I'm not dead, sorry for the delay! I will finish this fic no matter what!
LoveLess
Chapter 14: Vile Passion
Yukio didn't even realise that his feet had propelled himself upwards into a standing position
An uncharacteristic chuckle vibrated off the teen's lips, "There's no need to feel so alarmed~", the words were dripping with amusement, infused with so much honey that the sweetness made Yukio cringed internally. "I'll take good care of that pretty little body you have~"
He had to stifle a reflexive shudder.
Now that Yukio had a chance to recollect his scattered thoughts from the unexpected shock, from the unexpected swapping of presence, the previous warmness of his eyes froze. He wasn't a picky man, preferring certain qualities over others simply out of a measure of practicality, but he could say he despised that voice. The voice itself belonged to Rin, of perpetual mischief and of fond familiarity, however, the tone was despicably foreign.
'Rin' put on a mock morose expression, "Is such expression appropriate to greet your beloved brother?"
Without a hint of hesitation Yukio answered icily, "You're not my brother"
"Then who am I?"
Yukio remained silent.
'Rin' laughed heartily for a few seconds before abruptly stopping, wiping an imaginary tear of mirth from the corner of his eye, "I was under the impression that you are the more insightful one of the Okumura brothers... However, I am not aware that you are the type to forget the names of people you hold oh so passionately at night", he purred with half-lidded eyes. Much mockery was injected in his words, and he expected the humiliation to trigger emotional levers leading to anger.
But the younger Okumura's face remained frigid, "I have never heard of an introduction, as such I'd love to hear a proper one right now"
The red-eyed demon was impressed at the level of control the human displayed, it seemed his attempt on derision failed to pique him, even though his countenance didn't outwardly show it. He entertained the curious exorcist with an answer nonetheless, "I am your brother, Yukio-kun, but it is true that I am not exactly your 'Rin' ". Fiery-coloured eyes turned reverent as his gaze drifted from Yukio's to the sparkling stars below his feet, "I am a consciousness born from Rin's demonic blood, representing his inner instinctual self, savage tendencies, and carnal desires. I am capable of conjuring up thoughts and relayed them directly to Rin's mind. I experience everything Rin experiences including all sensory stimulations and his general emotional reactions. Furthermore...", red eyes flicked back towards Yukio's green ones, a bestial smirk sat at the corner of his lips, "... I can assume control over his body, like this"
The implication of danger bellying that last statement didn't go unnoticed as the exorcist straightened his posture defensively.
"Oh, for the sake of differentiating him from me, you can call me Shiki"
Perplexed from this new set of information, Yukio spent a few moments to process it. This... Shiki... he didn't know how to respond to this new 'consciousness' that was apparently present in his brother's body. He could tell he felt a mild dismay that Rin had been hiding this from him, however, it didn't negate the fact that he eventually divulged this secret to him.
"So Shiki...-san, how long has Rin been aware of your existence?"
"Hmm, about a year I suppose"
A year... It was about the right time-frame around that one-night incident. Neither of them had really invested time in talking about it but he didn't realize that his brother had an additional discovery he'd been mulling over alone.
Lips pursed grimly the young exorcist ventured on, "Will prolonging your presence as the dominant side in some way threaten Rin's?"
Shiki's brows arched up, out of all the questions he had prepared answers for, this one escaped his expectation. Casting a sly smile towards Yukio's direction, he questioned back, "What if it will?"
Yukio's gaze hardened, "Then I will have to ask you to leave...", the hardened tone indicated a clear threat.
The demon guffawed, cradling his belly with an arm as a hunched back prompted his other arm to his knee. Confused, Yukio clearly missed any tidbit of laughing material from this situation.
"Is there something funny?"
Shiki's laughter rang for a few more seconds before it stopped, the demon straightened his posture and the impression of a haughty individual was assumed once again.
"Aaaah Yukio-kun, such a noble brother you are~ prioritizing your big brother's well-being before satisfying your starving curiosity. Rest assured, young exorcist, he is fine and well...", he purred sultrily, ruby eyes were sizing him up with an unknown set of intentions.
"However, I am certain he will be especially contented if I ensure yours as well. You see-", he faced Yukio fully with cunning eyes fixed to guarded emerald ones then embarked on a slow purposeful gait towards the twin of his host, "-this demon only acts for the sake of Rin's utmost interest~"
The spectacled-teacher immediately switched into defensive mode as a slightly perspiring hand hovered near his gun holster. Shiki held up his hands in a harmless universal gesture, "No need to be so aggressive Yukio-kun, I will not harm you. I assure you that your brother has warned me of unspeakable torture he will subject me to if I try. And I certainly do not seek to be accosted with such a troublesome situation. Plus, would you really consider shooting your brother?"
Against his better judgement, Yukio let go of his grip.
The demon breached the teen's personal space and stood there. Yukio felt a desperate urge to put some distance between them but pushed it down forcefully. Now that they were close and the height difference became apparent, Shiki needed to tilt his head upwards to continue eye-contact. He whispered, "What's the silence for? Moan and blame! It's no good to endure it dear Yukio~"
Yukio stared down questioningly, "Pardon?"
"Playing dumb?" Shiki shook his head as his tone suddenly changed into that of perverse dominance, "On your back, now"
Feeling alarmed the exorcist made a move to step back. Within a split second, Yukio found his back collided to the gravel-covered ground jolting his focus to bewildered nerves. A weight pressed on him and a pair of red orbs tingled at his peripheral vision. Instinctively, he exerted his limbs to escape the trapping gesture, "What are you doing?! Get off of me!"
The demon had no trouble overpowering the flailing teen, but his irritation was apparent, "Stop struggling!", he asserted with a growl, "Do you want Rin to jump off the cliff and die? Because I can make this body do it"
Yukio's thrashing ceased as he stared wide-eyed at the amused demon. Shiki chuckled while his hands released the limp wrists, "Good boy", and worked on undoing the buttons of his coat deftly. Yukio stiffened but didn't stop the impending hands.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see", the demon chuckled darkly.
In an instant, he had undone Yukio's two layers of buttoned-up clothes, leaving bare smooth skin free for exploration. It would be smooth, if it wasn't for the fresh discolouration in patches scattered across the teen's torso and abdomen.
Shiki ran ghostly fingers over the reddish mark and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, "My, my, the burn's pretty bad", he commented, "If it's not treated right away it's going to leave ugly scars on your pretty skin, you must be aware of this hm? Why didn't you say anything?"
"...nii-san will be worried"
The pair of red orbs pummelled the teen with a derisive glare, "Ha! Such disgusting words... This is the result of your own weakness to the majestic blue flame and you're blaming your brother?", he snapped scathingly before his voice lowered back to its usual sensual tone, "Let me do you a favour so do consider yourself in my debt"
The demon dipped his head down and Yukio nearly jerked when his sensory nerves detected a wet appendage making contact with his exposed skin. However, his reflexive straining of muscle was curbed by powerful hands that once again chained his wrists to the ground. The warm tongue carved his sensitive skin with tingling shivers as the wet trail immediately leeched his warmth off to the steely coldness of the night.
"Stop it Shiki-sannn-ann...", a weak refusal quickly turned to a muss of strangled groan when the tongue executed a particularly electrifying waltz on the alabaster stage. A smirk quirked the edge of the demon's lips at the response he managed to elicit out of the young teen as he continued his ministrations. Yukio was sprawled stock-still on the cushion of his splayed coat, overwhelmed by the sensation of a lewd tongue assaulting the expanse of his front. Still, his eyes shone with its particular steely glint, his powerful rationality lingering and waiting.
Shiki gave a final lick and stared wantonly to the slightly disoriented teen, "Enjoying the session?"
Yukio tested his throat silently and forced out a level comeback, "I would not call that a session if I didn't partake in it voluntarily"
"Nawh, why are you so persistently difficult Yukio-kun, you must know that our healing method is the most efficient in treating any physical wound. Such benevolence I possess that I acted upon my awareness of such injury marring my little brother's precious body by the generous grace of our salivary glands, would you not agree? The least you can do now- hghhhhh n-not nooow... i-is to be-be grateful moley-four eyes"
"Hey why so fast?"
'Shut up, who says you can do that to Yukio asshole!'
Rin had regained full control. He had planned to let Shiki converse with Yukio longer but quickly decided not to when he had witnessed what Shiki was doing to his brother. An apology was at the tip of his tongue for both the unintentional wound from his blue flame and the forceful assault his inner half did. However, like the nectarous whisper from the lips of a temptress, a dark force tethered away his gullible intention like leash on a domesticated dog.
His breath was caught at his throat when he appraised what view was presented in front of his eyes. Yukio's lips were half-parted from post-stimulation, his figure was bathed beautifully in the moonlight, and the twin perky nipples were cherry-like with a promising tag of fiery sweetness that would melt his tongue. To sum up, his little brother was very inviting for some lewd tasting at the moment.
Rationality had abandoned Rin as a much perversely primal emotion consumed his whole sense with its ravenous maw. His adam apple rolled, his restraints evaporating, and his pupils swallowed the blue irises in a sequence of degeneration to his base instinctive self.
Any thought about the wrongness of his desire was quickly hurled away to the deepest part of his being. A devious quick lie brewed in his mind.
"Yukio-kun~", he began, mind rolling solely for his immoral urges, "I wanna taste you for a bit, I'll have your brother apologise to you later. Will you give me your consent?", he said behind the shield of another entity's skin.
Yukio returned the scalding gaze of lustful eyes with undecipherable peculiar twinkle within his own. In urgency, Rin was reacquainted with his memory of his twin quick-wittedness with his words which could crumble any man's former intention. So not keen on hearing a persuasive denial in his delicious frenzy, Rin promptly surged forward and consumed his brother's lips in a searing kiss. He would later regret it but for now he was gone.
The satanic spawn marvelled at the sinfully sweet taste contained within his twin's warm cavern. Rin let go of his bruising hold on Yukio's wrists and his hands roughly ensnared the back of his twin's head to allow the deepening of the one-sided oral attack. Invasive tongue pillaged the orifice and struck his brother's gentle one with the viciousness of a lion, his lion-like tail swaying behind him. Yukio's involuntary moan was answered with a low throaty growl, demanding more, more, more. Fairly satisfied, he relented to his need for air and released the kiss, a trail of their mixed saliva trickled down the side of Yukio's lips.
Instead of assuaging his libido, the sight portraying his brother's bruised and quivering lips, slight heaving and rising of his unclothed chest, face flushed and doe-like dazed pair of aquamarine eyes, tempted him even more with the severity of hunger he never experienced. By instinct, he wrenched away his red tie and secured the exorcist's hands together in a quick motion before resuming his descending exploration.
His hot mouth plunged down from his brother's jaw to the stretched expanse of his neck. His thumb dipped into Yukio's mouth and the rest of his lean fingers pressed down on a perfectly-sculpted lower jaw to completely paralyze the defense to his neck. Yukio seemed to want to utter something but it seemed the movement impaired his ability for coherent speech as well. Perfect. He didn't need coherency, not his brother's rational coherency. Rin took his sweet time on slowly marking every inch of pallid skin with licks, courteous rubbing of teeth, and eager sucking which left conspicuous reddish marks on its wake; his favorite art as of this point.
"Unnh, aaah...", and those sweet, sweet moans... stirred his southern area with a rather alarming rate, fueling his carnal needs even more.
Rin's wandering hand roamed up his brother's toned chest and his pupils dilated even more with lust at feeling every sinewy muscle and the firmness of his perfect abs. Yukio didn't look like he owned such a god-like body when donned in his bulky exorcist coat and face a pristine nerdy impression but of course as a functional exorcist that quality was a definite must. When his digits ran over a hardened nub, a soft moan spilled off a slighting panting mouth. Smirking until his fangs showed, he executed a sudden pinch which earned him a satisfying groan and roused a writhing reaction out of the bigger male. Of course, Rin had no problem in stifling the resisting motion and proceeded to sinfully punish both nipples with his teeth, tongue, lips, and nifty digits and was rewarded with a spectacular show of arched back, light lustrous layer of sweat on flushed skin, and moans hitting all the correct musical notes for his accelerando erotic piece.
One of his hands wandered south and Yukio positively keened when it teasingly rubbed against the hardened tent.
"Mmh nnaaah stop...", Yukio made an attempt to shy away but it did nothing against Rin's abnormal strength.
"Ooooh look who's enjoying that~", Rin remarked salaciously as his hands made quick work on unbuttoning Yukio's pants and pulling down the zipper. Afterwards, his arm hooked underneath the thick waist and effortlessly lifted his brother's lower half; his other hand impatiently slid those pair of annoying pants down.
His mouth almost watered at the view of a straining bulge against black modest boxers.
Pearl-white fangs were stark contrast to the dark colour of the fabric as his teeth secured the upper rim of those boxers and pulled them off. The swift friction caused Yukio to groan out of discomfort and the next thing he knew, his manhood was shrouded with the tickling blanket of the cold night air.
Rin, on the other hand, was nearly bursting from all the sexual ardor he got going on right now with the main character of all his wet dreams and wanton daydreams in sweet palpable reality. His sapphire eyes locked in hungrily at the half-erect piece of meat like a starving dog, his tongue darted out to inhibit some wayward drool from dripping out his lips. Yukio was currently sprawled out in a submissive position in front of him, with legs drawn up and slightly spread out, and cheeks flushed glorious pink, eyes glistening with unshed tears... he was the definition of pure seduction in the half-demon's eyes.
He had imagined this countless times in his mind but when he finally did it, had his brother's full length in his mouth, the actual experience was way hotter.
The half-demon could hear a shuddering sharp intake of breath Yukio drew in that propelled his arousal like cannon, Rin started rocking back and forth, trying to take in more with each motion. He trusted his instinct and hollowed out his cheeks to lessen teeth-to-flesh friction which allowed him to deep-throat his brother's cock without much hiss of discomfort but only unabated unintelligible moans of pleasure.
"Nnn-no, no... no more", Yukio's voice was strangled, needy, and a lewd melody to his ears as he responded by caressing his abdomen. His fingers glided upwards to swipe teasingly across a sensitised pink nub. His twin's wanton moan was his reprieve, the plug to his ears from his annoying morality's voice at how wrong this was.
It was the time when Yukio made an attempt to unlodge his manhood from Rin's mouth. That snapped the half-demon's instinct into overdrive as both of his hands clamped down hard to his hips to keep him in place. A growl reverberated off his occupied lips which transferred onto the sensitive length.
Yukio made a noise akin to both rebuff and need, "Ggh, stop, i-i'm... anh.. coming! I'm coming!"
That didn't deter him at all, instead he sped up all the more, eager of the impending explosion of his brother's seeds. With a warning shout that sounded more like a defeated muss of incoherent words, Rin could feel Yukio's length swelled before hot liquid burst into his mouth.
He didn't swallow it though, Rin brought his mouth full of his brother's semen and hovered upwards, slowly letting the liquid dribbled on alabaster skin like painting obscenely on a sinful canvas. At last his mouth had emptied out, he smirked at Yukio's semi-flabbergasted semi-aroused eyes at seeing his ministration, before he dipped down and started lapping the semen off his brother's body.
"Your cum tastes so delicious Yukio, especially since I get to eat off a special plate", he purred lasciviously. Yukio's body jolted when Rin's finger started to circle his entrance.
"Nii-san..."
Somehow that title triggered a twinge of unpleasantness in the pit of his stomach so Rin growled, "Call me Shiki", before plunging the single digit into his brother's entrance.
Yukio moaned loudly as Rin multi-tasked in lapping the juices off his sensitive skin in the most arousing manner and pleasuring his ass. When he licked off the final bead of semen, Rin looked up to observe his little brother's expression. Yukio's lids were drooping half-way down as streaks of tears were running down his face, skin flushed with arousal, but his unfocused drunk-like gaze was drawn to Rin's in rapt attention.
Their eyes were locked, in the midst of Rin thrusting in two fingers and the small moans that entailed, Rin saw Yukio. The smouldering green orbs were radiating off pure want, and Rin's brain faltered when the stare broke as those emerald eyes flickered down to his lips. The next thing he registered was Yukio's hand securing the back of his head and pulling him forward... to a searing kiss full with need.
Rin's eyes widened when his twin's mouth devoured his with so much raw passion, his sinful tongue twisting with his in sensual embrace that sent his mind into relapse. Yukio's other hand grabbed onto his back to deepen the kiss, letting out a lustful moan into Rin's unresponsive parted mouth. Only when he rocked his hips to take in Rin's frozen fingers deeper that Rin's mind snapped back into place, and the sheer horror of this situation razed him.
Rin propelled backwards in bone-breaking speed, dislodging himself from Yukio's hold and his fingers off his twin's ass. The numb pain greeting his back and the scrape wound on his palm from roughly connecting to the ground didn't bother him, his wide eyes were watching his brother in unprecedented dread, his brother's naked body.
"I-I'm sorry Yukio! I didn't know what... what came over m-", he blabbered nonsensically. He couldn't finish the sentence as pure self-disgust gushed at him like a torrent of unrelenting tsunami. He had just forced himself on Yukio! Making him come with his mouth and on top of it violating his private part with his fingers! Waves of guilt consumed him and he nearly hyperventilated if not for the need to comfort his surely traumatised sibling outweighing his need for self-deprecation. He could punish himself later.
Meanwhile, during his flailing around, Yukio had sat up and stared at him questioningly. The masculine cut of his physique against the backdrop of starry blackness was illuminated beautifully by the moonlight, his glorious upper body was glittering from mixed layer of saliva and semen, his thoroughly lubricated cock was proud on display, and his face and neck were flushed from post-coital stimulation.
His eyebrows rose in what seemed like confusion, "Nii-san?", he croaked, his voice must have gotten a bit scratchy from all the strained moaning Rin noted. But his next words chilled his bones to the core.
"Are we not continuing this?"
Rin's mouth went agape. What? Did Yukio just imply he wanted to continue? He just assaulted him! He shouldn't be asking whether or not they should continue, he should've screamed at him and called him disgusting or something!
The half-demon decided to ask even though his lips were quivering, "W-why would you ask that?"
Yukio was silent, sharp emerald boring on him in scrutinity. As always, the complexity of his thoughts floundered Rin's attempt at reading him to failure. Then he responded with another question, "Nii-san, was that Shiki?"
Rin gulped with a dry throat. Whether Yukio had realised it or not, he had given Rin an opportunity to escape, and escaped he did.
"Yes". The single syllable tasted like dissolving acid in his trachea, but he pushed forward in desperation, "Please forgive me, I wouldn't let him do that to you ever again!"
A flicker of emotion lit up Yukio's eyes, it didn't go unnoticed to Rin even though he couldn't exactly identify it. It was then he noticed that Yukio's wrists were unbound and the red tie laid there beside him on the ground. When had Yukio managed to release his bind? He couldn't possibly ask the subject of his recent sexual assault that so he just stared guiltily as Yukio proceeded to cloth himself back, not even bothering to wipe off the evidence of his twin's sickening deed on him. When he finished, he stood up and approached Rin's still form on the ground.
Yukio smiled at him with warmth he didn't deserve and extended a helping hand towards him. Gentle eyes shone prettily like crushed emerald in glossy turquiose pool and his beautiful face crinkled in a familiar soothing smile sent Rin helplessly falling deeper into the abyss of heart-breaking longing.
"How shamefully selfish Rin, blaming it aaaaaaaall on an innocent persona. Pathetic"
Rin couldn't hate himself more.
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Ikiyama Yuda's mutilated body had been retrieved the following morning. A pretty short process, the tedious part was definitely the reporting bit. Both Touda and Yukio were summoned to the headmaster's chamber for verbal report regarding the entire last night's incidence. As Yukio had predicted, Touda digressed almost immediately and was fervently dramatic in detailing the half-demon's barbarity with a looping storyline that made he even more irritated at hearing the repetition than the sensationalized disparagement on his brother itself.
"Right right I fully understand what your perceptive and remarkably-detailed testimony implies to the safety of the True Cross academy, as such I, Johann Faust, commend you with my deepest gratitude", Mephisto congratulated the man with mock salutation. Yukio twitched silently. Touda, however, missed the gibe and beamed as if he had been rewarded the greatest verbal honour.
Just when he was about to prate and preen modestly, Mephisto said, "That is all, I thank you all for your dedication in your noble work. You are dismissed"
Touda deflated slightly and Yukio simply saluted. Both were ready to leave the place but his voice raised again, "Except you, dear Yukio-kun"
The bespectacled teen in response resumed his initial position, ignoring Touda's parting glare.
"Is something the matter?", Yukio asked once the door closed.
"Nothing particularly interesting, be at ease", the clown pointed at him with a pink pen with a fluffy cloud decoration, "I just want a personal and informal update on Rin-kun, is he doing alright?"
"His academic grades are improving a lot, previously he couldn't even reach the passing grades on every subject"
"Oh impressive, considering he was sooo unmotivated before, I wonder why?"
Yukio mulled for a while before answering, "He's already realised the importance of pursuing his study for his future I presume"
Mephisto's grin crooked strangely, "Heh, more likely to curry favour with and court a certain someone"
"Pardon?"
"Nothing you need to be concerned of dear Yukio-kun~", he chuckled mysteriously. It was common that Mephisto's connotations ploughed into territory unfamiliar to Yukio's understanding so he just passed it off as diabolical cryptic tendencies of demon headmasters. Not like there were any other in Assiah but it just served his point of not questioning the unknown.
"Alright I won't be wasting more of our time chitchatting, I'll get into the heart of the matter straight away", Mephisto's expression turned into half malicious half amused, "It's about the blood moon and how it'll turn completely red on this year's summer. And about Rin-kun..."
Yukio stiffened instantly as his eyes narrowed.
"We're talking about safety for everyone here and I'm informing you this as you are his unofficial guardian. I will not be asking for your consent here"
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"So uh, is she your friend?", Bon's countenance had an odd mixture of awe and dissaproval during his tentative question.
"I am certainly more than that, right sweetheart~?", feminine liquid voice purred with her arms around a rigid male's body and her magnificent assets strategically positioned.
"Get off me! Especially from my tail!"
The ex-exquire squad was just hanging out near their cram class' fountain, a normal routine in their abnormal after school life. But out of nowhere, this incredibly sexy lady walked in as if she owned the place, as much as Izumo abhorred the choice of wardrobe she had to begrudgingly admit her beauty. In summary, she had laid her huge breasts on top of Rin's head as a greeting and made clear attempts on seducing the teen right off the bat with provocative words and touches.
"Okay um", Konekomaru timidly braved himself to question, "then what's your relationship with him?"
"Hmm~ can't you tell? Of course we are lov-"
Rin interjected viciously as he simultaneously yanked her hand off that attempted to wander to his southern region, "We did a mission! Yesterday! With Yukio and some exorcists!"
The half-demon would love to wrench the slithering arms off his body but Yariko's grip was persistently tight. As much as he hated the contact, he was precarious at best in controlling his physical strength and could easily exert too much. Besides, his mind had deemed Yariko's thin arms as disturbingly breakable in the midst of his ire of her excessive touchy-feeliness so he should definitely steer clear off that gory possibility.
Bon was curious and swooped in to ask, "What kind of mission?"
"Uuuum", Rin was clearly distracted since the woman had started drawing circles on his chest with her manicured fingernail, her breath hot against his neck, and her buxomly figure was pressed against his back. The others' reactions were divided, some were jealous but some pitied him since Rin looked so uncomfortable but at a loss of what to do. He managed to answer nonetheless, "Kinda like patrolling duty since demons are popping out recently and all that. Then we went to the Southern Woods and found a dead guy"
Simultaneous gasps of varying degree of intensity were heard. Izumo, the least surprised of the bunch, asked, "A dead guy? How?"
Rin gave her a sneer before answering, "A demon killed him duh, his whole guts was like milkshake. Overall disgusting"
Izumo's eyes narrowed at his slightly mocking tone and was prepared to give him an earful of her displeasure. Rin hurriedly jumped back into the conversation just to see her fume silently, "So back to you, miss elephant racks", he paused for a second, "why are you here?"
Apparently, that was enough to hook back the attention of everyone, including Izumo, as they braced for the answer.
"Can't you tell?", her tone dipped down into lascivious inflection in the most jaw-dropping and mortifying manner and purred, "Of course it's to get you hot and sweaty with me, mister handsome"
The ones facing the cougar, which was everyone except Rin, couldn't believe how someone's expression could reflect dirty thoughts that intensely even when both potential participants were fully clothed. Meanwhile, Rin looked as if he wanted to jump off his skin.
"She must have meant training", Konekomaru tried to dissolve the tenseness by whispering to Bon.
"No baldy", Yariko glared at him, seemingly offended at his thoughtless assumption, "I meant fucking, copulating, whatever the term that suits your preference, 'till our brains succumb to the throes of ecstasy. Then-"
"Cut it out!", Rin shouted in semi-irritation as he extricated himself from Yariko's hold in one fluid motion. It was a reflex reaction that couldn't care less about injuring the woman or not.
Thankfully she was fine and all but slightly surprised at his reaction.
Rin glared at her pointedly, "Get to your point, please"
Yariko's gaze was stubborn but she relented an explanation nonetheless, "Alright, I am to convey a message from the higher ups to you kids, you all have a new mission. It's outside the True Cross Academy specifically in a correctional juvenile facility in Tokyo, Yang Wings. Recently, some people there started to compulsively go wild and attack people left and right"
"It can be dismissed as normal behaviour in such facility, true, but it happens three to four times everyday and the psychologists in charge are bewildered when their interviews revealed that the kids have simultaneous abnormal increase of sociopathy level. It's like a vile force has sucked out their sense of morality. We suspect it's the result of a demonic craft"
Rin thought for a while before asking, "Is it connected to yesterday's case?"
"Maybe, the horticulturist's death seems like a twisted biblical recreation, are you familiar with the Judas Iscariot story?"
Bon piped in, "Yeah, Judas betrayed Jesus by selling him off to the Sandhedrin(1) (read A/N below) for silver coins but later he regretted it and hung himself"
"30 pieces of silver", Yariko added, "He hung himself and his dead body fell off a cliff. Acts 1:18 'With the payment he received for his wickedness, Judas bought a field; there he fell headlong, his body burst open and all his intestines spilled out' "
Rin's eyes widened, "Wait, are you saying?"
"Correct, Ikiyama Yuda isn't a random victim. There were 30 pieces of silver coins in total scattered around him, his abdomen was ruined, and his name 'Yuda' is Judas crudely translated to Japanese"
The people were silent, just digesting the information and the mysterious parallel it all was. Ikiyama Yuda's case was a definite copy from one of the events in the Holy Scripture but none of them could confidently pinpoint the connection with the correctional facility's case.
"Um, when's the mission?", Shiemi asked.
Yariko barely looked at her as she answered, "Thursday this week"
"Thursday?", Konekomaru's voice had a timid disappointed quality in it, "I have a club meeting that day for the cultural festival"
Bon rubbed his chin, "Ah right, you're the history club secretary"
The messenger shrugged, the motion caused her ample bosoms to bounce which didn't go unnoticed by the crowd's eyes, "It's not compulsory, besides, the nature of the cause isn't confirmed yet. It might not even be remotely demonic"
Rin's head tilted subtly as a question popped at the forefront of his mind, "So why is it you who tell us this? You're pretty high-ranking yourself, aren't you?"
Yariko's seductive demeanor surfaced once again as a sexy pout shaped her full red lips, "Of course it's a veiled excuse to see you darling~ Just by being a humble messenger look how much precious time I can spend...", her gaze raked suggestively over Rin's body, "...with you"
Bon, Konekomaru, Shima, and Izumo looked one more provocative sentence and gesture short of gaping like someone had painted a constellation blindfolded with a cleaning sponge. Shiemi's level of disbelief was not on par but she was getting there.
"Righttt...", Rin subtly inched backwards, his expression a combination of spooked mice and violated virgin, "Oh speaking of time... look at the time! Shiemi you promised Ni-chan that you'll feed him soba croissant right?"
Suddenly all eyes were on Shiemi, Rin's were silently pleading her as he was desperately trying to convey a telepathic message to his best friend. While internally berating himself at his choice of random food which didn't even exist as his weak-ass excuse.
"Soba croissant?", Yariko inquired with confusion evident on her face.
Catching on quickly, Shiemi hopped eagerly on board to help her friend, "Ri-right! He must be waiting for his soba croissant now!"
Pure relief washed on Rin's face which he hid quickly.
Yariko frowned in displeasure as she commented in a clipped tone, "She can leave by herself"
"I always walk her home", Rin responded back with as much insistence.
Unable to stomach more of the tenseness Shima interrupted in, "Okay time to leave!", as he rose, the others thankfully followed his suit.
The curvaceous woman still had the unrelenting glint in her eyes but she rose nonetheless. Her gaze was still on Rin as she spoke in subtle glee, "Oh and another reason why I'm the one who told you this was because I'm also in the mission along with Atsushi, your brother, and Touda-san"
Rin's jaws dropped, "WHAT?!" Before he could protest about being anywhere near her again, she had already sashayed away in a sing-song voice, "See you next time darling~"
The crowd's attention was on the leaving sexy lady before their attention slowly turned to Rin.
Bon's eyes held an almost accusing glint in it, "What the hell was that? Why is she being all seductive and all over you Okumura?"
Rin threw up his arms frustratedly, "I don't know ok! And I don't wanna talk about her again!", then he turned to Shiemi, "Shiemi?"
Seeing how fed-up her friend was with all the interaction, Shiemi nodded reassuringly with a beaming smile, "Un, let's go Rin! Bye everyone see you tomorrow!"
Rin merely grunted. The rest of the ex-exquire wanted to drag Rin back to explain but couldn't deny the sweet girl's wish to go home.
A bit of their conversation could still be heard nonetheless, "Rin would you like to eat some ice cream?" The half-demon was unresponsive for a while before they caught his barely audible response, "Maybe some other time, sorry"
Their voice was now too soft to be heard, Bon then unlatched his gaze and rested it on Shima questioningly, "You've been kinda quiet Shima, wasn't the lady your ultimate type or something? No attempt at hitting on her?"
Shima seemed thoughtful before responding quietly, "She is, she's super sexy"
The delinquent-looking teenager quirked his sharp brows, "Sooo why the non-existent hype?"
"I'm just seeing something I'm not used to seeing...", Shima shrugged.
Izumo scoffed, "You mean how the lady physically and verbally tried to undress Okumura?"
Shima nodded affirmatively, "Yeah yeah that, and... some other thing"
Finally deciding that their friend's uncharacteristic quietness was not worrying, Bon held up a dismissive hand as he turned away, "Well happy brooding then, hey Koneko Izumo you going back?
The three of them left, leaving Shima back to his own thoughts, his gaze was drawn back to the diminishing figures of the two close friends.
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It was school break, Rin found himself hanging out with Shima even though he couldn't even remember when the pink-haired guy had approached him. He couldn't remember a lot of things these past two days since his mind kept getting preoccupied with the event in the Southern Woods, that unforgivable event. The images were still vivid as if it had been imprinted on his memory frame by frame, haunting him with gut-wrenching guilt and arousing rage. Moreover, they hadn't had time to properly talk, Yukio had been occupied since the following morning from the unexpected death of Ikiyama Yuda and the worrying tie with a biblical event which might indicate demonic culprit of higher-level of intelligence. He couldn't even contact Shiki.
Shima was yapping his mouth off on commentaries over some pictures on some magazines but he honestly couldn't care less. His sole thought was self-berating at his inability to remain in control and instead had shamelessly given in to his sexual attraction to his own twin. But the thing that worried him the most, besides severing their bond as brothers, was Yukio's questionable response. His little brother had responded back, it was definitely not because of the heat of the moment since the moment was broken when Rin jumped off him with horrified repulsion as if he had been electrocuted. Moreover, when Yukio had asked whether to continue or not, his expression indicated that he was perfectly aware and non-mindless-pleasure-induced at that time. Something wasn't right, Yukio wasn't in his right mind and he was dying to know why and whether it was affecting his brother in a negative way on a psychological level. Rin rubbed a palm on his exhausted sleep-deprived eyes and tried to not express his displeasure outrightly on Shima's level of unwelcomed exuberance.
"Hey Okumura", he tilted a magazine, an image of an almost naked woman with humongous breasts in a provocative pose was on it, towards the teen's line of sight, "Check this chick out. Daaaaaamn those titties are huge! And those legs man, she could keep it going for days!", he wolf-whistled, then leaned in towards his friend's ear conspiratorily, "And guess what? There's a full bio here! Shimura Akari's her name... and oh oh! Even her number's here! Should I try to ring her?"
Rin spared the girl a glance but it didn't linger long, "Yeah, she looks hot. Yeah, you should"
Unimpressed and aghast at the disinterest, Shima pressed on, "Are you 100%, extra sure that you think she's hot?"
Rin quirked a brow, "Is this a trick question? Alright, no, she isn't that hot"
Shima couldn't believe his ears and eyes at the moment, that was Shimura Akari that Rin had just described as 'isn't that hot'!
Okumura Rin was without a doubt the most perverted person he had met his entire life. Given his similar nature, they clicked almost instantly as buddies who traded lecherous commentaries, equally lecherous giggles, over dozens of magazines filled with curvaceous women donned in skimpy clothes. But he noticed changes on his friend's behaviour, numerous subtle ones which had accumulated over the course of several months to a big concerning matter. Like right now, he could sense no connection they previously shared over these particular moments, that connection had been truthfully thinning out to almost nothingness.
It was like Rin was steadily walking away to a very distant place. While shouting approvals over what Shima adored upon over increasingly expansive distance. With dwindling interest and sight of what the object was just to please him out of some kind of pity. He felt like an idiot.
Shima gave Rin a look, "What's wrong with you?"
Rin stared at him, unprocessing for several seconds, before his expression twisted to confusion, "Huh? What the hell are you on about?"
"Why are you like this?"
"Like what? Just get to the fucking point"
"Like you no longer care about sexy chicks and their wonderful bodies anymore", Shima stated seriously as if it was a calamitous news as he repeatedly slammed a hand on the gravure picture to emphasise his point.
Rin furrowed his brows, his gaze alternated between the scandalous spread and his friend's borderline freaked out face, "I.. still care about them? Wait, what made you think I don't?"
"You just didn't react the same way, you seem so detached from the whole experience, that's all"
"I did? So what maybe unlike a certain pervert I've outgrown it"
Shima sighed, shaking his head morosely, "One does not simply outgrow lust Rin, especially not the so-called insatiable male lust. There's also the fact that we are teenagers and are experiencing crazy fluctuation of sexual hormones"
The trainee monk stopped for a while to think before resuming his speech, "There's also the fact that you didn't react at all when that beautiful lady seduced you with all her might. You should've at least made an attempt to look a bit happy", Shima pointed out, referring to yesterday when Rin was poured with copious amount of feminine seduction by a very sexy lady. It wasn't like the lady was just flirtatious in nature, as opposed to her full-on succubus mode towards Rin, her attitude was neutral bordeline uncaring towards the rest of them. For some ungodly reason, his half-demon friend didn't seem like he was enjoying the attention at all and treated the lady's touch like literal poison.
Rin's face crinkled, "You mean the creep Uno?", pure disgust defined his countenance as he brought his hands nearer to his body, "What's there to be happy about? That crazy woman tried to have sex with me on first meeting!"
Disbelief flooded Shima's expression, "She did?"
"TRIED, there's no way I'd lose to someone that skinny"
"Huh? So you raped her?"
Rin blushed with both mortification, irritation, and tiredness, "NO! I fucking told her to get lost!"
Shima's eyes widened even more if possible, and his mouth hung open in indescribable shock. There was no such thing as a woman raping a man, at least not in his dictionary, because any man would be happy to be fucked with any woman as long as the woman had the right physical traits. And Uno was the ultimate ideal example! Plus, he knew for a fact that the 'previous' Rin wouldn't hesitate at all to literally scream yes to that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"What is wrong with you?", he practically shrieked, making Rin jumped and the passer-by of the spacious school hall did too, "You should've been extremely grateful for the chance and fucked your dick between the titties already!"
Rin frantically shoved his palm on his friend's mouth, "Sssh sssh!", the teen alternated between sending apologetic nods at the students passing by, who raised accusing eyebrows, and subduing Shima, "Shut up! Stop your loudspeaker you damn perverte-"
Shima roughly tore away Rin's palm and stood abruptly, leaving his purposefully-unassuming-plain-black-cover magazine dropping open to the floor for the spectators to see, and raised their accusing eyebrows higher for, "No you shut up! I just want to know what's happening to you!"
"Wha- nothing's happening!", Rin screamed with near frustration as his friend's frantic insistence on... something didn't make any sense to him, "Everything's normal and fine! Just calm the fuck down!"
"You know what? I'll do just that if you answer this one question honestly", the pink-haired boy collected his fallen magazine and put it down on the marble seats they were sitting on before, "If you magically had a change in preference, as opposed to curvy women you had once loved sooo so much, what type you fancy now?"
"If you ask me", Rin's fatigued brain was whirring so fast right now and he was forced to pick the answer that puffed into existence almost instantly in his mind. He felt somewhat cornered and that prompted him to divulge as much information as he could think of to defend himself... maybe too much, "Maybe the flat-chested ones with lean hips, short hair, and glasses?"
Shima gave the spawn of Satan a level gaze that was neither approval nor contempt, "What a coincidence that it describes Okumura-sensei perfectly"
The quick flash of horrified eyes confirmed his wildcard guess.
Following the subtle course of dying porn-related interest Rin had subscribed to, Shima attended his own growing suspicion when Rin started getting all physically affectionate and overly-possessive to his twin. It wasn't like they weren't already on good terms with each other before, but the current level of their closeness was almost a stark contrast. A dead give-away. Plus, the way Rin was always gazing at his oblivious brother when Yukio wasn't looking... was decidedly anything but brotherly.
"Is that it? That's why you've been acting differently?", Shima pressed on, his forehead crinkled in uncharacteristic seriousness, "Since when?"
Rin slipped into his mask of normal are-you-kidding expression and laughed, "Come on now, Yukio? What kind of weed are you hooked on Shima?"
However, Shima was clearly having none of it.
"None. Listen, man... you've been jerking off to girls for how many years now", Shima was rubbing his forehead with the back of his palm as he carried on, "It's just flipping me off, are you sure you're even gay?
Rin's smile faltered for a bit and he tried to fake anger, like how he always did whenever he felt cornered, "Hey you can't just accuse people out of nowhere! Can we just drop this off and be on our merry ways?", he snapped as he made a move to leave. The monk, however, grabbed Rin's wrist in a tight grip, halting him in his step.
"Rin", Shima now was speaking with his trademark soothing voice, like he was taking the approach of scolding a child with gentle reprimand, "You have to stop and think. Okumura-sensei might look as if he reciprocates your 'sentiment' because he... I guess to some degree accepts your advances. But I'm sure that ever since your dad's death he might have felt like he has this responsibility to carry on the role of a guardian for you. Have you even stopped to think what his real 'sentiment' is? Whether it's the same as yours? I really hope you're not forcing him into anything"
Shima's words felt like thousands of knives had pierced his heart. Through the eyes of someone else, his sins had been mercilessly rolled open for all the filth and guilt to spill out.
"What you have right now is mere confusion between-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING!", Rin roared in an impetuous moment of explosive fury, his fingers burrowed roughly into Shima's uniform's front in a vice-like grip and his eyes burned with livid dark fire.
The receiving end slightly dangled in the air in a show of effortless strength as the owner of such terrifying temperament didn't look as if he was exerting any at all. A sudden sliver of thought infiltrated the teen's mind, if Rin ever decided to go on a rampage of bloodlust, he would probably take along an entire city with his downfall.
Shima's wide-blown eyes and slightly trembling shoulders made Rin snapped out of his sudden craze and shoved his friend out of his clutch. The pink-haired teen wobbled slightly as his hands automatically flew to his crumpled shirt, desperately chasing away the lingering feeling of the stinging touch. By now, some passer-by actually stopped to watch the caustic exchange between the two boys.
Rin's gaze was latched to the floor, fists tightly clenched at his side, "-believe me... I don't have anything...", he whispered in barely audible voice.
He had no power to stop loving his twin in a twisted sick manner. No self-control to prevent his swelling emotion from assaulting his brother. No responsibility nor aptitude to match the level of his twin's. He didn't deserve the perfection that was Yukio... if he was this impoverished.
He had nothing but only the poison to corrupt, and corrupted he did.
"I get it now Shima, it's over", his eyes fluttered about the stunned face of his friend, unfocused, "just.. just don't tell anyone please... especially him. I just need time", the last part was mumbled out almost inaudibly.
The spawn of Satan turned away and left without another word.
Shima picked up his black magazine, as black as the stormy clouds discharging eternal unrest in a half demon's heart, and casted a long pitying look on the slightly hunched back. The monk was left to ponder, was 'over' referred to a plea to stop debating over this particular topic? Or was his friend actually confirming an end to his hopeless chase?
The navy-haired teen slumped his back on a sturdy trunk rooted in the massive forest, his legs a combination of jelly and lead. The uncertainty of his stature's support prompted his weight to slid to the ground, the soft crunch of shrivelled leaves echoed in his ears.
The other thing that echoed harrowingly in his mind was a single name.
Yukio.
Yukio.
Yukio.
Heh Yukio. A magical name with infinite repertoire to twist and rattle every cell of his heart and his mind.
He had never determined an official name for his 'sentiment' but he knew it wasn't good nor was it requited. He knew he had to stop it.
But he simply couldn't... It had become the shelter for his vulnerability, the crux to his sanity, possibly the only key to any bit of happiness he could scavenge from this judging world.
And certainly the dictation of his demise if his presence was wrenched away from his life.
So would this be 'over' if Yukio knew? If he knew would his baby brother leave him?
Would life even worth it then?
A clutter of repetitive flapping sound hooked his attention upwards. Cradled between the protective branches and illuminated by the sifted orange light from the retreating sun, was a nest of a family of doves. One of the two adult ones was arriving with a couple of wriggling worms clamped between its thin beaks and the other one was simply nestled in comfortably alongside the featherless young ones. The white bird draped its wings close, its tiny talons closed on the rim of the nest, and it leaned in towards the demanding hungry mouths. Oddly, it fed not only the powerless tiny ones, but also its mate. When the recently-fed adult bird flapped its wings a bit to fix its position, upon closer inspection, he understood why.
"You should've just left him you know", a whisper and a humourless smile, "find another mate"
The veil of darkness was gradually approaching and chasing away the light from the surrounding area, marking the end of daylight worries for most dwellers of the forest. The crippled figure in the ground was unstirred.
Blue eyes closed, suspending their sights only to hear the endless echoes of his disqueting thoughts, "You are freaking perfect, so just abandon that bird with those faulty wings"
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"Do I have to convince you to comply Yukio-kun?", the dull taps of the cloud-shaped pen echoed in the chamber with air of tangible tenseness.
"I agree. But I would like to accompany him during the full duration", was the deciding answer.
"Of course, I've already taken the liberty of assigning you to be his personal 'chaperone' ", Mephisto smirked as the tapping stopped.
"...thank you Sir Faust"
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If he had to break down the event at that forest, even though it wasn't consensual, Yukio had got aroused by his sexual advances. He shouldn't be! The right reaction should've been horror and shudders in disgust, not in pleasure. And worst of all, Yukio had actually responded back with sexual intent! A harrowing conjecture he had brewing for the past two days crept into his mind. Something psychologically bad must've had happened to Yukio that night a year ago when he had repeatedly took his brother in an endless marathon of lust... and that had damaged something in his brother's intelligent brain which prompted him to do what he did.
The half-demon's soul bled through old scars from piercing guilt. He was so selfish, insane, delusional for actually lusting after his own sibling!
He draped himself on a drifting log on an ocean of emptiness.
It was too late for him, he was too far consumed in his filthy obssession to his brother. His gaze could never look any other. His heart, aching and pumping liquid grief, was invested for eternity to one person. Nothing could fix him to enable him to walk away.
But Yukio... Yukio could still return to normal. To leave a liability, a humanoid sin, a deranged brother. He could. He should.
Rin knew how. His brother needed exposure, a physical exposure that was a natural desire.
"You're right, it's selfishness that made the disabled bird clings onto the healthy one. And even though it's totally a burden, it stays since it has been conditioned to do so"
Shima stood, flabbergasted at both Rin's abrupt appearance at his dorm building very late at night and the first thing that came out of his mouth.
"...what are you talking about Okumura?", he tentatively asked, fearing his friend's state of mind when he noticed those soulless pair of blue.
But Rin continued on as if he didn't hear his question, "Akari's her name right?"
Shima gulped cautiously, "Akari... the one I told you about, Shimura Akari?"
"Yeah, her", Rin confirmed, "You said you know her number? Give me it"
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Dun dun dun! More angsty stuff! Okay first of all, I apologise for the tardiness of my update, I've been very busy *cough*. Secondly, please forgive the sorry-excuse of half lemon, I was cringing the whole way of writing that so maybe there's something weird, physically impossible, or turn-off phrases here and there that I'm not aware of but I did try my best! Thirdly, I think my writing style has changed so yeah... please tell me is it more pleasing to read or not.
For those of you who aren't familiar with the Judas Iscariot bit, here's a quick explanation, he is a real person in the bible and was one of the twelve chosen disciples of Jesus. However, he betrayed Jesus by selling him off to the Sanhedrin(1), the ancient Jewish court system and the supreme religious body in the Land of Israel who hated Jesus for being a more popular reverent figure than the Church itself, for 30 pieces of silver coins. None of Jesus' other followers were aware of his betrayal until the very time that Jesus was arrested, only Jesus knew beforehand. But later, he regretted his betrayal and committed suicide by hanging himself, it is said in the bible that his dead body fell off the cliff and his guts spilled out.
Please review~ I am dying to know your opinion of this chapter!
~Golden Mist Fox