3rd person POV

Yukio sat on the edge of his bed, seeming to read a book. He was, actually, paying little to no attention to the words on the page, instead absorbed in his own thoughts.

I didn't do anything. Rin was being stupid, and deserved to be yelled at. He will be back as soon as he finishes his mission. He thought repeatedly, slowly dislodging the edge of guilt that had managed to slip its way into his head, replacing it instead with a selfish sense that he hadn't anything to apologize for or worry about.

Then, there was a sort of draft that pushed into the room, even though no doors or windows were opened, snapping the boy out of his thoughts.

He picked his gun up from where it had been placed on the table by the bed warily, prepared in case a demon were to come in. as soon as he touched the trigger, however, the gust stopped.

After a moments silence and Yukio tensing up, holding the weapon at the ready, a voice came from his right.

"Hello, Yukio."

Yukio spun to face the green haired demon that floated upside-down, leaning against the wall. His eyes were cold, and he was, as usual, holding a lollipop in his mouth.

"Why are you here, Amaimon?" Yukio spat, leveling the gun to aim right between the other's eyes where it would surely kill the demon.

"Don't shoot. I came to tell you something," he growled. Yukio was confused as to the usually nonchalant unless angry demon being so passive aggressive.

"What is it?" the boy with glasses asked suspiciously, knowing that he was, in fact, unable to get into the academy unless Mephisto, or an equally powerful being, had allowed him in.

The other sneered, the barely contained hostility and disgust shinning like cold steel in his eyes, and chuckled darkly. "It will be so much fun seeing how you react to this little bit of news about your brother, Yukio, you pitiful, disgusting human."

Yukio froze, the feeling he had gotten earlier growing more than just a small, gnawing thought. It was recognizable as dread, a sense that something was terribly wrong.

"What do you mean?" he asked slowly. "Rin is on a mission. He left three days ago."

Amaimon laughed, a bitter, spiteful kind of laugh, and said in between frantic breaths "You… you REALLY believed that! HAH! Humans are so stupid!" suddenly stopping, he glared back up at where the gun was still pointed at him.

Yukio clenched the gun tighter, wanting to shoot the intruder for fear of what he would say. Instead, he growled "Go on, then. Hurry up, I don't have all day."

"I will be totally blunt with you; I've never been one to lessen the blow of things."

He reached up and moved the candy to his front teeth, where he shattered it with a single bite, swallowing the pieces and putting the empty stick in his shirt pocket.

"Because of you and your idiot friends, Rin tried to kill himself."

At this, Yukio froze, eyes wide, thinking what? No, Rin wouldn't do that! Would he…?

Amaimon, pleased with the reaction, continued "He jumped off the top of the school, hoping that it would kill him. It didn't. If I hadn't seen him and come to his aid, however, he would surely have died, given all of the broken bones he has, and even though blood loss has no effect on my brother, he has severe brain damage."

At this point, Yukio's gun had begun to slip, and he dropped his hands to his sides, the weapon clattering to the floor in his shock. "Liar…" he whispered, even though a part of him knew it was true, that Rin had looked beyond hurt when he had walked away, that something in his slumped shoulders and silence should have told him what was happening to his own twin brother.

"Now," growled Amaimon, taking joy in seeing his brother's twin in shock "I am going back to Gehenna; Rin should be waking up again by now, and I need to get him to remember his own name."

With that, the green-haired demon flipped himself right side up, and walked to the window, opening it up and disappearing into the night.