would be stupid thing not to do. I am Satan's vessel, nii-san."
"But they told me to kill you!" he snapped, anger melting with thudding pain in his chest.
Yukio nodded. "So they told me to do the same about you couple years back" he answered honestly, crossing his arms and looking towards Shura and Mephisto. "You didn't know about it, I never told you."
"Mephisto told me" he barked, huffing. "Just after beard-wearers asked me to agree to deal."
"Beard-wearers?"
"Three gramps?"
"Oh."
"Anyway, how could I not agree to it?" he asked, after awhile. "It was no deal at all. Either leave you to die or let you live until you'll be possessed again... That was one huge load of stinking bullcrap if you ask me."
"But you agreed to it anyway, no?"
"I didn't have a choice" he answered honestly, turning to watch Shura and Mephisto as they argued (well Shura was for certain). "I wonder what they're shouting for?"
Yukio pouted, once again pulling on the sleeve and he caught him at it again in a timespan of just few minutes.
"Would you mind stop pulling on the sleeves, otherwise they're gonna come off" he grumbled.
With content silence between them after few, long seconds something occurred to Rin and he snapped into action. He grabbed Yukio at his upper arms and stood before him.
Then he promptly cried upon the realization that Yukio already grew an inch.
It looked like his times of being the taller twin were coming to an end and quickly, already.
To be continued... in Arc 3.