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Heya, welcome back readers!
There's a lot of reviews that mentioned Rin was feeling guilty. Maybe you're wondering why but I'll leave it to your imaginations. It won't be fun if I simply lay out the reason for you~ hehehehe :p
And one thing for sure, I will keep this thing as Rin/seme and Yukio/uke, I won't change it! Don't worry dear readers! :3
For readers that are disturbed by the appearance of unknown OCs girls, I'm sorry if they're annoying or too bitchy for your taste. They were there because I need them to be the representatives of how other people view Rin and Yukio. Because if I laid out the situation using Rin/Yukio's point of view, it would leave an impression as if they're gloating about it XD
And the genre of this story is a mixture of romance, drama, action, and maybe a little angst. I hope readers would be able to accept that because I don't really like my story to be all about romance. I love to spice the intensity of things up! *peace*
Hope that clears up everything! Just ask me if there's something that confuses or disturbs you!
Now off you go...
LoveLess
Chapter 6 : Purple Blood
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"Soul of Raphael: Pirates and the Lycanth's Legacy?"
Yukio eyed the pale-pink booklet he had in his hand, perplexed eyes ran through the words in the script with utmost confusion.
Shiemi looked at him, a smile on her face, "You don't like the title, Yuki-chan?"
The teacher shook his head, "No, that's not it. It's just... uncommon. For a class drama, I expect something more simple like Hamlet or Macbeth"
"Well", Rin regarded his brother with a sideways glance, "Apparently not all people worship Shakepeare's stories like you do Yuki-chan. Besides, pirates are much cooler than kingdom tales like that." Rin finished with a faraway look and a stupid grin on his face. Somehow, the other exorcists could see his bubble of thought which involved: Rin, whose face had morphed to a sculpted handsome look and eyes glinting stars, was bent in a supposed cool pose by holding his crooked pirate sword in a chivalrous exaggerated position.
Rin chuckled in a feverish maddened manner as he stared at the ceiling with his leg propped on one of the chairs. His hand was hovering around his chin as if he had a long goatee in account of his imaginary scooping gesture.
Large sweatdrops developed on the back of the exorcists' head.
"Uuuh", Bon hated to break the mood but decided against his sliver of pity, "I think you'd better read the script first Okumura. To tell you the truth, you are not what you think you are"
Rin, still in his on-cloud-seven mood and shimmering state, grabbed the script and flipped it open, "Oooh even better, the captain right? 'Fear me lads, I'll bring savage upon your land'", Rin recited with first-grade haughtiness and then babbled on how cool he sounded.
Bon slapped his forehead, "Not that idiot, look at the list of the characters" Shima, who was standing near his hyped demon friend, took the initiative and pointed to a particular line on Rin's script.
Rin ceased his bouncing and read.
"You're the freaking lycanthrope"
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"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THERE'S NO WAY I'M PLAYING THE CHARACTER OF SOME RABID MUTT!"
Shima howled with laughter at seeing his demon friend sputtering incoherent protests and his hands shook the script so much as if it spelled the world's end.
"Suck it up Rin-inukoi~. It's unsightly for a proper dog to bark this loudly~", he trailed in a sing-song voice and made a move to pet Rin's head.
The half-demon dodged the impending limb and was ready to 'bark' back before a voice interfered his soon-to-be-monumental-man-vs-dog-war-with-psycho-pink-head immediate reason of detention, "O-Okumura-kun", Konekomaru stuttered, flinching slightly when the furious glare was directed to him. Breaking eye-contact, he forced the words out, "I know your part is a little... hard to pull off. But as unusual as it is, I'm sure you can do-
"HAAAARD? More like a-thousand-percent-super-duper-huper-wuper downright IMPOSSIBLE! Someone who is responsible for this script is IN for a fat piece of THIS!", Rin bellowed, jerking a fist with vengeance in front of him to emphasize his point of being 'pissed off'.
He slapped the script to the floor in chagrin, his furious sapphire eyes flicked around the occupants of the room as if they were the ones to blame.
Bon groaned, the noise was seriously physically hurting his ear-drums, "What's there to protest about? You suit the role Okumura"
Rin fumed up even more, "Oh yeah?", the half-demon sauntered over to stand in front of Bon. His furious blue eyes glared challengingly to the taller teen, "What part of me resembles this extravagant-excuse-of-a-wolf called 'lycanth'?", he spat out the last word with repugnance.
Unperturbed, Bon regarded the 'dwarf' with a blank look. He then answered, "In case you don't notice, you have this", Bon signaled a finger to his elf-like ears, "This", he lightly pinched Rin's cheek and pointed to his pearly a-lot-sharper-than-normal white fangs. "And lastly, that", he referred to the black appendage which was slashing agitatedly through the air.
Rin slapped Bon's hand away and nursed his abused cheek. "Me having animal... 'things' doesn't make me an animal you retard", he half-growled out.
As if there's an unseen force that opposed his claim, he felt a strong tug of his tail from behind. The pain sent him turning at a break-neck speed as he snarled like an angry cat to the criminal. With bestial sapphire orbs looked downright homicidal and body bent in a ready-attack position, he unconsciously bared his fangs viciously to Shima, who held his hands in a defensive gesture.
"Look"
Rin was snapped out of his current doing as he blinked stupidly. "You even behave like an animal", Bon concluded, smirking at satisfaction at his success of pissing Rin's already-severe-patience off. The half-demon, suddenly feeling self-conscious, quickly softened his feature and stood erect once again. Within half a second, the momentary impression of an enraged animal had completely vanished, leaving a simple teenage human on its wake.
Rin struggled to keep his temper, which was hanging on the edge of the cliff right now. He glowered daggers at the pink-headed teen before turning to Bon.
"Anyone would react like that if their tail was pulled", Rin spat out in defense as his quivering tail wrapped its length around his waist and chest. He protectively held it with utmost tender.
"No they wouldn't if they didn't have a freaking tail to begin with"
Rin resisted the urge to pummel the chicken-butt-haired bastard to death as his mind-gears worked to figure out a more useful strategy than his desire to kill someone right now. A lighbulb appeared above his head as he leered darkly to his silent twin.
"Yukio~"
Yukio's eyebrow twitched but he remained indifferent and continued pretending reading the script. He had incessantly begged beforehand, to whom he didn't know, that his silence wouldn't somehow attract his desperate brother. Guess it went futile.
Rin stood in front of his younger brother, who was sitting on a deserted chair, with a too-bright-grin plastered and tail waving from side to side in slow exuberance, "If you looove me, make the clown change the script", Rin purred.
Yukio sighed, "It can't be done"
"You love me right?"
"What does loving you get to do with anything? And the answer to your previous demand is still negative."
Rin pouted, "Oooh come on! Let's go to the clown and squeeze the life out of hi- uuuh ask him to change either the script or my role. I mean no one in their right mind could produce such a stupid script, Mephisto must be drunk or high or something when he was writing it"
"A responsible school principal such as Pheles-san wouldn't be immersed in such an unsightly condition on duty"
"...you love me right?"
A tick mark produced on the side of his forehead as he gently put his script down. He cupped his twin's cheeks and pulled him closer so they were eye to eye, "Yes I. Do. LOVE. You. But it wouldn't be right for us to force him to change the script"
"And why is that?",
"Because I am sure Pheles-san has spent a considerable amount of time and effort to create and develop the storyline. It will be such an irreverent act against our principal to just discard it off", Yukio, almost like he was reading, spoke gently but firmly without breaking eye-contact.
"And yes, I looove you very much nii-san", the brunette added before Rin could say anything. To emphasize his point, he leaned down and placed a small peck on the side of Rin's lips, "Let's end our argument with that", he murmured and gave his pouting brother an apologizing gaze.
'We'll talk about this later'
Rin narrowed his eyes. 'You'd better remember. I'll make you change your mind no matter what.'
'I doubt it'
The gathering exorcists observed the scene in awkward fascination. Usually the PDA they showed were only limited in holding hands or slight physical cuddle. However, they didn't fathom it could be as close as this, hell Rin didn't even bat an eye when Yukio planted his lips near his, although them being two guys. Shiemi and Shima even tried to breath as quiet as possible as to not disturb the twins. Izumo averted her gaze with a slight blush on her face. Konekomaru fiddled his fingers nervously. And Bon was having trouble where to look.
"Ahem", out of the blue a cough alerted the crowd. All of them lifted their gazes to the door where the source of the intruder's voice came from.
"Sorry to disturb yer lovey-dovey making out session, but I've got an order for ya"
A voluptuous woman stood there confidently with one hand on hip and the other casually shouldering her sword. She paid the Okumura brothers extra attention as she noticed how they were far too close for comfort to each other.
Rin gave Shura a sneer, "We aren't making out", he said as he gave himself the privilege to sit on his brother's lap. Out of habit, Yukio wrapped his hands around his twin's hips to balance him.
Shura rolled her eyes, "Yeah yeah sure, ya get my point. Anyway Mephisto gave ye all squawking chickens a mission. Prepare yer weapons and all other stuffs within 15 minutes and meet me at the South Exchange"
Izumo's unique brows raised. South Exchange, that meant they would be using the special teleportation key. "Kirigakure-sensei, where will this mission take place?", the purple-haired girl asked. Knowing the area of their battle ground against demons beforehand would prove to be an advantageous information later.
Shura's eyes brightened with glee. "Ye snotty brats would fucking loooove it. Well, at least if ye don't mind the temperature. I'll give ye a hint, it's the largest desert in the world~"
Shima widened his eyes in surprise, "Huh? You kidding me? Sa-sahara desert?"
"Che, ya guess it already. No fun."
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A tenebrous sizzling blur slashed the sweltering air in blinding speed as it dove a precise arc towards its two-legged target. The boy's wide sapphire orbs drank in the sight of the upcoming impact. Out of his demonic instinct, he weakened the force holding his right leg slightly which provided his body a-hair-breadth-away incline to be out of harm's way.
"WHOOOOAAAAA!", Rin yelled out in panicky as the tail, which was a mere inch from shredding his facial skin, struck through the ground like a fierce spear to the body of a living man. He stumbled a few steps behind in an attempt to regain his balance. Not to mention, the slippery soft sand-covered ground made it an extra challenge to acquire a steady footing.
"Easy there you stupid boneless-tailed- !"
The demon, as if knowing that the indecent swearing was addressed to it, cut the complaining teen's sentence off by snapping its massive claws at the place where the half-demon was present half a second ago.
The massive intrusion of the gigantic steel-like tail to the golden sandy ground gave life to a shower of sand as it jerked upwards. As the last grains of the smooth yellowish sand dispersed, a figure darted, closing in to the giant monster.
"A haste of misguidance in the depth of Hallowed Ellinois Lake and a tinge of destined death, come forth the gods chained by eternal grudge, Tsura *to Baya!", a commanding voice ordered. A circle of light illuminated the battle ground. Its bright glow momentarily pronounced the shadow of the scorpion demon as two swift creatures burst past the temporary wall of light.
(A/N: *to here means 'and')
One of the strong-built gods sped, sleek pure-white skin reflected the burning rays of light in a blinding glare before strong jaws clamped with power on the base of the immobile tail. The scorpion howled, and instinctively turned, forgetting about the boy it hunted. Only to be struck across its vulnerable scarlet eyes as the twin orbs crushed beneath the pressure of tough dark thorny tail. It screeched as it crashed to the ground.
In between the two animal deities, Izumo smirked. The white one, an elegant yellow-eyed shark which continuously swayed its lean body calculatively on the air, kept its sharp gaze to the twitching and currently powerless enemy. His partner, a charcoal-black crocodile with long tail swishing across the sand, snarled, waiting for its master command.
The girl opened her mouth, "Tsura, cleanse the heathen's clouded soul"
And the holy salt-water beast opened its strong jaws and a light ball swirled alive in between the velvet living creasts.
Four golden circlets dangling on a monk's staff clinked, a droplet of sweat escaped the mass of pink locks to pave its way down to a huffing neck. He inhaled deeply and jammed the end of his staff deep to the sandy ground, eyes cautiously fixed on a massive flock of the arachnids which were madly screeching its way towards him. Their segmented tails, which curved over the back, swayed side to side in their mad dash, courtesy of four pairs of legs that powerfully stabbed repetitively to the sandy ground to push their mighty bodies forward.
"Heed my calling and lend me thou warrior unyielding bound, I humbly owe thee calamity of the dragon vein", he whispered, briefly glancing down at the visible end of his staff, as the top birthed a steady green glow. The glow circled around the head of the staff momentarily before it travelled along the length and finally disappeared into the depth of the sand.
"Shima!", Konekomaru warned. His hands were intertwined to form the holy seal and a black bracelett comprised of repeating-patterned beads circled around his thin digits.
The pinkette ground his teeth, being rushed in his semi-panicked state didn't help a damn thing, "I know", a look of extreme concentration was visibly etched on his face. He lifted his gaze back, ignoring the streams of sweat sneaking past his eyebrows, to the scorpions which were now too dangerously close, and smirked.
As if commanded under a concealed force, four green whip-like strands of pure energy burst from the ground and, without missing a beat, sliced the air to bind the approaching demons. They stumbled but stubbornly fought their way forcefully towards the monk using sheer strength.
Without wasting any time, Konekomaru started his faithful chanting, "Now the Spirit speaketh expressly, that in the latter times some shall depart from the faith, giving heed to seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils (1 Timothy 1); As the last embodiment of evil lurks, stains of mischief shalt perished!"
The cat-lover chose to further elaborate his understanding on aria's way of exorcism, thus strengthening his verses and holy affinity to a remarkable level. As he chanted a few lines before the four powerful demons, they cried out painful howls and then disintegrated to sand-like substance.
Shima, trusting his partner to finish up the job, had already taken custody of another fast-moving demons. Throwing his sutras, the electricity bolts of purifying power came alive and reduced the state of the monsters to mere sand.
"Ni-chan! Hautoruni-chan please!"
The green specter merrily tweeted and from its small body burst forth thorn-filled walls of vines. It groaned and crackled as it twined with power around the scorpions which trapped the monsters with no escape. Konekomaru knew what to do, and as the last word left his mouth, the monster dispersed.
"Yes we did it!", Shiemi exclaimed, jogging with vigor to both of her partners with a big grin plastered on her face. The trio exchanged brief words of celebration before focusing back to the current war.
A pair of spectacles flashed as a dark-clothed figure rushed across the ground of his own solitary combat. His way of fighting was clearly elaborated with the expression of thunderous rings of repetitive gunshots. Lean swift arms effectively changed the guns' course to propel each bullet straight to all the predatory arthropods flocking around him. His weapons, a twin of silver-plated hand guns with slim muzzles, were gripped tightly until the strains of muscle on his knuckles were clearly visible.
His body movement was fluid, as he fired bullets after rounds of bullets with agility and extraordinary flexibility. Crossing arms, pointing backwards, spinning, ducking, and dodging, he did all of those conspicuous parts of being engaged in an active battle with calm dedication radiating from his focused green eyes. Repeating the action of shedding used magazines with a clank, he jammed another one into the empty trunk as his other hand never abandoning the necessity of firing down nearing demons.
Out of his keen peripheral vision, a medium-sized scorpion was rushing. Not bothering to spare the single threat a glance, he finished it off with a single shot dead to the middle of its forehead
"Suguro-kun! Towards you!", Yukio, while ducking under an impending leg, yelled over the heatedly fluxing atmosphere of the battle ground.
The brash-eyed teen heeded the alert. He finished his current foe and turned towards the evil-bearing threat, "Got it teach!" He straightened his back and gave a quick look over of the scorpion.
It was big. That's all the information he needed.
He positioned his fingers in his trademark seal. "God of fortitude and unseen nature-", his dark eyes glared at the demon as he positioned his opened palms in front of him.
"-grant me the virtue of terminating these heinous forces to oblivion!", he yelled. A force of visible wind manifested and shot off from his palm, propelling straight towards the unsuspecting enemy.
In mere milliseconds, the impact of the incantation bullet had already produced a massive explosion. Leaving a dying screech ringing forbiddingly like a memorable death bell.
Rin had another swarm for himself. In his full-fledged demon form, blue fire flaring around his body like a durable armor, and the trusted demon sword securely held with vice grip around a clawed hand, Rin posed as a formidable sight and obvious threat to both humans and even demons. However, the scorpions, of which intelligent levels' were under average demons, didn't cease to bombard him blindly with their deathly weapons.
A tail lunged with horizontal propagation towards the teen. A keen blue eye caught on the movement as he swerved slightly to the side, the barely noticeable movement saved him from being penetrated straight to the heart and instead went between near his armpit. The half-demon used the momentum to swing his Kurikara and the blade cleanly cut the appendage in one arc.
Another creature shrieked from behind and Rin leaped, avoiding a sharp claw from snapping his body in half as he landed on one black hard body. He jammed the sharp end straight, drilling into the head and dragged it sideways until it drew purple blood. The unfortunate demon gurgled before slumping lifelessly with his blood pooling around its head.
A shadow loomed over him courtesy from two scorpions soaring the air towards him from a hill of sand. The creatures were shrieking in vengeance, equipped with deathly stingers which dripped with fatal venom, they truly bore the image of homicidal killing machines. Rin, realizing he had his back to the enemies, bent forward and whirled with Kurikara pointed straight. The simple spinning strategy promptly slashed the demons across their exposed thorax, earning satisfying agony-stricken yowl. He smirked as purple strips of blood color the hot air and a particularly long one smeared across his face.
And the battle continued with Rin wielding Kurikara and tiredlessly drew deathly swings and stabs in swift counterattacks from the demons' assaults. His body, lit with blue fire, bent and strained in a deathly dance as he finished off the demons one by one without a hint of hesitation. The clothes he was wearing was painted deep purple from all his ministrations in wiping the life out of every of his advancing enemy, but he didn't seem to care.
He jumped over a lashing tail and jerked his head away to avoid an avenging claw. But failed to anticipate his other attacker as a scorpion rammed its body to his right side.
"Aaagh!", he gritted his teeth in pain as his hand failed its grip on the hilt of Kurikara. The sword slided across the bloody purple-patched sand before becoming still.
He was forced to abandon his sword as a tail swang a half arc to him, "Shit!", he cursed. Using the tail to his advantage as a trampoline, he leaped away. But to his chagrin, out of the corner of his eyes he saw a black lethal stinger cutting the air towards him in incredible speed.
Shiemi saw the scene and her green eyes widened, "Rin!"
Rin, now body facing the projectile, eyed his possible reason of death anxiously. His left hand gripped his right forearm tightly as the spot of dark red continued to spread and spoil his white uniform.
But then he smirked, "Just kidding"
The dark-haired took a deep breath and then opened his jaws. The sight of more prominent razor-sharp white fangs was a mere distraction, what he intended was for his prey to suffer a scorching death. A swirling ball of blue fire flared to life from his mouth as he blew and the element of nature shot towards the scorpion. The fire quickly wrapped its cackling envelope around the tail and continued to engulf the animal's body. The creature shrieked as the burning energy tore through its metal-hard body and fry its tissues. And when the fire reached its vital organs, the scorpion was long dead and its body, or what remained from it, collapsed to the ground.
Rin landed soundlessly, his messy bangs covered his eyes from view as he dragged his gaze impassively to observe the screeching, more ill-driven scorpions closing on him like enraged and famished predators.
Putting getting away as the last on his list, his head bent down, instead choosing to concentrate his demonic energy. The scorpions howled, screeched, and snarled, seemingly ecstatic to see their prey to be completely still and vulnerable. But their euphoric moments were cut short when blue hellish flame suddenly emerged and engulf the entirity of their bodies like lethal contagious ailment.
And a short moment later they slumped, dead. Rin smirked beneath his bangs, eyes glinting with sickened satisfaction, in the circle of his very own blue flame flaring and draining lives around him from all the corpses and remains here and there. The dim, nearly dark sandy hills area from the sinking dawn sun was lit with faint blue color as the fire continued to dance, swaying its affinity entity in an enchanting and forlorning ritual of death.
And that marked the end of the battle.
Shiemi hurried to examine and tend her fellow exorcist friends.
As the exorcists gathered to report and had a check-up on their condition, Yukio walked towards his kneeling brother. His coat was lightly torn in several places and a long scratch marred across the length of his cheekbone, but otherwise, he was nearly unscathed.
"Nii-san", he softly called.
Obviously he noticed the injury Rin sustained from the deep red color coating the area of his forearm. True he was worried sick, anyone could tell from the obvious concern radiating off his face and the way his eyes kept darting uneasily.
But... Something... Maybe the way Rin seemed to not mind the blood trickling down his shirt, or the unconscious waves of solitary vibe his twin produced which clearly prompted anyone to stay away. Or the way he didn't seem to mind being in the circle of massacre with all the demonic blood pooling around him and coating him from head to toe.
Yukio, to his confusion, found that he couldn't bring himself to come closer.
"Nii-san", Yukio called once again with uncertainty, trying hard to probe what his twin had in mind, "Are you... okay?"
Rin didn't immediately answer. He brought his hand closer and inspected the dark color dripping off his palms. In the ray of the sinking dawn sun, the deep purple seemed to reflect a vermillion red color.
"I'm... fine", Rin answered. But his voice wavered, only slightly.
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They had shown an extraordinary performance. It was not an understatement. The concrete proof was clearly displayed on the desert battle ground of where grostequely slain demons' carcasses laid scattered and abandoned. Rin had dismissed his flame though.
The indigenous, tanned-skinned men with tall stature who were clad with shabby linen clothings, gathered around to accost the exorcists. Similar light hazel eyes all tranfixed their gaze to the exhausted exorcists, observing them with curious fascination.
"Thank you exorcists. We really appreciate your help in disposing the demons", an elderly, with curled white goatee who was standing in front of the group of exorcists, spoke with sharp English accent, head and back respectfully bowed down in attempt to please the Japanese.
Yukio urgently answered, "Please, lift your head mister. We are glad to be of service to you"
The rest of the exorcists stood a little behind of their leader. The former exquires, now had proudly been promoted two grades up to Lower First Class, ensured the little formal goodbye-session to Yukio, their teacher that was entitled Upper Second Class appelation, a rank higher than his previous one.
The First Class exorcists looked flushed with fatigue, bandages littered over various wounded places on their body. Except for Rin. He had denied when Shiemi insisted to apply the bandage, the blond girl finally gave up after Rin reasoned by showing his near-healed forearm and his other minor wounds that had miraculously vanished. His demonic healing skill was indeed of a different level than normal humans.
The man lifted his head, however his eyes were still shining with barely-contained gratitude, "Still, the demons have been terroring us for many days now. The people are afraid to go out during the night and even in the day. If help didn't show up, I am sure we will be dehydrated and famished any short time later". Murmurs of aggrement resonated around the crowd of the natives.
The village chief gestured a hand discreetly behind his back. A moment later, a small dark-skinned girl with long-braided hair scuttled out the circle of the people, in her arms bringing a bundle carefully to her father. The chief took the bundle and thanked his daughter, "As a token for your remarkable bravery, please receive these small gifts", he presented the inside of the bundle to the exorcists. It was a myriad of traditionally-made small things which were all unique and eye-catching, no doubt the handicrafts of their culture.
"Ah please don't trouble yourself. We will receive payment from the order later", Yukio tried to refuse politely, although he couldn't help but still admired the exotic-looking things though.
"Please, I insist. Its our sign of gratitude. Receive them"
The exorcists smiled and each one stepped forward to receive their small reward of their choice. Rin, seeing Yukio immediately took a liking to a certain kaleidoscopic neatly-folded fabric, took a similar one for himself. He inwardly cherished when Yukio awarded him with a small smile. Shima grinned and patted the half-demon's back. Twin things for twins, his mischievous eyes seemed to confirm. Rin only blushed and glared half-heartedly to his pink-haired friend.
Shiemi, after putting a gorgeous hand-made doll in her bag, noticed a long scratch she hadn't tended that marred the pale skin of Yukio's cheek. She immediately hurried over, "Yu-yuki-chan! Your wound...", she gestured timidly to the tall brunette's face. Yukio touched his cheek and for the first time noticed the small bleeding wound. He immediately responded, "Oh, don't bother about it Moriyama-san. It's only a small scratch-
Rin stepped forward, "No need Shiemi. Let me". He tiptoed to angle his head to match Yukio's height and cupped his jaws tenderly. Then to the shock of both the natives' and exorcists' life, Rin's tongue darted out and traced a wet trail slowly over the long red line.
Yukio stayed still to allow his twin repeatedly licking his wound, although his eyes showed a hint of surprise. After several adequately-applied licks, the elder twin let go with a satisfied grin.
"Done!", he announced with glee, admiring his little brother's now scarless cheek.
Yukio, already knew that his wound had completely healed, smiled appreciatively at his brother, "Thank you"
Shima rushed over to inspect his teacher's cheek with wonder, "Woah", he sputtered out, eyes completely fascinated, "You can heal someone by licking the wound? That's awesome dude!"
Rin only smirked smugly. Even without conveying it with words, the exorcists could tell that Rin was incredibly proud of his ability.
"But how come you've never done it before?", Bon asked skeptically.
"Yukio, being the perfect exorcist he is, rarely gets hurt", Rin shrugged, "And there's no way I'm licking someone else's wound, baaaaka", the dark-haired teen arogantly stated as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
Bon instantly peeved like a kettle, "I dare ya to say it again, you broom-haired wolf-wanna-be!"
As the duo quarreled, the native village chief whispered to the nearest exorcist, which was Izumo, "Um, pardon me if I'm mistaken. But… does Japan allow homosexuality?"
Izumo blushed profusely as her eyes stared at the wondering chiefs incredulously, "Wha-what? Of course we don't!", she exclaimed with peculiar English accent. The chief furrowed his brows, barely satisfied with the answer that contradicted with his perception as his eyes flicked knowingly towards the twins. The purple-haired girl's mouth went 'o' as she answered, her cheeks still hadn't subdued its bright pink blare though, "Aaah, you mean them? They're not lovers. They're brothers, uuuum-", she paused for a second to determine the right word, "-twins! Yes twins"
The eavesdropping natives whispered hotly amongst themselves in shock, "Brothers?"
After waving goodbyes, the exorcists went back through the door that spouted 'magic' that was 'magically' able to link thousands of kilometers distance from Sahara to the Land of the Rising Sun. The exorcists chattered happily, each excitedly telling tales of their 'awesome' battle to the other. The natives stood still to see them off, repeatedly saying 'thank you' to the exorcists. Their primary attentions however, were locked to the now newfound twins. They still couldn't fathom why brothers had their hands linked to each other in an unabashed manner and why the other exorcists didn't seem to find it weird.
After the door closed, the village chief shook his head and murmured to himself, "Brothers that age shouldn't continue to cling to each other like that. It will become a trouble in the future", he whispered to the silent scorching air. A gust of wind suddenly blew, alerting the attention of the elderly to inspect his front. Far up ahead above the lines of their dwelling, was a gale of sand-storm that was approaching towards them forbiddingly.
He quickly announced, "People, return back to your own house. There's a sand-storm coming"
The dark-skinned villagers saluted before obediently raced back to the safety of their homes.
'Yes, just like the sand-storm', he inwardly pondered among the throng of the rushing villagers. Within a few long strides he arrived in the front of his own door, 'I have a strong bad premonition that an obstacle will one day challenge their strong bond'
He welcomed himself in and closed the door, just before the first wave of tempestuous flying sand blew past his house.
'I sincerely hope they will be able to overcome it… together'
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Wheeew that's a tiring chapter to write. I hope you're satisfied readers! ^.^
I love writing the fighting scene though! If it sucks please spare me, it's my first time writing a long one :-D
Sorry about the graphic fighting scene, I need to write the battle in detail to introduce their new ability after a year has passed. I don't know how their fighting style will grow because I don't read the manga, only the anime, so I'm sorry if it's veeery different than in the actual series ._.
Oh, and one more thing! Thumbs up for Indonesians who know where I got the 'Tsura' and 'Baya' words! You know your home country well my friends! XD
Stay tuned for the next chapter~ And don't forget to review! I want to know about your opinion on the scenes that was displayed in this chappie:)
~Golden Mist Fox
*grumble about the childish name*