Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 22/?
Characters: Yukio, Rin, OC, exo-team, (?)
Genre: mystery, angst, drama, romance (place a genre here)
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: This battle though wasn't Yukio's and he knew it all too well. There was nothing he could do, he hasn't got the power of a God to step over boundary and into endless darkness where his brother was. It all was in Rin's hands alone and Yukio prayed he'd wake before second day.

A/N: To anyone ever wondering, I haven't read a single volume of AnE (does few tumblr posts count? Lol I do enjoy the artwork don't blame me but I have no idea what's going on in the manga), I also don't read Rin/Yukio fanfiction because if I started I'd probably copy half of the ideas from it and I don't want that. I enjoy RinYuki artwork though but it's a shame there's so little new of it around the net.

Ps. Heads up: There's going to be a confrontation between Mephisto/Lucifer at one point and it's going to be savage. I already can't wait to write down that scene.

Ps2. YUKIO... LOTS OF YUKIO.

~ The incision starts with me

Does the future start from here

...

It's so sad to see ~

- The Incision.

Everything was frantic.

A cacophony of words, movement and fear was filling up principal's office once the last three remnants of the exo-team appeared. Kamiki was trembling awfully, silent tears slowly seeping down her cheeks while Shiemi kept on shaking her blonde head in disbelief.

Yukio hated every second of it. He could barely keep his emotions in check before he'd blast something to smithereens. He was just as frantic as everybody else but like always he put on the good front. None of them needed to know he was scared shitless for his brother.

Time seemed to tick in slow motion with all of the noise and jumbled thoughts.

Only thanks to Pheles-san they realised, they couldn't just let Rin lay in a heap on the floor. That seemed to shake everybody up from their stupefied minds, finally sending them into motion. Yukio in the end took upon himself to take Rin's cold body to Infirmary where Shima was sleeping off peacefully his earlier injuries. Later on as Yukio'd remember there was a quick re-evaluation of his brother's external wounds but none were found, their hellish blood already getting rid of them.

No matter what though it couldn't change the fact that Rin was lying on a white sheets painfully still and cold.

Seething inwardly to himself Yukio grind his teeth silently, eyes locked on his brother's dying body. There was no other way. If Rin was fine as every other day he'd be prancing around them – or rather sleeping Shima – but he didn't. Now wasn't that a dead give away?

They were losing Rin.

He was losing Rin.

And he was scared, terrified of everything that was going on around him. So what if Mephisto Pheles shushed away everybody from the cold white room, leaving only Yukio with Rin? Yukio still had the vision of every single face before his eyes, every single realisation.

Truth was, if Rin wouldn't wake – he'd never, ever walk out from this place.

Yukio was painfully aware of the frown on his face that seemed to be almost permanently etched on there lately. Sighing loudly and gulping he took his twins ice-cold hand and pressed it between his warm ones, staring intently at barely moving chest.

"Hang on in there, nii-san" he mumbled with his mouth quirking at edges. No, he wasn't going to cry, he didn't want to. Not yet anyway, his twin was still there. "You promi—"

Words died on his tongue before he spoke them, anger was quickly getting better of him. But he couldn't stop it, that terrible burn in his soul that nudged him to cry, scream and shake unconscious Rin back to living.

This battle though wasn't Yukio's and he knew it all too well. There was nothing he could do, he hasn't got the power of a God to step over boundary and into endless darkness where his brother was. It all was in Rin's hands alone and Yukio prayed he'd wake before second day.

As that was it – the deadline for whatever attacked Rin. Gulping, Yukio exhaled before standing up from his crouching position next to his twin. With a last sweep of teal eyes over Rin's motionless form he shook head in silent defeat.

He had no idea what to do.

With a very bad taste in his mouth he turned away and walked out from the cold room.

Nothing.

Black.

He tried to take a breath but found himself unable to.

Yet he kept on drowning, deeper and deeper he fell.

He wasn't alive but dead neither.

That was everything Rin was aware of, yes he could still think but there was nothing else he could do. At one point he opened his eyes for them to be met with darkness, he realised then he could see no hands no feet on himself – did he even exist?

As much as he tried to get his head around the place he found himself in – all he could remember were ice-cold hands – no, claws rather more likely – digging into his shoulders and a tiny kiss that took away his breath. Quite literally.

Next thing he knew he was here, alone in the darkness.

Sometimes he'd feel a pull deeper still, even though all he wanted to do was to flow upwards where a speck of light would catch his interest from time to time.

If there was a thing he hated about this the most – then it would be his jumbled thoughts, strangely mixed up feelings and pretty dark memories. Like the one he's had of Yukio crying loudly and Shiro patting the boy patiently on his brown head – Rin didn't remember feeling so... satisfied at seeing his twin crying and yet the memory him snickered under nose with glee.

Glimpses like those confused him more and more so, each every one hitting something inside of him he thought non-existent but yet... It was there. When he saw his brother point pistol at him each and every time Yukio'd say the same thing over and over, sometimes with sadness, sometimes in fury.

"You should've died... World would be much safer if you were dead."

Like an echo going through his soul those words struck each and every part of his heart, body, whatever he's had. Rin almost felt himself tug at his non-existent hair with a twisted, horrible expression over his face – the one of despair and turmoil that was hidden deep inside him for all this time.

The steel in Yukio's harsh eyes, his stiff posture and an end of a gun barrel.

Then Rin found himself going through different stages of his short-lived carrier as an exorcist esquire – each single accident that happened, each warily glance at him and each silent accusation sent his way.

It hurt, he hurt.

He wanted it to end. He never, ever realised that by becoming an exorcist he'd endanger so many people around him – that he'd make them so miserable. Tiny tug at his non-existant leg sent him spiralling deeper, as if wanting him to hit the very bottom.

Maybe... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he actually did.

So he didn't fight it, only now realising how very tired he felt.

Sliver of light he's had his eyes turned towards was continuously getting away, growing smaller.

All he wanted to do was to disappear, forget Yukio's accusing face and stop hurting. And he would if something didn't catch his outstretched hand. Rin's eyes snapped lazily open at the occurrence and was met with tiny, bluish flame bouncing around his palm.

"Plese— ame— dn't fall— accept—"

For a second he was surprised at strange, coming as if from a very afar voice that spoke. It didn't sound malicious, almost begging he'd even dare to say. Although the sentence was rugged, static and he couldn't make any sense of it even if he wanted to.

Then suddenly while he kept his steady albeit unfocused eyes on the familiar bright flame, a real memory flashed through his mind.

"—not —banshee! —some —hybrid. Nii-san— don't look—!"

Now, that voice was unmistakably Yukio's and it was terrified, something he believed he'd never hear coming from his always stoic twin.

"Please, don't leave me, nii-san..."

Another memory resurfaced and Rin's eyes cleared a bit more realising that Yukio needed him, asked him to never leave him.

"Promise me."

Yukio made him promise it. How could he say no to that? How could he turn a blind eye at the clear as day's blue sky fact that his twin needed him, loved him— Then the too perfect picture morphed, dimmed. Bright room with his brother darkened significantly, only a string of silver moonlight falling inside.

And he knew, he remembered.

That day.

He remembered what happened, the rush of emotions – Yukio's torment and the fact that he followed through the night. Shit, how he regretted that he stepped into his brother's room that night.

He hated himself for it. So. much.

It wasn't surprising that darkness used it against him once again pulling him down, his hand snapping away from warm blue flame.

"Plase— No—! wnt—"

The voice screamed then scared, the flame following shortly after him. Rin was going down fast now, his earlier burst of happiness gone, cold harsh reality settling in. There was no place for him in the outer world, all he ever did was make people around him miserable – starting at Shiro who died because of his inability to listen for once, ending at Yukio who threw away everything he's had to become a demon to save him.

Jesus, he felt bad. He didn't deserve to be alive, they really should've let him die the first time Satan came through.

Maybe that was the way that'd get them a happy ending. Well... maybe. Apparently they didn't take that route and as much as Rin loved to be alive long enough to meet so many amazing people now he felt like a complete bastard that he'd be also to one to destroy them.

"Damnit— up— Okmur—!"

This time his eyes snapped hotly towards flame that immobilized his sinking form and he glared. After few tugs he understood that this thing wasn't going to let him go, not even when darkness boldly almost brutishly yanked on his leg.

"I don't wanna..." he found himself muttering under breath, he was so tired. Maybe if he closed his eyes everything would just disappear.

"—tim —wnt t do it —shit"

Bits and pieces of the voice cursed at him pulling him upwards and Rin shook his head miserably at that before he smiled blankly. There was no way he'd come back, there was too much damage done already. He'd make everyone's a favour by dying now.

The flame seemed to sense his decision and went rampant trashing around his cold palm and by doing so pulling him slowly upwards. It looked utterly ridiculous if he had to be honest with himself and chuckled at the view even though he didn't really meant to.

"Stop trying, it's hopeless. Let me go."

Stilling itself the flame looked as if it pondered over something then it's grip loosened around his hand.

"Thank you."

As he started to sink deeper into darkness, flame becoming smaller he almost felt at peace with himself. Almost. Because from nowhere, suddenly he was being bombarded with another – different – set of memories and not the good ones.

Places he started to see, people and... and Yukio – they all looked wrong in his eyes, way too old and tired with whatever happened to them. He'd often get a glimpse of older Yukio spending his time around Mephisto and Shiemi talking, nodding or being concerned (which wasn't at all that surprising).

Then there'd be occasional glimpse into the city, not entirely destroyed but almost bordering there – and it made him sick. It was so wrong, it felt so wrong. He's seen older Shura fight alongside Yukio, Kamiki side by side with Koneko and then it all crashed down on him when Shura was struck by some individual he hasn't seen in a long time.

She went down instantly, her always fiery eyes empty.

Next time he found himself around cemetery and his insides twisted with worry. He hated those memories, they were wrong and yet— they felt real somehow. Almost too real. As if they weren't enough for him to feel as sick as he already did, he turned around only to find himself looking down at his own a bit neglected grave.

Big letters mocked him stating clearly that yes, there lied Rin Okumura.

Trying to get this image outta his mind Rin shook his head, clutching it between hands. Darkness let go of his leg by then waiting for an opportune moment to snatch him up, patiently.

It seemed he was at impasse between light and dark, hovering between life and death.

But just as he thought it was over, more sets of memories filtered through his thoughts making him shiver and weep silently to himself.

Yukio arguing with their team angrily, Shiemi screaming right back at him furious. Shima sacrificing himself with a smile on his face to save Kamiki. Kamiki bordering on suicidal because of that. Bon somehow getting stuck with his own terrible mindset that got him killed. Koneko trying to help Kamiki and befriending the girl who's world crumbled down. Shiemi and Amaimon becoming something sort of a self-sufficient team.

So many more memories he went through, glimpses really but he's had enough already. Not a single one was of himself. Should he feel glad because of the mercy that was him granted?

Then they stopped, an image of cemetery once again resurfacing up – this time he's seen all of their graves and on each a one single blue rose was placed by a pale, slender hand. His own, Shima's, Bon's, Shura's. What he wasn't prepared for was to see his twins grave among theirs – looking still fresh as if he died only days ago.

No, no, no... Not again! NOT AGAIN!

With a burst of unwanted tears sliding down Rin's cheeks he snapped his eyes angrily towards the flame who waited patiently for him to gather his wits.

"You! This— this is all wrong— no."

The voice spoke again, drifting slowly around him. "—they need— alve—"

Rin shook his head still shaken from everything he saw and then blinked slowly. Was that the future he witnessed? The future without him? No, it was preposterous. People would move on without him... but what if some didn't. He still could see Yukio – the older one, so exhausted but trying his best to keep it all in.

"Why?" he mumbled not knowing what to think anymore. What to believe. "Why are you showing me this? What are you? Why?"

The flame bounced in place before flowing cautiously to Rin. It jumped in spot patiently.

"—no mre tim —hrry— take it" it said drifting a bit closer to him where it stopped.

Rin furrowed his brows when his mind tardily tried to clear up confusion he felt. He'd believe he heard a lullaby somewhere around him – something he didn't notice beforehand. Breathing heavily he briefly pondered if it was a trap.

"Plese— no tim—" voice begged hastily and then the flame flickered covering him in a darkness for a second.

Subconsciously Rin felt darkness creeping closer to him from underneath him and gulped in scare, he didn't know why but when the flame disappeared he felt his heart pound heavily in a chest. This little thing was the only source of the light in this godforsaken place. Nodding to himself in courage he figured the least thing he might've do is to take a leap of faith. So he did. Cautiously his trembling hands reached towards the flame which settled in his welcoming palms, it's blue shine covering him.

It felt unbelievably fluffy.

"Now close your eyes" said the voice again but this time it was clear, no strangeness about it anymore. It was girly too, he noticed.

He compiled as been asked to do and closed his eyes to the darkness around him. Tiny flame burned brighter then until it slowly settled inside his chest making his soul burn once again as it should.

A barrage of shots made Rin gasp and snap his eyes wide open.

…

On the first night Yukio couldn't fall asleep with everything that happened, because of what he witnessed. If he'd be completely honest with himself he'd never believe how such thing would affect him. Yet he's got the unfortunate chance to taste the bitterness of it on his tongue.

That night he opened his end of the connection he's had with Rin. It was a mistake he knew it now, remembering the emptiness it made him feel inside. Nonetheless racking his mind around, he tried to find any way to help his dying twin – he went through books, notes and even internet but found himself at impasse alone in their room with curled Kuro snoozing on his knees.

On a second day Yukio barely functioned, deep dark circles marred his vivid eyes and a tired slouch of his straight shoulders were the only indication of it. However even when he pulled himself as well as any other day he'd do so Shiemi caught him on it red-handed so to speak.

He felt so ashamed to lie to his blonde friend back then knowing that she was right. She always was, that was the one thing he loved about the girl. She was able to tell the bullcrap when it was given, pointing it out and not ever backing from argument when she was right.

Shima certainly didn't help the matters when he called him on it too. Yukio was gobsmacked at the sudden interest that showered his person, as if it wasn't Rin that was dying but he himself was. Even the rest of their team kept on talking, flashing ideas and probably silently praying for his twin to wake up but always had Yukio in mind.

It was the deadline, the second day and Rin was as cold as ever.

When evening waned and night-time approached however everybody's spirits were falling down more and more. His brother looked clearly dead like the sun that's on afternoon's sky and there was no mistaking on the greying tint Rin's skin now sported. It seemed his twins demon blood stopped circulating, his lips getting a deeper shade of blue with each passing minute.

Everybody's breath hitched when Rin's chest finally stopped moving and then silence followed. Yukio was rooted on spot his back shivering and cold sweat pouring down it when he realised it was it. The end. Rin was dead to the world around him.

Back then gulping he frowned angrily curling his fists at the same time. It wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening. But Izumo who was by her unfortunate luck the closest to Rin touched his twins chest with an open palm.

When it wrinkled his brother's clothes almost painfully, they knew.

Kamiki closed her eyes then and tears ran down her cheeks. A loud snap was heard as she hit the laying body lightly and then burst out the room without a word – probably shocked. Bon who's been looking with a concern all over his features frowned deeply at that – in understanding. He followed in Kamiki's steps with a one look at Yukio and a nod of his head, he also walked out the room.

Shiemi was unnaturally silent sitting in her chair looking down at her trembling hands. Shima also, Yukio noticed. Their bespectacled friend which was standing near pinkhaired male kept on massaging his head frantically as if that could help them.

Yukio however stood boiling inside. His hands burned with fire, not literally but he wanted to walk over to Rin and smack his stupid head upside down like he used to do every time he'd do something foolish. The thought that he might never be able to do it again didn't settle with him just yet.

Getting into motion and shaking himself from his stupor Yukio stepped over to Rin and crouched next to him. He let his teal eyes see for the last time his twins peaceful profile, trying to remember as much as he could of him.

Strand of black hair fell over onto Rin's eyes and Yukio barely managed to get rid of the ridiculous need to brush it away with his hand. Breathing deeply he carefully took his brother's palm in his own and gave it a last light squeeze. Behind him he registered Shiemi's hiccup as she couldn't help it anymore and stood back up, forcing his face to look as closed up as always.

With a bit shaky exhale he examined the room silently. Nobody spoke a word. There was nothing to be said anyway. Rin was dead.

Rin was dead.

Sudden flash of unwanted sadness filled him up to the brim, thought of being alone in the world – without Rin finally hit him and he grit his teeth painfully. He was shaking, gulping but didn't let a one tear fall. Why did it hurt so much? Why he felt so empty inside...

Then he remembered their connection, scandalous bond they've shared and a sliver of hope flickered through him. He still could feel it – that emptiness and that wouldn't be there if Rin was truly dead because then it'd simply disappear. Yet he felt it around him – he briefly flashed the memory of how it looked in his mind and he shivered.

Startling everybody in the room with his heavy straits he was leaning over Rin's still chest in no time, listening. While he listened he muted every question and gasp that was aimed at his sudden movement. To be honest – they didn't matter right then and there because if his gut was right then it might've meant Rin was still with them, barely.

After what seemed a light years Yukio's brows jumped in relief, there was a slow heartbeat.

"He's alive, he's not dead yet..."

Shock and even more questions he was met with after his admission. Room started to brighten up almost instantly then. Teal eyes met with Shiemi's swimming ones before she jumped to her feet – hugging the daylights out of Yukio.

On the third day Rin's expressionless face took on a new look, a deep frown with a snarl to his lips. Yukio knew that whatever he's been fighting didn't want to let him go, that was how banshees worked – they'd lure their prey and then drown them in their self-hatred changing outlook on ones memories, morphing them to their needs.

Most victims died on the second day, it was really rare for a person to live thorough the night. Then again neither him nor Rin were a 'normal' person per se. It gave him a hope that maybe his brother would actually wake up unscathed. That day he decided to stay in the Infirmary explaining that he was the only one who could tell if Rin was still with them or not. Of course Mephisto agreed placidly to that not before releasing Shima from there whose leg was entirely healed thanks to Mephisto's healing abilities and Shiemi's promise to keep Ni-chan to disposition anytime he felt the need to.

Kamiki and Bon didn't show up until day fourth when they stepped into room's threshold uncertainly. It didn't miss Izumo and her foxes that Rin's face was scrutinised in pain, his hands now clutching the white sheets he's been under. Their visit though was short lived as they've had lessons to attend to.

That's how Yukio found himself alone with Rin in the Infirmary.

One of many windows in there was slightly ajar letting fresh air inside keeping Okumuras' hair sway along with it. It looked so peaceful, the entire serenity of Yukio's sitting form on the comfy armchair, reading one of many mangas boys owned – that it could be almost mistaken for an average day. One could notice a few packages of sweets, crisps and other treats littering the small bed table that was Rin's beside a half-empty cup of tea and opened bottle of mineral water that stood next to it.

Flipping the page silently Yukio glanced at his twin from a corner of his eye, their bond was still empty and Rin was still in a coma but it looked that given time he'd wake. Soon, hopefully. Right now his brother had ticks of his fingers as if something was burning them and Yukio really wanted to stop their twitching.

Sudden burst of a huge yawn broke his track of thought then and he blinked wiping a tell tale signs of tears from eyes. With another tick of Rin's fingers, Yukio's brow followed and he growled under breath at the ludicrousness of it. He's also had another problem he started to hate more and more as of late – his sweet tooth which called to him just at the moment.

Gulping he stood, his bones cracking in relief from the pressure of the movement. Yawning again just for the good measure he racked hand trough his hair, matting it down. Yes, he craved the sugar, he needed it. With a quick list of pros and cons he figured a walk back into their dormitory would do him good. Rin was deeply into his nightmares still, there was no way he'd wake when he'd be away for a snack.

With a nod to himself and push to his glasses Yukio took their exorcist keys looking for the one that lead to their room. After another breeze wheezed past he couldn't help himself at cringing his nose. Maybe he'd catch a quick shower while he'd be at that. Definitely, crossed his mind once he smelled his half-raised armpit, it seemed that somehow he missed one of his showers since Rin was struck down. Or maybe two, who'd count.

Glancing once again around the Infirmary Yukio pushed the key inside keyhole and twisted it.

…

Yukio's journey went unsurprisingly very uneventful. Just as he planned he took a quick shower when he's been in Old Boys Dormitories. Not bothering on completely drying his brown hair he let them fly around his head as they pleased. There was a certain itch around his left palm though he noticed.

Of course at first it was ignored as Yukio figured it were his aching muscles giving up after a very long, few days that fled past of worrying over his twin. However it became more noticeable once he found himself in the kitchens, subconsciously scratching at his palm.

"Yukio! Yukio!" said happily two-tailed cat-sith that jumped onto counter, watching him intently. "You're back already? Is Rin awake yet?"

Younger Okumura felt as his brows furrowed at cheerful tone he used to hear almost constantly now, ever since Rin fell into coma that was. And as much as he liked his brother's familiar he found Kuro more than annoying at times.

Not to mention stubborn.

Like his brother.

With a sigh Yukio closed cabinet he's been rummaging through and let his tail sway away his pent up nerves in smooth motions.

"No, he's still in a coma Kuro" he answered honestly, not sparing a look at Kuro and moving over to another cabinet. Once he opened it he smiled with relief, there was a lot of chocolate batons and at least few packs of crisps. They'd do nicely for tonight.

Kuro who sat down by now kept his large eyes following Yukio's movements. After few moments of silence he exhaled somehow shallowly. "I want him to wake up..."

Small, tiny almost voice in which Kuro spoke made Yukio clench his jaw. "I know, I want him to wake up too" he said calmly reaching towards goodies. "Everybody does."

"But— what if he won't?"

That made Yukio stop, his hand mid-air towards crisps. "He will" he answered shortly to that. There was no way Rin would not wake.

"Sorry" muttered instantly Kuro, sensing Yukio's temper. "I just miss him."

With a loud smack cabinet was closed.

"I do too, Kuro." Yukio stated, his voice softening. "You have no idea."

"Well, can I come with you then?" asked hopefully cat-sith trying his luck but Yukio turned around and shook his head at him.

"I'm sorry, I truly do but you can't. He's been kept at Infirmary and they don't let animals in."

Kuro puffed out his furry cheeks upon hearing that but didn't pursue the issue. Yukio took that as agreement to his answer and an end of their conversation so he turned away to walk out with handful of sweets in arms.

"Yukio!" piped in Kuro jumping on his all fours, aiming it at walking Okumura. "Maybe you'll try to ki—!"

"NO, KURO" Yukio replied instantly at what he knew was coming. Ever since Rin fell into coma Kuro'd ask him at least daily to try and kiss his own brother awake, as funny as it was. How'd he even got that idea was beyond him but he wasn't going to pursue it. With a shake of his half-wet head he kept on walking. "That's not happening. Oh and Kuro? Ask Ukobach for your dinner please as I will be away tonight too, alright?"

"Alright, Yukio."

With a silent nod Yukio finally stepped out of the kitchens.

As he strode along corridors his mind briefly wandered to their first banshee incident, in exact same corridors. Somehow his brain drifted towards that time when Rin was freshly marked and he felt so afraid he even took Rin's hand in his, dragging him outside.

The moment when said hand fell limp and slipped out from his own, he felt panic struck him silly and before he could stop himself he was already looking for the thing that dared to try get his brother away from him. The possessive streak that ignited was burning him alive, fiery demon residing in him wanted blood back then but he suppressed it – not before taking a glimpse of the banshee and filling it up with silver and holy water bullets.

Even now he couldn't help himself upon feeling a bit too overprotective towards Rin, he blamed the bond on that one. On the other hand wasn't he always set straight at doing everything for Rin, because of Rin, for Rin?

Sighing away his thoughts Yukio scratched mindlessly at his tingling pinky.

Then gasped promptly as it suddenly felt as if was being yanked from his palm. With a hiss a few batons fell to the floor in a heap.

Connection started to flare to life, a flickers of pain and hatred filling up Yukio's clouded mind. Something was happening to Rin, he knew but wasn't ready to face it just yet. The emotions, those glimpses were almost choking him up. Gasping again, he stumbled before he managed to take out his exorcists keys and open wide first doors he came across.

What he saw froze blood in his veins, dread stupefying him on the spot. Sweets long time forgotten, lying somewhere in a mess behind him.

Apparently Rin wasn't the only occupier of the Infirmary anymore, no. There was something else entirely with him in there, something that looked like condensed shadows itself standing next to his twin, one black limb etched inside of his brother.

Rin was lying, twisting and turning – his hands instinctively curled around the thing that was digging painfully into his chest.

Adrenaline jumped skywards in a second and Yukio found himself running for his pistol not even trying to hide his presence. Without a single word he shot. Bullets hit his target and a sharp wail followed, the thing slouching over his twin with pain. But... they didn't work. The bullets didn't work.

The bullets didn't work and then—

"Don't shoot, I'm trying to help."

With a silent snarl curled on his lips Yukio stood calmly his gun pointed at the apparition. "I give you thirty seconds and I shoot" he answered back, weighing his options. "Step away. Step away from him—"

The thing choose to get smart with Yukio though. "Do you want him to wake or to die?" it asked, sweet girly tinge to it. "Take your pick."

Yukio's frown was deepening as he tried to understand what was going on, who was that—what was that. He couldn't think of one single thing at the moment, his mind set only on rescuing his brother.

"Thirty seconds" he concluded in the end. The view of that thing having it's claws deep inside his twin was bad enough as it was. "Counting starts now."

Shadow seemed to shake it's head before once again straightening over Rin's body. Those thirty seconds must've been the longest of Yukio's life as he saw Rin slowly to stop trashing around the bedsheets, growing tired.

He's had literally a heart in his throat as the heartbeats passed.

Once his twin stopped moving altogether, his face going blank with any emotion and their link calming too much for his tastes, Yukio narrowed his eyes.

Then he shot into the shadow.

What he didn't notice was that Rin's eyes snapped open at the same moment, taking his first full breath in days.