Title: Hellspawn
Chapter: 33/34
Characters: Rin, Yukio, Kyoko (OC), (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: ( Smell of burned, scorched earth hovered around them, not even wind could wave it away. Around minute later his vision was clearing and breaths were becoming calmer. Only then he noticed a very warm body pressed against his in that strange crouching position. Yukio was trembling, still fighting but he didn't look any better that before. )

A/N: This is the 3rd & last part of 'true ending' so to speak.

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When Rin stood up from under cherry blossom he didn't think about anything really, he figured he'd deal with whatever fate would throw at them with hope in his stride. Hence why he put not so delicately hand over doorknob and turned it at once.

Nonetheless subconsciously he froze in place when first bright rays of blue light hit him square in the face. Fussing over the fact he could barely see tip of his own nose he squinted sore eyes to gaze into sudden never-ending light—memories out of nowhere bombarding him momentarily with images of nightmare he seen so many times in the past months—and he tsked.

It wasn't the time to worry about old dreams.

But thought stung and stayed with him for the entire time as he made his way into battlefield. Actually, once the light turned into darkening sky and he found himself in a very-well known place, he frowned. Was there a chance that Mephisto deliberately put them somewhere away from the war-zone? No, it wasn't possible—yet he could clearly recognize huge open space that spread before their dormitories.

"So we're here" mentioned cautiously Yukio, reminding Rin at the same time that he was there with him. "Well, I guess this place couldn't be any more fitting to chose as destination to open Gehenna's Gate."

Blinking away comment Rin glanced at his twin and frown popped out on his cheek. From aggravation because Yukio was one step ahead of him yet again. His brother noticed silent glare meant for him and sighed tiredly only mentioning upwards.

"What the hell—four eyes?!"

Yukio only barked back at him. "Look up, nii-san!"

Rin did and immediately he felt his entire body stiffen with mortification upon seeing two huge pentagrams overlapping themselves. Sky was pitch black in the centre of them but he could clearly see all of the hellspawns crawling, moving, snarling—trying to break free into Assiah.

"B—but how?" he croaked still in a state of mild shock. "I thought—!"

Yukio propped his eyeglasses back and one misguided ray of blue flame reflected in them ominously. "Pheles-san I'd gather" he spoke gazing from a corner of his eye over them. There was a crease between his eyebrows which Rin wanted to kiss off his face so much. "He's much stronger than we ever realised" he mumbled as if to himself, yet there was sliver of admiration in his tone. "...am glad he's on our side."

Nodding to that Rin could only blink his eyes couple more times before he turned around, checking for any uninvited guests. There was a lot of groans coming from every direction, they weren't too far away from them.

"There's only one doorway left to close" mentioned off-handedly Yukio also turning around. Finally his eyes settled on Rin who felt his entire body stiffen under such bold stare. "It's almost time for us to finish it."

Just at it was said his twin reached under coat to check over weapons, how many bullets did he have, how many charms—Rin was mesmerised by the view of Yukio's sharp cheek and those hardened features. Gulping he felt his body heat sky-rocket into unyielding torture, smell of his brother's and his own scents mixed together around Yukio and only made his heart beat harder against ribcage.

"Well—how do we even get to it?" he managed instead, his thighs itched to come closer but he stood his ground. With quite a struggle he removed eyes from prone figure of his twin and moved them towards sky. Wind tore away at them then, silently reminding they were out in the open. "I have no idea—"

That was actually a lie. Rin had an idea a very, very bad one.

Yukio's frown however was unexpected. "There's only one way to get that far up, isn't it?" he asked with worry marking his words. "I—I'm not sure if I'm ready to use it."

Rin's heart leapt into his throat and constricted at how vulnerable Yukio sounded right then and there. As much as he wanted his twin to finally embrace the other side of his persona, he knew that Yukio's worries were valid. A flash of his meet-up with Lucifer stilled his body—how he seen the changes, how he now knew that using this hellfire was dangerous and that it'd feast upon him like a hungry hyena upon a road-kill until there'd no human soul left. Yet—as he checked his hand, curled and uncurled it—he still felt the same, he was still Rin Okumura.

Conflicting emotions crashed inside him, pulling and pushing at the same time in two different directions.

"...NII-SAN..!"

Yukio's shriek startled him into motion however and he was bracing his Kurikara for a block. Biting inside of his cheek he cursed under nose when his eyes were met with a pair of very aggravated ones of his brother who was fighting god-knows-what, shooting bullets into target.

Pushing himself ahead he jumped straight into fray next to his brother and slashed nearby hellspawns.

By pure accident they smashed their backs together and stilled wheezing for a second before going right back into battle.

Yukio's bullets flew around hitting his targets as Rin's sword slashed and hacked through multiple hellspawns that were slowly filling the place. After few minutes and tens of hellspawns that bit the dust already Rin started to sweat nervously, from a corner of his eye he realised that Yukio was in similar position, growing tired as well.

Their eyes met and a silent conversation took place.

Then Rin burst out his flames around literally incinerating oncoming demons. When his burst of hellflame dissipated he gripped his Kurikara tighter.

"Oi, spotty come over 'ere!" he barked at his twin that kept shooting around, fumbling around his belt for another round of bullets. "Do ye even hear me?! I will burn those assholes before they will even reach us!"

Yukio panted, his shoes slid on the ground as his eyes gazed over Rin's form and then after few seconds he burst running towards him, keeping his rear clear from attacks. He was almost there—a fingertip away almost—when suddenly Yukio stilled in place his hand shook and eyes widened before both of them would travel into his locks, tearing at them painfully.

And then he screamed kneeling over.

In a heartbeat Rin understood what was happening, his body moved on it's own like in a dream. Knees scrapping on the ground didn't hurt as much as a simple thought that he might've been losing Yukio to their father again. He couldn't let that happen, never, ever again. His own eyes wild like Yukio's were watching his twin as he struggled for control.

And fuck, fuck Satan—for everything.

Rin already could see those ghostly vices of blue flames coming out of his twin, that telltale silhouette of butterfly flames forming on back.

A bite to his shoulder broke him outta cloud of misery that started to asphyxiate him and gladly, he reacted. As violently as he was in nature—everything seemed to start crashing down on him, he couldn't stop his emotions as he was losing control over his demon side and—he snarled so viciously that everything around him met it's definite end.

Smell of burned, scorched earth hovered around them, not even wind could wave it away. Around minute later his vision was clearing and breaths were becoming calmer. Only then he noticed a very warm body pressed against his in that strange crouching position. Yukio was trembling, still fighting but he didn't look any better that before.

Patches of black were the last thing on Rin's mind then as he silently grabbed his twins face between his hands and stared him in the eyes.

"Look at me Yukio!" he gulped down fear he felt right then, lightly shaking his brother's form. "Don't listen to him—whatever he says, don't believe him! I'm right here, with you, okay? Don't—" he choked on his quickly forming tears that were at ready to spill down his cheeks. "Please—I—I can't lose you, Yukio" he added, crushing his bruised fingers into Yukio's brown locks a bit harder. "Not again—"

Teal eyes were unnaturally glazed over though—not seeing, as if he was already somewhere far, far away.

Gritting his teeth in spite Rin growled shaking Yukio again, screeching into his ears.

"Get a fuckin' grip on you, four-eyes!"

Involuntarily or not he punctuated it with a punch to Yukio's solar plexus—properly winding him up and surprisingly by doing so clearing mist from his twins eyes. Teal orbs squinted distressingly and there was a cough, then another. Staring dumbfounded Rin felt his hands slowly moving outta brown locks down.

Before he knew he was crushing his brother's lips with his own.

It was such selfish thing of him to do but he couldn't help himself. Their mingled hellfire flowed around them in warm, calming waves seeping though their bones into their mouths. Rin couldn't stop nagging thoughts—that it was wrong, so, so wrong—but at the time all he could do was to try to remember Yukio. Just Yukio, everything Yukio. Like how he tasted so sweet and yet there was spicy tinge to his tongue and how good Yukio's lips felt on his own. Those lips were little chapped but even so they were so soft, perfect for him—only for him. It was like they were created for Rin to conquer them, lick and suck—and a hearty moan slipped from between them.

Yet everything good had to stop.

When he dislodged himself from Yukio's moist properly worshipped lips he was breathless and his body was aching for so much more but he knew he'd never have it. That one terrible, horrible, amazing night at supermoon was everything he'd ever get—and he'd cherish it to the very end.

End that was closer than ever.

Sobering some Rin dropped his head down, he couldn't look at his twins probably mortified face. What he's done was such primal instinct, he couldn't help himself and only now the first seeps of shame started to fill the void of his heart. Warm hand plopped atop his head though and softly caressed black locks, tugging at couple tangles but without force behind it and it was almost impossible for Rin not to melt under those gentle touches.

"Nii-san..?"

Yukio was speaking, and Rin was ashamed—

"I'm sorry."

An exhale escaped his brother. "It's—oh—okay. I'm fine now."

Rin however knew that it was only temporary that only this moment was fine. Satan would come back and soon probably—at least until they wouldn't close the gate. In the end it seemed that their triumph card was a liability. Yukio was becoming too unstable in such proximity with the gate it seemed.

Well, that was making Rin's original plans a little bit easier. With a blank smile he looked at his brother's flushed face.

"Yukio—It's not your fight, it never was" he spoke after awhile of glancing over his twins features. That frown, these squared brows and confused look in teal eyes. He couldn't tear hands off from Yukio's neck whatsoever as if he'd disappear if he'd do so. "It's my fight" he reasoned, setting his own features into hard lines. "You were right, this—hellfire—it changes me. Don't use it, for your own sake Yukio."

"Wait—what? Nii-san?" pressed Yukio on, trying to sit up on his own and groaning when he's done so. "That hurt actually, I think I'll bruise..." he mumbled under breath caressing his chest non-comically.

Rin barked with laughter at that. "I wasn't even trying, spotty" he acknowledged, smirking and damn Yukio looked delectable like this.

Sudden cracking groan oncoming from the sky boomed above them, the last doorway was shut close it seemed. It meant that it was their time to shine. Or so was Yukio thinking clearly trying to stand up but Rin wouldn't let him—keeping his brother's neck in vice grip and tugging him down.

Staring hard into teal eyes, those wilder than most of times brown locks he sighed tiredly. "Don't—I will finish it, it's my fight. I started it... so I'll finish it. You were never meant to be a part in any of this. It's all my fault—"

"WHAT?!" incredulously exclaimed Yukio, glaring from under his glasses at Rin. "No—"

Rin grumbled under breath then, deliberately punching his brother once again in solar plexus making him immobile. Yukio groaned painfully at that slumping over Rin's form—he was wheezing into his neck, shocked.

"I wasn't asking, four-eyes" Rin whispered into Yukio's ear—and gods, he could imagine his twins face right now, probably furious. Pupils all blown out in silent rage, body stiff and yet rigid as ever and lips—those lips turned upside down in unspoken grimace.

However his own plan was already in motion and so he only took another step. With trained yet gentle move his hand swiftly chopped at point on his brother's neck—and he felt the moment when Yukio's eyes rolled back into his head falling unconscious. Tenderly he kissed back of his head before he placed Yukio on the ground for the last time filling his memory with round cheeks, those moles he adored and was more than happy to kiss over and over again—

—but not in the future.

Standing up Rin believed his future was probably ending right then and there.

Black patches on his skin were still disgusting him to no end but there was a thing he needed to do—a fight to win, for all of them. He'd be fuckin' hypocrite if he said he wasn't scared shitless 'cause he was and trembling in his hand was probably only one thing that'd give that out.

Gulping, sweating he looked into the sky, that gaping black hole.

The eye was on other side he reminded himself before stepping ahead, leaving Yukio on his own. There was no hellspawns in the area by now—his outburst must've burned them all to the ground. It made his decision all the more easier.

Gulping once again he squared his feet, burning up his flames to the sky.

It was now or never.

And he hated waiting.

Pushing with all his might from the ground he helped himself with hellfire—reminiscing the last time he was up in the sky, but then with Yukio by his side—and burned his way up. A speck of blue flame speeding towards impeding doom. Way from ground to Mephisto's pentagram didn't take long nor was it difficult—trouble happened only upon him reaching said pentagram.

When he breached it, black slimy hands and claws and paws were upon him in an instant but thinking fast he burst his flames around him—scorching everything on his way to the Gate. Only when he was hairsbreadth away from dark, bubbling mass he hesitated. It was short lived however—it was a one way ticket after-all and he was way into it already.

Steadying himself he gripped Kurikara with all his might and jabbed at the gate. At that moment all hell broke loose on the ground, unknowingly to him—both pentagrams shone briefly before they disappeared into nothingness, only huge gaping black hole was left behind.

His flames were sucked inside, as he went further ahead. Before he realised he's been seeing never-ending shadows around him, his body felt weightless. Fear gripped him hard then but he swallowed it all with every breath he took. Looking around a little panicky he tried to pinpoint Gehenna's Gate but he was failing miserably in his terrified state.

A laugh shook the place and reverberated in Rin's skull mercilessly. On pure instinct he curled into himself, his free hand trailing upwards into his hair.

"So—you came alone" said voice from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. "I'm glad that you did. That useless brother of yours was fighting too much for his own good. You on the other hand—" there he stopped, as if waiting—realising something. "You're perfect for me, my son. I can see the darkness that's inside of you, how it grown from the last time I've seen you."

Rin could've believed he's heard a smack of lips and sick lick of tongue over them.

"I won't let you in!" he barked back when he's found his voice. It was rough, trembling. His entire body was strangely tingling in this place. "I will never—haaa—ugh!"

Living shadow grabbed upon his wrist and yanked. His Kurikara fell—and fell—kept on falling—deep, deep down somewhere. Terrified Rin couldn't stop looking in that direction, suddenly becoming more and more aware of the danger he was in. His skin crawled under pressure, his head was becoming woozy.

Not thinking much he burst his flames out—but they dissipated as soon as they appeared and he gasped.

"What—?" he wondered fearfully, his eyes big and scared now. He tried again, with little bit more power behind it—and same thing happened.

"You couldn't think that your flames will be of any help up here, could you?" Satan mocked, as unembodied as ever. He was humoured though. "There's nothing you can do now, is there? ~Uhm... I already can taste your fear—it's so sweet. There's nothing better than realisation of a broken human soul upon what it can and cannot do."

Gritting his teeth harshly Rin pulled at the shadow encasing his wrist with his free one. Every time he tried to grasp it though it just fell through it. Gulping he stared to sweat even more. He could already see at the corner of his eyes more shadowy vines crawling towards his form.

It couldn't—it couldn't end up like this, could it? No, it couldn't. He prayed to whoever took care of them for this to not be an end of him. Yet he felt himself shudder when black strings curled around his ankles, free wrist and neck. He was spread like that time couple years before but back on earth then. Back then all they needed was his blood, now instead—Satan wanted his body.

Snarling he tried to yank himself free to no avail. He sputtered and shouted—and cried, cried until tears were flowing down his cheeks. All of this was accompanied by Satan's breathy laugh as his vices darted around his vessel's body, covering him almost from tip of head to toe in black.

As Rin's vision turned darker than ever he could hear his own heartbeat, see his own life as it replayed before him in snippets from the day they were children into their upcoming adulthood—how happy he was when Yukio woke up, how confused he was because of the strange thin string around his pinky, how guilty he felt when he realised that Yukio was hurting because of him—it was like a slow motion film, cadres of it making his squirm more and more—and then...

He gasped as suddenly all of it was taken away from him—and he coughed, his raw throat constricting in nauseating waves. Blinking slowly he noticed the grey around him, he was free. Satan didn't took his body? He was confused like never before, he couldn't understand what just happened but then—he heard a distinct slashing sound and finally seen a black figure flowing around him, guarding him.

"What the hell—just happened—?" he half-mumbled half-coughed caressing his neck. He hoped to get any answer but all he got instead was a glare. A very familiar glare of teal eyes.

"Get a grip on yourself! Take the sword and kill the gate" it was a command, from a familiar voice but he couldn't really put his finger on it. Only by pure chance he noticed his Kurikara speeding up towards him, hilt first and he caught it with one fluid motion.

"Who are you?" he needed to know. He believed he heard that voice before. Somewhere. "Why are you helping me?"

Shadowy figure gritted teeth in aggravation. "It's not time to talk, Okumura! Close the goddamn gate and get the hell outta here!"

There was anger behind that voice but no malice. He shook his head, gripping tighter his sword. "I won't leave you here alone. You just helped me—I can't do that!"

The figure turned on it's heel then, porting in a blink of an eye to him and yanking on collar. He believed they were face-to-face now. "I'm trying to save you, can't you understand that?"

Frowning he almost bit back on that comment. "And I'm telling you, I'm not leaving you behind!"

There was something in those teal eyes, moment of realisation and then a very cold stare. "You should. I am full pledged hellspawn, I will live—unlike you. Do you really want that much to become a puppet of your father's?"

Rin didn't understand what was happening. Not really, all he knew was that this—thing—felt familiar and that he couldn't just let it go. Hazarding his safety for his curiosity he placed palm on shadow's shoulder—and he seen how it's appearance flickered.

He gasped. Somewhere inside his mind puzzles found it's way into their appropriate places and simply clicked, he recognised her. It was that girl—the one that disappeared—the one he tried to find to no avail. Pocket-watch girl, as he liked to refer to her as. Kyoko Nakamura, his ultimate mystery.

"You" he barked his teeth clenched. "I know you—Kyoko! Nakamura!" he burst out, letting her go and glaring at her. "Who are you really, why did you—? You saved me once before, didn't you?" he's had so many questions, so little time.

Shadow sighed as if defeated and then to Rin's utmost surprise she morphed right before his own eyes—and small, thin girl with bushy brown hair was floating before him, one mole staring at him.

"We don't have time for it, not now" she pressed on, glaring at him from behind her spectacles—so much like Yukio would.

"I realise I'm not dumb" he shot back, angrily. "There's so much things I need to know though! You look so alike Yuk—"

She tsked to that and probably subconsciously her hand wandered towards breast pocket only to still there for a second. "Don't—not now."

Rin couldn't care less. He felt much calmer now that Kurikara was back in his hand—he felt almost confident they could end this quickly and painlessly.

"I know what you're missing. It's the pocketwatch, isn't it?" he concluded, his mind befuddled. "I found it under my hospital bed. Where did you get it—?"

She was already opening her mouth probably to scold him again when shadow pierced between them, wrapping unexpected Rin into hard grip and pulled. He snarled viciously, slashing his Kurikara and much to his surprise—he was free. He've had no idea though where was he now or the girl for that matter.

Growling under his breath he turned around looking for something, anything. Then boldly went ahead—into dark. It was the weirdest thing that ever happened to him, the thought that he was flying effortlessly in this never-ending void. There was no wind, no breeze nor probably air but yet he didn't felt like choking. It was kind of unnerving him if he had to be honest.

After who-knows-how-long he came across slithering ray of light and pressed ahead towards it. Closer he got, more assured he was that it was the gate he was supposed to close. How lucky he's been not to get lost in this unyielding shadows.

He's had Kurikara at ready but he couldn't see upcoming attack that pulled him by surprise on his ankle and he was flying at speeds he didn't think were possible. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated his mass as much as possible to slow down and he did. A little farther away from the gate but he still could see it.

He flew right back at it, this time ready to slash every one shadow that'd come at him.

With wild snarl he hacked his Kurikara at the shadows, slowing down on his way—but trying not to get overwhelmed by oncoming attacks. It was clear as a sun that he needed help, his mind supplied briefly thought of Kyoko. Where was she was a good question, the fact that Satan didn't try to possess him was also at back burner.

Where were they?

As if his prayers were listened upon Kyoko went speeding through nearby shadows, her face scrunched in pain. However once she realised she found Rin, she stopped dead in her tracks and went straight to him. Rin slashed at one of shadows, turning around and his breath caught in his chest—she looked badly beaten, her cheek and eye were swollen, lip split and dribbling blood down her chin; many burns marked her skin, and yet she was all business like when she got to him.

"I will take care of them, close the gate and get through before it completely closes down."

He nodded silently to that but questions still were burning him alive. He needed to know, he wanted to know—because somewhere at the back of his mind he knew—he thought he knew who she was—

"Okumura! Stop gaping and kill that thing already!" she yelled at him, her glasses askew and breast heaving. "I don't have much time left..."

Don't have much time left..? What did it mean? Why she never tried to find him or Yukio alone just to speak..? Why? Why? Why? Who was she? Was she really Mephisto's family? Why she looked like Yukio so much? Why she seemed to be a condensed hellfire, a purest demon he's ever seen? Why was she helping him?

Rin felt a very quickly approaching headache his way. Shaking those troubling questions out of his mind he exhaled, gripping Kurikara tighter and jumped towards the gate. With loud groan he jabbed the awful eye that was blinking at him, and it howled in pain.

Unlike in Assiah there was no suction that'd try to get him onto other side. The only inclination that it worked was bubbling of said eye and slow shrinking of the gate. He was heaving some and his muscles were screaming bloody murder at him but he was glad that it was over. Actually he was already reaching to the gate when he heard a scream and his head whipped around fast as a bolt.

Kyoko was slumping, crouching—bleeding so much.

As if in slow motion he's seen deadly shadow sprint towards her form and he reacted—or maybe it was his body. Anyway before he knew it he found himself standing before her, his Kurikara poised to block that attack—and then was sickening sound of cracking bones and splattering blood.

Kyoko, the only witness to this tragedy—stilled in torment as everything crashed down around her and sky thundered along with it. Splashed warm blood of Rin Okumura's made her vision red, her heart bursting in terror. 'Cause it wasn't supposed to happen but it did—and Rin was dangling like a mass of bones and muscle from Satan's grip, dead. His face was unrecognisable now, a huge empty open hole forever etched in it—forever—

When she shrieked entire world heard it, all agony behind it. And she couldn't stop herself convulse in repulsion at such view, at the blood that she was cascaded in—at the blood that was in her mouth. Only upon screeching again she noticed the tears that were spilling down her cheeks, stark white marks between red.

By then Rin's body dropped down and she held on to him for her dear life. She couldn't look at his massacred face and warm blood was still flowing from him like a river—but she hugged him for that was all she could do then.

"It's all my fault—I'm sorry, so, so, sorry" she mumbled as shadows dared to creep closer upon her. "It's all my fault—first Yukio, then Mephisto, now Rin—why, why, why, why..."

Pieces of thoughts that were pushing through her jumbled mind didn't make sense. But there was one thing she knew for sure, something she promised Mephisto.

"I will make it all as it should be" she murmured, sobering. She gripped Rin's unmoving shoulders between her thin hands and inhaled to keep her heart at bay. "I promise you—all of you."

Satan's grunts were lost on her ears as she concentrated all the power she's got left in her—and it wasn't much, the other her from this world was steadily sucking it out of her the longer she was here—and she froze everything around her before it collapsed like a broken glass into nothingness.

She was still beaten, dying but for the last thing she'd ever do in her lifetime—she'd save every single one of them.

With parting breath in this void, sorting through her memories she jumped back in time.

Hoping that this time she wouldn't be too late.

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Once sun dropped behind horizon though it all dispersed... like a waking dream.

"Even though the future seems far away, it is actually beginning right now."
―Mattie J.T. Stepanek

The end.

Hellspawn

memories re-[C]oded

Thank you for reading.

*no.12