Author's Notes

Okay so this chapter was meant to be uploaded awhile ago, but I had some problems and long story short I had to rewrite it.

But it's done now!

This chapter I guess is more on the plot side of things and get's a little dramatic at the end, so please read and tell me what you think.

Special thanks too Demon-Princess-Astarte

Rin could have kissed Mephisto.

He wasn't going to because he was out of mouthwash and the thought alone sent chills down his spine and caused goose bumps to form across his skin. But he would rather do that then listen to a certain green haired demon whine for another day.

Seriously, the amount Amaimon complained about being bored was ridiculous! Rin even contemplated creating a drinking game which would have easily put him out of his misery but that idea would had also resulted in alcohol poisoning.

Not to mention he wasn't even at the legal drinking age, then again, he knew Shura wouldn't mind getting her hands on some for him, but that always came at a price. He shivered and had totally thrown that idea out the window, he'd rather listen to Amaimon's constant fussing then be put in that situation ever again.

Shaking his head as if it would throw away the haunting memory; Rin turned back to the front door suddenly reminded why he was in such a good mood in the first place. Practically bouncing in excitement along with demon whose whole existence was made to make him suffer; the two watched as the movers tried and fit a giant television through their tiny doorway.

"Aniue it's so big! Is it going to fit?" Amaimon had asked excitedly at Mephisto who stood farther from the two in the lounge room, leaning on his closed umbrella. He looked as if he was contemplating on sitting on the couch, but after one look at the dirty thing he had decided against it.

Rin would have laughed at what Amaimon had said if his dirty mind had been turned on at that moment, but alas the only thing that was going on in that head of his was cheers and yells of glee.

"How on earth did you get the landlord to agree to this?" Rin beamed turning to the taller just as the enormous television had squeezed its way through the tiny hole of a door.

"Oh, I have my ways." Mephisto had smirked, a small glint in his emerald eyes which made Rin suspicious. But honestly, Rin really couldn't have cared what Mephisto had done, he was just so relieved. Mephisto could have tortured the guy for all he knew, which was a little extreme, but still Rin wouldn't have given a damn.

The amount of happiness and gratitude he was feeling he was seriously contemplating getting to the ground and kissing the floor where the flamboyant clown stood. But again, he wasn't going to do that.

Rin was forcefully pushed out of the way by the excited Green demon as he followed the movers into the small room, he winced but decided against reacting to Amaimon's rudeness, he was used to it by now. Shrugging it off, he followed said demon farther into the room to stand next to Mephisto.

Amaimon sat crossed legged before the television as it was placed in front of the couch, clapping with a twisted smile on his face. Rin couldn't help but think how creepy it looked, the guy definitely did not have a face for expressions. Amaimon's features were usually stoic, set in stone and when he smiled it was like a giant ugly crack had split the rock across it's cold surface, only to show sharp canines and droopy eyes glinting with mirth.

The only two emotions Rin knew the other was capable of other then his usual impassive self, were excitement and anger; neither of those he could handle.

Rin smile faded when remembering Amaimon's episode from the previous night. It had actually terrified him, suddenly reminded of what Amaimon was and what he was capable of. He was nothing like the beaming childish teen that sat on the floor just in front of him and Mephisto.

He guessed he was lucky though, Amaimon's strength had decreased rapidly for some unknown reason and if he had been in a better state who knew where Rin would be now. Amaimon was stronger then he was, the only way he had beaten the earth king in previous events was when he had let his flames take control of him.

Though now he had control of them and he was much stronger unlike before, it could be a fair fight between Amaimon and him, especially when the other was weakened considerably. Though that didn't mean he wanted to. A fight like that would probably be for his life, and that thought frightened him.

After the phone call with Mephisto (which had been uncomfortable for Amaimon had leant in to listen when Rin didn't answer the other's questions,) the two were left in an awkward silence. They had sat on the dusty floor across from one another, Amaimon nonchalantly sucking on a lollipop and Rin still in a mild shock.

Rin was to weary to say anything, hoping not to step on any land minds. It had seemed like forever before either of them spoke but when one of them finally did it had only resulted in ticking him off.

Blue eyes twitching with irritation Rin had thrown his phone at Amaimon when the other had once again, stated he was bored. He had told him to play with a game app on his phone whiles he stood up and got ready for bed, dully noting that his hands slightly shook.

Rin was now left with a broken phone, and it wasn't because he had practically thrown it at the demon in exasperation not thinking of the other's reaction to being attacked by a flying phone, which thankfully Amaimon had casually caught. No, It was because of said demon throwing it himself against the hard floors in anger when he had lost at one of the dumb racing games he happened to have. Luckily Rin had came out of the bathroom just in time before the other had started stomping on the poor device.

Rin's phone had a crack across its screen now but he wouldn't bother using the little money he had to buy a new one, he was just thankful it still worked. Yukio and the others could still call him so he wasn't fully detached from everything, knowing his friends could still contact him kept him from going into insanity.

Amaimon let out a loud cheer when the TV came on, making Rin jump then too grin in excitement. When Mephisto said good news he actually meant good news, this was far from what he had expected from the clown without some sort of catch. Perhaps Mephisto knew how annoying Amaimon could get and took pity on him.

The green haired demon jumped from where he sat in glee after the movers had gone, reaching for the console Mephisto had also gotten them, along with a couple of games to go with it. The ps4 was still in it's box and Amaimon violently ripped it open, using his long sharp nails as a knife to cut at the sticky tape that kept him from what he so desired.

Rin wondered how Mephisto had even gotten it, he couldn't find anywhere that wasn't sold out. So again Rin didn't care what the clown had done to get his gloved hands on one, he was just too ecstatic; glad he had asked Mephisto for one on his end of the deal in the first place.

"So how has this Week been, hmm?" Mephisto asked, raising a single brow at the other next to him. "You look terrible." Picking up his ice cream themed umbrella which he had been leaning on, he used it to lift up Rin's chin. A small smirk gracing his features when the Okumura pushed the offending thing aside; glaring at the taller with tired eyes.

Asshole, he knows exactly how it has been. "You know after this you'll owe me more then just a ps4." Rin glowered at the other; irritated that his smirk only seemed to grow wider. Scoffing, Rin turned away from him only to face Amaimon who was currently setting up said ps4.

Amaimon squatted at the shredded box; chewing at his black finger nail whilst he blankly stared at the power cord he was holding in his other hand. He was tangled in wires and bits of foam and cardboard that also now littered the room thanks to his efforts in getting to his prize. That Moron doesn't even know what he is doing.

"Why couldn't you have just look after this idiot? You obviously know how to handle him better then I do." Rin questioned, gesturing to said idiot that sat on the floor before them, totally oblivious to their conversation.

Mephisto smiled shaking his head. "As much as I would love to take the earth king off your hands, I simple can't." Rin head whipped back to the other in a glare.

"And why the hell not!?"

Mephisto didn't seem fazed by Rin's out burst and Amaimon's attention was only brought to the two for a second before he went back to examining the PlayStation. "Tsk tsk, indoor voice Rin." He used his white gloved finger to wag at the other before he used the same hand to flick at his nose.

Rin growled rubbing at his assaulted nose, all the while continuing his heated glare at the purple haired demon. "Damn clown." Was all he mumbled.

"Now now, you know how Amaimon is?" Mephisto continued, ignoring the stare from the teen as he turned to look at his other younger brother. "Could you imagine the amount of effort it would take to look for evidence all the whilst trying to keep him under lock and key?"

Rin blinked, discarding his glare to the floor at his feet. Okay the clown had a good point, it was a nightmare guarding the earth king, he couldn't even bat an eye without the other taking a run for it or destroying the apartment.

"And I can't let anyone else keep an eye on him or keep him locked under the Vatican, he'd only escape in minutes." Mephisto rubbed his goatee thoughtfully, as if these thoughts had only come to his mind now, which wouldn't surprise Rin if it did. He swore the other just loved to see him suffer, Mephisto was probably too busy laughing to think of another suited place to keep Amaimon. "No, you're the only one capable of this task."

Rin didn't even have to look up to know the other was smirking at him. Yep, he definitely loves to watch me suffer. "Whatever." He hmphed still glaring at the floor. Why was Mephisto even so determined to find evidence supporting this guy?

Rin was all for not falsely accusing demons and Blacky was an example of that, but when it came to Amaimon there was no doubt in his mind that he wasn't capable of cold murder. He knew him, fought against him, so it confused him why his principle was so bent on helping this guy.

"What's the point on helping him anyway, they already have evidence against him don't they?" Rin questioned, curiosity in his blue eyes as he looked up to Mephisto.

Said demon continued his actions of stroking his goatee, watching Amaimon's growing anger as he failed to understand the contraption he was holding. "Ah, but what was his motivation?" His purple eyebrows furrowed and mouth twisted in thought.

Before Rin could state that Amaimon was a constantly bored freak and needed no motivation he was stopped by a raised hand. "Anyway, I doubt you want your new PlayStation to be destroyed before you could even play anything on it, so why don't you take over for Amaimon." Mephitso's smirk was back, and he gestured with a tilt of his head to the earth king when Rin rose an eyebrow in confusion.

Rin let out a short yelp when his attention was brought to Amaimon before he leapt from where he was standing to successfully catch the ps4 the other had thrown in his annoyance. After he had checked if the console was still in one piece , he glared at the teen who was currently squatting to his right. "Bastard! If this broke I would have strangled you."

Amaimon rolled his eyes which only resulted in pissing Rin off more. "Pointy freak." He growled, sitting himself up from the floor to delicately dust off the PlayStation.

Mephisto noted the angry scowl on his younger brother's usual stoic face and intervened before he could jump Rin in accusation from the insult. "Now boys settle down." What trouble making brother's does he have, at least Amaimon's scowl disappeared as soon as Mephisto had stepped between the two. Rin on the other hand continued to glare at green haired demon through pink and purple stripped clad legs.

"We don't want to cause any mess do we?" The question was more pointed to Rin, Mephisto knowing that would have calmed the boy down for he would have been the one to clean it.

"Yes, aniue." Amaimon chirped before pulling out a candy to unwrap it from his leant grey jeans, a sweet Rin didn't even remember getting for the other. Further evidence that Amaimon has been continuously sneaking out, probably at the times Rin had been in the shower or using the toilet. but why does he keep returning?

Before Rin could ponder further about it,his attention was brought to Mephisto, who stood with an arched brow waiting for his reply like some sort of parent scolding a naughty child. Rin mumbled in agreement and looked away from the two, continuing his examination on the gaming console.

"Fantastisch!" The taller beamed suddenly, making the Okumura jump and nearly drop the PlayStation. Rin mumbled something about clowns and stupidity before he scooted to the television, set on hooking up the device himself.

Mephisto watched Rin obviously to occupied in setting up the PlayStation to pay the two any more of his attention; chuckling when he looked like he wasn't any closer in figuring it out then Amaimon.

Whacking said demon on the head with his closed umbrella to gain his attention from the window, he gestured to the kitchen at the other side of the room. Guessing this would be the perfect time to interrogate his little brother whilst his other was distracted.

He didn't mind if Rin was there for his interrogation, there was nothing to really hide, he just knew that Amaimon would talk more if he wasn't, not to mention it would be a lot easier. He would have to be blind if he couldn't see that Rin thought Amaimon was guilty and the amount of times he would accuse and yell at the other would be insufferable. So , deciding to ask Amaimon some questions by himself sounded like less of a hassle.

With out question Amaimon stood up from where he had been crouching, pulling at the burgundy shirt that was a size to small for him. Like the good little brother he was, he followed Mephisto into the kitchen when he was told to, following his older brother's orders like he has always done.

With one last look at Rin to make sure he was still distracted, Mephisto closed the kitchen door quietly after Amaimon. Walking to the small table that sat in the middle of the kitchen he waved his glove clad hand, suddenly a large red chair poofed into existence replacing the other that looked like it was going to collapse at any given moment.

Not bothering to do the same for Amaimon's chair he sat on his own, adjusting himself into the soft comfort before he waved to his brother to sit at the opposite end of the table. "What is this about?" Amaimon asked chucking another pink sweet into his mouth whilst he sat on his own chair which creaked under his weight.

"You know what this is about." Was Mephisto's reply, crossing his legs as he took of his large hat; dusting it off before he placed it on the table. "This is about the murder of my students."

"That wasn't me." Amaimon shrugged, swallowing the last of his candy before he moved to unwrap another one.

"Don't eat when I'm taking to you." Amaimon pouted but listened none the less, if it were anyone else he would've stuck his tongue out tauntingly with the sweet sitting in the center before he'd have severely punished them for telling him what to do. But This was his aniue, and Amaimon would do anything for his aniue.

And that's why he was worried, Mephisto was the only one he had in Assiah, the only one that was capable of justifying that he was innocent. He relied on his older brother so much in his visits to this realm and this is the one time he needed him the most. He didn't doubt that Mephisto believed he didn't kill 53 people, but it did worry him.

They were his students after all and he knew all too well how much his brother loved his toys, remembering the death threat Mephisto promised him if he had ever killed any of them. Amaimon wasn't stupid, he knew where his place lied. Mephisto was stronger then he was, Mephisto ranked second strongest of the demon princes after all and he only ranked seventh.

Maybe it was fear the kept the younger in line more then family love, knowing If Mephisto thought Amaimon had defied him and killed his students then there would be nothing left for the Vatican to execute, he would have suffered a fate worst then death.

"Amaimon." Mephisto snapped him from his thoughts, gaining his attention.

"Yes, Aniue."

"I'm only going to ask you this once." Mephisto spoke with complete seriousness in his tone, causing Amaimon to straighten his posture . He leant forward to place his elbows on the table to rest his head on the back of his hands, all the while keeping eye contact with his younger brother. "Did you kill my students?"

Amaimon felt his heart stop and his eyes widened only for a second before his face returned to his usual stoic demeanour. Did his aniue doubt him? "I just said that I di-"

"I know." He clamped his mouth shut, jumping at the harsh tone. "Amaimon, I need you to look me in the eye and tell me if you did or didn't." The intensity of Mephisto's stare made him shiver but he didn't back down, glaring at the other light blue met emerald.

"No Aniue, I did not kill your students." Amaimon spoke with a bit more heat in his tone then usual, annoyed that his older brother even had to ask twice. He was never one to keep his temper and it was easy for him to lose it. So as much as he wanted to get on Mephisto's good side, some things he just couldn't help.

In the past he and Mephisto argued continuously, especially when the purple haired demon would demand things from him. Though he guessed nothing more has really changed, only now Mephisto has learnt to demand things of Amaimon that would benefit them both. It resulted in less bruises and broken bones for the earth king and a happy older brother that way.

"Is that so?" Mephisto questioned after searching the other's eyes for any hint of lying, though it was hard, for Amaimon had such an emotionless face. Finally he sighed after finding nothing; leaning back into his chair to entwine his hands in his lap. "It's only, it's been a week today and I haven't found anything to support you against the trail."

Closing his eyes Mephisto brought a gloved hand to stroke his goatee. "You understand don't you? Why I'm so skeptical?" Amaimon gritted his teeth as he stared at Mephisto, trying not to snap. "I mean, I should have been able to find something by now."

"Maybe you're not looking hard enough." He kept his composure as Mephisto opened his eyes to glare at him, black long nails cutting his skin when he clenched his hands into fists under the table.

"Do you have any idea who would want to frame you?" Mephisto tried, but only sighed again when Amaimon shook his head.

The earth king had tons of enemy's, many wanting his head. But he highly doubted any of them going to such lengths as to break into true cross academy with the chance of them getting caught, all to get him executed.

"What were you doing on the night of the incident?" Mephisto continued to question while he stroked his goatee, green eyes watching every move Amaimon took, studying him for any signs.

"That's-" Amaimon blinked before he avoided eye contact, growing anger completely gone as he shrunk away from the other. "I can't tell you."

"What do you mean you can't tell me?" Mephisto's voice was firm leading Amaimon to shrink further away, eyes looking everywhere but at his brother. "Amaimon. This isn't making your current position look any better."

Amaimon bit at his lip knowing full well how this must look like, but he just couldn't tell his older brother what he has been up to, it was something he couldn't even admit to himself. So instead he chose to look more and more suspicious as he tried to escape from his brother's accusing stare.

"Aniue-"

"You leave me no choice Amaimon." Mephisto interrupted, guiding his hand through his purple hair, disappointment clear on his face.

Amaimon knew what he was to his brother, just a lone chess piece in his elaborate games; something he could train and use to his benefit. Amaimon wasn't stupid, he knew Mephisto thought he wasn't worth the time. What proof was there that Amaimon hadn't done it? Why would he defend the demon against the Vatican in chance that he'd loose his position he worked so hard for if he got nothing in return. The only reason he was disappointed was because he was loosing a precious pawn.

"If you have nothing else to say, I'll be on my way to tell th-"

"I DIDN'T KILL YOUR STUPID TOYS!" Amaimon screamed, shocking them both. Mephisto froze half way out of his chair as he stared wide eyed at the other who's expression didn't look any different.

And then Amaimon went flying, back colliding with the tiled kitchen wall before he slid down into the stove then to the floor knocking the pan over with him.

Mephisto stood at the table eyes wider then before as he stared at his hand he used to slap the other, he didn't even hit hard, the force only meaning to cause a red mark on the other's cheek. "Before this wouldn't have even bruised you." He stated, looking up from his hand to the crumpled demon on the floor. "You've grown weak." Amaimon shook, long nails scratching at the tiled floor.

"I Know that!" Still refusing to look at Mephisto he glared at his legs. "Don't tell me things I already know, Aniue!" He didn't have to look up to see the heated stare he was receiving from the other, causing him to flinch.

It was silent whilst Mephisto waited for the other to calm down, knowing it was useless trying to talk to him in this state. Soon enough Amaimon breathing evened out and he hesitantly looked up to the taller demon, quietly apologizing from his outburst.

Knowing the importance of power for the other, Mephisto decided to tread lightly on the subject. "What happened?" Mephisto asked Knowing Amaimon couldn't possibly still be feeling weakened after his fight with Rin that time he had gotten his body disintegrated and was sent back to Gehenna.

Amaimon shrugged, stoic look returning to his face. "I don't know... I've been training none stop, but nothing's helping."

"And that's what you didn't want to tell me." Mephisto sighed, placing his hand on his hips. He knew his brother's stubbornness, obviously he didn't want to admit to his current weakened state. It was his fault for not telling him sooner in the end, he was the one lying on the floor with a bruised cheek after all. "No wonder you were no match for the Paladin."

"Hey what was that noise!?\" The two jumped as Rin threw open the door, panic on his face in worry he was in need of a new kitchen. Seeing that everything was in one piece, except for a lone pan on the floor and a chair he didn't remember having, he sighed in relief.

"Nothing." Amaimon was the one to answer, his impassive self unchanged except for the swollen red hand print across his cheek. It looked almost comical.

"What happened to you?" Rin laughed, holding the opened door for support. "Gotta' say, that looks good on you." He was able to say before he burst into a fit of giggles, Amaimon frowned but other wise didn't react to the other's teasing.

Mephisto smirked, picking up his umbrella from his armchair and hat from the table before clicking his fingers making the chair disappear in a poof of pink smoke. "And with that I'll be taking my leave." He stated, turning on his heal to walk up to Rin who was still laughing.

"Be a good host and show me out, Rin." Mephisto stopped to say before continuing out the kitchen door, Rin close by his tail. The two left leaving the earth king to gather his bearing, only now did he rub at his cheek muttering a quiet ow before he began to stand up.

"So what did he do to deserve to be slapped, besides being a little shit that is." Rin questioned walking towards the door, giant grin on his face out of amusement.

"Ah, but being a little shit was exactly what he was doing." Mephisto smirked before stopping at the door, placing his hat back on his head. Rin let out a laugh, leaning past the taller male to get to the door he know the other was waiting for him to open.

Saying goodbye Rin had went to close the door, only for it to be stopped by a pointy shoe. "Before I go I must ask for a favor in price for me bringing over this lovely entertainment." Mephisto smirked, eyes gleaming down at the other past the half closed door.

Damn it, I should have closed it quicker! Rin cursed, of course he should have expected some sort of catch, this was Mephisto after all and since when had he done something out of pure friendliness. "What?" Rin grunted.

"Be patient with him." Rin was taken back, blinking up at the other's face which had suddenly gone stern.

"What?" Rin twisted his face in confusion. Does he mean Amaimon? I've been nothing but patient! He should be surprised that I hadn't killed him yet.

"He likes to keep things bottled up, one of these day's he is going to explode." Mephisto's eyes flickered to the kitchen, Rin turned to follow his eye line to see that Amaimon had finally dawdled out from the kitchen, hand rubbing his lower back.

"What are you taking about clo-" He froze when he turned back to face the other to see that he was gone, he blinked a few times before his brain could register that he must have poofed away when his back was turned. "Damn clown! That's not funny!" He growled slamming the door.

"What's not funny?" Amaimon asked; sitting on the hard couch to pick up a controller to study it.

"Don't worry about it." Rin mumbled, rubbing the sudden tired from his face. Moving around the TV, Rin took the second controller and sat on the other side of the couch beside the demon. "Hey, let's play."

Amaimon smiled ear to ear, jumping with sudden excitement. "Yes! Let's play, otouto!"

Rin let out a small laugh, reaching for one of the combat games they could verse each other on whilst Rin pondered about what Mephisto had asked of him in the back of his mind, What was that about?

Done!

I kinda' feel like I made Mephisto a bad guy in this one so I might write a bit on him in the next chapter to justify him a little.

Anyway, leave a review and tell what you think~