A/N

Over the next few days, I will either update a ton or not update any. I don't know, I'm really stressed and feel like I'll either type to escape from it or just sit in my room with a bag of Doritos watching YouTube videos and trying not to cry. Periods suck….. Q^Q

Anyways, here is some Amaimon. Before I get back to Rin and Yukio (next chapter should be about Yukio and Mephisto), I need to catch everybody else up to one point in time first. So by Easter, I plan to have at least gotten them all up to speed.

Just a warning, there is a bit of cursing in this chapter, but hey; there was bound to be some at some point, right? Also I don't know how well this chapter is written, as I wrote half yesterday and then came back to it today. Tell me if it is choppy or if you don't understand, and I will gladly edit it so that it is better! And honestly don't feel shy to give constructive criticism; I love reviews of any kind.

So enjoy, and reviews on how I can improve are always welcome. ^^

Amaimon's POV

When I landed in the alley down below, I stretched my mouth open in a wide yawn. The trip from Gehenna to Assiah always wiped me out. That mixed with the growing pit in my stomach from saying what I did to Rin made for a nauseating cocktail which made my head spin more than usual.

I focused on the delicious flavor of the sucker in my mouth instead of the bile in the back of my throat, but even the sugar seemed to turn to ash and dust on my tongue when the memory of Rin prodded me.

In a few more moments the treat was gone in my mouth, and I dug through my pockets for another one. But a snarl was ripped through my throat when I found out that had been my very last one; I would have to make another trip while I was in this world to stock back up. The lack of sugary taste left me alone to my thoughts, not even the flavor of cardboard distracting me from my mind wandering around to where I least wanted it right then.

What if he was set off by me saying he could get his memory back? What if he started trying to get it back? What if he remembered being a human? What if he remembered that he had a human brother? What if he started thinking I was lying to him? Okay, maybe I was lying, but still… I wanted my brother home at any cost, damnit!

Home, and unsoiled by thoughts that human filth ran through his veins. Sure it made him more entertaining, but I would trade that for having him in Gehenna any day. If he were to regain his memory, all would be lost…

The emotions churning in me were so powerful I hadn't even realized I had turned a corner of the alley. That is, until I bumped into something that felt like a brick wall with clothes on.

"Hey!" squawked the enormous guy I had bumped into, making his friends turn to look at us. I backed up a bit, impassive mask slipping easily on in place of the murderous aura which had been enveloping me only moments before.

There were five of them, counting the one I had bumped into. The one closest to me who had let out the rather unmasculine sound looked exactly as he had felt when I had plowed into him; like a brick wall wearing clothes. Two of the others looked like opposites, one being a tall stick who appeared mostly dead and soulless, right next to him standing a little fat guy who looked like his spirit animal was a vicious, man-eating Chihuahua. The other two looked fairly normal for humans. Well, normal as compared to their companions.

All of them had hair dyed black and tipped with absurd colors, wearing all black leather and chains. I could have sworn a few of them even were wearing makeup.

"Watch where you're going, punk!" spat the brick, turning and jabbing a finger into my chest. Oh, so I was the punk here…? But never mind that.

My mind instantly went to thanking the stars that this welcoming distraction had presented itself. The people looked like they were all on something or another, wobbling a bit. And now that I thought about it the entire alleyway smelled like bitter and choking smog.

"Y'need to learn to watch where you're going!" one of them slurred and spat.

I internally smirked; good, they didn't even need provocation besides my accidental bump before they decided to start wanting to hurt me. I mean, sure I'll admit I didn't look very strong. But sometimes that was a good thing in attracting people who deserved to be beat up for picking on those weaker looking than them. I may have been a demon but that didn't mean I had no morals.

As a few of the guys – one who was smoking something a few moments later but was now stomping the burning stick out on the pavement- began moving towards me, I could already feel myself releasing the tension in my muscles from worry.

This would be fun…

After what seemed like only a few brief moments but what was in reality almost an hour, I walked out of the alleyway. The tension had almost completely dissipated from my bones and I could now think clearly. I didn't even have to worry about my conscience considering that they guys in the alley weren't dead; just a bit roughed up, might wake up in a few hours with massive headaches and little to no recollection of what exactly happened.

Nothing all that serious.

I took a few breaths as I walked in the direction of a large, hive-like building. The perfect way to get rid of this residual tension would definitely be to ruin the lives of those fools who had caused my brother so much pain. If I couldn't work up the courage to amend things right now with Rin, the second best thing would be to create chaos for those who had made his life so damn miserable.

Even my weariness was forgotten in the thoughts of the delicious reactions I would be able to savor. Not even my lack of another sweet could sour the taste it put in my mouth.