"Now, Rin-chan, this is the second fight you've gotten into this week! I've already called your father and he is very disappointed in you," Amano-sensei reprimanded the seven-year-old boy. "I know that Rikio-chan and Chiyo-chan were bullying your brother, but when that happens, you need to come tell me instead of hurting them. Do you understand, Rin?"

Rin stared down at his feet, nodding his acceptance. He knew he wasn't supposed to get into fights, but he couldn't help it! The others were being mean to Yukio, so why couldn't he be mean back? He really didn't mean to really hurt them, he just got angry.

The teacher's eyes softened as she looked at the guilty boy. "That's all I wanted to talk to you about, Rin-chan, so you can go home now. Think about what I've said, okay?"

"Okay," Rin said glumly. As he exited the classroom, his guilt deepened as he remembered that Yukio had to go home by himself since Rin had to stay behind so Amano-sensei could talk to him. Rin also didn't like it when he had to walk alone home either; sometimes, he felt as if he was being watched, especially when he was alone.

He idly kicked at a stone, watching as it bounced down the road in front of him. He continued kicking it as he walked, more concentrated on the rock than on where he was going.

"Oof!" Rin winced as he bumped into someone, falling on his bottom due to the collision.

"Look where you're going, kid!" a swaying man spat, glaring at him.

"I'm sorr-" Rin started, only to be interrupted when the man hauled him up by the collar of his shirt.

"Look, you've gotten my shirt dirty!" the man said angrily. Rin looked, but as far as he could tell, the shirt looked as clean as it had been when he ran into him. "You-you rotten brat," he started to slur, ignoring the surprised yelp that came out of the boy as he dragged the child to the entrance of an alley. Rin glanced around in a panic, looking for someone that might help him - but the more he looked, the more he realized that he had never seen this street before. The people looked mean and dirty, and no one seemed to care as the drunken adult slammed him into a wall.

Rin cried out in pain as his shoulder hit the brick wall. "Shut up! I'm-I'm gonna teach you a, a lesson," the man growled, flipping out a pocket knife. Rin flinched in fear. He'd seen what knives could do to people on those criminal TV shows and he really didn't want to end up as another example.

The man lurched forward, knife barely missing Rin's neck due to Rin's struggling. "Stop it!" the boy cried out. "Stop!"

"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?!" he snarled, arm raised.

"Huh? You're not supposed to say those kinds of words around children, right?"

The man froze as the monotone voice reached him. As the man turned, Rin was able to see the owner of the voice.

He was dressed oddly, like in a punk-emo kind of way, with green hair that spiked up. Rin had probably never been so grateful to see a weirdo in his life.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The teenager blinked, rolling the lollipop in his mouth so that it was positioned on the side. "Me? Oh, sorry," he said, crunching the lollipop. "I'm Amaimon. It's a pleasure to meet you."

By now the man had almost completely forgotten about the boy he was still holding up by his shoulders. Rin remained still, hoping if he was quiet enough the man would eventually loosen the grip he had on him.

"Huh?! What's with that weird attitude?!" The now-named Amaimon stared as the other continued ranting. "You're super weird! Your hair looks stupid and you look like a piece of shit!"

Amaimon's eyes narrowed as the drunk listed off a bunch of his flaws, and for the first time Rin felt true, absolute fear.

Before he could blink, the man was on the ground, screaming and clutching at where his arm used to be. Now that the man wasn't lifting him, Rin fell to the ground. The boy stared in numb shock at the blood on his clothes and hands.

"That wasn't very nice," Amaimon said, staring at the sobbing man in mild irritation. "Calling me names, and saying bad words in front of a child again...aren't you the worst kind of person?" He stepped on his leg, causing it to snap audibly. The drunk howled in pain. "So, I think I'll kill you. Would that be okay?" Without waiting for a reply, the green-haired teen leaned down and dragged a long nail across the man's throat.

Rin watched in stunned horror as the man choked on his own blood before he eventually stopped struggling. His eyes dulled as he took his last breath.

Rin was lightheaded and sick on his stomach. He couldn't take his eyes away from the body right in front of him, still bleeding out and soaking Rin's shoes and the hems of his jeans in red liquid.

"-ey," a voice said, and suddenly his view was taken up by his technical savior. "Don't ignore me. I don't like it."

He stared at the killer in shock. "W-why?" he managed to get out.

Amaimon stared at him as if he were the insane one. "Why?" he repeated, frowning. A lollipop wrapper crinkled as he took it off the sweet and stuck it in his mouth. "He was going to hurt you, right? So why shouldn't I hurt him back? He deserved it, didn't he?"

He looked genuinely curious as to why Rin didn't understand.

Why…? It was wrong, wasn't it…?

Rin couldn't help but to think like that. But, for some reason, he couldn't seem to be able to explain this in words, because on some level...Rin agreed. Some part of him thought the man had it coming, that it was an eye for an eye, and that was the part of him that scared Rin the most.

Uncomfortable with the topic, Rin tried to change it, ignoring the blood on him and the body next to him in fear that he would throw up.

"H-how come you helped me?" he asked instead, dodging the question. "W-who are you?"

Amaimon didn't seem to mind the avoidance, instead humming in thought. "I'm Amaimon, the Demon King of Earth." Rin froze. Demon…? That couldn't be right, they didn't exist, right? "Also, I've been watching you for a while, you know. After all, I once read in a human book that family takes care of family, but none of my other brothers were interested in something like that. So I decided I would come and find Rin Okumura, who is the youngest son of Satan."

Rin stared incomprehensibly at the blank gold eyes. Huh…?

"Ah, I guess you could say I'm your older brother. Nice to meet you." Amaimon tilted his head slightly. "From now on, please call me 'Amai-nii.'"

There was a pause as the two merely stared at each other, and then Rin opened his mouth, closed it, and then passed out.

Amaimon stared thoughtfully at his younger brother. "Was I too direct?" he wondered.

i really like amaimon ok
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