Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 18/?
Characters: Rin, Yukio, Shura, Mephisto
Genre: full-blown-angst, some-fluff, I don't know x3
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?
Summary: In that one moment he wanted to punch something really bad. However he stopped on grinding his teeth painfully while a gaping hole took a place of his heart. He was so sorry, he wanted to turn back time – if it was possible, just so Yukio wouldn't have to go through all of this crap.
A/N: よ！I managed, I crawled back from the dead to finish this story which is slowly coming to an end. *sighs* Chapter not the best but I tried (and cried when had to rewrite it again & again). Also I've had this few scenes on my mind for quite some time so I can finally say I'm free from my demons, yo! Hope you enjoy this bite! ありがとうみんな！ps. Mephisto left uniforms in shower rooms for boys, ps2. breadcrumb of Rin's past supermoon 3
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Silently, wind caressed treetops to and fro.
On this particular day, early-autumn sky was – as if knowing of previous night events – crystal clear, with only few puffy clouds sailing through it. One could even hear a happily chirping birds if listened close enough. Overall it seemed such a perfect day, a good one too – only if...
If not for two half-breed demon teens that were caught in a twisted tale of fates.
As it happened, Rin was slowly drifting back towards reality. Same one, he knew he wasn't ready to face just yet.
Groaning inwardly, he shivered at autumn's chill that otherwise kept on crawling into buildings already. With another moan – which escaped him accidentally - he felt every single muscle in his body reel in painful cramps. Even though he didn't want to he opened one eye, half-afraid of what he might see. However he certainly wasn't prepared to see that.
This never-ending grey mist surrounding him, as it did – and before he noticed, he was standing fully-clothed and concious.
It couldn't be real, he must've been dreaming, right? He must've been still asleep in a bed, his head probably propelled on a comfy pillow – that was his twin, probably; but it wasn't important at the moment.
Glancing over himself, he had this strange feeling crawling up his spine, just mere seconds before a sense of deja vu kicked in. He remembered a very similar dream he had months ago, but again back then his guilt and sadness took over the wheel of his memory. Was that it again?
Not waiting for another walk down memory lane, he blinked and then moved – to find that he was free to do so, unlike the last time this kind of thing happened. Now that was bad, he thought to himself. It meant he was somewhere and nowhere amidst his conciousness doing god-knows-what or why, still he pushed ahead with morbid curiosity of what he might find.
His steps were unnaturally effortless, as if he was walking on air itself, not to mention – thing that was just a mist kept on condensing into something much darker with each step he took.
How long did he wander, he couldn't know in that strange place of not here nor there, where only dark fog danced before his eyes. Once it completely swallowed him, he stopped. He felt himself sweat profusely as cold chill went down his spine. Oh, he didn't like it, not one bit.
"Hey?" he shouted, but it was so meek. He gulped, turning around and repeating himself. "HEY!"
No echo. Nothing.
What the hell was going on? Where was he? Was that another stupid prank of fluff-clown? Well, even if it was – it wasn't funny. He was really starting to panic. Dark fog surrounding him looked and felt so evil, closing on him more and more.
"Is anybody he—re?" he tried again as his hands shook on his sides, he was more than ready to ball them into fists to fight off whatever awaited him.
But no, he wasn't going to give in into his surreal fear, as if - he felt the need to move ahead – and so he did. Not that the place was becoming any less creepier than it was before. Thick, dark fog still made his skin crawl, the chill wasn't any better – getting colder. He believed he could see his own breath coming off in puffs – at least he could tell that wherever he was, was oxygen so he had this one problem off his head. He certainly wasn't going to asphyxiate.
Cautiously he kept on wandering yet there was no change to scenery at all, no matter where he looked. Finally after some time creepiness gave in place to frustration at getting nowhere, seeing nothing and actually maybe giving up his senseless need to move on further ahead. Yeah, he felt cold and tired(?) and thought of having a nap was becoming more promising with each step he took.
Then again, why would he feel so worn out while dreaming? It was just a dream, wasn't it? The place he was in, the freezing cold that pinched on his fully-clothed body..? It was all just a dream...
A loud sigh escaped from between his lips and puffy cloud swirled before his eyes, unaware he shook internally from chill. After few more minutes (or maybe hours, who knew?) of strolling, he finally stopped as his frustration became too much to bear with. What was the point of walking anyway if he wasn't going to find anything, right?
Besides, he had enough of being nowhere.
He wanted to wake up, damnit.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" he raved, his hands flying towards his temples and trying to pull his hair off. "CLOWN YOU'RE SO GOING DOWN FOR THIS, YOU ASSHOLE! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? IF YOU TRIED TO PISS ME OFF THEN BRAVO, GRATS YOU MANAGED PERFECTLY! FRICKEN BILION POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR FOR THIS ONE—haaa?"
Surge of his spouting insults stopped a sudden change in the fog. Out of nowhere a surge of wind swirled grey and black mass together until he could spot outline of a huge doors. Yes, he could say he actually, finally saw something in there – in a distance. A gate? A gate! Clearing his throat, he didn't wait to sprint ahead with huge leaps. Yes, there was a gate – he could say, and it was big or rather getting bigger as he was getting closer to it.
When he got close enough, he halted his steps and took in the view. Once black outline took an appearance of free standing double-winged stone gate. Blinking several times, he pondered the reason why would such a thing be in a middle of nowhere and especially why would he need to find it. But he did anyway, so he slowly reached his hand towards cold stone.
When his fingers slipped down crease, a vivid bright light shone from within the gate – momentarily blinding Rin with it's ferocity. He couldn't do much to stop it from shining as he stepped back shielding his face from vicious light – but he noticed strange symbols that suddenly started to appear on the stone.
Before he could ponder what what happening, the gate was already opening up – light urging him inside.
What he found behind that stone gate, was chaos.
From between sparse fog he could see buildings, a whole city. But—it wasn't a nice, heart-warming and welcoming view. Far from it. Wherever his eyes could follow, he would see crushed walls crumbling on itself of buildings long time deserted – it was empty, hollow shell of a city he once knew. From his place, he could even see Old Boy's Dormitories, but even they couldn't stop corroding ways of time.
A very cold sweat slipped down his face. Somehow he had a bad feeling about this. The whole vision was wrong, distorted and simply scary. There were no people walking down the streets, no everyday noise of students hurrying to Academy.
There was nothing.
A simple, horrifying nothing.
Yet his human curiosity nudged him to go on, to proceed.
Each twist and turn he took felt wrong, broken windows and empty buildings only added to hopelessness of the place he found in stead of his always lively city.
A ghost town, tickled at the back of his mind as he glanced around on his journey half-afraid that he actually might find one or two ghosts in there. He was right about that one though, there was no living soul beside himself in there – the stillness was alarming.
It didn't surprise him that his steps took him to their dormitory's doors first, corroded from time and whatever happened there. Before he could take a hold of doorknob, he noticed they weren't even closed in the first place. Pushing them slowly ajar, he got inside and a sweep of freezing air surrounded him, forcing him to close his eyes. Just by his pure will he managed to struggle ahead, trying to shield his face with hands.
It was difficult task to do but he made it, only to almost face-plank into the ground when the sudden gust disappeared. Catching himself at last second, he found his footing but immediately looked straight ahead to find himself once again before entire city.
He was back at the starting point.
"What—?" he pondered loudly, sweatdropping. "Wasn't I just—?"
"You like what you see?"
Sudden unknown voice startled Rin, who already balled his fists looking around the place, trying to find the source and it's owner.
"I'm everywhere" spoke the voice, becoming strikingly familiar. "And nowhere."
It certainly wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. "Show yourself!" he screamed, as he felt his pulse sky-rocket in a second.
The voice laughed then, a disturbing low grumble to it. "Show myself?" it asked, then "But I don't have to, you see me everyday."
"What?" Rin asked dumbstruck, shiver went down his spine. "What?"
Then to his utmost surprise, in one of the alleys a black string of shadow started to take on human silhouette, plus the long tail with a visible tuft of hair at end.
"Like I said, you see me everyday."
"No" Rin whispered under breath, trying to get his head around this entire vision. "You can't be me— It's impossible" he added in afterthought. "I must be dreaming, this must be a dream."
The shadow strolled casually between buildings, disappearing here and appearing there like a ghost. Until it stopped by dormitories. Then it caressed the building fondly, before a huge twisted smile showed up on it's cheek.
"Do you like what you see?" it repeated nonchalantly it's earlier question.
It was clearly awaiting reply, but why. Rin didn't understand a thing. "What do you mean?" he asked, not following.
"This" the shadow said and disappeared into nothingness. As Rin's eyes darted around looking for it, he didn't notice a huge face on the would-be-sky. Voice boomed. "It's all ours doing."
Loud grumble was everything to make Rin look up into sky and open his mouth in panic. The thing loomed so close to his face, and seemed to reek of malicious energy. He was shaking, stricken to the core. The demon choose that moment to show up his another twisted smile, white and red pointy teeth up Rin's face.
"This is what we become. This is what we want. This is what we do. And you know what else? You're completely powerless. There's nothing you can do about it, you're just small sad human being."
By when shadow finished speaking, something he didn't notice earlier caught Rin's hands and feet – black thick ribbons shooting out of nowhere. He's got trapped and couldn't move, and boy he tried. But the more he struggled, the more lost to black veils he was as they spread more and more, tediously covering his body.
"LET ME GO—!"
Rin was scared shitless by when he couldn't move anymore. Thinking fast, he tried the first thing that came to his mind – his hellfire. But— it backfired on him. For some strange, unknown reason he couldn't feel it anymore and only now he realised with panic that he didn't have a tail either. He was— human?
The black veils continued to swallow him.
"PLEASE—!"
And he was completely alone.
"DON'T—!
And he was terrified.
"—"
Last thing he heard was shadow's laughter.
…
"You're finally awake, I see—"
Snapping his eyes open, Rin twitched uncontrollably before his senses actually registered where he was. With a breath of relief, he mentally slapped himself for even believing in anything what he saw. Of course it was all a dream, a fricken nightmare nonetheless. And just as he thought earlier, he was sleeping on a comfy pillow that was his twin, a very awake Yukio.
Somehow, only know the thought made him actually blush – if not the sight of his brother's naked torso and that hard nipple he was seeing. Not to mention how nice it felt to be held like this, Yukio must've been awake for a quite some time as he was caressing Rin's leg absent-mindedly with hand.
"Had a nightmare, didn't you?"
Oh fuck, .o!
Why was he acting so cool about waking up with him, naked? Was he used to waking up like this? Anyway, Rin could hardly think straight. To say he was speechless was nothing, he actually wanted to crawl under bed covers and hide there. His stupid dream almost forgotten by now, he wondered what he will see, once he'll hazard a glance at his brother. Last night's events were spiralling in his mind's eye – that yes, they did the do and now what?
Was it a one-night stand?
Did he want it to be that? No, of course not. Not after everything he found out about. If life was only easier on them, if only...
"Do you mind?" said Yukio slowly, nudging Rin's leg off himself. There was a whimper as his twin followed to move away. "I was waiting for you to wake up for at least an hour now, so... do you mind? I am covered in a lot of—" Yukio's voice hitched, but he clearly caught himself in time to continue. "—Fluids that make me quite uncomfortable just to think about them. I need to take a shower—"
Grumbling under nose, Rin dislodged himself from his brother. But unlike Yukio, he slumped his face back into pillow – only now feeling first muscles scream in pain. Shit, he still felt tired.
Low rustling of sheets was heard afterwards as younger Okumura scrambled from the bed. Scrambled was a good word to call it, as Yukio's movements were edgy and almost painful to see. Younger twin was clearly feeling strain he put on his own sore muscles with each move. It wasn't as if Rin wasn't aware of that, it was just so awkward – to know, to hear, to see his twin act like nothing happened. Maybe it was Yukio's way of getting through all the shit he put them in.
A silent storm. Damnit, damnit all to hell. Rin knew he fucked up – literally. Now it was all over, even their long-lost brotherly bond that he tried to save. Fuck.
Acting as casually as he could muster, he turned around – his face still half-hidden in a pillow but watching. Yukio who was unaware of his stare stood turning around and looking for his discarded clothing. Problem was, there wasn't much of a clothing left. Fortunately after few more seconds of idle standing, he found discarded boxers and reached for them – unaware that he just gave Rin a very nice view of his backside.
Rin gulped, silently cursing himself and his heightened sex drive. It wasn't as if he welcomed the notion of his brother reaching towards the floor, showing his clearly sore and bruised ass to his perverted eyes. No, it wasn't that. Of course not! Still, he felt a growing morning wood in between his legs as he kept his eyes sliding over Yukio's body.
I'm so fucking stupid. And he knew that. He knew that all too well, actually he knew that to the point of wanting to bang a head against a wall trying to knock the stupid thoughts outta his mind. His expectations towards his twin where like these dreams he was having – impossible. There was no way in Assiah nor Gehenna for Yukio to feel the same towards him, and last night was a grim reminder of that.
All that cold hate, anger and sadness he felt when their bond opened—
"While we're at it, I would say you need to take a shower too, nii-san."
Yukio's words pierced through Rin's jumbled train of thought. He blinked stunned to see his twin looking at him from corner of his eyes, glasses perched on nose and quite expressionless facade up his cheek. Boxers that were found before were hanging on his brother's hips already and for a second he wondered how long did he stare at him to not realise Yukio's own stare towards him?
"Haaa—h?"
Yukio grunted under nose, scrunching it a little at his intelligent response. "I said you should move your ass off the bed too and take a shower. You stink. Besides I believe that everybody will start to worry if we don't show up around lunch time."
As astonishing it was, as strange it was too. His brother wasn't acting any different than on any other day towards him—? Still seemed to have that stick-up-his-arse so to speak. It was putting Rin off, confusing and irritating at the same time. How could Yukio be so callous?
With irritation clearly arising he slowly pushed himself upwards on the bed, his feet sliding onto carpet. He was completely naked, just as Yukio was mere seconds before and he felt the chill prick on his exposed chest and arms. Sitting on the bed with sheet covering lasts of his modesty, he scratched his head dumbfounded.
He didn't understand. A bloody thing.
At his own unresponsiveness, Yukio apparently exhaled wanting to leave him on his own – bold steps told him so. Even so, he wanted answers damnit. He needed to know what he was standing on, because Yukio's behaviour was confusing him to no end. Did it meant they were cool, they were still brothers? Or did it mean that he could hope for something else? Something more?
Was Yukio even feeling alright?
"Yukio" he spoke quietly but loud enough to stop his twin. Twin which turned around to stare at him openly. The way he gazed at him, so bold – challenging him to a stare-down almost. "A—are you okay?"
At that kind of question, his brother's brow furrowed with almost a certain disgust but he played it off by pushing his glasses upwards. "That's stupid question to ask, nii-san." Yukio answered honestly and exhaled tiredly. When he glanced back towards him, there was something behind his eyes – sadness? He couldn't tell, not even through their bond which was— huh? He couldn't feel anything from the other side. Was it severed when they—? "Do you honestly think I am okay?" Yukio asked back, his tail whipping behind him with hidden anger. "That after what happened yesterday I will ever be okay?"
That hurt, more than a slap to the face.
"No, I am not alright."
Rin gulped, his face ashen and hands curling on the sheets. Of course his brother wouldn't be okay, he was so stupid to even think that! Something burned from within him, his hellfire apparently only heightened the feeling of remorse he felt, and embarrassment.
In that one moment he wanted to punch something really bad. However he stopped on grinding his teeth painfully while a gaping hole took a place of his heart. He was so sorry, he wanted to turn back time – if it was possible, just so Yukio wouldn't have to go through all of this crap.
He never realised how pitiful he looked with dark bangs covering his eyes, shivering and holding back the burning feeling behind his eyelids – for the sake of his brother.
There was a squeak of the floorboards as his twin shifted weight and moved.
By that time he knew Yukio was going to leave him.
Before Rin could bite his tongue though, he spoke. Guilt that kept on practically ravaging him from inside out to the point of pain was too much, he burned – his soul burned.
"I'm sorry, I am so sorry— Yukio" he let his whisper fill chilly room, cutting into silence. At that point he didn't care if his brother listened to him or left the room, he needed to get rid of acidic burn that resided in his soul.
"It's all my fault" he stated, well knowing that it was the painful truth. "It's all my fault— that our father is dead. That our lives are so messed up and that we will never be truly normal. We will never be your average John Smith's. Now I think I start to understand the reason why Kurikara was hidden from me for so long. Dammit, I shouldn't have ever reached for that damned sword! At the time I was so stupid to think I would be able to help our father...
But even— with demon power... I still wasn't able to save him. I was too weak, I was too late. Shiro, he tried to protect me... And you, Yukio... You've been protecting me from myself too, weren't you? Stepping into our father's shoes, huh."
Sudden bitter laughter tried to bubble out but in the end only chuckle escaped from his lips.
"I failed you, both of you. I am sorry. Mainly because of me and my own mistakes you've been caught in the middle of my personal war – because of me, you... You became a demon yourself!
Why? Just... tell me one thing— Why, after so many wrongs— Why do you still—?!"
Sudden warmth plunged onto Rin's head, caressing unruly black locks in a soothing manner. When that happened, single tear slid down a cheek from snapping wide-open blue eyes.
"Why?" he asked again, a mere whisper. "Why are you doing this to yourself, Yukio?"
As a response, hand that caressed his hair patted him lightly.
"You're not the only one at fault here, nii-san. Do you really think I haven't thought about it myself?"
Breathing in deeply, Rin raised his head to look at his twin. Yukio's hand stilled on his head but didn't left, nonetheless he seemed to ponder something before chuckling to himself and smiling blankly towards him. There was a deep hurt beyond teal irises but still for some reason his brother chose to ignore it.
"Yes, you did the most stupid thing and reached for that hidden hellish power that now resides within you. Yes, you did open up that proverbial Pandora's Box that might just as well end all the life as we know it, but— it doesn't matter.
I'm glad that you did. I'm glad that you didn't give up.
Now, cheer up, it's not like you to mope around and over think past mistakes. That's my job."
Rin let his tail whip to the side at Yukio's attempt to lighten up the mood. "You're not going to answer me do you?" At that he felt a stinging flick to the forehead at which he cried out startled. "Ouch, four-eyes, what for?!"
An honest smile from his twin was everything to once again confuse him to no end.
"Thinking" was Yukio's reply with something akin to a cheeky smile. Before Rin could react to that, worn out pair of boxers hit him in the face and few footsteps followed. "Put them on and let's go take that shower. I'm really starting to wonder why did nobody come in to check on us just yet... It seems we've been in here ages. Now, that gives me some really disturbing ideas about Pheles-san's idea of locking demons in at supermoons—"
As Yukio kept on speaking, boxers fell down onto Rin's lap. To be honest, he didn't know what to think of his twins actions beside the fact that for some reason Yukio didn't want him to blame himself. That much he got from his brother's speech. It was silly thing, really – seeing as it was Rin the immature one, trying to loosen up always stuck-up Yukio.
But maybe his twin had a point. Maybe he was over thinking everything?
"Nii-san, you better hurry up and put those on. There's no certainty that Shura or Pheles-san won't show up at any minute. It would be better if they didn't catch us in a such state of undress unless you want to give them a reason to take their nicknaming to a completely new level."
"Honeybirds."
"Huh?" harrumphed Yukio, pushing his glasses up.
"It's ironic isn't it?" Rin prodded, taking a hold of boxers and standing up in all his naked glory. It wasn't as if his brother didn't see him like this before. "That Shura always called us honeybirds, and now... after supermoon... we're like newly-weds... waking up after—" he spoke as he put the boxers on.
"Hold on, right there" his brother butted in, his hand up. "Aren't you taking this thing too far."
Taking half-jokingly his twin's comment, he stretched out yawning on occasion. "Only if you want me to" he challenged, smirking.
"You do realise that you just compared the two of us to a couple, right?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, his tail wagged behind him. "Yeah, and?"
At that Yukio exhaled deeply before waving his hand down. "Just checking something" was said as he turned around and pressed doorknob.
"Just... checking?" repeated hollowly Rin, blinking at empty space where his twin stood mere seconds ago. "What the hell was that was supposed to mean, four-eyes?!" he shrieked, running out of their cell and leaving only dirty sheets and musky smell of sex behind.
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"What the heck are those?!"
True Cross Academy shook with a sudden outburst. Nearby birds took off from tree branches scared for their lives. Still, as terrifying as the screech was, Yukio – whom it was aimed at - stood completely unfazed by his raving brother. Brother who only now realised that he was just as much of a victim of supermoon as the other teen was, with the only difference between them that he noticed it when he saw his reflection in a bathroom mirror – horror written all over face.
"Hickeys."
"I wasn't asking you, four-eyes!" Rin raved back at his brother's profile. Wildly he stretched his neck towards dirtied mirror to check once again the damage – and gulped. "How I am supposed to go back to cram school looking like this?"
Yukio at that tched, pressing blade to his cheek. "Maybe it's time to start acting like a proper student" as he finished one side of his face, he turned to shave other. "Meaning, you'll have to button up your shirt from now on."
As shaver was put under warm water, a perilous look was send towards Yukio. Yeah, as if that was going to help Rin. Unfortunately to him, one of those said hickeys was too high and barely hid behind collar.
"You and your biting fetish!" he barked, pointing accusatory finger at his twin. "It's second time!"
Slowly Yukio washed rests of shaving cream off his face and dried his cheeks out with a towel. Seconds later glasses were perched on his nose, eyes squinting dangerously at Rin.
"I had no control over my actions. Neither have you. So drop it, nii-san."
(~well, that was a can full of bullshit, but still...)
"Even if— you didn't have to bite into my neck so hard!"
At that Yukio choked before actually flushing. "E—excuse me? I don't really want to point out the fact that I have your fingerprints all over my butt and thighs. Not to mention I am sore in a place that never should be sore in the first place—!"
"But you did enjoy it" he full-countered head-on that statement, smirking devilishly at his twin. "I know, I did."
Totally unprepared for that his brother sputtered incoherently. It seemed that Yukio was going to either self-combust or choke to death. "No. No. No! Why do we even speak about that?"
"Because" he drilled on matter-of-factly, pointing towards his buttoned up shirt and collar. "You let yourself be too carried away and as a consequence of your actions now I have a huge, purple lovebite peeking from behind my collar."
"Love—bite?" mumbled back Yukio, his spirit visibly crushed. Brown eyebrow ticked.
Sighing, he felt as his own brow ticked from growing irritation. "Don't 'lovebite' me, Yukio. Where do you have that magic-putty you used on us when we were in fluff-clown's pocket?"
"Magic? Putty?" repeated his brother still clearly stricken to the core, as if he couldn't understand a word.
"Yeah, that thing that's supposed to help with healing?" he snapped back at his twin, putting hands on hips.
"Ah—"
Blinking, he ultimately raised a brow at dumbfounded Yukio. Was he speaking in some foreign language that his brother wasn't able to understand or something? "Oi! Spotty!"
Only then his twin nodded, as if finally something occurred to him. "Ah! Right!" he then promptly knocked fist on open palm and then pointed forefinger upwards. "You do realise it's not going to help you by much. If you can remember our healing abilities are not really working on simple bruises and scratches" he finished nodding head absent-mindedly.
"You're calling this—" there Rin angrily pointed at dark mark on his neck "—a simple bruise?! It's more like a godfather of bruises, you ass!"
A sudden, low whistle then filled up shower rooms but— it wasn't any of the boys.
Neither Rin nor Yukio dared to look towards doors that were ajar. Both though were sweating profusely, hoping that whoever it was didn't catch a whiff of their situation or worse - last night's shenanigans.
"Yo! Long time no see, honeybirds!"
As if their luck could get any worse, it was no other but Shura herself. Barely covered, with a can of beer in hand and that wide smile... so, the usual. Nonetheless... How much did she hear?
"So that's were ye hiding, eh? In a shower rooms, together. But to be honest this is the first place I figured I'd find any of you." Shura spoke, sauntering inside the rooms, completely at ease. Before she took a tour of spacey room, she shot a curious glance towards older Okumura. "Rin, yer room smells – bad. Had a good night, eh?" she said with a undertone of mirth in her voice. After that she continued looking around the place, completely ignoring two petrified teens. "Ye could at least try to tidy up yer cell afterwards tho... Actually ye should take an example from scaredy-cat. His cell was spotless when I took a peek in—"
"What are you doing here?" Yukio asked slowly, being the first to take a grasp of their situation.
"What do ye mean?" Shura asked back tsking little. With one good look at twins, she cackled. "I came to pick you up, scrubs. Mephisto sends his regards."
…
"Kirigakure-san, just before you go in looking for boys – check for them in shower rooms."
"Hah?" asked confused Shura, half-grunting. "What's that supposed to mean Mephisto?"
Mephisto smiled widely, propping head onto his palm. "Let's just say, I have a feeling you're going to find them there. Together."
Narrowing her fiery eyes, Shura jutted her hip out and crossed arms. "Should I be afraid of what I might see? Because if ye suggest what I hope ye just did not, then maybe it would be better if we left them boys to themselves."
At that Mephiso laughed out, almost crying. "Oh Shura-san such dirty mind you have."
In an answer Shura only frowned, before actually speaking again. "It's just... The thing ye suggested made me realise that if by any means they actually somehow ended up together in the same cell at supermoon—" a shiver went down her spine at the thought. "The thing is, it's not as far-fetched as we think. I know how dangerous it is to be face-to-face with horny half-demon—"
Mephisto clucked his tongue, wetting his lips. "Ah, I almost forgot— Did supermoon make you reminiscent being in such situation first-hand?"
Low. Blow. Shura gritted her teeth in spite before a nice mix of profanities flew from her lips towards Mephisto, who only smirked to her ire. With last few swears, she turned on her heel and stomped outta from the Principle's office leaving a very satisfied demon behind.
"Of course it did. It's not something you could forget that easily, am I right..?"
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