RANDOMFREAKZAOID: Yeah, that's like, one of the reasons I'm not sure how well fluff would go down. Because… Amaimon is AMAIMON. Not to say that there won't be any fluff, but it's not going to be like, the kind of fluff where everything's happy forever, and they're all passionate and have slow, loving sex surrounded by candles and flower petals. But your review made me laugh, because it was so true. XDD; So thank you, dear.

Sorry for taking so long! Kinda lost inspiration... Still kind of did... but meh. D: I will try.

Not much to say. Hope you enjoy!

The flamboyant, demonic principle swiveled in his chair, back and forth until the motion grew dizzying and he planted his feet down on the floor to stop himself. "What am I supposed to do with these?" Yukio had come in and handed him rather odd looking pictures without saying a thing. But nothing was needed to be said about one of the pictures because unlike Yukio, he saw what was to be seen almost right away. That little demon in the lower left corner of the blurred photo. He knew him all too well. Behemoth. He stared at the photo before looking back up to Yukio, setting the pictures down on his desk. The young exorcist cleared his throat before his shoulders slumped,

"The students last night went out in search of Rin…" He wasn't too pleased with the fact and it showed in his tone, he continued regardless, "And they apparently came in counter with some demon…" He pursed his lips for a moment, turning his gaze down to the small pile of pictures in front of Mephisto, who was eying him carefully. "Kamiki Izumo had been taking pictures while running away, and I think it might be a good clue that the demons in those pictures might be at fault…" The exorcist seemed confident, Mephisto noted, as he picked up one of the pictures again, frowning a bit at what he saw. Amaimon was so careless. But he knew the time would come eventually that the others would catch on and find something.

"I don't know what to make of these pictures, however." Mephisto lied, looking up from behind the picture to Rin's brother, whose brows were knitted together. "Shura pointed it out to me. I didn't quite see it at first either, but in the middle of some of the pictures there looks to be some kind of person." Yukio reached forward, taking one of the pictures and turning it to Mephisto after quickly examining it for himself, "Right here, see?" He pointed, looking for any reaction on Mephisto's face. He grinned.

"Oh, I see… And you think that's the one who took your brother?" He asked, looking to the other male with a curious look.

"Well… I don't know for sure, but we have no clues other than that…" They needed anything they could follow at this point, and right now this was the best they got! Speaking of clues however, he had yet to speak to Shiemi. "One of the students had see him, apparently. Close up." Yukio added on. "Ah, I forgot to talk to her, but I'm sure she'll have more information. You might know more about demons than myself, I'm sure. So wouldn't you be able to identify one by certain features if I was able to collect some for you?" From the way the other man sounded and looked, he was desperate for any sort of way to find his brother. It was touching, almost… Yet at the same time, Mephisto knew where Rin was- and while his kid-brother was a bit of horribly sadistic side, he doubted he would go so far as to kill him. That's all that mattered.

Mephisto sighed, then nodded his head. "Of course I'll help, Rin is very important to me, you know that." He gave a warm smile and sat back in his chair. "When you get more details come to me whenever you wish, I'll try and help to the best of my ability." The demon held such a kind smile, enough so that a wave of relief washed over Yukio and he was able to relax, setting the photo back down on his desk. "Leave the photos with me, they might come in handy." Mephisto suggested, the exorcist just nodding before he turned for the door. He watched him go, waiting until the door closed behind him before he got out his cell phone and turned in his chair to face the windows behind him. Why did he always have to the adult?

It hurt. Everything hurt. He had been on the floor since the night before, too tired to move, to sore to move. At some point, he must have passed out, because he found himself feeling uncomfortably groggy now as his eyes fluttered open, face with the unwelcome light the shined right down on his face in through the cracks of the barred and horribly blacked out windows. He wasn't sure of the time, but it was clearly some point during the day. He stared at the stream of light for a long time, until his vision got fuzzy and he closed his eyes again, letting out a pained breath. He wasn't sure what to do with himself anymore. He found himself curling up further until his body hurt too much to do so. He hugged his knees to his chest. He felt dirty. All around just disgusted with himself. The son of Satan… Apparently that didn't make him so tough after all, did it? It was just a title, he supposed. A title with no meaning. A good month and a half ago he thought he was amazing. That he was strong, and that things weren't bad. Regardless of the death of his father, a man who meant everything to him, he was confident in avenging his death, that he would make out to be the best exorcist ever, regardless of the truth of his birth. He would succeed! But… Now… This is where he was. His brother hated him. His friends, if they didn't hate him now, would hate him if they knew the truth. His father never truly liked him. Shura was just trying to control the son of Satan, and now that he was out of her hands? She was probably relieved she had less work to deal with. They probably thought he was dead. They were probably happy. Rin wrapped the sheets around him tight, and hid his head beneath the fabric. Before he knew it, unconsciousness was creeping up on him again, and he was allowed the escape of sleep for a second time.

Amaimon swung his feet back and forth, holding his phone to his ear. His brother called to lecture him, it seemed. But he didn't hear much of anything he was saying, he was too busy staring at the birds in the tree across from him. There was a nest, a big bird, and two smaller birds. They were making a lot of noise, and right beneath him, Behemoth, chained to the tree, was circling it and circling it until he was all tangled up and ended up choking himself. Amaimon sighed.

"Are you listening to me?" Mephisto groaned, and Amaimon pulled himself out of his daze and breathed.

"Mhm. Rin. Exorcists. Pictures. Behemoth." That's all he really heard, but he could piece it together if he tried. Mephisto, however, didn't seem pleased, and sighed.

"I can't protect you, you know that… If you get caught, and there's too many witnesses, you know I'm going to have to take the side of my students and staff." It was an obvious fact, Amaimon never expected help from his brother. No offense to him, but he didn't think he needed it either. Amaimon was the Earth King! Feared amongst most exorcists.

"If they piece it together and come to me for answers, you know I'm going to have to tell them, yes?" Mephisto added, and Amaimon pursed his lips together, shrugging to himself.

"I know. I don't think that'll be a problem though. Even if they knew who I am, that doesn't mean they know where I am." That was very true. A name and a face meant nothing. They still didn't have a clue as to where he was. Mephisto was silent for a moment, and a sigh could be heard on the other end.

"So long as he's alive and in one piece." And with that the phone clicked and Amaimon was left with no one on the other line. The Earth King shut his phone and stuffed it into his pants pocket, jumping from the roof of the building. He had to help Behemoth get untangled.

He hadn't visited Rin all day, even as it was getting late again, he decided to give him some alone time. Every time he passed his door he would hear the occasional sob. He was crying, he assumed. What about? Amaimon didn't quite understand… Not completely. He hurt him all the time, rough-housing was what Mephisto categorized Amaimon's playful attitude. Playful to a demon may seem deadly to a human- but that was the thing. Rin wasn't a human. Amaimon found himself sitting in the hall, staring at the wooden door, cracked from old age in a few places, the only thing that separated him, from the room that held Rin. There was no more crying at the moment, but he heard breathing. Loud breathing. Snores? Amaimon lowered his head a bit, raising his thumb-nail to his lips and nibbling at the black-polish until some of it chipped off into his mouth, leaving him with a nasty taste until he spit it out.

Rin was a demon. He was Satan's son. And in a way he was his brother. But when it came to emotions and things of the sort he was human.

The Earth King pursed his lips and rocked back and forth. He didn't understand anything! He let out a low hum of disapproval, slowly beginning to inch his way across the floor and towards the door, reaching up to jiggle the knob, slowly, quietly…

He let himself in the room and found Rin still on the floor. Why hadn't he gotten up? He was naked, from what he could tell, still dressed in that somewhat dirtied sheet, curled into it tightly, clinging to it for support. Amaimon raised a brow and scooted himself closer. He was breathing heavily, and the closer he got he noticed the slight hiccups in said breathing. So he was still sobbing? Amaimon's head lowered and his brows furrowed together, looking more like an upset puppy by the moment. He did wrong, didn't he? Crying was bad, right? And… Rin was doing it in his sleep which meant…. Bad… right? Amaimon sighed. "Brother, this world is confusing…" He muttered beneath his breath, and within moments the demonic child before him sprung to life, fear in his eyes as he jumped up, pain flashing over his face as he crawled backwards until he hit the side of the bed. More pain flashed across his face, but Amaimon didn't move to follow or stop him, just stared. Wide eyes looking into scared eyes.

"Go… Go AWAY!" Rin shrieked, his voice cracking and breaking off into painful sounding coughs as he covered his mouth with a hand, quickly bringing his knees to his chest. Amaimon pouted a bit and narrowed his eyes.

"You should lay on the bed, you're gonna get sick staying on the floor like that…" Mephisto told him that once. Apparently some people could get sick because of the cold- Amaimon didn't understand, but perhaps Rin's body worked that way? "Go away!" Rin coughed loudly, and Amaimon stood up, shaking his head. Oh, how was brother capable of being a principle to a school full of children like Rin? Annoying, obnoxious, loud and just a cry-baby. Suddenly he felt a little bad for him, but he never seemed frown about it. The man was always happy. How he did it, Amaimon would never understand. Times like these he missed Gahenna. He stared at Rin, who looked like a frightened child the longer he looked at him. The feeling in his stomach must be guilt or something, because he knew he did this to him.

He grimaced a bit and held out his hand, "Get up." He said, eyes narrowing, "Do as I say." And to his surprise, Rin did just that. He wasn't sure he should be completely happy about that, as Rin sobbed loudly, while pulling himself to his feet, using Amaimon's hand for support before letting himself fall back on to the bed, immediately pulling away from the Earth King and crawling over to far side of the bed, where he curled up with the sheet again.

Amaimon remembered the night not too long ago, he had a conversation with Rin. It wasn't fun and the only thing he got out of it was learning what insomnia was… But Rin seemed happy that's all that had happened… Amaimon pouted a bit at himself, looking to the door, then back to the bed. Oh, this world sucked!

"Do you have insomnia again?" Amaimon asked, sounding a little curious as he crawled on to the bed, keeping a good distance from the shaking demon, who had turned his back to him. Rin shook his head and curled up further. Amaimon lowered his head again.

"Why do you like the people in your school?" It was random curiosity, but it had been silent for a bit too long as Amaimon was growing anxious, and that was never good for Rin, really. The blue-flamed demon curled up further into himself and shrugged his shoulders."I-…I guess I don't anymore." He hiccupped, and Amaimon stared at him. Had it been because of what he had said? "I just liked knowing someone was there though…" He breathed, seeming to have calmed down a little bit as time stretched on.

"Technically I'm here.""Physically…" Rin mumbled. Amaimon didn't understand it, he glared at the back of Rin's head, confusion showing on his face.

"What other kind of… being… there is there?" Amaimon grimaced. He watched as Rin shrugged his shoulders, sighing. "… I'unno… I can't explain it… And you wouldn't understand even if I could… You're a monster." Amaimon blinked at the truth of the matter, then lowered his head a bit as he crawled a bit closer to the other, sitting himself beside his legs. "So is Satan, and your mom didn't seem to mind…" That was a low blow and he knew it. Rin stared at the wall next to him, eyes slowly narrowing into a glare. "He probably did the same thing you did, probably forced her, raped her…" He shuddered, "I was probably a bastard child she was too nice to give up." He said. Amaimon pursed his lips, and shrugged.

"Maybe, but you're still here, aren't you?" Realization hit Rin and he turned to stare at Amaimon, then to the window he could have crawled out of at any moment. He was right. Rin was weak. He needed people, even if they were a demon, a heartless monster… He needed someone. To know someone was there. Even if they were disgusting. Like Amaimon. Now that he knew all his life had been nothing but a lie, his brothers love along with his father's all just false belief… And his friends who would turn their backs on him the moment they knew the truth… He couldn't spend his life alone… Then he would become a monster no better than Amaimon.

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