Tada! Once again have updated! Hehe, I'm so proud of myself! Ahhh, now on to the story, but first!

Note: I've changed my mind this will have a lemon in it, just because! Plus don't worry YAOI fans this will strictly be bxb no hetro here! I'll change Rin back to a guy soon! I promise for now enjoy!

Chapter 9

/ "How old are you?" /

Amaimon brought his hand up to his mouth chewing on his black thumb-nail.

"I think I'm 830 years old, but I believe I would be," here he quirked his head looking up again, "16 and a half if I counted in human years."

Rin's jaw dropped, pointing at him with amazed eyes sparklingly and tail wagging in excitement,

"You've lived 830 years? What in the name Gehenna are you, immortal? Wait, do all demons live that long? If they do, does that mean I will? I mean that would be kind of cool…But still, 830 years?"

Amaimon took the nail out of his mouth, smirking as he interrupted her string of babbling,

"I believe that is more than one question. I think that's against the rules, ne? Truth or Dare? And give me a pocky-stick."

Rin slumped back annoyed rolling her eyes. She shook her head letting her hair and tail sway as she sat fuming. She tossed one at him and answered grudgingly,

"Truth."

Amaimon pouted, but never the less said with the stick in his mouth,

"Why do you play around with those humans?"

The younger answered back matter-a-factly and without hesitation,

"Because they are my friends. Why?" she brushed a forelock away from her face. "Is there some rule that I can't have human friends?"

The Earth King shook his head frowning,

"Iie, but it's frowned upon, Tō-san would go ballistic if he found out. He hates humans." He stated this in a matter-of-factly attitude. "Oh and give me a pocky-stick, you broke the rules."

Rin gasped and puffing out her cheeks handed over a chocolate covered stick. She looked inside the box and found only three left. 'Damn…I need to stop yakking…I only have twelve minutes until the train stops to get what I need from him—without losing either.'

"Truth or Dare?"

The elder, opposite of her replied with,

"Truth."

Once again the half-demon was taken aback by his choice. For sure, she thought that he would want to do something considered fun. But hey if the kid wanted to…

"You keep popping up everywhere."

It was a statement, not a question, though Amaimon nodded anyways to humor her. The first stick devoured and the second pocky-stick now being chewed.

"And you keep messing with me."

Nod.

"You've attacked me three times."

Nod, and comment, "Yeah, but you're the one who started the third." Rin rolled her eyes.

"You shouldn't have gotten in my way. You've been following me, both ways and all the while keep hinting at this "mysterious" Ani."

The Demon King raised an eyebrow, not saying anything. Rin furrowed her eyebrows taking the questioning to another level, flippantly mentioning,

"So all in all, I'm: one," she raised a finger, "your little brother—well, not right now, but you get the point—two," another digit, with a twist of disgust on her face showing fangs, "related to you somehow—and it's starting to sound an awfully lot like a certain on-fire-with-blue-flames-deranged-fruit-loop I've meet once in my life. Three," She emphasized this with a third, "it also sounds like I know this "Ani" that you speak of, and last, but not least: fourth," the final finger came up, "Tell me who this person is and by the way, what's your favorite color?"

She sat back a serious expression across her face as the other wracked his thoughts. Amaimon digested all she had said. He contemplated whether to answer her, but figured, 'Hey, might as well.' and answered,

"Yes,—yes, you are my little brother, but technically only on our Tō-san's side." He looked directly at her as he continued sucking on the last pocky-stick he was given. "There are more of us, but that isn't an issue—and if Tō-san heard you describe him that way he would laugh at you and then spank you." He added this after the fact.

Then he scrunched up his face looking thoughtfully at the ceiling as he said, "You should know Ani; after all, you see him probable every day. He is so obsessed with you, I bet he changes his schedule just so that he can accidently bump into you in the hallways. I do believe you call him the head of the school and my favorite color is blue-green. And once again you've violated the rules."

He outstretched his hand to receive another stick after finishing and got a high-five instead. He stared blankly at her. Rin on the other hand smacked the palm again and lend back smirking.

"I don't owe you anything; in fact you gave me more than I asked to the simple question: "What color do you like?"

She took a chocolate pocky-stick out and chomped down on the end of it, all while he watched. Amaimon blinked then his face darkened as he realized had been tricked. She had merely stated all of those accusations, not asked if they were true—and he had supplied all of the answers like a dumb-ass without hesitation. 'She cheated!' Amaimon had been playing the game seriously and so gave the true answer to every question she had asked, only to be duped. He growled out, eyes flashing with anger,

"You cheated, that's againstthe rules!"

She meanwhile was contemplating his words. 'So I know this guy, ne?' She swirled the pocky-stick around in her mouth and shook her head as she answered him hotly,

"It's not cheating. You said everything out loud. I never asked if all of it was true or not, you are the one who told me so. Besides we only have nine minutes left till the train arrives in Inokashira."

Rin chewed the last remains of the pocky-stick looking at the ceiling then back at Amaimon who lowered his head, a deep frown etched across his face. He then suddenly stood up the usual void expression he had on plastered on his face while he was bored announcing,

"I'm bored with this game, but I have another game in mind that we can play…"

[With the exorcist in the first car…]

Angel was not having a pleasant time. The train still had a few minutes left until the train reached the station and he hadn't been able to do anything, but sit there and fidget. Plus the fact that every few seconds his mind would wonder to the images of Okumura Rin. His eye twitched in annoyance.

'Damn it, why am I thinking of that demon child?'

The blonde-haired paladin leaned further back in his train seat, grumpy because of the irritating thoughts. He was a holy man for the love of God! Why was he even thinking about that, thing? So what if she had creamy skin, silky hair and smelled like mangos and cream? 'Plus, she felt soft and was just the right size to hold, she probable would have looked very nice on my white satin sheets spread out and~What the hell am I thinking! Nice? Nice? Oh, how that foul little temptress has tempted me!' Arthur Auguste Angel grabbed his blonde hair hysterically whispering,

"Oh my lord and savior, please deliver thy sinful self from the clutches of that demon's temptations. Thy know thy sins and wishes to repent, please Lord and redeemer deliver this blameless soul from the devil's tempters-"

"Urusai! Go save your own ass! Some of us our trying to sleep!"

Takara's pink and purple rabbit puppet disappeared over the rim of his seat leaving Angel to stare at the place it had been.

He then broke down into anime tears praying ever more fervently for salvation.

Exactly as Takara had said everyone else in the train car was snoring away, heads lolling in blissful sleep. Even Yukio had fallen asleep, pin on the floor from it dropping out of his dangling hand that used to be propped up on the chairs arm rest. He had slipped asleep after the third boring and headache inducing report. No one even heard the occasional battle sounds coming from behind them.

[Back to Rin and Amaimon…]

Rin tensed hearing the slightly disturbing lilt to his voice, the grin melting off her face as she swallowed the last of the chocolate treat and scrambled up as he took a step closer to her. She grabbed her sword in her right hand and tucked the box into her inside jacket pocket.

"Hey, you're just mad that you gave me more information then you wanted!"

He finally looked at her with his jade eyes and smiled. Rin shrank back gulping, her left hand shooting to her neck remembering what had happened that morning, knowing he was looking at her like he did earlier. It was time to make her exit.

'Exit stage in-whatever-direction-the-psychopath-demon-is-not-in!'

She dived towards the door behind her just as Amaimon dented in the floor where she was previously sitting. Sweat dropping, she rolled over covering her head as she reached the door somewhat hysterically thinking,

'All this over some pocky-sticks!'

Rin ran straight into the door, a surprised expression on her face as she was knocked backwards. 'Awww, this can not be happening!' She turned around to find Amaimon smirking triumphantly with his fingers raised as he just locked it with a snap of his fingers. She growled and backed against the door as he came closer. There was only one way she was going to get through the door, and it was probable the worst plan in the history of plans, but come on she was desperate. So she calmed her shaking legs that felt like jelly and plastered a fake smirk on her face taunting,

"Ne, here I thought you were some bad-ass Demon King, but you can't even catch someone like me! That's really sad you know? I mean-" she ducked as he pounced; crashing into the door in his anger, breaking it off its hinges reminisces of the earlier destruction by his actions.

The way clear she jumped over him as he got up shaking the debris off of him as he made a grab for her. She tucked and rolled as he threw a punch aimed at the back of her head. Panting, she twisted around dodging another swipe of his sharp black nail. He was growling showing off his longer sharper canines as Rin flipped over backwards escaping a vicious kick to her midriff.

"Come back here!"

Unfortunately, for the inky-blue haired child, height has and always will be an issue. She landed perfectly; right on top of the end of her boys' exorcist coat. Tripping, she fell off-balance getting tangled in the heavy material. Amaimon took the chance and pounced on her. She meanwhile tried wrestling out of her coat. Kurikara clattered to the floor to her right, halfway underneath the seats.

"Aghhh! Damn you, coat!"

Struggling, she rolled into a ball as best she could as the demon above her tried to pin her arms.

"Stay still."

He commanded her melancholic—though still with a malicious glint in his eye— as he finally succeeded in pinning her limbs. He fisted her hands above her head and sat on her stomach just like he had earlier that morning.

"Get off! Get off! Get off!"

She shook, shaking her head back and forth as she wiggled underneath him, yelling at him. Amaimon leered, leaning down to whisper sadistically in her ear,

"See, isn't this a fun game?"

He nipped her pointed ear as she shuddered under him.

"Why are you doing this? I thought you said you were my brother!"

He tilted his head to the side looking down at her blushing face momentarily confused for a second.

"And why does that matter? I do this sort of thing with Ani all the time."

Rin just looked at him. And looked and looked and looked. She grew redder then what some would say to be an impossible shade of the crimson color. The exwire suddenly gasped openly, sapphire eyes wide, bursting out,

"WHAT! That-that-that's justnot normal dude! If you have an older brother whose molesting you, that's like assault! Worse then that, he is like a pedophile,—a child-molester, a friggen' rapist! I don't know how in the entire friggen' place of Gehenna that you could actually think that's ok, but you need to get your head examined!"

She violently shook her head in disbelief.

"Of all the things that would explain that sick head of yours, no wonder you're messed up! I mean if Yukio were doingthat sort of stuff to…"

Rin immediately shivered and banished that specific train of thought far away from her mind hoping it would die in a fiery, burning death.

"Man…that explains a lot! Look you can get help for that you know. I mean if you told someone—well you kind of told me, but I'm just a kid—they could help you, you know?"

The entire time Amaimon sat on top of her stomach hearing continuously words she spouted as she ramble on and on and on he didn't quite understand what she was talking about. Halfway through he stopped listening and tuned the rant out watching her lips move, wondering if the younger still tasted of mango's and cream. Her taste shouldn't have changed…

Rin noticed the glazed look in his eyes as he leaned a bit further down realizing he hadn't been listening to a single word she had said.

"Hey, Amaimon or whatever your name is, what are you doing? Don't you dare try to pull something like you did earlier, ok? That shit hurt! Are you listening to me Amai-?"

He kissed her. It wasn't soft and fluffily either. He nipped and bit her lower lip harshly, tasting blood as it split open due to his sharp canines. Delicious… Blood always had a way of exciting him, blame it on his inner demon instincts. The green-hued demon loved the sight of the red viscous liquid, the way it stained everything in a crimson hue…

He bit down harder lapping up the tasty drink as it seeped out of her broken lip. Rin on the other hand was completely mortified at his actions. She had clamped shut her eyes soon after he started to nip. She moaned in pain feeling a weird warmth start to seep through her. Rin struggled even more desperately then before not quite sure why she was beginning to feel drowsy. Frustrated with how strong he seemed to be, she then felt his tongue dipping into her mouth trying to push inside.

'Oh, Gehenna no! He is not going to fondle me like last time!'

Rin released her flames knocking the maroon wearing Earth King to the floor some feet away onto his back. He flipped over landing painfully hard on his face. She—still on fire—hastily scrambled up wiping away some blood that had collected on her bottom lip, thanks to Amaimon's insistent nipping. She spotted Koumaken to her right and picking it up she stalked forward walking straight up to him. Instead of doing what most sane people would do in such a situation—run away.

Too mad to do so and sprouting off whirling blue flames the seats caught fire around her in her anger. Inky black hair and the fur of her tail licked with blue tendrils of fire. Her tail lashed the air angrily behind her. She bent down growling picking him halfway off the floor by his tail-coats collar singing it as he blinked dazed from his vacation with the floor. The fire spread across his front, but he didn't react just looking at her with blurry teal eyes.

"Let's set one thing straight. Never, ever do that again! Do you understand me, punk? We are siblings," she stretched it out hoping it would sink in still shaking him. "Siblings don't—and I repeat, don't kiss or have relationships like that! It's just wrong! Now, I don't know what kind of mess-up childhood you had, I don't even care if that's how demons are suppose to act! If you continue to try and force me into those kinds of situations, I'll cut off your friggen' head!—Not to mention it hurts like a mother when you try to do something, what are you a masochist?"

He lay there quietly stunned as she finished off her rant. The blue flames died away slowly leaving only a few of them still alive in her hair and clothes as well as on the still smoldering seats. Amaimon while was focused intently on the fuming—and quite literally smoldering—female before him. 'That's strange…'

No one had ever so vehemently opposed a kiss or two from him. He could not understand at all why Rin was so upset. After all it was in demon's nature to be very—touchy. Now maybe a tug or two on the tail would have warranted a fierce slap or brutal bite, but to openly even suggest that she had not liked it was strange in it-self! 'Ani always likes it when I bite him. What's her problem?'

Seeing the confused blinking of his teal eyes, Rin calmed down a little and let go of his collar. She sighed, dejectedly rubbing her left hand over her face while sweeping away some unruly strands of hair from it, courtesy of the little tousle just seconds ago. Flames finally going out once and for all, she didn't notice the fire on the train seats disappearing as if they had been blown by a strong gust of wind. Amaimon did, but he said nothing busy with the pissed off sister in front of him.

'Well, so much for telling him off Rin!' Her sapphire eyes softened at the sight of his pathetic visage and looked away for a couple of seconds making up her mind. Amaimon sat back up and rubbed his noise—even if he did like pain, having his nose hit the floor—twice—still brought tears to his jade eyes.

'If only he wouldn't look at me like that, I mean come on! Here's a dude that was just trying to kill me a few minutes ago and look at him now,—crying from having landed on his face and being yelled at! Come on God, give me a break!' She pleaded silently to the heavens as she turned back to face her "older brother", silently deciding what to do.

"Look, you just can't go around—well, attacking people! It's wrong and one day you're going to do that to the wrong person and their going to hurt you worse then I just did, they may even kill you! Not every one likes being," here she gulped blushing, scratching her cheek with her left hand. "Well, being touched like that! I've only met you a few times and you haven't exactly been a barrel of fun if you get my drift. You've tried to kill me and my friends, even threatening to break my sword! I don't care if they are laughing at you! That is so not a reason to try and kill a person! That's not the way you make friends ok? If you want to have fun, do it normally! I mean today was kind of fun in demented way…"

She stopped talking then starting blushing furiously for some reason as she made eye contact with him seeing a growing smile and sparklingly eyes in return.

"Wha-what are you looking at! I'm just trying to keep you out of trouble! I mean if everything you said is true, about the whole you being my brother and all—plus that little side dish of flaming blue fruitcake as our Tō-san, then if you go around killing and hurting people the exorcists are going to kill you. I mean, they wanted to execute me just for living! What they would do to you forthat is beyond what I can comprehend, but it seems to me that it would be a whole lot worse then what they planned to do to me!"

She lowered her eyes sadden by the prospect of something happening to her family. Yeah, that's right her family, if Amaimon is her elder brother, then damn all those up-tight moldy old self-righteous priests who think they are any better then the rest of them! If she said she would protect her friends and family, then damn it all to the lower depths of Gehenna she was going to do it! She raised her eyes to meet his wondrous gaze with her own determined stare.

"I'm just saying—and don't take this in a weird way—take care of your-self. You know, I-," she strutted out the last part a wee-bit embarrassed of what she was about to say next, but was dead set on doing this. She still breathlessly rushed through it, checks burning. "I just do-don't want my family to get hurt, alright! If you, you know, ever need anything don't just take it out on other people—human or demon otherwise—come find me or something, ok?" She tilted her face to the side and then whirled back around a smirk on her face. "Here, I'm gonna give you my phone number—you have one right, a cell phone?"

The amazed Demon King dumbly shook his head up and down slowly. She smiled brightly and taking out the box of pocky-sticks took one of the sticks out and wincing a bit licked the end wetting it, the blush reddening on her face.

"Don't have a pen…"

She then wrote down her—Shiro's really—number and handed the box with one left to him. He took it hesitantly as well as gingerly not wanting to wipe off the messy scrawl of numbers. She stood all the way up glancing at the clock hands on hips, calmly stating,

"There you're all set. The train's about to stop, I suggest you get out of here while you can. Don't want the other's to spot you! They would lose their heads!" she glanced back at him giving a roguish wink. "And yours as well!"

She stepped around him and reached the gaping entry way to the next car. She then swirled around and hit him on the head with Koumaken. A loud conk echoed throughout the cabin.

"That's for this morning!" She then leaned down and cupping his grimacing face gave him a sweet peck on the cheek. "And that's for being truthful to me." Straightening up she waved and walked out, "Ja mate ne!"

And she was gone; Amaimon sat on the floor rubbing his head in bewilderment. He then placed a hand against the cheek she had just kissed.

'…Ani was right, females are strange creatures. But…I like that one.'

He genuinely smiled—just a small quirk of his lips and dusting him-self off, got up, walked to the end of the car and opened the door. He was gone in seconds, not a trace left of him in the train compartment.

Rin on the other hand, walked blindly to the door that had started all this nonsense, thoughts racing as she reached for its handle.

'He may be sick in the head but I guess he is family no matter how strange. After all Yukio is far scary than anyone I've ever met. Compared to him; Amaimon barely even ranks on my psychopath list. But you know what; he never did tell me the name of our Ani… besides that whole riddles talking he did never did say his name…'

Rin reached for the handle and turning it, the door slid open smoothly. She smiled, gladdened that that particular experience was over and done with. But just as she was about to step over the threshold and open the last door, it hit her. She stayed stunned and frozen for what seemed forever. She lowered her hand that was outstretched for the next handle's door. Her grip on Kurikara tightened to the point that the part-wooden and part-metal scabbard squeaked from the pressure.

"Damn him. Damn him to Hell. Damn him to Hell and Gehenna!"

The exwire shook with rage. Gritting her teeth, she hit the side panel of the wall denting it inwards slightly. 'I never should have trusted him! Never! That ass-hole! When I see him next time I'm gonna-!'

She froze her face being blank, wiped of emotions in her surprise. She had just thought of the most wonderful idea ever. She bent down, a vicious smile tugging her lips into a snarl. The inky black-haired child pulled out her grey cell phone from her combat boot—Shura had said it was one of the safest places to hide something valuable—that and in a bra. But she wasn't up for that type of protection, so she hid it in her boots.

Pressing a few buttons furiously she hit send a fierce sneer across her face and placed the phone back into her left boot. Satisfied for now, she opened the door and stepped into the compartment that held her comrades.

She face-palmed in disbelief, dragging her hand down her face, eye twitching in dismay as she looked at the scene before her. Falling to her knees she listlessly slid to the floor. She was hugging the door way, still glaring at the scene before started crying anime tears, severely depressed at this turn of events. 'How? How! They didn't even hear us fighting? Everyone's fast asleep…after everything that just happened—they are just friggen' sleeping?'' She cried out loud,

"Why?"

And once again Takara was roused from his sleep and the rabbit lifted up from behind the seat.

"Urusai! Geez, you would think people would have more manners…"

Rin listened watching the pink and green-tie rabbit sink back down, then sighed, depressed deciding to get up to go sit down in her seat to rest after the long train ride. She finally made it down the aisle bypassing the row that Angel was asleep in with his annoying sword Caliburn—after vigorously praying he decided to take a nap—Shiemi, Bon and Konekomaru were snoozing in the next row. Takara was asleep again after yelling at her—she guessed he was somewhat awake enough earlier to do so.

Shura was snoring up a storm next to the window head on the glass plane and the rest of her body sprawled across the empty seat in the middle of the row between her and Yukio. Speaking of which, Yukio was lying against the back of his seat with Kuro cat-napping in his lap. The papers he was working earlier forgotten under the fluffy mass of demon sith. Rin giggled at the absurd image of him drooling with a peaceful look on his face. She than noticed the uncapped pen on the floor and smiling sweetly leaned down to pick it up. Placing it in his coat pocket—recapped—she patted his head hoping he would got some much needed rest in and cupping her hands lifted the sleeping demon familiar of her twin brother.

The cat stirred briefly, images flashing through the telepath connection they had with each other. Kuro murmured sleepily, 'Rin? I love catnip wine~' Rin chuckled at the sleeping cat and placing him around her shoulders let him curl up around her neck both of his tails winding around it like a fluffy scarf. She turned to the row of seats next to theirs that held her two classmates.

Izumo and Shima were too, slumped in the seats napping. Rin made her way to her middle seat, squeezing in front of the indigo-hair-colored girl carefully trying not to wake anyone up—or drop Kuro—as she plopped down into her seat, wrapping Kurikara in her arms. She leaned back sighing in contentment Kuro's warmth seeping through her clothes. Being manhandled by her Nii-san was tiring. She had also thought about it earlier and came up with the idea that Amaimon, no matter how egregious his behavior had been in the past, was in her eyes a hell of a lot better in the person's department then that ass of an Ani. So she named them accordingly, it was sure to piss off the oldest, no doubt about it.

Sighing with a smug smile on her face she inhaled deeply and tried to take a nap. Key-word—tried, the intercom came on a few seconds afterward.

"Thank you for riding the Keiō Inokashira line. The Mitaka-stop is coming up shortly; maintain your seats till the train has fully stopped please. Have a nice day! And don't forget any personal belongings and safely exit the train in an orderly fashion!"

Rin's eyes snapped open, left eye twitching as she sank farther into her seat—and into the quagmire of severe depression.

"God hates me…"

[With Mephisto Pheles…]

There were papers strewn across the head masters' desk as he lay napping quietly on several pieces of paper. Dressed in his usual gentlemen attire he snoozed away on his official-looking paperwork. He wrinkled his noise in his sleep and murmured something inaudible, nuzzling his face into the crook of his arm that his head lay on top of.

Usually the saying is let sleeping dogs lie, but hey, machines really don't give a flying-

{Fanfare!}

A loud ringing filled the air as Mephisto's head jerked up off the desk as he nearly fell out of his seat. Papers flew as he woke suddenly and landed in an even more chaotic mess than before all over the floor. He glanced around groggily and not seeing his phone, sighed rubbing the black bags underneath his eyes.

He spoke tiredly, "Eins! Zwei! Drei!" He snapped his purple-gloved left hands fore-finger and thumb together at the end of the German count.

The pink-slide cell phone appeared in his hand with a pink cloud of multi-colored marshmallow stars. A few more papers feel off the edge of the desk as the phone changed places. Continuing to vibrate—charms clanging as he glared annoyed at the offending device. Mephisto rubbed the bags under his eyes with his right palm and clearing his throat of the rough edge to it from sleep, slid the contraption open not bothering to check caller ID before answering,

{"Mephisto Pheles-desu, how may I help you? ~"}

A long silence stretched out across the wire as Mephisto frowned in confusion.

{"Hello?"}

The silence continued, annoying him to no end. Finally, he growled pulling the phone away from his pointed ears and looked at the caller ID. He froze for a second wondering whether he should throw the phone across the room or perform an exorcism on it. The name of the caller blinked on his screen.

{Fujimoto, Shiro}

Then his more rationale side can into play and he giggled to him-self.

'How silly of me to forget! Shiro gave his phone to little Okumura Rin. It's still says his name when calling or messaging my phone, because that's the name in the address book~!'

Mephisto leaned back in his swivel/arm chair with the pink phone in his hand still giggling in amusement. A few thoughts passed through his head as he went through the address book and changed Shiro's name to Rin. He was contemplating whether to open the message—because it was a text not a call—blinking in his inbox.

'Hmmm, the only people that know my number are those that need it for professional reasons. Even Amaimon and I rarely ever use it for anything other than important matters…'

He sighed propping his chin on his left hand debating whether he should open it or delete it and take his number out of Rin's phone. In the end he decided it was ok seeing how it would be more effective to leave it in there so that if there was ever a problem he would be able to contact him. 'I'll have to tell him to only use it for important concerns and not as a casual talk-to-me-anytime-line—not that he ever talks to me in the first place anyway…'

This brought Mephisto to a depressed state, he loved talking to his brothers—when they weren't being annoying of course. Besides Rin was a different kind of funny on all certain kind of levels. The entire time that Rin had been at True Cross, Mephisto had tried his absolute hardest not to do anything strange to the cute little thing.

'He is just too adorable…'

Of course, that was making his job to teach him the rules of being a demon, very hard. This was one of the reasons for calling Amaimon to engage Rin in a "play" date. In the end it came to his mind that that approach wasn't really working and he had been plotting ever since on how to give him his much needed demonic education. This coupled with the fact that Rin had no idea about who he and Amaimon really were, was getting in the way.

The head master pondered this fact for a few more minutes then decided what the hell and opened the message thinking about his delightful little brother.

His hand slipped out from underneath his chin and he slumped in his seat, passing his empty hand over his face as he began to giggle hysterically. In his amusement a laugh bubbled up from his throat and he began to laugh harder than before. He kept on with this till he was sobbing in mirth. He wiped a tear away from his eye and hiccupped still passing into laughter every few seconds as he reread the message.

"So you've entered the game as well? My, my, my, my, my~ that child is just too naughty…I'll have to come up with a different plan now, but this is just the thing I've been waiting for~!"

Wistfully, he closed his phone after deleting the incrementing message and shuffling the papers on his desk into a neat stack. Then he got up and pulled his white mantel and top-hat on. He exited via the grandiose red and black mahogany double-doors and was gone with a lingering,

"Things are finally getting interesting~!"

It wouldn't be till later that he saw the local Mitaka news.

[Somewhere in Rin's sent inbox…]

{The next time I see you clown I'll make Tō-san look like a friggen' saint compared to what I'm gonna do to you!

~ Love, your Otōto.}

Haha, you probable thought it was in this chapter did you? Nope in a few chapters I promise, but for now: review!

I sincerly thank all of you who have already done so! Tarry a while. Thou art so fair!-Wild