Chapter 13
Rin's hand closed around the mirror shard. He had punched the mirror again. While the other shards laid scattered among the floor, he had grabbed a hold of just one. He turned it in his hand and watched it cut open his palm. The blood started to pour slowly, but after a minute, it started to fall down on the floor like rain during a hurricane. Rin watched the red cover over the white. It was so satisfying. He liked to imagined the blood being that of his brother's. He wished it could be Yukio's hand, and Yukio's blood staining the elegant floor. If he tried hard enough, he could almost hear the exorcist's screams.
When Rin was just a child, Gehenna had seemed like this mystical land full of promise and hope. But being in Gehenna day in and day out, had quickly lost any hope or promise. It was just so boring. So terribly boring. Everybody was afraid of the young demon prince, something he used to relish in, but now it made him realize just how lonely he was. Sometimes, in his weakest moments, he would long to have Yukio by his side. He hated himself. He hated his pathetic need for brotherly love.
Satan has begun to train his young son but without the usual urgency present whenever the two were in the same room. Rin learned move after move. How to get people to trust him and how to then exploit that very same trust. He loved blade weaponry most of all. He thought strangling was more personal, but a sword had a certain aspect of flare that physical contact appeared to lack.
One day as Rin laid in his bed, he was overcome with regret. For what, he did not know. Perhaps for betraying his brother or for failing his father by not killing Yukio. This puzzled the demon prince. Sure, he may have disliked the idea of failing Satan, but he did not regret it. The situation at the time was too out of his control. All the cards were in Yukio's hand. If he had managed to somehow defeat Yukio, it wouldn't have been a victory. In order to win, Rin would have to control the situation entirely. He was a son of Satan, he refused to get by on good luck alone. He was no fool. He was not as idiotic as Yukio, not as pathetic.
There was one thing however that the boys shared, the inability to give up. No matter what they would not give in and let their foes win. It was not in their nature. Though when the two went up against each other, there of course had to be a loser and a winner. If there were such as winners and losers. And when Rin sat in his bed, fists coiled around his blanket, he decided once and for all, that when the moment came, he would not lose.
Author's Note
Okay so this came out a tad bit later than I planned. I started a new school year and I was pretty stressed out because of it. This story just didn't seem like a top priority. But honestly, I missed writing this thing.
Sorry if there are more mistakes than usual, I didn't get multiple people to read it before hand.
So, I got a fictionpress account. Normally I do one chapter stories, but right now I'm writing a multi chapter story. If you like this you may like this thing I wrote called The Room. If you wanted to you could check it out, but idk what your life's like, you do you. https/m./u/1115901/fi3rwr
I'll try and update again soon :)