Isolation sucked. It was all Rin could do not to talk to Metatron who hovered nearby in a quaint cream colored room that was no doubt bugged. He just knew people were talking about him. While he understood why Michael had marked him with holy energy, it now made them believe he was part of an extreme minority of the population who were natural demon exterminators.

Well, he had trained since he was little to fight demons but that was not the point. The point was he was in confinement as they decided what exactly to do.

It was during this quiet captive time he contemplated unleashing Excalibur and try fighting his way out. But Metatron would remind him he didn't want to make enemies of humans. Not even when they were at their worst, he was still one of them.

Rin was more than ready to leave wehn the door finally opened. There stood the blond haired man who brought him in, Arthur Angel.

"Come with me."

"Rude much? Not even so much as a please," Rin grumbled sitting up from his confinement bed. He slid off with Metatron hovering over his shoulders. An invisible but strong hand on his shoulder as he walked forward. Escape wouldn't happen here in a little room, squirreled away until someone who shouldn't find out he was here stumbled upon him.

"So, where are we going goldilocks?"

"To my superiors. The vatican is thrilled to find such a holy individual alive and well."

"Uh huh, and just how long did it take you to convince them?" Rin grumbled. The room had no windows or clocks and a bed. Who was to know how long he was there for?

"A week. I understand you don't trust me but we do mean you no harm."

"Sure you do," Rin huffed. It did explain the odd food pattern as well as the "shower time" available to him.

"Angel-sama~ Just is doing what's best for you," the demon sword sang out. Rin glared at the assumed smug sounding sword.

Rin didn't get a chance to say anything more when Angel opened a set of double doors. Angel gestured for Rin to enter the room. Rin glowered but walked forward. He felt a Angel's hand press between his shoulder blades. Metatron's hand tightened.

Rin blinked when he saw who was in the room.

"Why are there people dressed as giant Easter Eggs in here?"

"Have some respect child. These are the Grigori. They are esteemed leaders of the Vatican."

"Is this the child?"

A chuckle came from one of the other Easter egg looking fellows. Angel jumped slightly in shock.

"I see. You have brought us a truly blessed individual." The voice was old and worn. He could hear Metatron suck in air in an irritated manner.

"That no good spirit favoring fallen bearded-"

"Quiet a handsome fellow," the voice continued, "Strong as well."

Rin raised a brow at the eggs's comment.

"Flattery gets you nowhere Azazel."

"So you see, it is as Caliburn says."

"Truly blessed. Have you been baptized boy?"

"Will it matter if I say yes?" Rin complained. Metatron chuckled at Rin's surly behavior.

"Knowing Azazel," Metatron spoke again, raising his voice with the name, "He'll make you get baptized again. He may not be as big a jerk as Samael, but he's still technically a demon king."

"Of course it does my boy. Perhaps you could tell us who baptized you?"

"Stop enjoying this you fallen!" Metatron hissed.

"I wouldn't know who baptized me. I was rather young at the time."

"Fair point child."

"We should be more focused on his training."

"A child blessed as he would be well suited as an exorcist."

"If I may, I would be willing to train the young one." Angel offered.

"No way in the seven levels of Dante's hell am I training under anyone here!" Rin growled. He narrowed his eyes at long haired man.

"You are untrained and unprotected." Metatron snorted at the accusation. "You are also not a grown adult. It is an adult's duty to guide and protect children."

"Because turning children into warriors to fight demons is keeping them safe. Grade A parenting right there."

"Okay Rin, calm down. No need to be over snarky," Metatron attempted to placate the young teen, "Humans aren't endless in their compassion. Besides, Michael was teaching you to fight since you were eight. Hypocritical much?"

"Well, if Rin isn't interested in learning here within the Vatican, we could always send him to True Cross-"

"NO!" Rin called out.

"Oh?" Azazel asked in an amused tone. "You don't want to go to True Cross? They're a wonderful school and have an exemplary exorcist program."

"No."

"I agree with Rin," Angel added, "We can't trust Mephisto Pheles anyway."

"Not really wrong," Metatron grumbled.

Rin bit the inside of his cheek. To keep his family ignorant he'd have to "learn" from the Vatican to avoid Yukio who would easily find him if he were at True Cross, and Mephisto who would take sick enjoyment in the whole thing. Sure he'd have to keep an ear out for Shiro so he wouldn't be spotted, but it was a better shot.

"I'd rather stay at the Vatican," he grumbled. His normally warm blue eyes were icy in full blown irritation. So far, he had been avoiding everything to deal with human exorcists. Now, he had a bright little spotlight on him. At least it wasn't for who his birth father was.

Yukio didn't spend a lot of time talking to Shiro. He normally didn't have time or spent the little free time he had to contact Rin. Perhaps it was because Rin hadn't responded to any of his calls that he felt an overwhelming need to contact Shiro. Rin always responded within twelve hours of a call. Always. Perhaps he was just worried given his teaching the exorcism and the fact he knew of Rin's and his heritage, even if Rin was the only one who held the raw demonic flames.

His phone began to ring and he immediately picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Yukio," an older man's voice spoke, "It's me."

"Dad? How are you?"

"I'm physically fine-"

"What's wrong? Is someone hurt?"

There was a pregnant pause then Shiro spoke.

"Rin's missing."

"He's what?! How do you know?"

"I found his missing poster."

Poor Rin. Having to deal with the Vatican.