Authors note.

me being the slow writer that I am will be uploading these once a month, maybe sooner maybe longer I don't know I'm terrible at these things haha

But thank you guys for giving this a chance and thank you to Demon-Princess-Astate again for helping me with this.

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Rin was thankful. The green haired demon had finally healed, well healed enough that he could walk and finally do things for himself, there was no more acting like a damn servant for that ungrateful bastard.

Amaimon's wounds were now scars and there was a slight limp when he walked, but Rin assumed they too will soon go away in a few days, Amaimon was a demon after all and demons healing power were at a super speed level even if they were slowed down by holy water.

But yes, Rin was happy. Not only was he free from taking care of Amaimon but he also had his own bed, he was so relived he had silently thanked Jesus without noticing the irony. Now that Amaimon was somewhat recovered it seemed that the demon didn't need to sleep anymore. No more smelly stiff couch for me, Rin had thought gleefully.

There was a spring that stuck out from the mattress in his single bed, but that seemed heavenly compared to that dreadful couch; he welcomed the jab of the spring warmly when he sank into his bed that night. Though that was a moment short lived however when the noise of a window opening snapped him from entering a deep slumber. Damn it! Rin cursed, Amaimon hadn't even crossed his mind in that peaceful moment.

Begrudgingly he sat up from his warm bed to see that Amaimon had opened a window and was currently trying to get the other half of his body through the small passage. Amaimon in seeing his younger brother sit up had paused in his struggles to innocently pull out the cherry pop from his mouth . "Hey Otouto."

"Idiot, what do you think you're trying to do?" Rin only dead panned, annoyed his sleep was interrupted by the demon once again; at least it wasn't because of his satanic snoring this time.

"Escaping." Amaimon spoke casually. "Did I wake you?"

Rin sighed, regretfully getting up from the warm bed to shiver when the cold nipped at his exposed legs. Stupid apartment and it's no heater, I should just let the bastard go and crawl back into bed. Pulling his sweater over his hands to block the cold at getting at his fingers and stiffly walked toward Amaimon. No, he'd get an ear full from Mephisto if he did that.

"Get back inside before I kill you." Rin spoke with a glare, but the threat did nothing to move the demon and he continued to sit on the window sill, right leg and arm already out the window.

"It's boring in there."

"Then turn on the TV."

"Boring." Amaimon rolled his eyes.

"Read a book!"

"Na." He shrugged.

"CLEAN!"

"Very funny."

"'I'm going to kill you." Rin clenched his teeth trying not to punch the other in case it'd help him in his troubles of getting his fat head through the window.

"Now that sounds like fun." Amaimon quipped biting at his cherry lollipop.

Rin sighed for the second time that night and grabbed at Amaimon's black shirt collar, the one he had to lend him for the others clothes were no longer recognisable as clothes at the moment thanks to the paladin.

Even with his demon strength Amaimon hardly budged, the shirt would rip before he could remove him from the window sill. "Stupid broccoli, get inside!" Rin gritted grabbing at his arm to pull with effort.

Amaimon must had gotten tired of that game because finally Rin was able to pull him free from the window, closing it with a loud slam after the demon was fully inside. Huffing he turned to face said demon with a glare. "Get in that bed right now." He spoke with authority, pointing at the bed for emphasis.

"Otouto, I didn't know you were like that." Amaimon spoke, chewing the last remains of his lollipop.

In Rin's sleep deprived mind that had sound better. "Ew no you fucki-"He shook his head bringing his fingers to clench between his brows. "It's the only way I know you won't try to run away again asshole." He's going have to ask Mephisto for some kind of handcuffs that will hold someone like Amaimon down the next time Rin is unable to keep an eye on him.

After a long struggle in trying to get Amaimon into bed that resulted in a lot of bruises it was almost four in the morning. Rin could almost cry, why did these things have to happen to him? He only wanted a decent sleep. To make things worst his bed was only a single and the amount of space the two had was suffocating. I hate him, I hate him, that fucking asshole, I hate him…

Amaimon's long toe nails scratched at his feet, his elbow jabbed at his chest and he kept on inhaling his sticky hot breath making him want to gag. Maybe if they spooned this uncomfortable situation could be avoided but Rin would rather die. Turning to face the kitchen entry way, Rin squeezed his eyes shut pleading for sleep to take him.

The room had fallen quiet, though Amaimon's struggles for entertainment never seemed to cease, it almost seemed like Amaimon was purposely trying to jab, scratch or poke him now. Rin finally snapped and turned to swiftly bury his elbow in the others nose, satisfied with the crunch that echoed the room Rin then buried his head into his pillow.

Rin was irked when Amaimon showed no signs of retaliation however, sleepily rolling his head to peek at the other. Amaimon was laying on his back taking up most of the room Rin irritably noticed with his hand over his nose starring up at the ceiling.

"Why do you think someone would frame me?" Amaimon asked.

Rin blinked at the other before he turned his head back at the kitchen entrance. This again. Rin was tired of Amaimon's innocent act; did he think he was some kind of gullible idiot or something? Okay yeah he did once fall for that whole "Look gullible is written on the ceiling" ordeal, but that was completely different! This was murder and Amaimon obviously did the crime. "Obviously they want you dead, and who could blame them." He shrugged.

Amaimon didn't say anything after that; hopefully he had just given up and decided to let Rin sleep. The room was filled of the noise of Amaimon nose popping itself back in place and Rin couldn't help feeling slightly guilty, he hit Amaimon harder then he'd planned. The bastard deserved it though and Rin would do it again if he decided to act up.

"You know, running away like that won't prove your innocence." Rin whispered, not caring if the other happened to be listening or not.

"You think I'm guilty still?" It seemed like hours before Amaimon spoke up, shocking Rin out of the heavy silence.

"I know you are."

It took a few hours for Rin to eventually fall asleep, the last thing Rin remembered was the morning sun seeping through ugly blinds and a heavily sighing earth king beside him before sleep finally showed him mercy; swallowing him deeply in a long slumber.

When Rin awoke, it was with a strangled yawn and a few cracks in his arms when he stretched them out, the right side of his face was wet and he cringed when he looked down at his pillow to find a puddle of drool. Apart from aching limbs, Rin found himself well rested and he sighed out his nose in content after turning onto his back.

Rin starred at the roof noticing how grimy it was, he counted the amount of smudges not wanting to get out of bed just yet. He noticed the sheets smelled of Amaimon; like cinnamon and a certain scent demons tended to share, though he guessed it was no surprise seeing as the demon has slept in this bed more than he had.

It took a while for Rin to realize what was missing but when he did he wasted no time in jumping out of bed and throwing on a pair of faded jeans that lay discarded across the television. Amaimon wasn't in bed and he knew damn well that he had taken a run for it. "Damn it! I let my guard down!" He yelled almost tripping when he ran to the front door.

"Where are you going?" Rin froze in his tracks, hand raised to the wooden door knob he turned to find the green haired demon at the door to the kitchen. He didn't run off?

"I thought you'd escaped." Rin said honestly turning fully from the door to face the other. If Amaimon thought that not running away while Rin was practically unconscious would help gain his trust, then he was a bigger idiot then Rin originally thought.

"I did." Well that wiped away the smug look Rin had been wearing. "But I came back because I was hungry." Amaimon shrugged, picking at his ear with his long black pinkie nail. Did he paint them or were they just like that? Rin questioned.

"Moron, you really weren't listening to what I was saying last night were you?" Like Rin cared, but he'd just thought Amaimon would at least try and act innocent for his own sake. Maybe he had a death wish, or maybe he was just plain stupid.

"If I didn't run away would that have changed your mind of me being guilty?" Amaimon spoke to the wax he was flicking off from his pinkie nail. Gross. Amaimon did have a point though, but he wasn't meant to be proving himself to Rin, he was meant to be proving his innocence to the Grigori.

"Stupid." Rin sighed, wiping the tired from his face with his hand. "I guess I'll cook some breakfast." He declared after a low rumble was heard from his stomach.

"It's seven pm."

"W-What!?" Rin stuttered, blue eyes going wide. He hadn't realize how drained he had been, Amaimon has really been pushing him these past few days and he guessed his body had a lot of rest to catch up on. "Then I'll make some din-"

"Already taken care of." Amaimon smiled a wide grin.

The kitchen was an absolute mess and Rin knew who would be left to clean it, just looking at the mess already drained him of his energy. Pots everywhere, evidence of broken plates and- How on earth did Amaimon get food up there?

Sitting down at the small rickety table that had one leg supported by old magazines, Rin heavily sighed. He closed his eyes not wanting to look at his surroundings; feeling the heaviness of stress weighing on him once again.

Hearing a plate being placed in front of him the smell of spices reached his nose. Curry? He refused in opening his eyes however to confirm his suspicions. Maybe Amaimon poisoned whatever concoction he had cooked, Rin could only hope; at least he wouldn't have to clean and put up with this demon any longer. If Amaimon's cooking skills were anything like Mephisto's however, the curry didn't even need to be poisoned.

Hunger getting the better of him, he slowly opened his eyes. Amaimon sat across from Rin curiously looking at the other whilst chewing. Rin gulped and decided to man up, looking down at the plate in front of him he blinked in surprise.

The food looked nothing like the nightmare Mephisto had once prepared for him and Yukio, it actually looked like the meal it was meant to be. His suspicions were right, Amaimon had prepared curry and it actually looked… nice. But did it taste as good as it looked?

The curry was prepared in the usual way, rice with one side coated in a dark curry. Rin couldn't tell what sauce was used to coat the chicken and the rice but it smelt sweet, it wouldn't surprise him if Amaimon had dropped his lollipops into the mix by accident. Or maybe he dumped a whole ton off sugar in like he did with Rin's stir fry.

Giving in by the smell, Rin dipped his spoon into the curry to tentatively bring it to his mouth, he couldn't help but screw his eyes shut when taking a bite.

And then Rin's taste buds exploded.

Being far from what Rin had expected he almost moaned around the utensil. What the hell!? Eyes wide and lips still around the spoon he looked at Amaimon in shock, who in turn didn't seem to be paying any attention in him.

When Amaimon felt eyes on him he turned from the window he was looking through, he found that staring at the world outside was the only thing that entertained him in this small apartment, he's wonder what those humans were doing, where were they going, sometime he'd even create stories.

He blinked in surprise when looking over to his half-brother. "What's with that stupid look on your face?"

"I didn't know you could cook!" Rin practically yelled pulling the spoon from his mouth to point at the other obviously shocked. Maybe he and Amaimon shared some qualities after all.

"Why would I cook if I couldn't?" Amaimon blinked again going back to his curry.

It pissed Rin off sometimes when Amaimon was able to make sense in an annoying way, like the answer was obvious and Rin was the idiot. "It doesn't matter if you can or can't, people still do it." Rin mumbled bringing his spoon back to his plate.

The atmosphere had seemed to lift between the two, it was still thick however, just not as thick as it was when the two seemed to fight, which was constantly. But as the two ate their meal in silence Rin was thankful that he had time to cool off. Anymore tension and Rin would have killed Amaimon himself; perhaps Amaimon felt that shift in aura.

The only noise in the kitchen was the soft clangs the utensils made on almost empty plates and the silence between the two was comforting to Rin, or maybe that was relief. Either way Rin knew it wouldn't last long before Amaimon got bored and he riled him up resulting in another fight.

There were already five holes around the living room as a result of their fighting and Rin wasn't looking forward to selling an arm and a leg to pay it off, he really thought he had matured from the last time he saw Amaimon but he guessed the other had only got more annoying as well. But in this moment he could tolerate the other, heck he even made a decent meal. If the Amaimon didn't speak and Rin didn't have to look at him, yeah, he thought he could somewhat get along with him.

Chewing, Rin looked up at Amaimon. The other had finished his serve and was currently using his long nails as a toothpick. How the heck does he punch so hard with those things? He pondered arching his brow. Did Amaimon even have to eat now that he was basically healed? Maybe he just liked to eat. Rin shrugged going back to the last of his meal.

"What kind of curry is this by the way?" He asked around a mouth full of chicken.

Blue stoic eyes focused on Rin once more. "Chocolate."

After a long tidy up in the kitchen from scrubbing at food coated tiles to actually standing on the stove to clean the roof, Rin was finally done. Exhausted, Rin felt he could sleep for another twelve hours if he wanted to, but that seemed too easy. After all there was a parasite he was meant to keep under lock and key.

Walking back into the next room Rin found the very parasite sitting on the wooden floors, closing his eyes he wondered if the other would just disappear if he wished hard enough. Nope, no luck, Rin cursed when he reopened them.

Amaimon was faced away from Rin and it looked as if he was holding something. Squinting his eyes Rin walked closer to get a better look. Crap, don't tell me. Rin's suspicions were answered when he saw a flash of blue and his body suddenly caught aflame, a sensation Rin was all too familiar with.

"Give that back you bastard!" Rin almost jumped the other, his sharp teeth bearing and eyes glowing demonically.

That's when Amaimon turned to face Rin in his usual stoic expression; he moved the lollipop in his mouth to the other side completely ignoring his half-brother's commands. "Finders keepers, losers weepers." Was his simple reply as he continued to open and close kurikara, watching as the flames followed the swords movements.

Damn it! He really should have hidden that better from Amaimon, he clenched his teeth not wanting to go back to that incident the first time he had met Amaimon at that amusement park. "Give it back." He tried calmly, well as calmly as he could possibly master, he tried not to shack with anger.

"Make me." Amaimon continued his actions, only faster.

That's it.

Rin pounced at Amaimon, pushing at his shoulders so his back roughly connected to the floor. Raising his fist to punch the other in the face he was flung off by Amaimon flicking him at his forehead. Colliding with the wall Rin thought of the money he was losing for making another hole which only made him more pissed as he raced at the other fist raised once again, successful this time in his efforts. Amaimon wiped the blood from his busted lip before tackling Rin to the floor, lollipop that had been in his mouth lay crumpled on the floor.

The two rolled around punching and kicking each other, tangled in their own limbs as they pulled and punched; kurikara at the other end of the room forgotten. Amaimon was laughing gleefully and Rin only growled at the other determined to wipe that smile off the other's face. "Bastard." Rin grunted, pulling at Amaimon's green hair as his other hand buried a fist in his stomach where he knew one of his wounds hid.

Amaimon abruptly ceased his laughter, flipping Rin so he lay underneath him. His face grew dark and eyes wide which Rin noticed he did when he was highly pissed. Rin lay with his arms pined at his sides, Amaimon's sharp nails digging into his wrists which made him wince. The demon straddled him so Rin couldn't wriggle free making him gulp nervously.

"Get off!" Rin demanded, thrashing side to side which only resulted in Amaimon nails embedding themselves deeper within his skin. Shit, if he wasn't so exhausted he'd have the demon off of him by now, he noticed how much weaker Amaimon had become and pulverising him should be a walk in the park.

Amaimon didn't get off; instead he stayed with that dangerous look upon his face, grip getting tighter and tighter on Rin's wrists. "What's wrong with you moron! They're going to snap." Rin arched his back gritting his teeth in pain.

Amaimon's hold loosened slightly and Rin dropped back to the floor panting and sweating. This was bad; Rin was suddenly reminded of what Amaimon was and what he was capable of doing. A demon, one of the seven kings and someone who coldly murders 53 students like it was nothing.

Rin realized the circumstances, Rin was Amaimon's guard, his hurdle he needed to jump in order to escape and run off his merry way back to Gehenna. On top of that Rin was exhausted, so exhausted he couldn't even throw the demon off of him. If Amaimon was planning on killing him, now would be perfect.

"You're going to kill me, right?" Rin couldn't help the nervousness that crept in his voice and when Amaimon's face didn't change he shivered. Closing his eyes, he turned away from the other.

And then his phone went off, causing both Amaimon and Rin to jump.

Rin's eyes had reopened from the shock only to see that Amaimon's face had changed back to that stoic expression that annoyed him so much, but in that moment Rin thought it was the best thing he has seen all week. Amaimon climbed off of him, sitting on the floor rummaging through his pockets in search of a new lollipop.

With caution Rin sat up from where he had been pinned, avoiding eye contact with the demon next to him he rubbed at his sore wrists before reaching for his own pockets for his phone.

"Mephisto." Rin whispered when seeing the incoming call, Amaimon's head snapped up at that, full attention on Rin again causing him to shiver.

"Answer it."

Rin ignored Amaimon but still answered it anyway, he really didn't know what to make of their situation at that moment but Rin wanted to forget about it for now, he was still in a cold sweat.

"Yeah?" Rin cursed as his voice shook.

"Rin! Good news!" Rin gulped at the voice at the other end of the line. The last time Mephisto said he had good news he had got a new roommate, one that might have just tried to kill him too.

"Let's hear it."

…

To be continued.