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The room fell silent at my outburst and everyone had their eyes on me. Why are they so quiet?! Yukio knows I hate silence; it always makes me feel uneasy. Are they trying to hide something from me? Yukio looked like he was having an internal battle with himself while the big breasted girl was staring intently at him, as if waiting for something. But what?! I didn't know, and frankly, it was pissing me off. That creepy clown on the other hand had this smug smirk on his face, as if he knew something I didn't. Shit, I wanted so badly to slap that smirk off his stupid face!
"What's is going on? Why doesn't anyone want to answer?! Where is the old fart," I demanded for the second time.
"Come on, wimpy four-eyes, tell him," the red head-boob lady said earnestly, nudging Yukio in the side as if to get him moving.
He adjusted his glasses in an agitated fashion and glared at her. "It isn't that simple! How am I supposed to tell him-" He cut himself off, sighing heavily.
Whoa! Yukio sounded pissed! Did something happen to the old man after all? No, there's no way, right? He's too stubborn to have something happen to him.
"Rin," my brother finally sighed. "Father Fujimoto is... is d-"
"Back at your monastery," the clown abruptly interrupted.
The arura around the room change. It was like a flip had switched. "What the hell?! What are you doing, you asshole," the huge breasted lady demanded.
I blinked in confusion. Why are they so upset with him for saying that?
The clown guy continued, blatantly ignoring both Yukio and the red head's outraged faces. "In fact, I'll take you to see him right now! Eins…"
"Sir Pheles, don't," Yukio cried.
The clown flamboyantly continued while I on-looked in confusion. "Zwei…"
"Don't do this to him," the red-head yelled.
What the hell is going on?
"Drei!" He suddenly he grabbed my wrist in a vice-like grip and snapped his fingers. In an instant, a poof of pink smoke enveloped the two of us with Yukio's and the red-head's screaming fading away.
I coughed as I tried to wave the pink smoke away from me with my free hand. "What…," I coughed, "the hell?"
When the smoked cleared I found myself in street clothes. This made me feel free as my tail was no longer trapped. It was quite a relief. I looked around, taking in the sight of the outside of the monastery I grew up in. I was in the grave yard with the clown standing next to me. "How did I get here?!"
"Ah, here we are." He said, either ignoring or not hearing me. My gut told me it was probably the former.
I followed his gaze to... a grave? We were standing in front of a grave. I stared at him, only noticing at that moment his change in attire. He now had a top hat that I swear wasn't there before along with a cape that flapped in the wind. The shadow from the brim of the hat shadowed his eyes, but I could feel him peering at me with those strange green eyes. He pointed towards the tombstone with his now gloved hand, gesturing for me to read the name, "Here he is!"
I followed his hand. My eyes shot opened as I read the name:
Father Shiro Fujimoto.
No! No. No. No. NO! This is not happening. I shook my head and closed my eyes tightly. I gripped my own hair and began to pull to be sure that I wasn't dreaming.
Hesitantly I looked from the clown to the gravestone and back again several times with a horrible, even terrifying feeling swirling in my gut.
Father Shiro Fujimoto.
No. Nope. Not real. It can't be real. The old fart is way too stubborn to die. This has to be a grave belonging to someone else. It just has to be. I read the name again:
Father Shiro Fujimoto.
I read the name over and over and over again until I began to feel dizzy. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to throw up but I couldn't. I could feel the tears fighting their way to my eyes. I clinched both my teeth and fists. There is no way this is happening. I could feel myself begin to shake. How could I forget the person who had raised me had died? A tear or two made their way down my cheeks. I brushed them away with my sleeve when suddenly I was pissed.
I whirled around and grabbed the clown by the collar, yanking him down to my level. "Is this your idea of some sick joke?! Because if it is, it isn't funny! Do you see me laughing, you bastard," I demanded as my low growl escalating into a shout.
The damn clown only smirked in my face and was unfazed by my behavior. "Why don't you read the name on the headstone again and see if I'm joking?"
I looked at the name on the grave once more. I didn't want to. I really, really didn't want to, but still, I did. I stared at it. Something told me to look away, to not believe in what I was witnessing. Why was I even listening to this clown? He could be lying to me, right? He could be deceiving me. I should just run into the monastery and see if the old man is there for myself unless he left on one of his so called 'exorcisms.'
I couldn't just run away though. I suddenly let go of the clown's shirt collar and looked away, swallowing the bile in my throat. I didn't even want to begin to think about it, but this clown might not be messing with me. I need to talk to Yukio. Yukio would tell me, right? I swallowed again and looked up at the clown, whose smirk only grew larger at the look on my face. That bastard.
"Take me back to Yukio right now," I spoke flatly.
"Already? Why, it's only been a couple minutes," the clown acted as if he was hurt.
"This isn't up for discussion! Take me back! Now," I yelled.
"Very well. Eins, zwei, drei!"
In another puff of pink smoke, we were sent hurtling back in front of a pissed looking red-head and my borderline hysterical twin brother. Yukio leapt towards the clown.
"Yukio, don't," the red-head began to shout but it was too late.
Yukio tackled the clown to the ground, slamming his head against the floor. "Where did you take my brother? What did you show him?! Tell me now!" Yukio screamed in his face.
The clown only grinned and I yanked Yukio off of him. "Yukio," I shouted.
"Rin," Yukio shouted back, looking miffed and struggling in my arms, trying to get out of the vice-like grip I had around his waist.
"Yukio." I firmly said, leveling eyes with my distressed twin.
Yukio finally relaxed, sending one last hateful glance towards the clown – who was miraculously standing and unharmed – then looked at me, sighing as I let him go. "What?"
I took a deep breath, fearing his answer but needing to hear the words. "Yukio… I need to know about the old man. Father Fujimoto… Dad is… He's dead, isn't he," I asked quietly.
Yukio looked very, very conflicted for a minute, before finally, he sighed out what I was dreading the answer would be. "Yes."
