This gonna be a series of One-shots that take place in the future either it be ten, fifteen, twenty or just five years. These One-shots are mainly centered around Rin and his life in the future (There is no connection with this and 'Stop, Time' this is just for fun). I just see a lot of One-shot/drabble stories and wanted to do my own only set within the future, but it doesn't have a certain timeframe, so the next chapter might be ten years later or back or whatever.

Also a few of these will have 'what if' scenarios in them; like this one. This one is basically a 'what if Shiro survived and was just in a coma for ten years'. So this is basically the twins going to see Shiro after some time and Rin isn't happy with one of Yukio's decisions.

Story 1: Reminiscence

"Rin?" I looked up from where I sat on the front porch of the monastery. My Dad looked down at me with his spectacles covering his eyes. I couldn't read his expression as I stared at him, sniffing. The glare on his glasses covering his eyes. "You got into a fight, didn't you?"

I looked away in shame. I couldn't look at my Father. He knew I had gotten into a fight. I had a few scratches on my face and bruised knuckles. My uniform was dirty from rolling around in the dirt and my usually messy black hair was even more messy than usual; twigs and dirt stuck in it. I was just doing my job as an older brother. I wasn't going to let those jerks push my brother around!

"So what? They said mean things about Yukio, so I beat them up," I retorted, puffing up my cheeks and folding my arms.

"Rin, you should know that violence isn't always the answer." I felt his comforting hand grasp my shoulder and pull me towards him. "You should use words more than your fists or at best … just walk away."

"But … that's not solving Yukio's problem!" I exclaimed, looking up at him with tears in my ocean blue orbs.

"Maybe not, but it's a start for not just him, but for you too." He gave me one of his smiles that always reassured me. I sniffed and he pulled me into a hug. "Words can do more than actions, Rin. Remember that."

"Okay, Dad…"

The Later Years

"Rin, come on. Get up." I hear the faint voice of my younger twin nag me. I groan and roll over onto my other side, mumbling. I hear him sigh to himself. "Remember today we'll be seeing Father."

I blearily opened my eyes and sat up in my bed and looked at him, suddenly confused. A thought crossing my mind of how he was standing next to my bed. "How did you get into my house?"

Yukio gave me a look that said 'seriously' and held a key out to my groggy, confused gaze. "You gave me a spare key just in case."

"Right…" My confused voice cracked.

I was still tired.

Being jolted awake like that is such a pain.

Yukio was always the early bird and I was the late riser.

Why couldn't he let me sleep in a little longer?

"Now get ready. Father wants us down there for breakfast." I look over to my clock and my jaw fell wide open.

What the hell.

Is he nuts!

"It's six, Yukio!"

"Yes, and Father wants us down at the Monastery for breakfast. Now hurry up!"

I sigh to myself; untangling myself from the blankets and covers before a thought came to my mind and I look to my brother. "Wait. What about…" I was cut off before I could finish by Yukio's answer. "They're coming with us, Rin."

I was slack jawed.

How could Yukio let me bring them? They'd cause too much trouble for Dad!

"Are you crazy? They're little demons!"

Now it was Yukio's turn to look at me as if I was the crazy one. Out of the both of us I think he's the crazy one here. "Is that any way to speak about your kids, Rin."

I snorted at his response and began to get changed. "You don't have to live with them," I retorted as I put on a simple jeans, shirt and jacket with a tie.

Yes, I can tie a tie now. So what! It's not a big deal!

"I think I see enough when I babysit for you."

I twitched at that remark. I know that my kids are little terrors and my friends love them, but babysitting is another matter. I know they definitely got that troublemaker streak from me while the innocent charm came from their Mother. It gets hard to go to work when I got no one to babysit for me. Sometimes I have to call in and say I can't come or call Yukio to babysit. Yukio's they're Uncle and even he sometimes doesn't want to see them because of how they act. Yet he still does come and help me because he knows I need it.

Sometimes.

Jerk...

I closed the wardrobe and turned to my brother with a nervous smirk on my face. "Alright, let's grab the brats and go." Yukio rolled his eyes at my remark and sighed.

I hope Dad won't criticize me...

Shit...

The Later Years

It was a long train ride to Southern Cross Town where the Monastery was. The kids wouldn't stop running around the train or shouting. I had to physically grab both of them and make them sit down, so they wouldn't annoy the other passengers. After that they just loudly chatted to each other while I continued to tell my brother that 'this was a bad idea'. He would just roll his eyes and ignore me as I glare back.

After we had gotten off the train; I made sure I had each kid by the hand and followed Yukio to the Monastery. The two kids were asking where we were going the whole time. I should be used to it by now, but I really wasn't. It's hard to get used to being a parent. I wonder how Dad felt after he first took us in. Then again it must be different with adopting than actual birth children.

Once we finally got to the monastery I collapsed on the porch to take a breather while the two kids ran around the front. My brother frowning at me and I waved him off. He doesn't know I feel. He only babysits them. I have them with me 24/7. No wonder I feel so tired all the time; not that I'm like that anyway.

Yukio sighed to himself and knocked on the door to the Monastery. It was soon opened up by our adoptive Father; Shiro Fujimoto. When his eyes lay on us he grinned and brought us in for a hug. I laughed a little. He hasn't changed a bit. A part from the wrinkles and the fact he's retired from the Paladin post; he's still the same old man I knew fourteen years ago.

"You two came; especially you, Rin," he said in his usual teasing tone.

I snorted at that. Of course I would. Ever since that happened when he was possessed by Satan and was put into a coma for ten years. Yukio and I had visited him a lot; we had worked hard on our normal school and cram school work. And that's saying something for me. When he finally came out we were happy, but he had missed the past ten years of our lives. We were no longer teenagers and he understood that yet it also hurt him that he didn't see us grow up into adults. I'd feel the same way if I missed ten years of my kids' lives. I'd think 'what happened?' and 'where'd the time go?'

But most of all 'shit, my kids have kids'.

That'd be my genuine reaction, but I can tell that Dad ... will probably just be happy for me.

Hopefully.

But he seems to be adjusting well. That me and Yukio are adults, I mean. That's why I hadn't introduced my kids to him yet since he was still recovering. Well, I guess four years is a lot of time to recover, but he was in a coma for ten years! He missed ten years of our lives! How can I not think he should take it slow!

But I guess Yukio thought to let him meet my kids while they were still at a young age. I guess that makes sense. That way they know about 'Grandpa Shiro' early in life instead of knowing about ... I don't even want to think about that one.

"Dad, is there room for two more?" Yukio asked and I looked at him. My brother was nudging me with his shoulder. I had an idea of what he was telling me to do.

Great. Thanks, lil' bro. You just made me feel super awkward.

Dad looked at us in anticipation as if he knew he was waiting for some form of explanation. However before I could we heard running feet and both Yukio and I turned to see the kids. My eyes bugged out; breathe hitching in my throat. My kids were standing a few feet away from us; dirty and their clothes swapped. Why? They have a cross-dressing problem. It's a twins' thing I guess. Yukio and I never did this ... then again we're both boys.

"Dad! Hana pushed me!"

"NO! It was Yun!"

I inwardly groaned as the two started bickering with one another. Though before I could stop them I heard a laugh behind me and looked to the old man and frowned. "When were you going to tell me about them, Rin?"

"How did you figure they were mine?" I asked, confused at how he figured they were mine so quickly.

"I can tell that they're both troublemakers just like you were at that age." This just caused Yukio to snicker and me to glare at him. I let Dad walk past us and up to the two kids, kneeling in front of them. "Are you going to introduce me?"

I nodded and went over to my kids. I pointed at the one currently picking his nose; taking his dirty hand away from his face. He had short blond hair and ocean blue eyes; like mine. His hair was messy and his fringe covered his face. "This one is Ryunosuke; but we call him Yun for short." I then pointed to the girl beside him; who was trying to reach for Dad's spectacles. She had the same length hair as her brother, but a little more neatened; blond with grass-green eyes. "This is Hana."

The old man blinked, shocked. "They're identical?"

I rubbed the back of my neck and laughed at what my Dad said, shaking my head at him. "They like to think that they are. They're twins like me and Yukio, but they're actually fraternal."

"I can see that, but…" I finally saw what was bothering Dad as he pointed to both twins. "…why are they wearing the other's clothes, Rin?"

"They have this idea where they think they can fool more people with twin tricks if they dress in the others clothes," I told him, shrugging my shoulders.

I never really got it.

Yukio and I never did stuff like that.

They must have in their head that they're identical not fraternal twins.

"They'll have an identity crisis when they get older," I heard Yukio say over on the porch.

A growl made its way up my throat, but before I could retort I see both of the twins had their large curious eyes on me. "What's an identity crisis?"

I made a noise while biting down on my lip; thinking about my answer. I could hear Dad laughing at me and I glared at him. "It's not funny!"

"It is because you have no idea what you're doing!"

I would've retorted, but held my tongue.

He was right.

I had no clue on what I was doing with these two.

How could he tell so quickly like that?

"How about we go inside and talk more in there?"

I nodded and followed Dad over to the Monastery; ushering the twins in as well. When we were inside I finally saw how dirty they both were.

How did they get dirty so quickly?

These two really are little demons.

Ugh…

"Great…" I muttered to myself as I looked them over. I noticed Yukio come back with a brush which I gladly took from him. I brushed both twins hair to neaten it out; especially Yun's. Man, his was as bad as mine. I could feel Dad's eyes on me as I did this. I could tell he was trying to see how good of a Father I was to these two. I mean, after all the trouble I was to him I can understand him being a bit anxious to find out his eldest and the troublemaker has two kids.

Twins. Just like me and Yukio.

After I had finished fixing the twins up; we had breakfast and Dad wanted to talk to me about the twins.

Great.

A Father-son talk.

I can definitely see where this goes...

I sat down at the table across from Dad. Yukio was watching over the twins along with the other clergyman that worked here. They helped Dad raise me and Yukio, so watching my kids wouldn't be so hard. Maybe...

Dad gave me one of his teasing smirks he gives me when he's about to make a joke. "So, you've got two kids?" I nod at him. "How come you never told me about them?"

"I guess it was because you were still recovering from the coma and I didn't want it to be a huge shock for you to find out your eldest was a Father," I told him; actually sounding serious for once in my life.

"You sound serious. Are you really Rin?" He asked me, smirking.

"I am!" I exclaimed, standing up from my chair.

"I see your personality still hasn't changed." I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it and sat back down. I heard Dad sigh and look at me seriously now. Shit. He's getting serious. "Do you know how to take care of those kids, Rin?"

I flinched and looked away from him; not making eye contact. "I sort of do. I'm trying…"

"Rin…" I look to my Father to see him still holding that serious expression on his face yet his eyes held something else in them. "…don't say 'you sort of do'. You have to know what you're doing."

Dad was always wise with words.

Damn it.

I look down at the table with a solemn expression; my hands clasped together and I could feel my tail twitching under my shirt. "I know. I just sometimes wonder how you were able to put up with us … with me…"

This caused Dad's eyes to widen, but then he smiled and laughed. "You were quite the trouble maker, but I see you've grown into a fine young man with two adorable kids. I think you'll do just fine, Rin."

My eyes widened at hearing this and a smile broke out across my face. "Thanks, Dad!"

"Now, tell me; do you know how to tie knots now or are you still clueless on that?" He asked pointing at my shirt; a playful smirk across his lips.

"I know how to! Stop holding that against me!"

Yes, there will be some sweet and emotional One-shots like this one and then there will ones with tragedy mixed in. These will all take place in different timelines, but I mainly want them in the future. So if you have any ideas on what I can do for a One-shot on here leave a comment; either it be tragedy, family, bittersweet, friendship or any other genre. I want to try something different with these One-shots that take place in these different times. Hope you enjoyed!

NOTE: I've been thinking up the designs and personalities for Rin's children for a while now. I see that he has twins because he comes from a twin-set as well. I see him having a son and a daughter and both as young children would act like the Hitachiin twins when playing their 'guess who's Hikaru' game only more ... cross dress-like. While as teenagers they'd become more likely to get their own style and personality.

NOTE: Geez, sorry I know so little about twins. I grew up with a set of twins in primary and they always said they were identical and guess what they were different genders (boy and girl). So they must've been doing the whole 'twin messing with people thing'. So because I was a kid and didn't understand back then and it got stuck in my head to now, sorry.

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