Yukio's POV
I let out a weary sigh as I closed the door to Rin and my room, the day's tiring events finally breaking through my outside barrier as I let it down.
Had Rin not been on a mission right then, he would have done one of two things; either have not noticed me due to him doing something utterly hare-brained, or have made some remark about how I should lie down and get some, rest.
A wave of guilt suddenly washed over me at the thought of my half-demon brother. Last I had seen him, he was looking extremely shocked and hurt, and then walked off without another word. I had no doubt he had asked to go on a long mission, just to be a drama king.
But still… I thought, unconsciously scrunching my eyes together in confusion, I can't help but feel like Mephisto isn't telling us something…
I quickly shook away the feeling telling myself that he deserved what Bon had said to him for being so reckless… even though Konecko had had a demon on him, but after Rin went on his mission, we had found out and quickly disposed of it. But, still. Rin should have told us that there was a demon, and we may have not been mad at him.
But he hadn't, and instead had shot the killer fire at him. So we had yelled at him, and he had decided to go on a mission to blow off some steam. He would be back.
But, somewhere in the corner of my mind, a little worm of something too small to identify yet gnawed at me, making me glance over at Rin's bed. It was so uncharacteristically neat, as if it didn't expect to be used any time soon.
Shaking my head once again as if to clear out old cobwebs, I went to get ready for bed, shoving the small, anxious feeling to the very back of my mind.
I didn't do anything wrong, I repeated to myself over and over in my head. Rin will be back soon. I didn't do anything wrong…