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-TheEyeOfTheFlame.
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When Rin opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was that it was dark.
The surroundings that lay before him bore no colour nor familiarity, and it took every effort just to stand upright without tumbling.
After finally managing to stand, he began to gingerly walk through the darkness, arms reaching out before him in a vain attempt to see the unseen. Yet nothing was there, and all attempts to find a sense of recollection grew pointless.
It was beginning to freak Rin out.
"If I'm the only one here? What does that mean for everyone else.."He whispered."No, I'm going to find a way out, if I somehow got here then there must be a way in..."
With his newly found confidence, Rin set off on a quest to find an end to this dark abyss.
Soon each step seemed to weigh a tonne, and he wound up listening to each of his footfalls, just to make sure that he was even marching at all.
If possible the surrounding fog, seemed to grow thicker, and over time the usually strong teen grew weaker and weaker until finally reaching the point where he could feel his legs no more.
Falling, to what must be the ground, his confidence sank with him. Reduced, to a speck of what it once was mere moments prior.
"Damnit!"He cried, but it was all in vain, his legs were unwilling to co-operate.
"Damnit. Now is that the proper way to greet your dad?" The unexpected tones seemed to split the darkness like a hot knife through butter.
"Whos there?" No it's not him he's dead, his mind protested.
"Oh my dear, dear son, it's been a while hasn't it?" The voice whispered, from behind Rin, it's cold breaths falling upon his exposed neck.
"Dad?" Rin finally managed to choke out, turning around ever so slowly as not to tempt fate, he soon found himself gazing upon the grinning face of the late Shuro Fujimoto.
"It is you! But how? You're dead, I watched you die!" Rin exclaimed, clenching his fists in his jumpers fabric in an attempt to hold back the flow of tears threatening to cascade down his cheeks.
Gently Shuro raised his hand and placed it upon Rin's clenched one, the warm flesh of Shuro's calloused hand seemed to calm the young teen, and just as he was about to leap into a long awaited hug, Shuro raised his other hand and thrust it hard into Rin's exposed neck.
Rin, to shocked to react, fell backwards, head smacking against the pavement, and bright lights assaulted his vision leaving him momentarily blinded.
"Wait, pavement?"He mused.
Then with another jerk of the neck, Rin found dark red ringed eyes staring back into his blue ones, and the image of Shuro all but shattered before him, leaving behind a maniacal grin and those blood red, dark, eyes.
"Oh, the joy I feel while watching you squirm in my hands!" The demon reeled.
"You! How could you play my dad like that!" Rin exclaimed through clenched teeth.
"Easy really, the subconscious mind is a wonderful place! So I figured since you felt so fondly of the old fool that the one way to spike your attention was to play him, and play him I did." Satan grinned.
"Wait, subconscious mind?"
"Yes, that's what I said."He sighed, giving Rin the look that clearly said: 'are you serious?'
"Is this your mind then?" Rin questioned, unsure on how to talk to the Lord of demons.
"What? No, you have got to be kidding! Can't, you even tell when you are in your own mind? You stupid boy!" He laughed at Rin's shocked expression." Anyway, this is too bland for me, too empty, no flame."
"But it's so dark." Rin countered.
It's so dark. The words seemed to linger in the air like the damp of the morning sun.
"Well, what did you expect? Buttercups and daisies?" Satan laughed.
However, Rin was not listening to him, and his laugh was all but wasted; for the young teens, eyes and ears were somewhere else entirely.
"Oh no, Kurikara I don't have it on me!"Rin muttered panicked, his eyes trying in vain to seek it out, but Satan still heard him.
"Well, of course, you don't have it, I took it from you." Satan jeered, and with a click of his fingers, it was there.
The sheath although still closed, was all but shattered and the blue flames poured freely out like blood from a cut artery. Spurting outwards, they stained the blackened surroundings in blue, making the world around them just that little clearer.
"What did you do to it?" Rin cried, limping heavily towards it.
"I did nothing, this is what you did, by fighting against it." Satan proclaimed as he glided behind the sword with practised ease, making it twirl in the darkness: sparks flying graciously at every slash and swing.
"By the way, I'd prefer it if you didn't call me 'you' all the time. It's either Dad or Lord, now choose."
"I will not obey that order, for you haven't gained my respect." Rin spat.
In response to the lack of his wanted respect, Satan all but ripped the sheath off of Kurikara, casting it aside like litter and watched it break away completely until there was nothing left in sight.
Rin stared at the sword in horror, and he tried his hardest to not let the flames win. He would not fall like this, not now, not ever!
"Tsk, just like his mother," Satan muttered, " so stubborn."
Rin's flames burnt their sweet sorrows; almost pleading him to touch it so that they could reach salvation by finding a purpose. His eyes burned violet in a vain attempt to keep them within as they fought between the colour of the flame and his natural shade. And his ears all but screamed at the constant change in size.
"Come now Rin, you know you want to touch it,"Satan whispered.
The flames attacked in brutal mutiny against their young master leaving littered scars on his face and neck.
Satan all but sneered at his son, this was not supposed to be, his son was supposed to accept the flames and in turn accept him, but what he was seeing now, however, did not fall into that image.
"My son, be faithful to the flames! Accept them and they will set you free, if you put them out you will flicker out with them!" He cried.
Rin, hearing those words made his choice.
With the last bit of his remaining strength, he surged his flames outwards bringing colour to the darkness, giving him sight and freedom. The dark fog all but cleared and trickled away like sand in the wind, and all that was left was himself and the leering shadow of his supposed father.
"If I am to accept them, then I will use them to light my way in the fight against the darkness! And that includes you!" Rin proclaimed as he rose painstakingly to his feet.
"Oh, my son, how you amuse me,"Satan whispered before he too flickered away.
The surroundings, now clear of all the darkness, were all too familiar to the young teen.
There was a small Monastery filled with laughing happy faces stood before him.
"Ah, and the pavements there too, So I was right in assuming the flames showed me what was hidden."He mused while rubbing the back of his head.
He walked slowly up to the windows and smiled at his family fighting over what to have for dinner, as usual, and how little Yukio just continued to read merrily in the corner.
Wait, Little!
He pressed his face against the glass and banged his fist on its frame to gather the little boy's attention. The small Yukio raised his head and gave a sheepish grin before continuing to read his book.
He'd completely forgotten, he needed to get back! But how?
"Okay so if this is my mind, maybe I can pinch myself awake?" He then proceeded to pinch himself hard on the forearm only to find it did nothing but hurt.
Rin at a loss of what to do now observed his family, plainly once more, through the glass. Seeming to forget the once looming darkness, in the memories of his past and childhood.
Then again, if he had only raised his head a little higher, he would have noticed the advancing surge of blue in the glass's reflection, and perhaps maybe then, the darkness wouldn't have claimed him again so soon.
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- The EyeOfTheFlame.