Rin was still as the dead in the infirmary bed. Exhaustion was apparent on his face and Yukio wished nothing more than for Rin to wake up, even if it was to complain that he wanted to sleep longer. Something that showed that he was okay.

His hand tightened around Rin's hand in a vice. He wasn't able to save Rin from whatever happened. He wouldn't let it happen again. Rin was his brother. His responsibility. His-

Another hand went over his, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked up to see Shiro, equally weary, but the concern now bleeding its focus on him. A warm smile came to Shiro's face in an effort to make Yukio feel better and relax.

"He's here. He's recovering. He'll be okay."

A mantra Yukio had going in his head as well.

Rin would get better... because he was his brother.

The kids had been sent back to their dorms on Shura's orders to wait out the depressing delivery. That and to make sure no one mentioned Rin.

Shura hated having to report to the Vatican that "Magdalene" was dead, only the sword, found in the forest remained. Her emotions were mixed, Mainly in favor of relief. She was relieved that Rin was alive. Relieved that he was with Shiro and his brother. She was relieved that he was away from the Vatican.

She was worried that someone may have seen the azure flames he had crafted in his fight against the demon king of earth. She was worried that Angel would find out about Rin when he came to collect the sword he had given him.

She didn't like Angel at the best of times, but if found out that Rin was the current Paladin's ward, chaos would be inevitable. Maybe he would make a powerplay for the position of Paladin, siting that the Paladin didn't recruit a blessed individual who happened to be his kid.

And the Vatican might be crazy enough to agree making her life even more annoying and potentially dangerous.

But until Angel showed up, she would sit, sipping her beer and steeling her already hardened nerves. Time slipped slowly by but surely she saw the gleaming gold and silver of the pompous Arthur's form, followed by darkly dressed exorcists. An unnerving, somber look graced his face rather than his usual cocky smirk or haughty irritation. He was unnervingly quiet in his approach. A trace of somber sadness held steadfast in his eyes.

"You have his sword?" he asked in a cool tone. Shura held the blade to Angel, clearly had been used and obviously the blade Angel had given Rin. She could almost swear that there were tears in his eyes as he held the blade tightly in his grasp.

"Keep your eye out for any other suspicious activity here. And alert the Vatican should the demon king of earth show his face here again," he ordered.

"I'll do what I need to," she brushed off. "I've got to help some of the teacher with their kids. They seem a little shook up from the first field death."

"And they didn't even know his face."

Shura did not like where Angel's thoughts were no doubt going.

"I think that Magdalene wouldn't want his face and name being known since he wanted an alias and a mask," she tried to reason.

"If he is dead, than they should know who gave their life for theirs and the Vatican."

"Does respect the dead mean anything to you Angel?"

"I wish to honor him, not his mask. How is that anything if not respectful. Besides, perhaps someone will recognize him and can alert his biological family of his untimely passing. If they even care," he ended quietly dark. Shura couldn't help but think to herself that that was the problem. She couldn't tell him that of course.

"Just give it a thought. The kid wasn't you."

A pained look appeared for the briefest of moments, but Shura noticed. Years in hell made her notice any little and potentially dangerous change in her surroundings. She wished she'd harassed Rin earlier to explain the full relationship of his and Angel's interactions to understand now why he was reacting so forlorn. But that would have to wait.

"Although, since you seem to have pictures, may I have one?" she asked, "He was my student too."

Angel froze and an ungraceful and fascinating sound best described as a screech mixed with a groan. Shura resisted the urge to laugh.

"You didn't take a picture of them?"

"No. And without a body I only have my memory to get a portrait likeness of him."

"A portrait," she really had to try not to laugh thinking about how Rin would look in some fancy commissioned portrait when the person who was commissioning it had to recall the subject by memory. Perhaps he'd come out looking like one of those renaissance paintings. She coughed to hide a snort thinking of Rin in one of those old style powdered wigs.

"It would be able to put a face to the person."

Her humor died at the comment. She'd have to tread carefully. Hell, with how Angel was talking, she knew she would have to talk to Shiro. She didn't see any way for Shiro not to find out about Rin's time in the Vatican. And between Shiro and Angel, there was no contest. She was team Papa Shiro over Daddy Angel.

"Um... Miss Shura?" a soft, familiar and feminine voice spoke up.

Shura whipped her head around to see Shiemi. God only knew what she was doing- oh. She had a bag of what looked like herbs. No doubt medicinal all things considered.

"If you could give us a moment kid? Kinda gotta finish up here."

"Oh, I was just wondering if Yuki was still in the infirmary. I grabbed some friends from the garden that should help."

"You didn't mention any injuries other than the death," Angel interjected. Shura turned back to face Angel, her face as impassive as possible.

"You were more focused on Magdalene's death. Besides, the kid should recover quickly. Nothing a doctor can't handle."

"Please," he brushed off, "There is nothing wrong with a superior checking on a lower ranked individual."

"Well, I wouldn't call the Paladin a lower ranked individual but whatever," she muttered.

"What? The paladin?" one of the dark robe wearers spoke up.

"He's here?" another said. Angel locked eyes with Shura.

"Then I should go and check on them. I also wish to tell him that the blessed individual I had met has met an untimely end."

He walked briskly towards the known infirmary, the exorcists and Shiemi following, the former simply to find out where it was to deliver the medicinal plants. Shura didn't follow. She did pull out her phone and dialed a familiar number.

She could try and start a fight with Angel, but out numbered and sadly, a touch out skilled by the armored man, she wouldn't be able to stop him, it would only make him move faster. And cause a ton of damage dragging in another near omnipotent personality from his dramatic "Castle".

"Raphael, will you help me with something?"

"No."

"You wasted no time in that. You really hate Rin that much."

"I don't hate him. He is one of God's and it is God's order that we are not to harm him."

"You have a funny way of showing that you don't "hate" him then."

"What do you want me to do? Appear before them and tell that that God compels them to not see an injured person?" he stated dryly. "That's not how Clairvoyance works."

"Well you're a ray of sunshine," she grumbled. She huffed and dialed again.

Metatron and Sandalphon were huddled on the edge of the room, both focused on the twin that they watched for so long. Metatron had a soft smile as he saw Rin's breathing getting stronger. Sandalphon on the other hand was looking over Yukio with slight worry.

There was an energy around Yukio that was unsettling to say the least. It was pungent, dark, possessive and familiar. It reminded him of alcohol in his human days and all the promises it would make of joy, merriment and love while trying to hide the depression, rage and debauchery it would bring. It worried him.

He got closer to the taller twin and put his hand over his. He hissed and drew his hand back in recoil, getting his brother's attention.

"Sandalphon? What's wrong?" Metatron asked now looking at Sandalphon.

"I need to get Zadkiel. Metatron-"

"I'll watch them both. I doubt they're going to separate any time soon."

"Thank you," he said flying swiftly from the room. He flew as fast as he could, fear clear on his face. He found the sandy haired angel in a therapist's office, casually walking around and interacting with angels who were trying to guide their humans to a healthier and safer life.

"Sandalphon? What brings you here?" the angel asked with a feathery tone. "Not that I don't enjoy your company."

"Zadkiel, I need your help. Yukio's... he's being influenced."

"By his blood you mean?" Zadkiel kept his voice soft and warm despite the news. "Has he suffered something traumatic? Is he not accepting himself?"

"He has found Rin."

"Ah. You know, many people think that it would be a time of joy to be reunited with someone so close and precious to them, but it often brings its' own burdens that are far harder to accept. I will be there to help, but I don't think you give yourself enough credit to guide him, even after all these years."

"He is releasing miasma," Sandalphon dryly replied and showed his hand. The once pale skin was slightly red, similar to a rash or incredibly mild burn.

"No human has noticed have they?" Zadkiel asked, sounding less mellifluous than he had earlier.

"No. It's potent, but not noticeable to humanity's flexibility."

"You were right to come and get me. Might I ask who is there besides Metatron?"

"Ariel has a human nearby, and Raphael may be close with all that has occurred."

"I see. I may ask for Raphael depending on his potency. But have faith, Yukio is a strong and valiant young man. I am certain that he can overcome the darkness that lingers from his birth father."

He cupped Sandalphon's face in his hands.

"It is normal to get worried. And it is alright to ask for help. Even for another. I am glad you haven't forgotten that."

He placed a kiss on Sandalphon's forehead in a comforting gesture.

"Shall we little one?"

"You know I'm taller than you," Sandalphon grumbled at the comment. Zadkiel's bell like laughter chimed for a brief moment.

"And yet, you are still far younger."

With that he took to the air, Sandalphon following behind.

Angel marched to the infirmary utilized by exorcists with the lower ranked ones and the student following. He would speak to Shiro. He would let him know what he missed out on. He would actually ask for his help to find the boy's family so they would know of his passing.

"A-Angel-sama. There is an angelic presence ahead," Caliburn spoke in a less confident tone. Angel sped up.

Angelic presence? So soon after Rin and his passing?

He was almost running by the time he made it to the infirmary. He put his hand on the hilt of Caliburn.

"Is this where the blessed is?" Angel asked.

"The Angelic Presence is here," the demon sword affirmed. Without hesitation, Angel opened the door. There in the room was the Paladin Shiro, looking up from the injured's bed to see him, the young exorcist Yukio who had been teaching when Magdalene perished, and a body of a pale skinned boy, whose face was hidden behind Yukio's body.

"Arthur," Shiro's voice cut through the stillness that had been disturbed by the blond, "You need to leave."

"Eh. Paladin Shiro, I must discuss with you regarding what has occurred here."

"That can wait. As you can see we have-"

"A blessed being," Angel interrupted. He took a step forward. He was surprised that Shiro stepped in front of him, blocking him from getting closer to the person on the bed.

"Leave Arthur," Shiro demanded in a low tone. Angel's eyes narrowed.

"Are you hiding a blessed being from the Vatican?"

"How do you know anyone in here is a blessed being Arthur?" Shiro responded.

"Caliburn," Angel said simply.

Shiro was stiff for a moment. Yukio pulled his eyes away from the injured boy.

"Shiro?"

"Focus on him Yukio. We don't want him getting worse," Shiro responded not taking his eyes off Angel.

"Em, is this a bad time?"

Shiro's eyes darted to the left of Angel, seeing one of his son's students standing with a bag of most likely medicinal herbs.

"Shiemi!" Yukio called out. "What are you doing here?"

"You seemed worried about Rin. I thought you would need medicine," Shiemi answered shyly. Arthur shoved Shiro who stumbled back a few inches as the ponytailed man forced his way in.

"Rin? You have Rin?" he spoke darkly. Yukio stood up and pulled his gun out on Angel. Angel pulled Caliburn and in a quick fluid motion he knocked the gun from Yukio's hand. A sharp pain shot through his shoulder as Shiro hit him with strength and precision that could be felt through his armor. He hissed but didn't focus on that. Instead he forced Yukio to the side, making him trip over his feet and land on the ground. Angel stared in relief and disbelief that in the bed was an unconscious Rin.

"How do you know Rin?!" Yukio spat out as he pulled himself to his feet.

Angel sent a glare to Yukio.

"He is my student. A blessed being I found fighting demons alone. Now, how do you two know Rin?"

I like to think there is chaos in the mundane. And yeah, Angel would be a dramatic shit her I do believe. Any who...

A bit longer than normal chapter. Just a bit. Just another chapter. Yeah.