A/N: You are all in for a treat. This is the longest chapter of the story thus far so I hope you enjoy.

A big thank you to KawaiiiPotato, Attackoneverything, and inlovewithshizaya for the reviews! I appreciate it! Thank you to all that decided to follow and/or favorite this story as well. You know who you are. I unfortunately did not keep track this time on how many I gained but it was quite a few. Seriously, for all the review and follow/favorite this story, this is what helps drive it forward. Thank you!

KawaiiiPotato: I hope you like the longer chapter. I wonder how you will take this chapter. Aren't cliffhangers your best friend along with Mephisto? XP Haha, thank you!

Attackoneverything: Aren't I just mean? I keep putting Rin through Hell. I'm sorry. :( But it makes one hell of a story, doesn't it?

inlovewithshizaya: Haha, good thing you found the story. You would be missing out on something. I hope you like it.

Before we get started on chapter 7, I am going to pass the rest of this off to my coauthor.

Yo! It's Evilneko101 here; I'm writing this chapter for the most part! I hope you're enjoying ShadeAllure's fantabulous story, because I like writing/beta-ing it! Now, just to note, this chapter will be mainly 1st person, but near the middle, we'll have a third person POV in which we spectate Yukio before switching back to Rin.

Thank you, and enjoy!

When I came back to my senses after my little freak out, my heart was pounding viciously in my chest, my lungs were burning, and yet I was still running. My agile legs pumping at an incredible rate as I ran... somewhere... at an astounding pace. To be dead honest, I wasn't really sure where I was going, I was just kind of letting my feet carry me someplace. Somewhere away from all this nonsense. My thoughts were clouded, I felt light-headed and my head was spinning, but regardless, I shook it off. I just kept running, ignoring the shocked shouts of bystanders that I zoomed past.

Nothing mattered to me now, all I cared about was getting away. This was just way too much to take in at once, and I needed to process this somewhere else before I flew off the damn handle.

The surrounding area went from city to forest, and my feet crunched against dead and dried leaves. I raced past trees, moss, rocks and whatever else, running farther down the trail and startling several hikers along the way. Minutes went by and the trail soon disappeared beneath my feet, leaving me running blindly through the woods. Minor setback. Don't care. Need to run. I've got to let it go. Let it go, Rin! Ahahahah... hahaha... haha... ha... haha... ha.

Suddenly, I stopped. Seriously? Am I kidding myself right now?! Where in the hell did that even come from? Oh jeez, I'm starting to lose it, whatever that meant. I... I don't even know whether to laugh or just cry at the fact that I'm actually going insane! Haha! I feel like I'm dying right now, holy crap. Shaking my head at my own ridiculousness, I broke into another sprint, gulping down deep breaths of air as I went along, even though my lungs ached for more. My arms pumped by my side as I crashed through underbrush and bramble, completely oblivious as they tore my arms and legs into ribbons, small rivulets of blood dribbling out of the tiny wounds.

Briar and branches skittered out of my way as I ran, the trees thinning out. I burst through a bush (ouch, thorns!) and found myself in a clearing. Suddenly, my left foot rammed against something and I let out a surprised curse as I flew forward, tripping over a rather large rock. I landed flat of my stomach, the wind getting clear knocked out of me as the front of my body was scraped viciously against the ground and my skin was torn open. Wow, what was I supposed to be? Cheese on a grater? Ouch! I groaned, rolling over and trying to get in a breath. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest, pounding against the skin that confined it and I laid on my back, slowly regaining my breath.

God, how long have I been running? Where am I?

I rolled back on my stomach, my palms stinging against the dirt and sat up on my knees. I went to stand but gasped and fell back down when a sharp pain shot up my left ankle. Great. Twisted it. Easing myself up again, blood oozing out of the numerous scrapes on my knees, I leaned mostly on my right leg and didn't put a lot of pressure on it. The air twisted around my head, tickling the back of my neck, and playing with my feathery locks of raven black hair. I looked around to see that this was not, in fact, a clearing.

This was the edge of a cliff.

A cold feeling washed over me when I realized that, if I hadn't tripped, I probably would've toppled right off the cliff. That'd be a pathetic way to go out, right? Jeez. Sighing a bit at my own idiocy, I shifted my weight to my left leg, realizing my mistake too late. But... instead of pain like I'd expected, nothing happened. Didn't I twist my ankle? I looked down, expecting to see a swollen bruised ankle as well as several cuts and bruises but… there was nothing.

What... the hell? I flipped over my palm, and watched in morbid fascination as the scrapes on my palm slowly stitched themselves back together, until the skin was back to being as pale as ever without a single scar. Holy shit! Wow. I really was a freak, wasn't I? Slowly, my hand sank back down lower and lower until it went back to swinging limply at my side, and my shoulders slumped. Right. That was why I was running away. Sighing, I plopped down on a fallen tree and rested my chin in the palm of my newly healed hand. What... what happened to me?

The smell of burning flesh, decay, and ash was strong in the air, making me feel sick. A feeling of utter panic overwhelmed me and I resisted the urge to throw up. I groped up at nothing before my hand wrapped around something hard, thin, and sturdy that I've been struggling to reach for: The Koma sword. All that ran through my mind was how it was going to provide me the strength I needed to get out of this mess. The words the old man and Satan had said about the sword replayed in my head over and over again. I stared at the sword for several moments while I held onto the priest's body in my left arm. I hesitate for a moment, before my eyes filled with steely determination, my mind made up.

"You old fart! I still haven't shown you I've grown up! Don't you die on me!" I yelled, and with a steady resolve, I yanked the sword from the sheath.

Blue flames danced along the blade until the sword was completely drawn. An eruption of blinding blue light filled the room as the flames coated my body and danced around my fingers as an overwhelming sense of power briefly stunned me. Shades of blue swirled before my eyes, and letting out a scream born of intent, I jumped to only swing down the sword and the gate burned into nothingness, completely obliterated.

I jerked back and fell off the fallen tree trunk, gasping for air. Shaking wildly, bile crept up my throat and I leaned to the side, throwing up. When I finished, I sat back and held my face in my hands. What...what the HELL WAS THAT?! What the hell was that supposed to be?! Why did I... why did I have to see that? Shakily, I wiped my mouth, ignoring the awful taste that still lingered and stood up. I stumbled over to the edge of the cliff, away from the acidic smell of my own vomit. Breathing deeply, I swung my legs a bit and looked out at the city of Kyoto. Oddly enough, this cliff overlooked the entire town. Hell, I could see the Inn from here. I must've run a long way.

Sighing, I rubbed my eyes and leaned on my left arm, enjoying the view for a minute. Look, there's the Kyoto Tower... I think? Maybe I could visit that place. I remember that I was supposed to come to this city for a field trip years ago, but I skipped out on it. Better late than never, right? Sight-seeing might help me get my mind off of all this bullshit. Slowly standing up, I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and shaking myself, trying to push those images out of my thoughts. I followed my own trail of destruction (did I really crash though all of these bushes?) back to the actual trail.


Yukio burst into the room where he was told his students were meeting up before the Kyoto trio were to take the rest of the class on a tour around the city. The door slammed open loudly, effectively startling them, eliciting a few shrieks of surprise as a couple jumped.

"Yuki!" Shiemi jumped in surprise, eyeing his disheveled state. "Are you okay?"

"Jeez, try not to give us all a heart attack!" Shima shook his head, holding a hand over his heart.

Gasping for air, Yukio tried to form a sentence but in his state of panic, all he could form were broken sounds that vaguely resembled words. Suguro stared at him in confusion.

"Shima! Don't be so disrespectful," Konekomaru reprimanded. "I apologize for his behavior, Mr. Okumura-" He broke off, looking Yukio up and down.

"What spooked you? A ghost or something," Izumo blandly asked, looking up at Yukio.

"Guys, shut up! He's trying to say something," Suguro barked and the group fell silent – Izumo surprisingly not arguing.

"I... It... It's... R-R... Rin," Yukio panted. "It's Rin."

The room fell so quiet that a pin drop would have sounded like a loud drum.

"What happened to Rin," Shiemi demanded, standing up.

"H... He ran... away... somewhere. I n-need help... finding him..." Yukio gasped out.

"What's going on, Teach?" Suguro asked, quirking a brow.

"Are you dumb or something? He literally just said Okumura ran off somewhere! And he's kind of panicking right now. Obviously something bad happened, you absolute meat-head." Izumo scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

"You know, you're a real piece of work! Are you seriously incapable of not being a brat for more than a minute-!" Suguro started, standing up before being cut off by Konekomaru.

"Bon! Behave yourself!" He reprimanded. "Don't go starting something. This is serious."

Reluctantly, Suguro slowly sat back down, glaring at Izumo.

She sniffed in disdain and looked over at Yukio. "Now, what happened? What can we do for you?"

Yukio, having regained his breath, cleared his throat and leveled eyes with all his students. "I apologize for my behavior, but my brother became overwhelmed because of... events... and he ran off. He's pretty freaked out and I may need help in regards of finding him before he hurts himself or someone else. So, I'm asking if any of you would be willing to help?"

Suguro snorted. "Wow. Seriously, it is this early in the morning and that moron's already causing trouble. What an idiot." Bon shook his head, pushing down the twinge of concern that leaked into his head. "Yeah, I'll help. Gives me an excuse to cuff 'im on the head for being stupid."

"Whatever. That dolt better not be wasting my time." Izumo rolled her eyes.

A tick mark appeared on Suguro's forehead. "If you could be less of a bitch about this, that'd be great-!"

"Bon, quiet." Shima socked him on the shoulder, before looking up at Yukio. "I'd be happy to help. Okumura is a good guy after all."

Konekomaru looked briefly conflicted, before sighing. "I'm in. Okumura saved us all, this is the least we can do to repay him."

"Of course I'll help, Yuki! Rin's my friend!" Shiemi burst out with a surprising amount of gusto.

Yukio sighed in relief, grateful to have the extra help. "Okay, here's what we'll do. All of us will cover a different part of the town in search of him. Keep your phones ready and contact Shima, Konekomaru, or Suguro if you get lost since they know the city. Contact me immediately as soon as you find him. I have a couple ideas on where he might be. Now, Suguro..."


Jeez, finally. It had taken about half an hour, but I'd managed to get back into the main city and found my way to the tower with the help of a couple kind citizens. I marveled at the view from Kyoto Tower, staring out from the area where you could use those binocular thingies to overlook the town. This... was actually pretty damn cool. The old man might like to see this sometime. And suddenly, a cold feeling washed over me when I remembered. Oh yeah, he's dead. That's right, I'd almost forgotten. You know, just like I've forgotten everything else from the past few goddamn months.

How nice.

Sighing, I backed away from the open area and leaned against the wall behind me, the unfamiliar faces of bystanders flitting around me left and right. A little girl with big green eyes looked over at me and, not wanting to look grumpy in front of a child, I made a silly face at her and shot her a wide smile. She giggled and chased after her mother. Slowly, the grin I'd flashed at her faded away and suddenly I felt very alone. What was I supposed to do, now that that old fart was gone? Or, what have I been doing all this time?

Too many frickin' questions.

I'd run off to forget about all of this for a little bit (now that I think about it, Yukio's probably losing his shit. Oops.) but regardless, the thoughts were still plaguing my mind. Damn. Shaking my head, I popped up from the wall, exploring a bit more and pushing the thoughts away. Not today, Satan-

Okay, let's not think about Satan either. Still not over that yet.

I wandered around the area, going down several flights of stairs, when suddenly the back of my neck prickled. Was someone watching me? I looked behind me slowly and my eyes met a pair of caramel colored brown eyes. The person stared at me for a solid five seconds, before he looked pissed. Very, very pissed off.

"Okumura!" He yelled, attracting attention from other bystanders.

"Eh?" Was all I was able to so eloquently say.

He bolted towards me and all I could dumbly think of was how cool his piercings were before his fist became well acquainted with my face.

Ouch.