Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 27/?
Characters: Rin, team exo, Yukio (mentions of others),
Genre: angst, general, mystery(?)
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, unrequired love (?), sloooow buuurn.

Summary: ( "I love you, Yukio." ~ Time did not stop when those words filled playground but it certainly felt like it. Breeze once again picked up on strength, messing up their appearances as slight hum enveloped them. )

A/N: I tried I failed. I am so very sorry. We are officially almost at the end of this story darlings. Once again thank you for staying with me for this entire time, on this roller-coaster of feelings! Oh and—be prepared.

~I'm wanted and on the run
so I'm taking this moment to live in the future
…
release me from the present~

…

November's chill was cutting through Rin as he walked down city's streets wondering. Clad in his old-timey jeans jacket and a warm, cosy hoodie underneath he didn't mind the biting cold on hands nor cheeks. He rather welcomed it, as every gust sharpened his somehow dulled senses.

By no means he was sick or ill, he was simply... tired.

Tired of everything.

Evening's lights flashed to life as he crossed another street his face slack, hands in jacket pockets.

Where was he wandering off to he didn't know, he didn't care. He just needed to get outta his and Yukio's dormitory as fast as possible. Yukio's presence was pestering him for a reason unknown even to himself but he knew he had to get out and take a breath of fresh air into his lungs.

He might've done so a bit too harshly though as Yukio's question followed him on his leave.

Not that he needed to get into another squabble with his twin at a time like this.

And no he certainly wasn't jealous of Shiemi and the way Yukio reacted upon discovering what she's done the day earlier. He wasn't jealous when his brother took sharply their blonde friend's chin into his hand and leaned closer inspecting her red-coloured iris. He wasn't jealous when Yukio reprimanded her to the point she gazed mesmerized into his twins eyes as if she was drowning in the ocean. All he could think back then was to take Yukio's hand off Shiemi's chin, that his brother was overreacting and by doing so scaring poor girl – and that's what he did, he stood up and called his twin on that, siding up with Shiemi.

Yet here he was shaking today's cram school events off his shoulders into the void. The little green eyed monster seemed to rear it's head all too often nowadays and it was distracting him a bit too much.

Particularly because there was so much going on lately. Appearances of the doorways, upscaled demon's activity, Yukio's pregnancy if he even could call it that, the mysterious Kyoko girl, Lucifer's show up and his own transformation on top.

All of it gave off a very bad vibe of something coming and Rin wasn't sure he was prepared for it.

Ever since his stand-off with Lucifer he felt inadequate, a mere puppet on a strings of fate. As if it was all written up in the stars like a story on author's mercy and there would be no changing it; no matter what, he would end up in the same place over and over again.

He was afraid.

Exhaling through nose a steamy cloud followed him as he took his time looking around the city. Beautifully colourful lights shone around him, people's chatter filled up the silence and yet all he could see was the broken visage of the ghost town he seen in his sleep.

That dream was still creeping him out, making him shiver all the more on his way.

It was so wrong, so glacial and barren.

Shaking his unruly hair outta eyes with the wind he halted on his way, then on a whim turned into one of darker alleys. He kept on walking, looking ahead now closer to his goal. Once he found himself back on one of the main roads he smiled because as bad as he was with manoeuvring through streets he would always find his way back to the place where he could think things through.

By no means it didn't even resemble the playground he kept running off to when he was younger but still once he crossed the threshold he felt himself let out a deep breath out. Legs took him towards swing automatically and he plopped down onto it, it's chains rattling with the force he's done so.

Sighing he pressed palms into cold metal and glanced towards the sky.

It was strangely clear without a cloud in sight but freezing nonetheless.

Almost like a kind of a bad omen.

Swinging involuntarily he closed eyes and let the cold winter breeze caress his face.

Time flew and he sat there, just being not really thinking. There was no point in that any more than before, what was done was done. Yes, he was jealous back in cram school. It was a no-brainer that one, lying to himself didn't help at hand either. He had no right to feel that way about his twin though and that kind of stung.

Yes, he was afraid for what was looming over them. Whatever it was, it was going to probably make or break world's peace. Somehow he knew it deep in his gut that this thing would be a world's scale event that might've just as well end everything they fought for.

Yes, he was certain that Kyoko had something to do with everything. He was unsure though on whose side the girl was on, was it theirs or their fathers? Where did she disappear to? There were more questions he would like to know answers to but didn't however he knew that Mephisto had his role in all of this.

Lastly, yes, he was troubled by his feelings towards Yukio. As much as he figured they were pretty one-sided, sometimes he wondered... they were not. His twin would pull out their brother's card much more often just because he could and that confused Rin more and more. Additionally from side-lines Shiemi would happen to intertwine between themselves and he would get even more dumbfounded. From whatever side he would try to bite into their strange love triangle he would always end up on the very bottom of it, thinking – guessing.

He hoped he could have a clear yes or no about that matter, not a maybe.

A folly's wish.

Truly.

Tiny jingle on his damned red thread alerted him to his twins presence and he grit his teeth aggravated. How did that four-eyed spotty would know where he went off to, to gather his thoughts. Soonish after this thought crossed his mind a crunch somewhere behind told him exactly what he already knew.

Yukio found him. Yet did not approach at first.

Silence that hung on the playground was interrupted only by chilly breeze that would slowly caress nearby bare treetops. Although as always none of them would say anything. And Rin, he was sick and tired of that. He tried to kill it, the way he kept on feeling towards his brother but every single time something would happen and... he hated Yukio for that, he hated himself even more in those times.

"What are you doing here?" he asked instead, slowly and to the point. A sigh answered him that Yukio was at least listening. "Why are you here Yukio?"

Three steps closer. Stop.

"What's wrong?" shot back Yukio, clearly staring at Rin's back.

He on the other hand shook his head miserably, back of his neck burning up. "Needed to think."

"About what? Something's clearly bothering you, with the way you practically stormed off like tha—"

"Even if, then so what?" Rin snapped rather cutting off his twin, gripping chains little harder. "Talking about it won't make it better."

"Nii-san..."

Snarling Rin shot out from the swing, rounding onto completely unsuspecting Yukio who frowned taken aback by him doing so. He didn't care, he didn't want his twin in there, not right then. Not when he was so vulnerable.

"Alright then" he snipped shrugging his shoulders and hiding too cold hands into pockets. He shot a glare towards his twin before baring teeth. "Let's start at the shit that already went down. Shiemi let Amaimon posses her and by doing so practically gave a green light to those pricks from Order to kill her on sight, do you know why? Because she felt she needed to. Because every single time somehow, someone would make a comment about her being slow and whatnot. Because she thought we were pitying her."

Yukio's brows furrowed in anger at those words, his lips pursed in a snarl.

"But it's not all, next thing, the mysterious case of Kyoko Nakamura. Which is not as mysterious as everybody thinks. I've snooped in Mephisto's office when he was not around and guess what? Somehow her appearing in the academy coincides with increased hellspawn activity and boy you are probably right about those reappearing doorways; something's fishy going on. But of course it's easier to call someone crazy than actually get to the bottom of it."

"Nii-san, you need to calm down—"

Growling angrily Rin let his fury flow openly through their bond but one look towards his face was more than enough to know he wasn't joking.

"I will not calm down, Yukio!" he all but shouted, snarling when doing so. Cresses on his forehead and under eyes too visible, too deep to hide under playground's lamppost lighting. "Kyoko Nakamura was real, she attended the school with us and was a Head Prefect at some point; yet she all but disappeared like a ghost ever since you've been back and I think something is not right about it. You can't find nothing about her beside few mentions here or there. It seems as if she was erased from school records and people's memories as well. Lastly I've fucking seen her, bone and flesh – a real thing. She also wore that suspiciously familiar pocket watch all the time."

Here Rin took a deep breath before he continued his ramblings.

"Guess what?" he mock-asked as he continued with his story. "It was the same goddamned watch I gave you. It looked identical to yours with that difference hers seemed old and battered to the point it was broken. Funny thing is I found it under my hospital bed."

Yukio's head cocked little at that. "What do you mean you found it under hospital bed?"

"Exactly what I said, scaredy-cat. She must've visited me at some point for whatever reason and dropped it by accident. Curious thing is, it also vanished by now."

"Vanished? How?"

Rin nodded to that. "Yeah, it's gone. Either she got her hands on it or... it simply vaporized like her."

Wind picked up at that moment, tearing at them with it's might. Neither of them moved a muscle though, staring at each other warily.

"Now for the last thing" mentioned Rin, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I've tried, I really did. But... I've failed" he deadpanned, shrugging little without humour in his next words. "I fucking hate it. I fucking hate it that I can't fight it. I can't—"

His black hair messed up upon shaking, blue eyes covered behind bangs.

"I love you, Yukio."

Time did not stop when those words filled playground but it certainly felt like it. Breeze once again picked up on strength, messing up their appearances as slight hum enveloped them.

Steps were made.

Then a sound of a fist hitting a face boomed around scaring few last birds from their nests.

Rin felt the punch, every single knuckle that lodged itself in his cheek which now stung as fuck but he couldn't really blame Yukio for that. Nonetheless it's might made his head whip to the side and he already felt that familiar copper taste in mouth. Standing still as a rock he waited patiently for another blow to come or something, anything at all but nothing did. Welcomed him only noise of an empty playground.

"Is that all?" he finally sneered, curling his lip mockingly. "Can't say anything to that?" he added as if in afterthought before he shrugged the stillness off his body and stepped back. Finally after what seemed eternity he dared to look up into Yukio's face.

Yukio who stood open mouthed but seething at the same time. His eyes were narrowed dangerously at him, fist curled and visibly shaking.

"This is not a game, nii-san" Yukio said, clearly too emotionally shocked to do anything else. "Open your eyes!"

Wiping away nonchalantly dribbling blood off his chin, Rin chuckled sadly. "That's not exactly how I pictured my first love confession to go."

To that his brother bared his own teeth at him. "Why don't you understand that we are brothers?"

"Why don't you understand that we don't pick with whom we fall in love with" Rin shot back instantly, spitting to the side a little bit of blood.

"You're confused, you don't know what are you feeling—"

"Oh I do know, alright. The question is: do you know what are you feeling?" he pushed on, stepping closer to Yukio. They stood face-to-face now, staring each other down. "So what's it gonna be, spotty? Yes or no?"

Unchanged facade slipped as Yukio looked over Rin's shoulder. This was it, the moment of truth Rin was hoping for for almost few last months. His gut was twisting in anxiety and he hated sick feeling he got because of it, especially when his twin gazed somewhere behind him. At least he would have some kind of closure on where he stood, good or bad, it didn't matter anymore.

Yukio moved then as in slow motion, his arm encircled him. Gasping at sudden movement Rin's hands trembled at sides, eyes widened as his twin hugged him with all he's got. Everything ticked in slow motion for him, words spoken drifting towards him from a very far away.

"I'm so—"

Rin soon noticed he tuned out sounds, his mind stood to a halt. Understanding tardily started to seep into him, his bravado completely vaporized and before he realised his eyes were closing on it's own, painfully hard. Half-angrily he never noticed as he clutched at Yukio's shoulders as if he was trying to get him off of him and felt the proverbial dame break down.

It was his answer.

He could be certain now.

Nothing was left unspoken, everything was finally in the clear.

…

As the evening waned and night fell upon entire city a single blond haired male disappeared between it's alleys with a one simple mission in mind. Bouncy, curled at ends hairs kept on shaking with each stroke of the wind upon his persona. Clad just in school uniform it was a shock to see him wandering around in nothing but white shirt, yet not one person seemed to care enough to call him on it.

Once he finished his journey, he stood up proudly under nights clear sky.

It was a first night of the end. Once he'd open the doorways his father would have a clear way of coming into Assiah, with a body to posses or not – his forces would drown out earth with such power the mere few exorcists wouldn't stand a chance, not even with their step-brothers using their own hellfires.

Languidly he raised his hand towards a place where he could see a leftover waft of hellfire seep through ground. With a sigh his eyelids slid open slightly proving most of the world wrong - that demons did exist.

Blue fire burst up, it's light shining like a moon on the sky.

A dark, old and asphyxiating doorway appeared on the ground – black mass bubbling inside, strings of Gehenna's essence trying to reach for anything they could hold onto but they were carefully cut off from it for now. The last thing he needed was to fail in opening them all at once again.

This time he's had a low-key plan that just might've work out.

Closing up as much as he mustered the doorway Lucifer called up fireflies to circle the area around it. Blue fire was cautiously put out not to alarm anyone too early on. That did not mean he wouldn't be aware of his own agenda.

Mephisto floated above his head casually sipping tea nonchalantly as always, and it grated on Lucifer's nerves to no end. He would've love to grate his brothers smirk into smithereens and soon if it was possible. Slowly turning towards him he floated upwards.

"So you've been the one that kept on opening the doorways these past few months" Mephisto said taking a sip and tipping his tophat to him. "Interesting. I wonder what's le grand plan though?"

Lucifer lifted his puppet hand to that. "How do you know there even is the grand plan?" he asked overly sweetly. "Brother dear?"

Tea cup was placed on the saucer only to vanish afterwards. Next thing they knew Mephisto waved away his armchair and now was free floating with his handy white and pink umbrella in hand. He seemed to twirl it curiously, narrowing his slanted eyes a bit more towards Lucifer.

"I missed those games we used to play in Gehenna" he stated finally. "We had so much fun back then, didn't we? Always competing for our fathers praise and whatnot."

Lucifer cocked head to side. "You've always been jealous about that" there he smiled a terrible, twisted smile. "What would you say to the last, grand game, brother?"

"And what might that be?" answered Mephisto still watching Lucifer warily over his carefree facade. "I'm all ears, you know me too well."

"You know I am just but a humble message man and nothing more to our father, another puppet on his mercy. However—as I already am here, a little bet seems befitting—"

Mephistopheles nodded, his umbrella twirling again. "I'm listening."

Lucifer's smile slipped from face at that leaving his expression barren, devoid of anything. "A fight. You against me, when I call it."

With his brow ticking Mephisto smirked at his elder brother. "And how I will know you're calling it so to speak. I know you long enough now, brother dear, I will not be fooled by you."

"Fifth doorway, that's your call. If you win father loses if I win—"

"Deal" cut him off Mephisto before Lucifer would even finish his sentence. "I was waiting for this day for ages. How could I say no to that?"

Nodding Lucifer smirked again, face contracting with such twisted intent on it he looked terrifying. His eyelids lifted in narrow smile. "You're not gonna regret it. Just keep your precious exorcists from doorways for a few days and then we're all set to go."

"Of course. Wouldn't let an occasion like that go to waste. Not only I will be able to kick your sore ass back to Gehenna but also rub another failure in our father's face. Now, won't that be amazing?" Mephisto answered back chuckling to himself.

Now completely opened Lucifer's eyes were for all the world to see how truly inhuman he was. A wild fire was burning behind his slanted irises. "You seem so sure of yourself, brother. I happen to remember me kicking your ass all the time though."

Shrugging to that Mephisto's lip curled in a mock-smile. "Times changed. I changed."

Upon hearing that a loud laugh burst outta Lucifer. "Oh that you did, I will give you that. It doesn't mean you changed for better. Tell me—what have you been doing since you've been exiled? Being friends with humans? I can hardly feel any hellfire around you, brother. You've been slacking."

"Really now?" Mephisto rolled his eyes. "You have no idea how much you gain from being around people, it almost make me pity you."

That hit a nerve, Lucifer's eyes instantly narrowed dangerously at Mephisto as laugh completely bubbled out from his persona. "We will see. Fifth doorway, Mephisto. See you then."

By tipping his tophat in agreement Mephisto bid his silent farewell to Lucifer who promptly disappeared from his vision. Floating in the sky alone now he looked up towards the moon and bared his fangs at it in smile. Fifth doorway was it? As far as he knew there were only four doorways he knew of, the fifth one was a mystery for now.

Apparently he would be the first to know of it, in a few days time.

Well then. Timer just started ticking, now it was a matter of days for the game to start. He already couldn't wait for his father's fury to boom through the sky when he'd realise he's been outplayed by his own creation.

Chuckling he tipped his tophat to the moon before disappearing like Lucifer did seconds before him. After all there was no way for him to lose, not when he had her on his side.

Or rather so he thought...

…

5— 4—

~what a wonderful world~

Sun was starting to set.

Yukio closed with a thump his textbook and that was met with a classroom of heavy breaths of relief. Shaking his hair slightly he looked over to not overly excited Rin.

"That's all for today, you can thank Pheles-san for it. Also don't forget about essay on an usage of holy water – and no it does not kill demons; well not only."

Rin rolled his eyes skywards huffing to himself. It was so clearly aimed at him he didn't even bother with replying. Shima was standing already, handbag on his shoulder and ready to go. Shiemi was also packing her stuff into bag when she turned towards his twin, eyes sparkling all smiles.

"Yuki-chan, you're going to pick up package today later on?" she asked simply but everyone kept open ears on the answer. And it was simple, really.

"Oh, yes I will, once I'll finish checking today's tests."

Nodding vigorously Shiemi grinned before she took out a simple white eyepatch from her bag. Eyeing her carefully everyone still wondered how did that thing worked for her. As far as they were informed it was a gift from Mephisto himself, something that was supposed to keep Shiemi's secret safe. And it did wonders to be honest, once she'd put it on it'd vanish on their sight leaving her green iris as pure as it always been.

Nonetheless they still had the knowledge that she wasn't as pure as she used to be and who really knew what might've happen in the future.

Shima whistled lowly under his breath. "I need one of those, it looks so cool."

3— 2—

~I see skies of blue and clouds of white~

Chuckling Shiemi shook her head. "I'm afraid it's the only one."

"Well, I am not going to cry because of that" answered back Shima, stopping by blonde. "If you could mention to Pheles-san that I might be interested in one of those though... I wouldn't mind" he added winking.

"Oh, okay. I'll see what I can do. Maybe Amai-chan knows if Pheles-san have more of them... What do you want them for though?"

Shima shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly to that. "Oh nothing, really. Just interested how they work that's all."

"They are probably magicked by Pheles-san himself" cut into conversation Bon. "It's the only way I see it."

"So... like—what? Wait, what? Does it mean that Shiemi wears a part of Mephisto himself?!"

"Now that'd be gross" mentioned Izumo casually, walking by them.

Rin agreed, that would be so gross but then again, how did Mephisto's abilities worked known no one. So basically they couldn't cross that out just yet from the list.

"Well, anyhow" prodded Yukio already clad in his heavy coat, books under arm and ready to go. Rin took it as sign to move his own ass too, not too quickly though. "We're finished here. We'll see each other tomorrow, same time same place."

Waving, nodding and saying 'bye's everyone moved carefree towards exit. Rin stepped ahead feeling his twins stare on back and exhaled nervously. Ever since their playground heart-to-heart he felt so weird around Yukio, as if he kept on judging him the entire time – looking down at him in pity.

So he dared to glance back at his brother and when he's done so his brows furrowed as he noticed something in the background. At first he thought it was a trick of the eye, that blue light shining in the distance was just a mere mirage... but when another one shot up to the sky – he knew something was wrong. So very wrong.

"Yukio—" he mentioned, gently turning around.

Others did too.

1—

~the bright blessed day and the dark sacred night~

At that moment enormous invisible wave burst out every single window shattering them with a deafening sound flowing from the outside, like heaven's cry itself. It was so fast, a blink of an eye, a gush of hellfire so strong—Yukio was pushed inwards with the strength of it as was he and Izumo for what he knew.

Trembling, he gathered his wits as quickly as he was able to though his mind seemed strangely groggy; like a pulsing needle was threaded through his brain. Blinking he realised there was a hand on his shoulder and after few seconds focused on Shiemi who was looking at him worriedly before she'd turn towards Izumo to help her up next.

Koneko and Bon were staring mesmerised at the view beyond windows, as did Shima and he himself was now.

It was like a nightmare. Two visible bright blue lights were pulsing in the distance, probably few more too but for now they didn't know. By the time a very similar mark appeared on the sky Yukio was pushing himself up, twisting around with a grim face.

Bits and pieces of shattered glass were forgotten, biting into flesh and lounging in unruly hair.

Gigantic pentagram has lit sun-setting sky and it was all that mattered right then and there. With tiniest spider-web cracks it started to break in the middle of the mark, dark bubbling essence seeping outwards, until hundreds of dark spots eventually burst out from it painting everything black.

The grand game begun already.