Note: Ah! Thank you everyone who's favorited/reviewed! I really love writing these, so I'm glad you guys enjoy them:D I'm working to get these more in character, which is why this one's something like a character study (maybe?). We know that Rin usually covers his problems up with smiles, but I wanted to try to play on what it was like inside his head.
Anyway...Any suggestions for future chapters would be amazing.
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Demon. Demon.
The irony did not escape him. That his childhood brand would become his title, and that no one would really ever stop cringing away. From him.
From a demon.
Sometimes he thinks it's actually himself-his own personality, the way he is. Not his demon blood. That made him like this, so temperamental, easily aggravated, distracted when it came to anything other than fighting. He looked to Yukio when he was in these moods-Yukio who was just as much a son of Satan as Rin, but yet...smart, charming, polite, Yukio. No demonic blue flames, no pointed ears or irascible temper.
Not that he thought his brother was perfect-Yukio was fond of compulsive lying, so Rin could always hold that against him. But where Rin held the weight of his heart slung across his back, Yukio held the weight of Rin's life.
(Not that Rin would ever admit this, or that he was proud of this fact, but if there came a time when he did lose control of himself, there was only one person alive he'd let raise a gun barrel to his head.)
This was, essentially, the way things where.