Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 15/?
Characters: Rin, Yukio, Mephisto, others
Genre: action, BADASSERY (insert genre here)
Summary: "Sometimes dreams do come true... And sometimes they change into nightmares."
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's purely fan made for fun... or tears.
Warnings: No beta'd, etc. cursing, anime!ver, brocon, RinYukio, prolly ooc?

A/N: I'm evil and I love it. I officially pronounce Like a Dream started. First chappie down. More to come. Also where is the art of this beautiful couple, I need more of them and there's just not enough of it on tumblr... *wailing inaudibly*

Sometimes everyone has that particular day in which nothing goes as planned, and today was one of them – particularly bad one too, for him it seemed. So far nothing, absolutely nothing went as it should. It wasn't a fault of his burnt toast in the morning though, however irrational it might've seemed. To-day was one huge disaster, starting from the morning as he slept in into school (~damn, four-eyes didn't wake him!), continuing into late afternoon – mainly his exorcist cram school lessons which were roughly interrupted, ending on present situation as he stood, torn internally between staying where he was and breaking into sprint after their so called interruption.

Rin's blue eyes darted fro and to between two sights. On one side was his brother, pupils strangely diminished and a very stern look upon his cheek as he stood not so far from him, slightly yet visibly trembling. On the other though was a speck of a quickly disappearing ghoul, which kept on darting between and onto completely unsuspecting cars.

All in all their position was bad from whichever side one wouldn't look at it. By now they already busted this mission, as being incognito and all – people already kept on watching them outta their car windows, some even dared to try and make their way towards them.

And to think that he only burnt his toast in the morning and now this, he certainly didn't sign up for this kind of crap. Or did he? Oh, yeah, right, he actually did when he said that he was going to kick Satan's ass one day.

Wind ruffled his unruly black locks, half-way covering his vision and he growled under breath. Right now he was high on adrenalin, Kurikara in hand and ready for anything. His inner demon pleasantly purred underneath, waiting to be unleashed to have it's own fun in this dire situation.

If not for Yukio he'd already be on the run after their ghoulish friend but his brothers' sudden petrified face kept on stopping him from doing so.

"Ne, four-eyes!" he shouted towards his twin, who still stood like that statue, eyes wide open. "Yo!" he repeated himself, with irritation but to no avail. "Damnit, Yukio! That thing is going to escape and massacre another shitload of people if we won't do something about it right now!"

Precious seconds passed, no response in sight. That in itself was frustrating as it was, not to mention the literal warzone they were standing in. Because yes, when one have to face a flesh-eating beast there is no saying that place would look the same after the clash, especially if it involved exorcists.

The narrow street which ran along the side of a cliff was busted. In peripheral vision one could see some cars devastated, couple actually burning up with high red and orange flames, but more than less this part of the street was totally jammed.

Ghoul took another leap from asphalt onto incoming, unsuspecting car, it's wheels instantly screeching terribly and barely stopping before it could plummet down to a certain death. Wind picked up on strength again, and this time he snapped. Yukio coming with him or not, he needed to make certain that this monstrosity wasn't going to hurt anybody else as it did enough damage already. Four people dead, fifth fighting in hospital for life and one orphaned barely crossing into his teens kid, plus entire shitload of minor casualties on exorcists side – as this fucker seemed to be exceptionally vicious, quick and strong.

"To hell with it all! We don't have time for this, Yukio you coming with me or not?!"

His emotions where slowly cracking through his self-control, he knew it. He was the impulsive one afterall - first doing, later thinking – and this situation couldn't be thought through beforehand. No, they needed to trust their own half-demonic instincts, as bad as it might've end.

With his hand stretched out towards his brother he already made the decision, he only waited for his other counterpart to agree to it. First splash of something wet hit his cheek and slid down, sky already slowly seeping into darkness.

Next few seconds that passed between them felt like they stretched into forever. As he stood, his teeth bared but eyes watching his prey, he snarled when he haven't got not even a sound as an answer. Never in his entire life he didn't round at his twin so fast as then.

"What the hell are you thinking about?!" he snapped, anger coming forward first.

Yet only when he literally stopped himself from snapping again, he realised that Yukio's gun hand was trembling quite badly while the other he kept pressed against his forehead – ultimately hiding his face from Rin, and apparently making him make decision for him.

Within blink on an eye, Rin barked incoherently under breath – but he snapped into action nonetheless. Not waiting for an answer nor anything he grabbed Yukio's right hand and pulled him after himself – not really hearing the shout of surprise on his twins side. He practically dragged his brother ahead, coming to a stop near a motorcyclist.

"We're borrowing it" he said plainly and with a single glare and a growl motorcycle was his as it's owner scrambled as far from him as he could.

Only then his twin actually responded in any way, as if coming outta trance that he was in for the last ten minutes.

"Nii-san!" Yukio snapped, trying to tear free from his grip but that only made him push harder on his brother's wrist. "What do you think you're doing?" he added, his voice stern but there was a hint of worry in it.

"My job" he answered in a heartbeat, blinking and sparing a glance at his brother. There seemed to be a bit more colour to Yukio's face, as well as his pupils went back to normal. Whatever happened back then, he needed to ask his twin about it later. As if to remind himself of their mission, he glanced at the place where ghoul kept on running on all fours – away from them. Thankfully there wasn't much of an traffic at least. "Get on, we need to catch that bastard."

Without explanation he put his leg over motorcycle's seat, ready to literally drive off in an instant if he needed.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing, nii-san?! You can't ride on it!"

At those a bit panicked words from Yukio, his face split into devilish smirk as he revved engine and it growled in anticipation.

"Get on, hold onto me and shoot whenever you can, got it?" he ended this conversation, securing Kurikara into his belt.

After another few lost seconds he finally felt as Yukio's body uncertainly slid behind him. There was a bit of shuffling as his brother sheathed his pistol and then Rin felt hands wrapping around his middle, that was a crystal clear cue to go and so he did.

With a vigorous push, he rolled handle and engine roared – with back wheel squealing on the asphalt he released brake and they rode off leaving behind them a cloud of a burning tire.

He felt almost instantly as Yukio pressed into him harder, his body almost melting into one with his own and Rin barely held in a meek mew at the sensation, even though he shouldn't think about that kind of things right now – he couldn't help it, just relish in the feeling.

With a sharp left roll, he manoeuvred between traffic lines – getting closer to their goal. However road was narrow and very dangerous, one wrong move and they both could end up deep, deep down and very dead. Keeping those thoughts to himself, he did his best at riding – yet the steady sizzle that started to pour from the sky wasn't helping the matters.

As much as he speed up, Rin couldn't get too close as the oncoming vehicles kept on getting in their way. He guessed as much, so he did what he needed to.

"Yukio!" he growled towards his twin, who clutched his middle apparently scared shitless for their lives. "Get your weapon and shoot, he's close enough."

"What about people?" answered back Yukio, uncovering face from his back. Rin felt as his twins heart pounded ten thousand miles per hour. "I ca—"

Somehow his anger was back as he snapped. "You'll do fine, it's just another mission as thousands you did before. Nothing's going to happen, besides I need you to slow it down so I can reach it once and for all."

"Of course." Yukio actually snapped back at him. "There's just one thing you didn't think through, nii-san, I have only two hands! How I am supposed to hold onto you if—"

Rin couldn't help himself but mentally roll his eyes. "With your precision I gather one gun is enough. You'll hold onto me with your other hand."

That shut his twin up, as he probably realised how utterly childish he sounded back there. Rin chuckled, revving up more. Yukio took this as a clue with a grain of salt, as he released his right hand and started to rummage through his coat to take his pistol out. Once it was out, something happened – something Rin didn't predict, because suddenly Yukio's hand was around his neck, as the other one slowly crawled upwards towards his chest – and he gulped.

"What are ya doing, spotty?" he shrieked, trying hard to concentrate on the road, and only the road.

Yukio's arm tensed. "I'm just checking if it's not empty" his brother answered back, voice determined, face way too close for comfort – as he put chin on his shoulder.

Without a second of doubt, he knew that his twin's stupor was over – that his Yukio was back and ready for anything. With a tiniest of quirks of lips, he revved once more but this time rode just in-between the traffic to give his brother as clear shot as he could muster – which wasn't easy feast to do.

Wind pricked on their faces, rain left it's traces as they sped up through the street.

Car lights flashed, scenery blurred before their eyes as sky darkened, late evening falling upon them. Yellowish lights burst into life, bright spots on a dark road ahead.

Rin overtook another car that almost crash-stopped in a middle of a way with a screech, when he finally saw their chance. Apparently his twin did also as before he even made a sound, he felt and heard the pressure that came with a shooting of a pistol.

A barrage of bullets flew ahead, three visibly catching the target.

Yet it still wasn't enough to stop it from leaping on the side of a cliff and another car that swayed on the road.

"Damn, he's quick."

Yukio nodded, grumbling and hiding his weapon. "We won't catch him, he's too far away."

He gritted his teeth, his inner flame asking for permission to unleash. "Well, there's only one last chance then, our blood."

"Our blood? What are you talking about, nii-san?"

"Our demonic blood" he clarified. "We need to use it to our advantage, that's the only way I see it."

At that his twin's hold bitten painfully into his middle. "No."

"Yes!" he snapped. "It's the only way we can catch that bastard, don't you see?"

"Yes, I don't see!" barked back Yukio, shaking his head. "You can't use your demonic powers to take care of everything, it's simply reckless. Besides there's too many people who will see—!"

Without beating around a bush, he pressed handbrakes and their motorcycle swayed on the slippery ground. Yukio gasped before clutching even tighter onto him as they drifted on the asphalt until they came to a stop, engine still purring.

"Get off" he ordered, half-glaring at his twin. Then he was suddenly bombarded with that perfect, intoxicating scent which happened only few times in the past couple months.

Yukio compiled but he did so very reluctantly, standing next to him – drenched head to toe just like he was himself, rain glistening on his face.

"What are you planning to do, nii-san?"

Question made him smile, his canines bare and shining. "Trust me, we're gonna get that bastard" he replied, revving engine.

The place, the situation, everything seemed so strange yet insanely special. Even the bloody weather made it different, but a good kind of different. The scent that was coming off from Yukio was strong and when it melted with a feel of a fresh rain – good God, it was perfect, he felt like he could fly off from where he stood.

He couldn't help himself but to imagine himself sweeping his brother from place and kissing those pared lips – that almost were calling him to do so.

Yeah it was one of those precious moments.

And if maybe not for a flash of headlights that snapped his attention back on track, maybe he'd actually stood from that motorcycle and grabbed Yukio's head into his hands. Maybe his brother would melt in his embrace, maybe he'd love the feeling of his lips against his own. Maybe he'd kiss him back with the unbelievable wanton just like he wish he could – but didn't, because it wasn't time nor place.

And probably would never be.

Blinking, he realised he was staring at his twin – that stupid smile still plastered on his face – and he cringed inwardly at how stupid he probably looked right then. Before he could however make a move he noticed something too, he brushed it off though as time was running short.

As he accelerated with a screech of tire, he'd swear on his own life that Yukio was actually staring back at him awestruck and was that a little bit disappointment in his eyes? – which made him insanely warm and happy for some strange reason.

Whatever just happened, whatever moment they just had – he mentally recorded it, never to forget.

Pressure of air twisted and turned his dark locks, rain splashed almost painfully when he accelerated as fast as he could. Once he felt he was pushing his luck with the speed, he cursed inwardly. He seriously needed a huge boost to catch that ghoul – which lumped thanks to Yukio's sharp eyesight but still was off-limits.

Well, there was his moment of truth.

With a deep breath and gritting teeth, he thought he would be ready for the moment when he'll unleash his flame but oh boy, he was wrong. As soon as he let himself breach the barrier, an enormous amount of hellfire burst around him – covering not only him and the motorcycle which started to literally melt underneath him, but also good feet around him.

It was so strong and so sudden he swayed dangerously close to the cliff.

"Shit."

That was way too close for comfort, not to mention the pleasant feeling that coursed through his entire being while he was like that. However the motorcycle was really starting to loose on it's usability with tires melting and leaving blue fire burns on the ground.

Concentrating on the ghoul he used his own flames to speed up, covered up in blue hellfire.

But before he could cheer up at his quickly approaching victory, string of real fear struck him upon realisation that they were closing up – too fast – to a sharp turn and there was no way he'd be able to break in time. What was even worse was that a tanker just started to turn into them.

"Holy fuck" he cursed, sweating, his heart beating frantically.

So, he was fucked. In the ass. Hard.

Well, no, not really. But he was certainly doomed.

He had only around minute to take his course of action, and there wasn't a place for a single, even tiniest mistake. The motorcycle swayed again, tires looking worse for wearing – his hands not looking any better, as the handles burned into his skin. Well, damn, he didn't have a time to think. So he did what he figured out might've been the best – to cut the beast before it reaches the tanker.

Tanker which started to slow down, thankfully. Still there was too high risk of it blowing up, and the driver seemed to start get out of it.

"Idiot" he mumbled, his eyes squinted in pain and hurry.

With one more sway on the motorbike he put his best bets on the hellfire boost which he felt just before. Breathing deeply, he concentrated against burning sensations in his body. He needed a good burst if he wanted to cut the ghoul down.

But he didn't have time, so he let as much of the hellfire as he could muster to push him ahead – like a hit to the back of a head, he felt as he was swooped, wheels no longer keeping up with the speed. And as he approached, he crawled onto what was left of bike and jumped – the longest jump of his entire life.

Kurikara in hand, coming down in a cut – time stopped and world became black.

...

The first thing he smelled was that of a burning petrol, second was of fresh rain that poured down on his hurting body, third was that special scent of Yukio. Blinking slowly, he realised that he was lying face-down on the asphalt – in a sea of angry red fire.

Crawling up, he coughed and looked around trying to decipher what the hell happened. Did he manage to cut the ghoul down? What about trucker? Was he even alive, seeing all of this around him it was almost a given he didn't.

With a gasp of pain shooting down his entire body, he finally stood up and took time actually looking. He saw the what was left of his borrowed motorcycle and sniggered silently, he couldn't help himself but to wish seeing the man's face when he's going to get his bike back. Few careful steps and some place a bit farer he saw a burning corpse of a ghoul – or rather what was left of it, and he sighed, relief washing over him like the rain.

However the driver of tanker was nowhere to be seen, which stung on his coincidence, not much but that on the other hand made him try to remember what happened when he slashed his Kurikara down.

Kurikara.

With a swoop of his head, he tried to find a glimpse of his sword. Only on his second turn he actually noticed it lying few feet away from the corpse of a ghoul. Steadily he walked over to the place, reaching for it. That's when he remembered his hands and before he picked up the sword he looked them over and grimaced at the sight – not only that, when he tried to move his fingers they hurt like hell, but still he could already see that his body was regenerating destroyed cells.

"Huh. It's like Yukio said" he mumbled to himself, watching his hands. "Scratches and bruises stay for weeks but this... it's already healing."

Carefully, he took the sword into his hand – just to secure it into his pants belt like before. Now that left him alone with his thoughts and fire. Ah, there was also Yukio's scent in the air – which was becoming more, and more prominent.

With another exhale he called upon his flames, this time they were calmer – much, much calmer – but that was also because he felt tiredness settle in his body. At the moment all he wanted to do was just walk out from that circle of flames before he'd lose consciousness.

Swagging a bit, he stepped into the fire – his clothes catching some of it, thankfully being extinguished by his own. Behind the wall of fire there was a sight to behold however as when he stepped through it - Yukio stood calmly on the other side, waiting for him to go out; looking almost predatory, shining with hidden hellfire.

Rin felt as if he was almost burning with pride at that second – even though the view was just a trick of his eyes. Even though his brother wasn't really burning with blue flames.

Still that arousing scent again came off in whiffs towards him, making his blue eyes diminish with redness. Moon at the time already shone brightly on the dark sky, peeking from between clouds as rain almost came to a halt by now.

Ah, the moon.

Right.

It was almost time for a supermoon to show up, they had just a week or so before it.

Maybe... Maybe that was a reason why the smell seemed to hit him so strong, inviting. Not that his twin was making it easy for him, standing proud and watching him with those sharp, yet soft eyes.

"Yo, four-eyes!" he managed to crack a smile, all beaten and bruised but good. "Mission accomplished."

Silver string of moonlight fell on a side of Yukio's face, as he closed his eyes in silent contemplation. But it wasn't the serene view of his brother's features that caught his eye but a very different, stronger and wider bond that stretched between them.

For a second he caught his breath on the sight, when he realised it was the same bond he saw before – but it wasn't. This wasn't the same red string he saw back when they were living alone for a month, no. Single red thread it was before now resembled a ribbon, a scarlet ribbon that started around his pinky and ended around his brother's.

When did it grow so much? Was it because of what was happening between them? Was it because he actually wouldn't mind to have a relationship with Yukio? But then again, shouldn't it mean that his twin wouldn't mind it either? Bonds like that always worked both ways... Like a push and pull.

Push and pull.

He smirked.

"Do you have any idea how much damage you've done by your stunt?!"

Blurted with such ferocity words made him cringe a bit. Trying to play it off, he laughed with his brows furrowed. "Eheh— I know but how much damage others did before us?"

"You" grumbled Yukio, staring him down. "Just you, nii-san. I didn't have anything to do with all of this" he rambled, waving his arms around. "Do you think I want to clean your mess again?!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Pheles-san will send me on overtime missions again just like before!"

"Huh?" he blinked, confused but soon he remembered their so called trial. "Ah, I get it" he said, smiling and laughing at Yukio being all worked up already over such stupid thing. "So that's what was Shura talking about, eh?"

A vein popped on his twins forehead as he huffed, crossing arms. "Exactly. Before, I didn't realise it because I thought it was for me to get promoted but now that I actually know the truth I won't be working my ass off for the mess you created."

At that he couldn't help himself but step closer to Yukio and pat him on the shoulder albeit wincing a bit. "Wee—eell, it's not as if I was the real exorcist in here" he laughed.

"Yes, and it's not as if I was the real demon in here" his twin grouched back which got him tensing up, smiles and laughter gone. "People are still looking and you're burning."

At that he panicked, looking around frantically and extinguishing his flames. "I—I forgot!" he burst out, sending apologizing glance at Yukio. He slipped hand down his face and hissed. "Damnit!"

That got his twin all over him in an instant. "What's wrong?"

He hissed back but gave a lopsided smile anyway. "Ah, it's nothing. Just the bike melted under my flames and it might've burned my hands a little. It's okay, really." A sudden smack to the back of his head got him reeling back. "WHAT FOR?!"

Yukio sighed, his features calm but there was a hidden spark. "Being stupid, nii-san."

"Hey—!"

His twin shook his head and opened his mouth when a stampede of incoming backup reverberated in the air.

"Hey, Okumura-sensei! ~Yuki-chan! Sensei!"

Entire squad tramped to where them two stood, wet and tired and clearly just as much surprised by the look of the burning fire before them.

"Yuki-chan, are you okay?" Shiemi was first to cut through the silence, practically jumping towards his brother. After few seconds though her big eyes rested on him and he cracked a smile. "Rin, you look terrible."

Well, talk about completely bursting his dream of being a hero – for once. Yukio even didn't do much, tche.

"You look tired" he parroted, half-heartedly.

Shiemi nodded, her small familiar perched on the top of her head. "It was hard mission, we barely managed. Thanks to Amai-chan we did it though!"

He literally sensed as Yukio tensed upon hearing their so-called half-brother's name. It was entire month since they came back and had their teary reunion with their team, it still amazed him though that his twin just couldn't straw the fact that Shiemi and Amaimon where bound as a master and familiar.

Yep, there was a certain dislike his brother showed towards that fact – and that made him burn with tiniest jealousy about the girl, that even after everything she still had a high place in Yukio's heart – even if he never planned to act on it.

"Amaimon helped you? Again?" asked Yukio, his voice somehow lower. Nobody saw that a flickering look of disappointment cross his features, just he did. "Shiemi— How many times I told you that he's dangerous. He's one of kings of demons, you can't trust him—"

"Well, Okumura-sensei" cut in Shima, his pink hair plastered over his forehead. "If not for him I wouldn't be here, he actually saved me."

Bon exhaled sharply from sideways. "He did it only because Moriyama-san was with you, stupid. If she wasn't there you'd still end up dead."

Shima however blanched. "Nah, he did it because Shiemi-chan asked him to protect us, right? Shiemi?"

Blonde girl flushed suddenly, trying to get a hold of herself. "Well, umm... You see... I just told him to make a way for us to go through coal tars to the gate—"

"The gate?" picked up his brother, tensing. "There was a gate to Gehenna?"

"Yes, sensei" said Konekomaru, since everybody else fell silent. "There was a gate, not big but still. We were just as surprised to find it there."

"It was tough luck" continued Bon, speaking for them all. "We almost couldn't find the eye to close it. Thanks to our Arias we managed to uncover it—"

"Huh?" he piped in, blinking and realising that one person was actually missing. "Where is Kamiki?"

Silence fallen around them.

"Her familiars got hurt" answered Shiemi, her face sombering. "Me and Nii-chan needed to finish what she started" she sighed, blinking but smiling little. "I'm going to find her now, see how she's doing—"

"Maybe she needs some time alone" he cut in and all eyes were on him, for what he shrugged. "What?"

Shiemi shook her head at him. "I came to you once too" she spoke, slowly and then turned around, walking off. "Besides maybe me and Nii-chan will be able to help her familiars."

He exhaled grumpily at his twins glare. "What?"

Blonde was out of earshot already, leaving boys alone. It was at that second as pink haired male jumped onto him, almost crushing in the process in his one armed hug.

"What the hell—?! Shima!"

But his friend didn't care, patting him on the shoulder with a grin plastered over his face.

"That was awesome!" Shima hollered, clearly still in amazement. "We've seen the action from the cliff. You two were totally badass on that bike! And the stunt with your flames, good God that was better than watching a movie in cinema!"

He laughed it out at his twins narrowed eyelids and pursed lips.

"Well, you know" he cracked, anxiety flaring to life. "I was just doing my job, is all—"

"Yeah and we needed to explain to people why are you burning with blue fire and still can walk around alive!" snapped Bon, clearly irritated. "Have you any idea how difficult it is to stop a person from nosing around, you airhead?!"

That snapped him out, ire replacing anxiety. "Hey, cuckoohead, I needed to do that otherwise the bastard would run away from us, right Yukio?!" he rambled, catching eyes of his brother. "Tell them Yukio!"

His twin however only exhaled, sweatdropping and then without a word, stepped back in a clear intention of walking away.

"O—oi, four-eyes!" he rounded, watching his brother's back. "Don't you just walk away! Oi, HEY—"

...

Up in the dark sky, hidden within clouds two pair's of eyes watched intently the exchange with a calm, calculating gazes. However if anyone could look upwards would certainly recognize light attire worn by no-other but Mephisto Pheles himself. Other occupant of the space, that hung just next to him was suited up in darkness – the literal darkness, and resembled more a puff of a mist than a real person – or rather a demon.

"They're fine."

"Of course they are, after all you made sure they would be – even though I asked you not to mingle between them, didn't I?"

"That you did" was the answer and a huff. "You never mentioned a life threatening instances though."

Mephisto clacked his tongue, crossing languidly legs on his armchair. "Ah, a loophole, of course. Daddy's girl, really. You should be careful with your bloodlust though, it's almost supermoon and you know what it means."

"I do" short answer, too quick to miss the steel of the voice it was said with. "It's the main reason why I'm here, right now."

With a wave of his hand, Mephisto smirked in mirth. "You know that consequences will be dire, don't you? I guess, as I send you back that you're already prepared for them."

There was a slice of silence and then a tired sigh, before the puff started to morph into more humanoid-like appearance. Black as the night itself – only teal eyes and contours of a human-ish body appeared. Long black tail, ended with a tuft of a very familiar brown hair curled in the air, two edgy curved horns were protruding from a small forehead that was covered with brown fringe.

"It doesn't matter. I am ready for everything. Besides it's not like anything can hurt me any more."

There was a narrow of Mephisto's eyes. "Way too sure of yourself, are we? You're the purest manifest of a hellfire, I must admit I am impressed that the two of them actually managed to make something like this. You're the ultimate weapon of a mass destruction, seeking peace but leaving only ashes behind instead. Even I can feel the burn, the power, the hellfire..."

"Yet you're helping me."

One-sided curl of a lip split Mephisto's overall bored face. "It's entertaining."

The girl snorted. "You were saying it back then just before you send me here too, uncle. I guess some things never change nor want to change."

He shrugged nonchalantly, a tea cup from nowhere in his hand as he poured gold-and-brown liquid into it. "I'm curious as to how this entire situation will play out" he stopped for a second, inspecting his niece from head to toe and then he resumed pouring his tea. "I wish I knew you sooner though."

"I wish I was never born."

The colder, autumn night embraced the words into it's cold hands. Wind tore slightly onto their both appearances as they floated in the sky, silver moon and few stars lighting up the sudden sour mood.

"Sometimes dreams do come true."

"And sometimes they change into nightmares."

With a calculating look over his face, Mephisto shrugged off girl's words.

"As much as I want to chitchat with you, boys are gone already" he spoke, waving his hand and disappearing tea cup on par with armchair. "Supermoon is next week, you're unpredictable when it happens – or so you say – so we're going to need to close you up nice and snugly in one of the chambers underneath Academy. Just like your father and Rin-kun."

Niece nodded, exhaling and leaving the last traces of her demonic heritage. Now before Mehpisto stood a flesh and bone girl, not older than sixteen with big, yet sharp teal eyes; brown hair cut short but puffy and with unmistakable mole on the right cheek of her face.

Clapping his hands Mephisto smiled a cheshire smile.

"Well, next week certainly will be interesting."