Shit guys I haven't uploaded this in forever, sorry! I'm not crazy about this one (I wrote it a while ago but it just didn't flow right. But seeing as I haven't posted anything in a while I figured...whatever). Anyway...

The night is dark, quiet, and he's in the monastery.

The pews are silent-not even the settling of the old wood reaches him. He blinks, and a light flames to life.

He's not alone.

"Yukio...? Are you...okay?"

His brother stands at the other end of the room, flames licking at his clothes. Blue flames. His blue flames, or...?

"'Yukio!'"

Rin shudders, watching his brother's mouth move-but it certainly isn't Yukio's voice mimicking him.

"'Yukio, are you okay? Dear baby brother, Yukio!' Kahhaha!"

Rin tries to take a step forward, but his feet are stuck fast to the floorboards. "Y-you! Leave him be!"

"That's not way to talk to your papa, Rin!" The demon in his brother grins, and blood pools at the corner of his lips. It gathers like tears in Yukio's eyes.

Rin gagged. "Stop! You'll kill him!"

"Oh, poor brothers! One a monster, the other bound to die, ha!" Satan gestures to himself-to Yukio-and chuckles. "This one is worthless."

Rin blinks, and Yukio is inches away from his face, a hand gripping tight to his shoulder. The flames spread to him-or maybe these are his-and his vision is filled with blue.

"Watch as this worthless one burns."

Rin clenches his teeth on a scream, lodging the breath in his throat. In front of him, the blue flames start peeling away at his brother's skin, steaming as they hit the blood dripping from his eyes, his mouth, his nose, cracking his glasses and-

"RIN! RIN, WAKE UP."

Rin bolted upright, sheets tearing under his fingers. The smell of burning reached his nose, and his eyes focused on his brother, who sat beside him, hands locked tight around his upper arms. Yukio's arms were engulfed in blue fire up to his elbows.

"Y-Yukio! G-get away from me!"

Rin pushed himself to the wall, away from his brother, and drew his knees to his chest, tail wrapped around his knees. He gritted his teeth to quell the fire around him and extinguish the ones licking at his brother.

He wasn't in the monastery. He was in his dorm. No one was being possessed. Yukio wasn't dying. Yukio was not dying.

He buried his face in his knees and dared not look at the damage.

"Rin."

The older twin said nothing.

"Rin, look at me."

Cautiously, Rin looked to his brother. Yukio sat directly in front of him, legs tucked under himself. His voice is soft, and although he can only see the shadow of his face, Rin knows that look.

"Rin, I'm fine. See? I don't think you could get that fire to burn me if you tried." The 'moron' that should follow that goes unsaid. "We're both the son of Satan, after all. I may not have gotten the powers you have, but assuming I'm completely human is...just..."

Yukio trailed off and repositioned to sit beside his brother, back against the wall. They watched the lights outside the windows for uncounted minutes, the sound of their breath synchronizing in the silence.

"I'm sorry," Rin whispered. He slumped sideways, resting his head on his brother's shoulder and shuddering once.

Yukio didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around his shoulders. They hadn't sat like this since they were kids-and it was usually the other way around. But the familiar feeling of it was comforting.

Yukio rested his head on his brother's flop of messy hair. "Don't apologize. Moron."