A/N: This story hasn't even been posted for a day and it has gotten so much attention already. :D Usually I update about once a month for my main stories such as Peer Into the Abyss so I normally don't do this, but since you guys are so awesome, here is a second chapter. It is short and pretty much dialogue driven. I hope you don't mind since I wrote this in such a short amount of time.
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Yukio's eyes shot up to meet mine. He looked concerned at first but then that changed to stern. Was he mad at me for something? Yukio sat up as he pushed his glasses up like he usually does when he is annoyed. "Rin," he sighed. "I don't have time for your games! So cut the crap! Why would you even joke about Father Fujimoto like that?! Why are you being so disrespectful towards him?"
I blinked. "Joke?" He thinks I'm messing around.
"Because of you and your recklessness, I have to file a report to the Vatican! And there is also your execution that you should be worrying about."
I never seen Yukio go off like this. What is he talking about? Vatican? Execution? My eyes were wide. "Ex-Execution? I'm going to be executed?! For what? By who?"
"I should have expected that you would forget. That's just like you," Yukio shouted.
I clenched my teeth together as I stared at the patterns on my yukata. My grip on the fabric tightened. Why is Yukio making everything more confusing? He isn't helping whatsoever. I thought he was the cool headed twin. "Yukio, since when do you become so angry? A-Are you… okay?"
"You told me you understood the mess you were in! RIn, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. You're lucky that Mephisto is willing to protect you!" He stood up.
"Who? What are you talking about four-eyes?!" I also stood, "Fine. I don't need your help! I'll get Father Fujimoto instead. Hopefully he won't lecture me on things that doesn't make any sense!" I began to storm off only to have Yukio grab onto my wrist, not letting go.
Yukio's glasses were cover by a glare as he hung his head. "Why are you doing this to yourself, Rin? Are you afraid of yourself? Father Fujimoto...-"
Yukio stopped when the pink haired teen walked in and the room fell dead silent. The teen went up to the vending machine to get a drink and when he turned around, he finally noticed us.
"Oh, morning Mr. Okumura. Rin," he took a sip of his drink.
"Morning Shima. I take it you slept here." Does Yukio know this guy? I looked at my brother with a questionable look.
"Yeah, I didn't want to go home. Oh, Okumura, I was meaning to tell you but you got up so fast I never got the chance." Wait, is he talking to me? "Word is we head back to Tokyo in a couple of days. Ms. Kirigakure said we've got tomorrow off! So if it sounds like fun to you-"
"We're not in Tokyo?!" I interrupted.
Yukio sighed, "We're in Kyoto, Rin."
I rubbed my head as I sat down slowly. "I've never been to Kyoto before… I missed my junior high field trip…"
I changed cities overnight now, too? Didn't that girl say I've been here for at least a couple of days? I pinched the bridge of my nose as I closed my eyes. Why? I'm already confused and things keep getting more and more confusing. Is the old man back at the monastery or did he come with? I must have gotten into another fight. Why can't I remember getting here? How do these people know me? I began to ruffle my hair in annoyance with a groan. The same questions kept repeating themselves in my mind over and over again.
"Rin!"
"Earth to Okumura!"
I looked up at my brother and the pink haired teen. "Huh?"
"You've been acting weird since you woke up," the teen stated.
I blinked, "I-I have?"
"What do you mean, Shima," Yukio asked.
"When he woke up, Rin and Shiemi were talking and he seemed off, you know? I don't know how exactly."
Yukio looked at me as he began to stare. I raised a brow at him, "What is with the staring, little bro?"
"Oh, Rin. I told you that I can't keep cleaning up your messes. What are you doing? What did you do," Yukio asked.
"I didn't do anything! Why do you and the old man always assume I did something?!"
"Old man," the teen questioned.
Yukio sighed again as he adjusted his glasses once more. "He means Father Shiro Fujimoto, the man who raised us. Rin keeps bringing him up."
"Oh, you mean the late paladin, I remember."
"Hey! I am right here you know?! What the hell is a paladin? Where is the old man? Yukio, why haven't you been answering any of my questions? And how do you know this guy?" This is getting more than frustrating. How long have I been trying to get answers out of my brother? I still haven't gotten anywhere.
Yukio's eyes widened in shock and as he looked at me. "Rin, what are you talking about? This is Renzo Shima. You know him from cram school."
"Ow. How could you forget the coolest guy on your coolness ranking list," Shim-Shem-the pink haired teen's jaw dropped.
"Cram school? Yukio, you do remember that I've dropped out of school, don't you?"
