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"Where is the old fart?"

The long anticipated answer had been given, and it was the answer I had least expected. I'd asked time and time again, and sure enough, I'd gotten what I wanted. I got my answer. But not the one I wanted. The old man... Ugh, I guess it's long due I addressed him properly, huh? Dad is dead. But that wasn't where it ended because for some damn reason, I... I had no memories of this. I was missing a good chunk from this year. But why? What...What even caused this? How did this happen? Is it permanent? Can this be fixed? What-

And suddenly, my heart dropped when I thought of something else:

What else have I missed? Oh God. This wasn't happening.

Questions whirled around the insides of my brain, my vision swimming. So many damn questions. Okay, Rin, breathe. Get your priorities straight. First things first. A lump began to form in my throat when I went to speak, blocking every word from pouring out. I could feel my eyes begin to well up but I pushed the tears back. No, nope. Not going to cry. Not happening. I painfully swallowed the lump in my throat whilst feeling very foolish.

Eventually, I choked out the first thing on my mind. "H-How? How did the old man die?"

I almost winced at the strangled voice that emerged from the confines of my throat. That wasn't my voice, was it? Yukio and... and... What was her name again? Sh-Shor-Shur... Come on! That big breasted red-head and Yukio glanced at one another. Why was Yukio relying on others to help him with all my questions? I don't understand. He couldn't answer any of them himself, why? Why why why?! Why bring me to a bunch of strangers?! Oh jeez, I can already feel a headache coming on.

"He...," my brother started quietly. "He died protecting you."

Protecting me?

I probably got into some horrible fight. That sounded the most like me. Oh, I bet this was all my fault, wasn't it? It always is. God dammit! Why was I so reckless? It's all my fault. My mouth went dry. I couldn't look at anyone knowing it was my fault, so I focused on the floor. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. It was probably my fault, but I shouldn't jump to conclusions. I needed to hear it myself.

"From... what?" Oh God, I don't want to hear what I might hear.

"From Father, of course," the clown stepped in.

My head shot up. What? My brow furrowed. I don't understand. "Dad died... protecting me from himself?"

The bastard of a clown started to laugh at my expense and I felt my heart seize in anger. What the hell was so funny?! Was this some goddamn joke to him!?

"Goodness, you really are clueless." He chuckled, wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes.

I sent a glare his way. "Yeah, well, who asked you?! Who the hell are you anyway?!" I snapped, my temper getting the best of me for a moment.

"My, aren't you the little demon." the clown sneered, clearly mocking me.

I faltered slightly, memories from the past popping up. "Hey! I-I'm not a demon, got that?!"

His grin grew wide. "My name is Mephisto Pheles," he vivaciously bowed, that weird cape sweeping behind him. "I'm the president of True Cross Academy."

True Cross Academy? Isn't that Yukio's high school? Yeah, yeah! That is! Are you seriously telling me he's the headmaster of that school?! There is no way that is true, that's definitely bullshit.

"I'm also the director of the Japan branch of the Knights of the True Cross..." He stated proudly, before adding slyly, "... and your guardian."

What?! Okay, I had to draw the line in the sand somewhere. This was totally bullshit. There's no way this is true, right? This creepy clown is… No! Screw that! And what's the Knights of the True Cross? No, never mind, that can wait, if he even is, how did this guy become my guardian?! I wanted to gag at the very thought.

"Rin… Father Fujimoto... He," Yukio sighed. "He died by the hands of the most powerful demon."

Demon? I blinked, "Yukio, demons don't even exist."

"That is where you are wrong, dear boy," the irritating clown spoke. I had the sneaking suspicion he was going to say something completely world shattering that I was going to hate, judging by how he told me Dad was dead.

Oh, have mercy on me, please!

"You wondered why you had a tail, did you not?" He loomed over me, and I resisted the urge to back away. "Your ears, teeth and tail are all because you are a child of a demon." He continued, oblivious to my discomfort.

I froze in place. I was...I was… What?! I heard Yukio let out a loud sound of shock at the bluntness.

"Mephisto, what the hell are you playing at?!" The red head demanded.

"I'm... I'm what?" I could feel my hands begin to shake.

"Why, my dear boy,"

"Sir Pheles, don't-!" Yukio shouted, lurching forward.

"You are the child of the demon of all demons, you…"

"Don't!"

"… Are the…"

"Don't say another damn word!

"… Son of Satan," Mephisto finished, a dark glint in his eyes.

And just like that, my whole world crumbled around me and for the second time that day, my brother flew at 'Mephisto'. I didn't bother to stop him this time. The red head darted forward and encased him in her arms, preventing him from tackling Mephisto.

I was in shock. I... I've always been haunted by everyone around me calling me a monster. Calling me a freak and a demon. Everywhere I went, without fail, I was always reminded. And the old man-Dad had always told me otherwise, reassuring me that I was human. But he lied, didn't he? It looks like everyone was right. They were always right. I hope they're proud of themselves because I'm actually a demon. I am a monster. I'm a freak. No. No, no, no. It's not true. It can't be. This asshole of a clown was just messing with me, right? That's why Yukio is so mad. Dad wouldn't lie to his own son, right?

I don't understand. Goddammit, I'm... I'm human, right?! There are people out there who are way more demonic than me! But... But I've got a tail. And sharp teeth. And pointed ears.

Oh no. Oh no no no. I really am the son of Satan, aren't I? Wait, no. No. Not Yukio too, right? He wasn't a monster like me too, was he?!

"Yukio! Don't tell me your-!" I began.

He shook his head, stopping his struggling in the red heads arms, who'd restrained him this time instead of me. "I'm completely human."

I bit my lip and looked to the floor trying to process everything. How am I just finding this out about myself?! I don't understand how I never had a tail before if I was born this way.! What does this have to do with the old man's death anyway, huh? How does me being the son of Satan even connect with Dad – Should I even call him Dad anymore?! – dying?!

I don't understand.

I shakenly spoke, "How does this relate to the old man's death?"

Yukio looked down at the floor, not meeting my eyes. "... Satan possessed him, which resulted in his death. Father Fujimoto… Dad couldn't be saved. There was nothing that could have been done," Yukio explained. "I'm sorry, Rin."

This was too much to handle at once. I can't. I glanced over at the clown. He was still smiling. I can't... I can't do this. My head is spinning. I can't even breathe. I can't handle this anymore. I can hear my own pulse pounding rapidly in my ears. Everything was staring to spin and my heart seize to the point that it hurt. I can't breathe. It's too much to handle. Oh God, help me!

I don't understand.

'Freak.'

Stop.

'Monster.'

Stop!

'Demon.'

STOP!

And suddenly I bolted out of the room and out of the inn. The people and surroundings whirled past me. Yukio and the red head shouted after me but their efforts were quickly fading into the background and finally into nothingness. Where was I headed? I obviously had no idea and I didn't give a damn. I needed to get away.