Notice: This is written by both Flame800900 and I. Flame has full control over Cain and Thomas as I have control of Abel, same as our last story. You guys should know the rules by now... Right? And no we don't own Trinity blood.

Abel mentally cursed his big mouth as he sped right passed the room Seth and the others were in. He could hear their startled yelps but ignored them as he tore past past the entrance of several other halls. Barely missing a beat, he quickly selected one that would intercept Aran. Several more turns and... there!

"Aran slow down. Let's talk," Abel said. He could have easily sped up to Aran but decided against it. Aran shook his head stubbornly and entered haste. Growling Abel also entered haste, and within a second he tackled his son to the ground. "Stop," Abel ordered sternly but Aran still lashed out with his free hand. At the sound of flesh hitting flesh his son froze and his eyes widened.

"I-"

"You're Aran," Abel said sternly, ignoring the throbbing pain in his cheek. "And I don't care what anyone else says, you're my son."

"I'm sorry," Aran whispered. "I just... I never even thought I could be a-" he swallowed, seeming unable to voice the fact he was a clone. "How'd the real me die?" he whispered the question.

"Stand up," Abel said softly, ignoring Aran's question. "We should head back to the others and get back the estate already." Abel handed his son a handkerchief.

Aran took the offered handkerchief and stood. Shame was written across his face and he couldn't look Abel in the eye. "I was acting childishly," he whispered. "Sorry about that, dad."

"It's understandable," Abel sighed, "look at me when I'm talking to you." Aran slowly looked up, but didn't quite look directly at him. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. You've seen me at my weakest moment and you know I'm about ten times worse than you are." Abel began walking the way they had come and was reassured when he heard Aran's soft footsteps following.

"What happened?" Seth asked when they returned to the room. "Are you all right, Aran?" she was before her nephew in a second.

"Seth," Lilith cut in and placed a hand on Seth's shoulder.

Cain gave Aran a small smile which looked somewhat encouraging. "We heading back?" he asked, sounding as tired as he looked if that was even possible.

Aran nodded, "yeah." He seemed to be studying Cain but there was nothing hostile about the way he looked from his father to the man standing before him. There was nothing similar between this Cain and the other one.

Cain nodded and straightened. "We need to get you covered then. Hey, Asthe, mind letting Aran borrow your coat?" Cain asked, turning to the young woman.

There was a long pause in which Asthe glare at Cain then looked at all the others in the room. She looked almost trapped. The look she gave Cain was one that said she would sooner kill him than help him.

"Look, Aran was a noble of the empire, there is nothing against your ways that says you can't lend him your coat." Cain rubbed his eyes before he looked at Abel and Seth with almost pleading eyes.

"Fine," Asthe muttered. She slid off her coat and held it out to Aran.

"Thank you," Aran said with a bow of his head.

"Now that that's settled, let's get going before the humans start waking up," Lilith said as she began making her way through the rubble and carnage that was the base.

"I'm not going to attack anyone," Aran only half joked.

"Of course not," Cain stated. "But I think Lilith wants to sneak back in... you did have Caterina's permission to come after us, didn't you, Abel?"

"After the first few days of healing, yes," Abel admitted and glared at his brother. "I would have come sooner if Lilith hadn't caught me the first couple times." He gave Lilith a betrayed look.

"Well, at least you didn't leave without permission," Cain stated.

Abel shrugged and quietly said, "Lilith wouldn't let me. Not to mention Asthe was hounding me every waking hour. It worked out for the best though," Abel paused as he glanced at Cain. It had worked well. If he hadn't stayed behind those extra days he wouldn't have found Aran. Though on the other hand it meant that Cain and Thomas needed to put up with 01 and 02 for a longer period than they would have needed to.

"I don't doubt that. Remember when you tried to sneak as a kid? Lilith tried to stop you a lot then... though most of the time you just went right through her..."

"She's gotten more... brutal..." Abel mumbled and shook his head at the memory.

"I have?" Lilith glanced over her shoulder at the two of them.

"You have," they replied in unison.

Seth giggled at this. "Wow, that was just like the old days, do it again."

Aran looked at the two brothers, "you two used to speak in unison? What about completing each other's sentence?"

"Er... no," Cain stated. "I would rather keep it that too."

"It would have been irritating," Abel added.

"And creepy," Seth shivered. "Imagine asking one of them a question only for the other to answer. They're already close to identical, they don't need to be even more alike."

"We're not that much alike," Cain muttered.

"You aren't," Seth agreed, "but you two are still similar in more ways than any other siblings."

"If you're referring to our look you can always ask Thomas about it," Abel stated curtly.

Thomas just glanced at Abel, then sighed. He didn't otherwise speak.

"Hey, Cain!" Seth dropped back to Cain and wrapped her arm around his.

"Yeah?" Cain sounded a little uncomfortable about how close Seth was to him.

"Why did you become a priest? I mean I somewhat get Abel's reasoning, but you?"

"Can we not go into this right now?" Cain muttered.

"Spoil sport," Seth puffed her cheeks, but nodded anyway.

Abel snorted at that but shot Cain a smile. Telling him silently that this Seth was much more understanding than his.

"Spoiled?" Cain asked in a teasing voice, showing he'd gotten Abel's silent message. "Well, if any of us is the spoiled one it would be you." Before Seth could move, protest, or react, Cain swung her up into his arms. "After all you got all the parties and gifts as a kid." He tickled her stomach.

Seth squeaked in shock before laughing. "S-stop it," she said between her giggles. "I can't breath." Despite her protests, there was a large grin on her face.

"That's obvious dear sister," Abel smirked at her predicament.

Seth pounded lightly on Cain's back. "Abel, help me!" Seth chuckled.

"Cain would you release our sister before she dies of laughter?"

Cain seemed almost reluctant as he set her down. "Better?" he asked.

Straightening her clothes, Seth nodded, "Better."

Abel really missed days like these. Though they were few to none, his time with the other test tube babies were always moments that he etched into his memory. With how smoothly everyone was getting along it was almost hard to believe that he hadn't seen Seth in the past eight centuries, or that Cain was from another dimension. Even Aran was as he had last remembered his son, even if he was a clone, Abel honestly couldn't see the difference.

"Are we going to back to Milan?" Seth questioned with a slight frown once they boarded the ship. "Or the empire?" At this she looked hopeful.

Abel glanced at his sister to see her looking from Aran to Cain and back again. Probably already knowing what answer Abel would give if she asked him. "Milan," Abel answered anyway but Seth showed no signs of having heard him.

"I should stick with Thomas at the very least if he is the one who helped the William of my reality make that device."

Thomas grunted. "That means Milan."

Seth looked distraught and gave Thomas a hurt look. "Daaaaad," she complained. "Pleeaaase? If we go to Milan Abel will make up some excuse of why he can't go to the empire!"

Thomas sighed. "You're how old, Seth?" he asked.

"Younger than you," Seth grinned. "Come on. Please dad, you know how hard headed Abel can be."

"I'm not hard headed!" Abel protested. "I was exiled remember? Besides what will the Vatican think? And Caterina? I've already missed several weeks worth of work because of that other dimension."

"Exiling yourself doesn't count as exile," Seth sniffed.

"No," Thomas stated. "William managed to make the device once and I am certain this one will be able to do so again." He looked at Seth almost sternly. "You are too old for this, Seth."

"Fine," Seth sighed as she typed in the coordinates to Milan. "But you're still coming to the empire Abel. It's been far to long. you too dad."

"I can't," Abel said sternly, he looked at the people around him as if telling them to back him up. When all he received was a shrug or two and a glare from Asthe he muttered, "traitors."

"I think I agree with Abel," Cain stated. "It's his life to live, you shouldn't pressure him."

Whack - Seth elbowed Cain hard. "You're the traitor!" Seth shouted in joking tones.

The effect those words had on Cain were negative. He seemed to retreat and backed away from Seth, seeming to shrink into himself. "Ah," he muttered.

"It was a joke!" Seth hurriedly said.

Abel tiredly ran his fingers through his hair. He wanted back up, not for Seth to go and scold the person who agreed with him! "Alright, alright, quit arguing and I'll consider it," Abel said as a way to calm Seth down and get Cain to open up... again.

Seth frowned and nodded. "We should head for Milan first," she muttered and cast a worried glance at Cain.

The trip back to Milan was taxing. Although it was cut short due to the advanced air ship it still seemed to last a life time, even for a crusnik. It also didn't help matters that this particular air ship was an exact replica of the one in the other dimension that the other Seth had. The same one that had the blasted pool on it's deck.

Despite Abel's discomfort at the fact the pool was very close to his person (only three layers of metal separated him from it), everyone else seemed content with the peaceful quietness... except Seth who seemed trouble with Cain's recent behavior but she didn't push it and simply contented herself by sitting right between the two brothers as she always would when they were kids.

"So Abel, did you ask Lilith out yet?" Seth whispered teasingly in Abel's ear and the sudden noise broke the silence around him.

"What?" Abel hissed. Thankful that Lilith had walked to the pool with Asthe a few minutes ago.

"You still like her, right?" Cain asked a curl grin on his face. "It shouldn't matter what reality she's from."

"I-I don't," Abel sputtered. He could feel a tinge of heat reach his face. She wasn't the same Lilith. Darn it!

Seth giggled, "You should see your face."

"Don't worry about it, Abel. You don't have to and, in the end, she's lived a very different life from the one your Lilith would've if she-" he cut off and looked away from them.

Abel frowned as he mentally finished Cain's sentence for him, 'hadn't died.' Blinking, Abel quickly smiled and proceeded to mess up Seth's hair as if he hadn't heard a word Cain said. It was too hard to think about right now. "At least I don't have something on my face," Abel retorted.

"I don't have anything on my face," Seth stated as she caught Abel's hand from messing up her hair even further.

"We don't, but he does," Abel stated pointing at Cain.

Cain glared at Abel out of the corner of his good eye. He scowled before he stood and stalked to the side of the room, his hand touched the scar marring the left side of his face.

"Where are you going," Abel grumbled and stood up to follow Cain. "You still have that frown on your face." Abel glared at him once he was sure Seth couldn't see his face or the fact Cain was touching his eye. "Cut it out," he hissed, making sure Seth couldn't hear him. "I'm only teasing you! Besides your hair covers that, so there's no need to worry about it."

"Just not used to it," Cain muttered and looked at Abel, a small smile on his face now.

"And why's that?" Abel questioned but shook his head and turned around to walk back to Seth. He looked over his shoulder, "you coming? Seth's still not done teasing you."

"Ah, I'll be there in a moment."

Abel rolled his eyes as he walked back to Seth. "What was that about?" She asked.

"I don't know," Abel shrugged. "He had an itch."

Cain took a deep breath before he moved back over to the two of them and returned to his seat. "Sorry about that," he muttered, not looking at Seth as he spoke or at Abel.

"That reminds me," Seth began as she stood up and grabbed a hand from each brother. "You haven't eaten in a while now. We still have about an hour before we arrive at Milan so I can always warm something up for you." She grinned at Cain. "Thomas should also eat something..."

"Err," Cain glanced at Abel before looking back at Seth and giving her a small smile with a slight nod. "Thank you, sister."

Seth nodded, "I'll get Thomas, I think he just headed to the library. Abel since you already raided the kitchen you can take Cain there." She raced off before Abel could protest.

"She seems... happy," Cain stated after a long moment of silence. He sighed. "It makes me wish the Seth in my reality was more like this one." He smiled at the thought, "More like she used to be."

"Your Seth wasn't that bad," Abel said. "Just more pushy and a bit like Asthe."

Cain grimaced, "That was her nice side." He stood and stretched as he said in a happier voice, "Anyway, let's get something to eat. Feels like it's been years."

"At least her nice side was better than Asthe's," Abel shivered. He couldn't imagine his sister being as bad as Asthe.

Cain just smiled and started off towards the kitchens. "I wonder how Thomas will feel being dragged away from his reading for food? Remember he used bury himself in books and work when we were kids?"

Abel chuckled, "I'm sure he won't mind that much. He also looked as if 01 and 02 were starving him. Even immortals have to eat at some point."

At this, Cain just grunted. They entered the kitchen and Cain looked around. By his expression and the way he shifted his weight from one foot to the next, he seemed reluctant to get anything to eat.

"You can check the cabinets for something instant. I'm sure Seth has something spicy there," Abel started. "If not we could always make an attempt at cooking something, but I never could cook that well..." All he really knew how to do was hunt for food, gut it, and put it over a fire.

Cain nodded and moved off to find some food. Before too long he only had an apple and few other pieces of fruit. It seemed he didn't want anything instant.

After Cain had eaten his first apple, Seth skipped into the kitchen holding Thomas' hand. "Alright, what do you guys want to eat? The servants have kept me from ever entering the kitchen in the palace and I want to cook something for the three of you." She glanced at the fruit Cain was nibbling on a tilted her head to the side. "Cain, you must be more hungry than that."

Cain coughed and looked away from her, muttering something about not getting that hungry. It seemed more like a lie to Abel.

"I'm certain whatever you cook would be more than enough for all of us," Thomas said in a polite voice with a bow of his head. He snagged the fruits from Cain and replaced them in bowl. Leaning in, he whispered something only Cain could hear.

Nodding, Cain gave Seth a weak smile. "Sorry," he said with a bow of his head.

Seth scowled in thought before shaking her head and rushing over to the refrigerator and taking out an entire tray of cold food. Abel raised an eye brow, that seemed like a lot of food she was going to cook. What? Did she think she was feeding an army? Grinning, Seth told all three of them to have a seat as she began cooking.

"Seth, don't make to much on my account. I already ate anyway," Abel stated. Like she said earlier, he really did raid the kitchen... though he wouldn't call it raiding. He only wanted a snack... And empire food was different from Vatican food, the change was welcome.

Thomas took a seat at the table and opened the book he'd more than likely been reading when Seth had dragged him from library. The kitchen was spacious enough for being on an airship. It had several long counters meant for the cooks to prepare food at and a large sink tucked away in the back by the fridge. There was a table in the room, no doubt meant for the cooks to take their brakes at and was where Thomas was currently setting.

A little ways from the table, Cain sat with a frown of concern on his face. He glanced at Thomas then at Abel and gave Abel a smile and a look which said "why is she doing this? I am not her brother from this reality."

Abel sighed and took a seat one chair down from Cain. His brother really could be an idiot sometimes. He shot Cain a raised eye brow that said, "So what? Stop being so cautious of others! Especially Seth, she's your sister."

Cain shook his head and lend back in his chair, scowling at the air.

Looking up from his book, Thomas cocked an eyebrow at the two of them. "Relax, Cain," he stated.

"I am," Cain retorted.

"So what do you plan on doing once you get back to your dimension?" Abel asked as he followed Thomas' example and took out a book. At Cain's look he said, "I'm only curious, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"Not sure. More thane likely get yelled at," Cain stated. "Then work on whatever assignments and paperwork's been stacking up while I've been gone."

"Ahh," Abel winced, he knew there a stack of papers also waiting for him once all this mess was settled. Maybe if Caterina didn't mind, he could borrow Tres for a while.

"Though I'd rather the paperwork over the yelling," Cain sighed and closed his eyes.

"You're crazy," Abel said as he looked up. Sure the yelling could make him deaf, but the crusnik dealt with that. Not to mention Caterina was only human. Yes, he'd definitely go through the yelling if it meant getting out of the paperwork.

"You've always seen my like of working on paperwork as crazy, brother," Cain said with a smile.

"It's insane," Abel stated while staring at Cain as if he had grown a second head. "I don't get what's so great about paperwork. All you do is sit there, read, and figure out solutions." Shaking his head, Abel said, "I don't know how you do it all the time."

"Well, it's mindless... sort of," Cain stated.

"Your logic is messed up-"

"And breakfast is served!" Seth interrupted with a giggle. "I always wanted to say that," she grinned as she set the plates down.

Cain stood and moved to help Seth with setting the table. He shot a teasing look at Abel as he went.

A/N: Reviews make us update faster... And this story is written by Flame and I :)

Flame's reply to Kite00: This Thomas isn't a methuselah. For this story I pulled the Thomas seen in Wizard's Treachery and the one that will be appearing throughout the series. Thomas is an enhanced human and is the stepping stone to the "prefect" humans. In order to be born he was created with his parent's DNA and Isaak's powers: immortality, Shield of Asmodai, the Sword of Beelzebub, and the ability to teleport in the fashion Isaak does. Most of what you saw in Vehemens was the base start of his character. Hopefully that answers your questions :)