Amaimon's POV
Anger welled up in me as I left the room, knowing that my brother was falling back into sleep like the one he had been in the past three days.
When I had opened the door to the roof, I had wanted to play a game with Rin, teasing him until he got severe and burst into blue flames and fought me seriously. But, when I had seen him leaning forward at such an angle that I knew he would fall, I felt real fear enter my mind. I had called for him to stop, but watched as he fell. I jumped down as well, landing right next to him.
As soon as I had realized he was still alive, still breathing faintly, I had called Mephisto. He had given Rin enough energy to survive the trip to Gehenna, where I took him to the hospital. Within ten minutes of my finding him, we were in the "hospital," Rin was on a life support machine, and I was sitting next to the bed, rage silently brewing inside me.
Mephisto had left as soon as he was checked into the room in order to find out why Rin had done something so foolish as to try and kill himself, taking the sealed sword with him so that Rin didn't spontaneously combust at any given moment.
Needless to say, when he had come back with the information of what had happened (he had told everybody else that Rin was going out on a long mission in order to keep them from knowing what had happened), I had gotten up to go back to that filthy world and destroy those monsters who had done this to my little brother. But Mephisto had talked me out of it.
After all, what good would come of the council having another reason to exterminate us? So I settled for staying by my brother's side until he woke up.
Over the past few days, I had done little but bite my nail by his bed, tap my foot, pace, nervously check his heart rate and brain waves, and talk about random things to my brother in the hopes that he could hear me and that it would bring him back into reality. I don't know if it helped at all, but I liked to think that Rin would be glad to hear me.
And now, him losing his memory seemed like both a curse and a blessing to me; a curse because, I mean, his memories were what made him Rin! Without them, then he may as well never had met me before, never learned that we are brothers, never knew his identity or name. it was a blessing, however, for the same reasons; he didn't remember the false truths he was told, might as well never have disliked me, and could now live the life that our father had always wanted for him.
Life as the Prince of Hell.
A/N
This chapter is solely for the purpose of telling what happened in a nutshell! ^^ expect for this story to be updated irregularly, but updates will more than likely come in short chapter bursts. Please review!