AN: hey there. pastryfudger, formerly qlgingerblade here, cringing at all my old writing. im glad to give this fic a fresh start. won't be trying to be hilarious, like i did last time. hope you all enjoy.

"Alright, class," Yukio Okumura said, his face and tone much more serious then ever before. "We have a very important mission. We have to protect a church. We're hoping there won't be too many demons in the area. However, there's still the possibility of something happening, in which case I need you all to promise me something when we get there."

"A-ah, um, Yuki-chan, what about your birthday?" Shiemi asked quietly. "We were hoping to celebrate it..."

Surprised, he pushed up his glasses. "I didn't realize you knew when my birthday was. We will have to leave it for later, alright?"

Disappointed, Shiemi nodded, and the cram school students followed Yukio out to a train bound for Tokyo. After a short ride, they took a car ride to a monastery and piled out on the street. Many exorcists of varying degree of power were all stationed to protect the area, though there was no telling why.

"Do you all remember what I asked of you?" the young teacher asked, his tone serious as before.

"To promise you something," Konekomaru said.

"Very good." Yukio pulled out his guns from who knows where, loaded them and led the way inside, then down, and down, and even further down until they came to a thick metal door with a ridiculous amount of seals on it.

"Protect this door. No one goes in or out, and it doesn't open. Am I understood? You must be prepared to give your life to protect the contents of this room. Promise me."

The normally kind Yukio had been replaced by something else, it had seemed with the tone of his voice, but the cram school promised and readied themselves for whatever seemed to be approaching.

After about fifteen minutes of standing around, guarding the door, a large explosion could be heard overhead, and Izumi and Shiemi summoned their demons just in case.

"Man, what do you think is behind the door to get him so riled up?" Shima asked.

"Whatever it is, Yukio-sensei seems awfully protective of it, to ask us to die for it. I don't think we should ask," Konekomaru replied, adjusted his glasses.

They all silently agreed, and Shima looked a bit put out at that, and slightly bored.

"That doesn't mean we can't guess, though," Konekomaru said, "just not within his earshot."

"Maybe it's some important books or summoning prayers," Bon suggested.

"Maybe it's a powerful weapon," Pakkun said.

"M-maybe it's a special medicine," Shiemi stuttered quietly.

"What if it's a most evil demon, sealed on Assiah to prevent it from returning to Gehenna?" Shima said in a dramatic voice.

They were interrupted by a growl at the top of the stairs.

A large Hobgoblin was grinning and drooling at them.

Bon reacted first, and began to recite the prayer to get rid of it, dodging as the Hobgoblin pounced at him, and Shima hit it back with his miroku while Izumi's foxes growled.

Unfazed, the demon pounced once more, not at Bon, they realized, but at the door. It hit it, but a protection on the door repelled it, bouncing it back. Bon finished the prayer, and the Hobgoblin was destroyed and sent back to Gehenna, but the door was slightly dented.

"I hope there aren't more of those," Shima whispered quietly, then cursed himself for jinxing their luck as a huge mass of Coal Tars suddenly streamed into the room, also heading for the door, and began to slam themselves into the door. The protections seemed to be holding, for the most part, but with so many of them, the door was starting to dent. Izumi's foxes began to erase as many as possible, but couldn't help the large dents in the door. Even a part of the metal has bent and snapped.

Bon gritted his teeth. "Man, where the hell are Takara and Yamada? Those freaks completely skipped town!"

Shima was about to respond when Shiemi gasped.

"What is it?" Konekomaru asked, looking at Shiemi, who was peering through the sliver of a hole

"Th-there's someone inside!"

The group clambered to look in with her, and saw that there was indeed someone in there.

She was floating horizontally, obviously in a deep sleep with her hands on her chest, lightly gripping a sword very familiar to Bon.

"The Kurikara…"

The room was rather dark, the only light being provided by the candles that surrounded her. Her face looked lightly troubled, but otherwise she seemed to be the epitome of purity, clothed in a simple white dress and floating serenely.

"She's beautiful," Shiemi breathed.

"She really is," Konekomaru agreed, mainly so that Shima wouldn't say anything, but they were suddenly interrupted by several growls, and a bunch of large, wolf-like demons bounded down the steps and barreled into the door, taking down several enchantments and the door with them.

Yukio yelling angrily could be heard above them, and the demons were soon followed by the irate exorcist.

He looked even angrier at the broken door, and began to shoot a few of the wolf-like demons, before something with white hair, horns, and as many eyes as fingers barreled into the exorcist and knocked him against the wall, before rushing after the wolves and into the room.

Yukio stood and snarled at his students. "What did I tell you?!" he questioned them, and they stepped away from him in fear. His head was bleeding lightly, and it made him look beastly.

"We did our best, Okumura-sensei," Shima said, trying to calm the man.

"Well your best obviously isn't good enough. They're gonna get her now!"

"Who?" Bon asked, curious as to who had the stolen Kurikara.

"My sister!" Yukio yelled, his face red with anger. "I'll deal with you later. We can't let them take her."

The students, though frightened, followed orders. Izumi's foxes went into the room first, and started to fight with the wolf demons, and the cram school students and teacher went in soon after, weapons and mantras at the ready.

The horned demon turned and glared at the group. He seemed to be chanting something in an unknown tongue, so he said nothing to them, and the group, apprehended by the wolves who dipped and dived, avoiding their attacks, were unable to stop him as his chanting began to tear down the barrier around the girl.

It finally broke, and the candles in the room were suddenly replaced with blue flames. The girl dropped into the demon's waiting arms.

"Don't worry, my lady," the demon said, "soon, you will be returned to you real father…"

Yukio growled and sent several shots over the wolves at the horned demon, which hit it in the heart and the back of the neck, and it toppled over in pain, dropping the girl, who was now awake and looked very confused.

"Yukio?" she asked, and she struggled to get up, gripping the Kurikara very tightly, and using it to stand.

"Rin, here, go with them," Yukio said, pointing at the cram school, and the girl tried, but the wolves blocked her, surprisingly not growling, but more or less guarding her.

She frowned, and began to unsheathe the sword.

"Nee-san, no!" Yukio called out, but he was too late.

She was suddenly alight with bright blue flames, and held out the blade.

Bon held his breath in both fear and anger. Blue flames? She had to be connected to Satan.

"Move," she ordered the wolves. "I don't want to hurt anyone."

They stepped aside, almost bowing, and she went over to her brother.

"Yukio, what's going on?" she asked as she passed him, but he just shook his head, and reloaded both of his pistols with new bullets, and unleashed both clips into the head of the horned demon.

"Yukio!" she called out, slightly horrified, watching the blood run into the floorboards as the demon's body dissolved. He turned back and gripped her by the arm, starting to drag her up the stairs.

"We have to go, sheath your sword," he said, and she struggled against his grip, pulling free with great effort.

"Y-you killed him," she said, eyes darting to the demon on the floor.

"No, I did not, he will simply return to Gehenna, though he certainly deserved it. Let's go."

The girl clutched the Kurikara closely. "N-no."

Obviously enraged, Yukio tried to grab her arm again but she batted his hand away.

"Rin," he said, his tone dangerous, "there are things after you. We have to get to safety."

"You lied to me," she said, like it was some strange revelation. "You lied. You and dad both."

"Now is not the time-"

"Now is absolutely the time! All those years I put up with so much shit to keep you safe and you never fucking told me?"

Bon looked back and forth between the arguing siblings, before backing away, the rest of the Exwires with him.

"It was necessary. If we did tell you, you could have been killed, and that is the last thing I would ever want to happen!"

Yukio, having finally reached the end of his patience, reloaded his gun with a tranquilizer, and quickly shot it into the girl's neck.

"Y-Yuki-chan..." Shiemi seemed at a loss for words. There was something strange going on, and she didn't like it.

Yukio picked up the girl and carried her out, his students following at a safe distance. He took her to a familiar pink car, shoved her in and closed it firmly behind her.

Then Yukio turned to the cram school students. "If any of you speak of her, I'll kill you myself."

Fearful, they followed him into another car, and began the long drive back to True Cross City.

Bon mulled over the strange development. The girl, Rin (he barely remembered her name), was Yukio's sister, or so it seemed. She was obviously connected to Satan, or at least demons, somehow, to have blue flames, and she had the Kurikara. She was a gigantic mystery, and Bon intended to find out who and what she was.

And when he did, he hoped she would lead him straight to Satan, and he would kill that motherfucker.

Rin woke up to the sound of gunshots.

She had a crazy long dream (felt like it lasted years!) about a talking blue fire and it told her... it told her so much. She couldn't forget a single thing - about her mother, about her apparent demonic heritage, nothing, it was all burned into her brain.

Then she saw the blade, a blade that she was told would contain her power only when sheathed.

And then she knew, and drew the blade, despite her brother's behest.

Three hours later, she woke up in a moving car with a crick in her neck and a jacket covering her as a makeshift blanket.

Gripping her neck, she sat up.

"Fucking Yukio," she muttered angrily, betrayed that he would just shoot her like that. His own sister.

"Rin, don't talk that way about your brother."

She looked up in surprise. "Dad?"

Fujimoto's smiling face was before her, and another man was there as well, though he looked ridiculous.

"It's been a while," her father said, and yeah, it really had. Rin had never remembered having such a long dream. No, not a dream. It was definitely not a dream. She was in the same white dress and the sword sat innocently next to her.

"Old man, what's going on?"

Fujimoto sighed. "I had hoped I would've been able to have this conversation with you sooner, but they wouldn't let me. They made me seal you away when you turned twelve, and now that you're fifteen, they're regretting it."

"I'm fifteen?!"

"… unfortunately, yes. You've been sealed away for, obviously, a long time. You see, you're—"

"—the daughter of Satan?" Rin finished.

"I, yes, how did you—?"

"I had a weird 'dream' while I was… sealed away," Rin explained, the words bitter on her tongue. "There was nothing but darkness, a blue flame, and a voice, and it's told me a lot, but… three years?"

Fujimoto was obviously very shocked by this. "What?! What did it tell you?!"

"I-it told me I was the daughter of Satan and some lady named Yuri. Said Yukio was an exorcist, said I was powerful, said I could use 'the blue flames of Satan' or something, said that this sword held my power, stuff like that. It also kept me up to date on my studies, surprisingly, and taught me a lot of stuff about... myself. My body. What's I'm going to grow up to be as a half-demon. It spent more time talking about Yuri though."

Fujimoto looked very troubled by this. "Is that all it told you?"

"Y-yeah! Well, basically, it told me about some demons and Gehenna and Assiah and stuff too. Why?"

He sighed again, and Rin thought he didn't look three years older, but twenty. "Never mind. I'm sure you have several questions. I'll do my best to answer them, so… ask away."

Rin had a million. "Yukio is acting really weird. What's up with him?"

"He's been fiercely protective of you ever since you were sealed away, and has risen in the ranks of exorcists to protect you."

"Yeah, well, tell him not to be such an asshole. I'm his sister not his girlfriend. He can't just boss me around like that."

"I'll be sure to pass the message on."

"Do it and tell him not to shoot me again. That hurt."

Fujimoto looked particularly worried hearing that. "I'll make sure he understands," he said, and his daughter nodded her approval.

"Alright, next, who's this clown?" Rin gestured her head at the weird guy next to her dad — she was just realizing he was wearing poofy shorts and tights of all things — and the guy smiled.

"I am Mephisto Pheles, my dear!" the man flourished his top hat and gave her a happy nod. "I am the headmaster of True Cross Academy and—"

"—wait a minute, you're Samael!"

Mephisto's words died in his mouth, and Fujimoto choked on his spit.

"The voice in my dreams told me about you! You're kinda like my brother or something, right?"

"I, ah, if you want me to be?"

Fujimoto looked at the King of Time with a furious look, and the demon shrugged nonchalantly.

"Well, that'd make you a better brother than Yukio, considering the jackass he's been."

"Rin, don't talk about your brother like that!" Fujimoto gave his daughter a condescending look.

"I'll talk about my snot-nosed little brother however I want! Are we even related?!"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, you are! Twins, although fraternal! You've known that for years!"

"I mean you and me! Am I adopted?"

Fujimoto sat back, a little shocked. "Yes. You and Yukio are both adopted. As the flame told you, your mother is Yuri, and you father is… Satan."

Rin nodded in acceptance. "I… I got over that a while ago."

Fujimoto smiled. "That's good. Am I… do you still see me as you Papa?"

"No, I see you as my dad, idiot!"

The Paladin grinned widely, glad to see his same, feisty little girl again.

"C'mon, call me papa, just once, please?"

"Hell no!"

The two squabbled for a few minutes before Mephisto coughed into his fist.

"Ahem! Now, the question is, where will Rin be staying, and what will she be doing?"

Fujimoto thought for a moment. "She could stay in the girls dorm, and I suppose she could go to the Cram school to become an exorcist—"

"Woah, who said I wanna become an exorcist?" Rin interrupted. "I'm not doing that!"

"Rin, you don't technically have a choice. You have to learn to kill demons or the Vatican might seal you away again, or worse, kill you!"

Rin ground her teeth, noting she had new canines, which was a little odd. She didn't want to become an exorcist, she wanted to be a chef! Or a police officer! Or... or, something! Everyone else got until eighteen to choose a career choice!

"Fine! But don't expect me to try to do well!"

"You might have to. Yukio's a teacher there, and we both know he has his ways of getting you to do stuff. And considering the fact that you're a half demon, you may have to live in a separate area. We'll arrange everything, don't worry."

Rin bit the inside of her cheek in exasperation. She did not want to look Yukio in the eye right now.

The rest of the drive was quietly filled with talk of the upcoming school term, and Rin tugged the jacket closer around her shoulders.