So this is my first fanfiction. Um, yeah. Plus it's really late while writing/uploading... So I'm sorry. ; A; Might continue this... I'unno, depends if people like it or not. I just felt as if there was a severe lacking of Amaimon and Rin and I just wanted to throw something out there... so, um, enjoy? :D

Tugging uncomfortably at the tie that hung from his pale neck, Rin glared angrily at the green-haired demon just ahead. Seeing him was growing increasingly annoying each time they ran into each other, something about that lack of emotion and overall cockiness made Rin just want to bash his face in repeatedly. Hell, just seeing his face brought the urge over him, actually. Rin's blue eyes narrowed further and he looked over the demon ahead, who was, as usual, acting overly nonchalant about the entire meeting. "What the fuck do you want you point-headed freak?" Rin hissed out, and that somewhat shocked look that touched Amaimon's features brought an extremely satisfying feeling in Rin's stomach, a grin spreading across his face, that only widened when Amaimon's lips twitched before the corners slowly curved downward. At least he was capable of expressing emotions. For a moment Rin wasn't too sure.

Amaimon reached up and touched with one long, black nail the tip of the spike that came out of the middle of his head, feeling it bend beneath the weight of his touch before rising back up. "That was mean." Amaimon stated, sighing shortly after before sprinting forward.

Rin didn't have too much time to react, the wind being knocked out of him as he was suddenly kneed in the stomach, being thrown what felt like miles back. As he rolled cross the ground, sure enough he would have continued if it hadn't been for the thick-tree that stopped him with a hard slam. Satan's child gripped at his head and whined for a couple of moments, before looked up to find Amaimon but feet away, staring down at him with his insomniac-looking eyes. "Be nice to me, brother." The demon seemed to be pouting, but Rin wasn't sure if that was just him seeing things after hitting his head so hard. Rubbing at dizzy eyes, Rin didn't get too much time to recover as another blow was struck to his side, sending him just a couple of feet back, which was going easy on him when compared to the last hit he took. He tumbled slowly to a stop and landed sitting up, coughing out what was a mixture of saliva and blood, spitting it up on to the grass beneath him. He bent over and placed a hand over his stomach, spitting then using a free hand to wipe away anything left from his lips. "Fuckin' bastard." Rin moaned out. He felt something land on his back, light yet threatening, and the son of Satan feared the worst, yet nothing came. The foot stayed there, as if it were a reminder that Amaimon currently had the upper hand. Rin could only sit there, and growl lowly beneath his breath.

Silence continued on awkwardly, and eventually Rin piped up, "What the fuck are you just steppin' on me for!" He turned his head and looked back at the standing Prince, who tilted his head to the side.

"You have a dirty mouth, brother." Brother, brother, brother… Would he shut the fuck up? They were not brothers! Rin didn't want any sort of relations with this freak! "Where's Kurikara?" Rin stiffened, and then allowed his head to turn and momentarily droop. "Somewhere not here. Safe." Rin answered honestly. It was true, or at least he was hoping it was. The big-titted bitch still had it! Though he supposed deep down he couldn't blame her for taking it from him, he knew it was for his own good in the end. Amaimon seemed to find it amusing though, since he could feel the foot still firmly pressed against his back begin to shake- and turning his head, Rin found the other actually grinning. It threw him off for a bit, as he listened to the others off-sounding laughter. "You're so untrusted amongst your own friends." Amaimon said, and immediately Rin was set on edge. Attempting to turn ended with a rough kick though, and Rin decided against trying to get up. He growled softly, "It's not true! They're just trying to help me." Shura and Yukio was, anyways… Mephisto seemed more like a background guy, someone who just watched as all the chaos unraveled.

"Trying to help you by taking away the blade that makes you strong? Without it, what are you?" Amaimon breathed, "A blue-flamed adolescent with no real power." Rin gritted his teeth and shook his head. That wasn't true. He was strong, even without Kurikara! "You can handle humans, and low-class demons… but what do they expect you to do if you ran into someone like… I'unno… Me." Amaimon grinned, and Rin frowned. He was right, as much as he didn't want to admit it. Rin knew of course that wasn't Shura's intention though! She was only trying to help! This was just unfortunate timing, that was all… Then again, upon first meeting her, she had tried to kill him right off the bat. That had been after his first mess up with Amaimon.

Rin turned around to face the green-haired monster, who was looking down at him seemingly amused by the situation.

Amaimon pushed his foot down and bent Rin over in an uncomfortable position his body wasn't flexible enough to complete without a bit of pain. Rin whined and flailed his arms before planting both hands against the ground and attempted to push back against the foot to no avail. "Get off me, you freak!" Rin barked, and once again, he heard that horribly off sound laughter.

"You're fun to play with. Better than Behemoth, even." Behemoth? Was that the demon-thing he saw Amaimon holding on a leash earlier? "Thanks for the very much unwanted compliment, now get the fuck off of me." Rin grumbled as his fingers began to dig into the earth beneath him. He heard Amaimon messing around with something behind him, and Rin attempted to turn to get a better look, only to have the stronger demons foot press down further upon his back. "Fuck, that hurts!"

Amaimon clearly didn't care, as he went on talking as if Rin never spoke at all, "I don't think brother would mind if I extended our play-time." What brother was he talking about now? Hell, how many brothers did this guy think he had? The sound of mental clinking around behind him made Rin's brows furrow together in confusion, the cold steal pressing to his neck sent chills up his spine and made him whine. "What the hell is that?" Rin questioned, but received no answer as something clicked and the foot once against his back moved away. Immediately Satan's son sat up, his back cracking in response to the much needed stretching. About time! Rin pushed himself up to stand before suddenly realizing he wasn't alone. He whirled around, then again, and then for a moment he felt as if maybe he was alone, until he found a chain that seemed to follow him where ever he spun. He gripped the metal in his hands and trailed it back up to his neck where a lock kept what seemed to be a collar strapped around his throat. Rin blinked, eyes wide, then narrowed them. "This ain't funny!"

Rin tugged at the metal collar and grimaced when it refused to break. Which made no sense considering he'd broken much stronger stuff every since he was a child to now. He spun around and wondered if Amaimon just left him like this as a joke. Man, Yukio was going to scold him for being so careless of where he wandered off to…

The thought of Amaimon having left him was immediately pushed out of his mind as there was suddenly a tugging at the end of the chain Rin didn't think to have picked up, sending Rin stumbling forward.

"It wasn't meant to be a joke." Amaimon chimed happily, and gave the chain another good tug after taking two steps back, causing Rin to once again stumble forward.

"Stop that!" Amaimon tugged again, as if to show he didn't have to listen to the Satanic child.

"I should take you back to Gehenna with me…" Amaimon thought this over before he frowned, "That would cause for a lot of complications though, and I'm sure brother wouldn't be too pleased." Was he talking to himself? Rin stared at the insane, pointy-haired freak with wide, yet confused eyes, all the while tugging at his restraints uncomfortably.

"Where to take you then… I could just keep you locked up with Behemoth somewhere, but I'm afraid he would try to eat you!" He sighed, "If brother approved I would try to convince him to let you stay in his office… But then your brother could probably easily find you if he truly wanted to… And brother also has a policy." So long as Mephisto doesn't see anything, he won't stop Amaimon, which was good enough for him… but still, made this difficult.

"Choices, choices…" Amaimon tugged on the metal leash again, this time hard enough to send Rin flying. Satan's child smashed head first into a tree. He felt the wood crack beneath the pressure of his own face and he was unwilling to admit he was sure that his nose had broken on impact. It made him almost thankful for the fact that shortly after hitting the ground, the dark began to embrace him. Clouding his eyes as sleep hit him like a train.

Amaimon examined the limp body curiously for a moment before nudging it with his foot, before he dropped down to his knees and began to poke it. He got no response. "And brother thinks you're strong." Amaimon scoffed and shook his head.

Will continue. Possibly.