-Cancer-

Rin coughed, fuck it.

Reaching out he pulled himself up against the cold unyielding brick wall. He couldn't continue like this. He was going to die if he did. He didn't know how the other homeless freaks like him managed. Unless they too just gave up one day and died. A balled up newspaper rolled, stained and slightly damp; brought by the breeze echoing through the back streets and alleys of the city. Picking it up with shaking hands Rin unfolded it carefully, squinting to read the smudged letters.

'Last week the raging inferno which devastated City Hall and the surrounding government HQs has left few survivors and all legal documents both confidential and public that were safe housed within have been destroyed. The police have been investigating and cannot find any links to the cause; there have been suspicions that it was intentional arson but there have been no witnesses and camera footage from the day reveals nothing out of the ordinary. Several government officials have been killed in the fire, their names have not been disclosed for confidential reasons. There…'

Rin dropped the newspaper. Lately many important people were dying, in brutal and disturbing ways. Rin was certain whoever the killer was, killed Shura too. Coughing harshly again he felt a wiry sinewy and bony frame rub up against his leg. Looking down he saw the little black cat which had befriended him not so long ago. Picking the cat up, he stroked its thin matted fur. The cat opened its hungry mouth wide, showing white teeth and a little pink tongue.

"I'm sorry Blackie; I don't have any food today."

Blackie mewled again; it was a pathetic sound, like a wail, like it was crying. Rin sighed and attempted to placate the crying animal by scratching its chin gently. Blackie's wails diminished to whimpering purrs before curling up and falling asleep in exhaustion. Sitting on his haunches Rin watched the shadows on the wall opposite him travel as the sun did. He didn't know what the time was and he couldn't be bothered to leave his alley to check. Sitting down properly Rin rested his head against the brick wall and closed his eyes.

"One day Blackie… We'll rule the world."

Blackie stirred and purred loudly.

"Haha, yeah I know… And everyone will know who we are, because we'll be famous."

Blackie looked up at Rin, his green eyes wide. The raven petted the cat with a tiny smile.

"And you can eat all the fish you want."

Curling up, drawing his knees to his chest, the black cat nestled in his shirt for warmth Rin watched the dying rays of the sun filter out completely. A fox screamed at another as they fought for scraps from a rubbish bin. Rin hugged Blackie to himself. He coughed again.

Fuck.

Shiemi wiped her hands on her apron, her garden was her pride and joy, in fact when her Grandmother had passed on, she had left the garden to the little blonde girl. Shiemi adjusted the porcelain garden gnome by the fish pond, it had been crooked for a few days and she had forgotten to fix it.

Resting her hands on her knees she looked over at the rose bush. It was dying. Frowning slightly she got up and walked over to inspect the dying bush. It was sad because the roses were the most beautiful flower in the garden. They would grow to huge sizes when in full bloom. They were a soft pastel pink with a spiralling gradient of passionate red in the centre. Shiemi loved these roses because they reminded her of the soul, each one was totally different, unique and beautiful. When they used to go to church, Granny and her they would bring the roses to the graveyard to pray for those who had passed on.

But one day that church burnt down and with it the Priest Shiro.

The two boys, Shiemi knew Shiro had two boys, but she had never seen them, only that the kind priest had mentioned them to her when she had gone to him for advice. Touching the brittle leaves she made a decision to replant and spread fertiliser in the area tomorrow. She hoped the roses would grow again. Upon that specific thought her mind wandered to the poor beggar boy who sold himself on the streets.

That was Rin. There was no doubt about that, the unfortunate boy had as Shiro would say: 'lost himself' and Shiemi wanted to help him, she really did. Just like she wanted, no she was determined to help these roses grow again; she wanted to help Rin grow back too.

Somehow Shiemi knew that Rin was one of Shiro's boys. He had this deep sense of ethics and morality that had been strong in Shiro, their philosophies of life were very similar. Shiemi felt her heart go out to the handsome unfortunate teen. She couldn't even begin to imagine his suffering, but she could liken to it as she had lost her beloved Grandmother in an accident too. She decided that if Rin ever needed her, she would help him.

She wanted to help him grow back strong and healthy because deserved it.

It was so unfair.

Gathering her watering can and her hand trowel she daintily picked her way through the primroses and the daffodils, pondering on whether she should visit the grape vines or the vegetable patch next. She looked up at the sky and sang a hymn of praise for the garden God had blessed her and her Granny with. Then she finished with a prayer.

She prayed that Rin would be safe.

However she did not pray for herself, for her own safety.

...

Rin coughed, harsh, barking and filled with sickness as he stared down the punk who had invaded his patch. This was HIS alleyway damnit. This asshole had no rights coming down here to graffiti the walls with shit, he had no rights smoking down here and he definitely did not have the right to stare back insolently, chewing his gum. Kuro bristled next to him, his thin little voice raised to a whining but nonetheless fierce growl.

"Get the fuck out."

"Eh? Why should I? It's not like you own this anyway; I can do what I like down here."

This punk was a fuckwit. White blonde hair obviously bleached; several piercings, designer clothing and coloured contact lenses. Rin cracked his knuckles, he was definitely going to bend this rich, spoilt motherfucker over his knee and spank him so hard he would be puking his guts up. He needed a good distraction and here it was, trusted up and bound like a holiday roast. Rin smirked and liked his lips. Excellent, he was stressed, sickly and pissed off; he needed to lose some steam. Kuro seemed to sense the fight and fluffing his scrawny tail scrabbled up to Rin's shoulder to perch, hissing at the intruder.

"You seem to be misunderstanding me. This alley DOES belong to me."

"What you live down here or something?"

Rin snorted and with a few quick steps allowed his fist to smash into the intruders' face. The white blonde went sprawling. Rin stood over him with a sneer.

"Yeah I fucking live down here."

They fought.

Swift kick, upper cut, gut punch and a low sweeping kick- repeat this cycle over and over. Rin dodged them all aside the feint which flew out of nowhere. Ears and head ringing Rin shook himself, crouching slightly and with a harsh hacking cough he caught up with the other teen, following his movements. It was morbidly amusing to Rin that this was the only thing he was good at. Hurting others or something like that. Grabbing the white blonde by the wrists he twisted him to the ground. Rin loved the expression on his face; he gloried in the fact that even in his weakened unhealthy state he was still stronger. He knew that this motherfucker though he could beat this scrawny alley kid. No.

Rin had always known he was strong. Stronger than most kids- this had shone through when he had slammed a door in a temper and it had broken off its hinges. It sounded unreal but to Rin he just assumed the door was old. Everything in that church had been old and rusty or rotting and about to fall apart anyway. Rin gripped his adversary tightly before throwing him bodily against the wall to land a few well timed blows to the diaphragm, rendering the white blonde wheezing and gasping for breath. The bluenette gave a humourless smirk, time out. He'd let him have a breather. It didn't occur to Rin, sparking in the back of his unconscious that what he was doing was the result of all the traumas Yukio had put him through. The foe had recovered and Rin so caught up in his own thoughts wasn't ready for the knife that zipped out at him.

For a pen knife it was rather large, three inches of thick sharp steel. Rin however didn't flinch as it cut through the flesh of his shoulder.

That was nothing.

Nothing compared to the shit he had been through at the labs. Dodging the weapon Rin caught the blonde round the neck and forced him to the ground. Fear, Rin could smell it, he could taste it. Rin revelled in the power he held. It was a dark animalistic and possessed kind of power. A thirst to dominate his opponent was strong and Rin loved it. He didn't know if this was something Yukio had oh so 'carefully conditioned' into him. But he didn't care. Up till now in his life Rin had always been the underdog, always always pushed down and made to submit.

Not today.

All his frustrations and anger and hatred for the world and his place in it, towards Yukio and himself were pouring out of him. However in the deep recesses of his moral brain works, Rin watched himself pummel and land every sickening punch to the white blonde teenager under him. It horrified him to a certain amount that he had just lost it. Lost all the self control he had ever owned. Rin knew that he as a person would never intend to hurt another unless for a good reason. Of all the opponents he had had in his life deserved it, as did this one. Yet...

Something was different this time and the red haze that blurred his vision was scary. Rin stopped. The teen was unconscious and his face was black and blue. Blood trickled from his nose and from his lips where the bluenette had burst it. Rin gingerly reached into the other male's jaw and plucked out a loose tooth, lest when he came to later that he choke on it. Rin was positive he had nearly beaten this boy to death. Backing away Rin turned to see Blackie pressed up against the wall of the alley, his fur on end. Even an animal, a cat like Blackie could see and sense how dangerous he had just been. Wiping some of the blood that had splattered onto his own face and applying pressure to his wounded shoulder, Rin crouched down to face the cat. With a mewl Blackie ran and jumped into his arms, snuggling, with whinging yelps into his chest.

Petting the distressed feline who lapped hungrily at his bleeding shoulder; Rin looked down at the unmoving body of his victim. His chest rose slightly and fell. Happier with the fact that he would be okay later Rin turned on his heel and left his alley, he couldn't come back here now; not after that.

The blood on his hands sickened him to the core.

But he couldn't stop it.

He had an addiction.

Rin shivered in the rain, he hated it when it poured and poured and just wouldn't stop. It felt like he was drowning under the weight of everyone. He didn't want to be burdened with the task of having to care anymore.

For the first time since Shiro's death Rin wondered about Yukio and where he was and what he was doing. Unsurprisingly he was rewarded with the sensation of chills rippling up and down his spine at the mere thought.

He couldn't even bear or even dare to think for one moment what Yukio would be doing. It was probably better if he didn't know anyway. The rain fell harder and lightning, in a forked terror lanced, screaming white hot and blinding through the thicket of dark clouds in the sky. Thunder echoed and roared menacingly round, seeping into even the tiniest of hidey holes. Black just as bedraggled and sodden through, shivered against his masters' skin. Rin pulled his sopping and dripping hood up further and began to sing quietly in a husky whisper:

I know a place that we can go to
A place where no one knows you
They won't know who we are
I know a place that we can run to
And do those things we want to
They won't know who we are

Let me take you there
I wanna take you there…

Rin faked a loud moan as the man inside of him grunted and came. Shifting so he could pull out Rin flopped onto his side with a huff. He could hear the disgusting snap of the condom as it was rolled off and thrown into the bin. This motel was so fucking sleazy. Rin hated the heavily scented air, it was sweet and heavy. It made him want to vomit.

Lazily reaching down Rin wrapped a hand round his half hard cock and jerked himself off to a completely unsatisfied orgasm. A small trickle of cum leaked out but it lacked the pleasure. For Rin masturbation and sex was just a way to forget himself and the hell that he had gone through and was living now. There was no pleasure involved, only the actions allowed him to focus elsewhere.

The sex never felt good. Possibly because Rin knew himself that there was no passion or love involved in it. He was sickened by the thought that he hadn't had anyone as good as Yukio, no one could beat his ruthless and dangerously hot passion. But with Yukio there had been no love. Only the passion and the intent to control and dominate was present in the times they had sex or to put it correctly, when Yukio raped him. He cringed as the man began whispering sweet nothings into his ear. This part always disgusted him. Rin didn't want his fawning. And yet again, this was a married man, a married working man with kids who was hiring a male prostitute for his release.

It made Rin want to cry and laugh and shout in their faces, these men, what did they experience that was so fucking bad? What was it in their life that was so shitty they had to booze the night away and then fuck a boy? It made Rin want to kill them. Their woes were nothing compared to his, they just assumed he was some slut, well that was the truth in Rin's opinion but what did they know? The blue eyes teen knew that his clients, many of whom were regulars wanted to ask him about the savage and cruel ripping and puffy scar that extended from his ass to mid inner thigh. He knew they were curious.

Thank god they were all too polite to ask. Rin had had one man who had asked about them. In response, bright red and offended Rin had smacked the man and told him never to come again.

He never did.

Rin never felt any satisfaction or loss from that particular customer. Now Rin didn't think he would react like that anymore, he'd tell them the truth. It was back then he had responded so negatively was because he was still healing. He still hadn't recovered from the mental and psychological traumas that had been bestowed upon him let alone the physical ones. Blackie meowed at him from across the room, Rin smiled at the cat.

The man stopped his ridiculous mockery of seduction and wooing immediately as he remembered the cat. Rin loved it that Blackie was always here with him, the little cat saved him time and time again from unnecessary interaction and touching- forcing Rin's clients to drop the act and just leave. It was also quite fun seeing how right after sex, his clients would realise that this feline had been in the room the whole time; thus effectively killing their good mood.

In a sense being with these men put Rin in a bad mood, but after receiving the money and having Blackie make his presence known, it made Rin want to laugh until he couldn't laugh anymore.

He passed by Shiemi and her beautiful garden a few times. He would often hear her talking to the plants and telling them how beautiful they'll be when they grow up. She was adorable and Rin loved to listen to her teach the little children that also passed by all the different species of plant and flowers present in her granny's garden.

One time he heard her telling someone about him. That person was definitely male. However the wall was too high for Rin to actually see over and could only just hear the high lilt of the blonde girl's voice and the low murmurs of the visitor. To Rin that man's voice was familiar, but he didn't know who it was exactly. Only that it made the hairs on the nape of his neck stand and icy chills slide down to pool in his gut.

But Shimei was telling him how kind and helpful he, Rin was. It made Rin feel a bit happier inside that someone out there genuinely believed in him despite hurting her feelings and without an apology before. Blackie rubbed up against his legs, purring- Rin knew the little cat loved the smell of fresh flowers and how he longed to jump over the wall to go explore the garden and its exciting smells and scents. Reaching down Rin scratched the black cat behind an ear.

Soon though it got dark and with a wet cough Rin spat away the phlegm in disgust, into the gutter. Yesterday his client had been good as to given him enough money so he could go to a local pharmacy and buy medication. However Rin wondered if he had had this sickness for so long it was now permanently part of him. But he felt better than he had in ages today. Rin didn't really know why.

Perhaps it was because he had finally had had a shower- in the cheap motel room that had been rented with a client just yesterday, it had been the first in several weeks and he had bought a new set of clothes. Rin enjoyed the fact he could finally venture out onto the streets without looking and smelling like a homeless bum, that he looked relatively normal, undernourished but still a normal looking teen. It was a luxury of interacting with people, just watching them go by that he indulged in probably every month or two. Sighing he turned away, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his new navy blue hoodie zip up. Blackie was feeling smart too, Rin had cleaned him off and given the black cat a bath.

Together they both walked off and away from Shiemi's garden.

Rin sighed. He didn't know what he was doing in his life…

He needed help, and Shiemi was the only person who could.

Rin walked round the wall, to the other side, trying to find the intricate golden gates which led into Shiemi's vast utopia of a garden, he knew that her family sold flowers, from boutiques round the city- they were very well known for their charity and gentle care and excelled and were experts in their trade. Humming Rin hoped that she could help him, he knew she did and Rin wanted to see her; he didn't want to cause her trouble, he just wanted her to know that he was still okay. Blackie was leaping in bounds and hops as he chased a butterfly, excited that master Rin was finally taking them to 'inside-the-tall-wall-to-the-happy-smells' place. Rin laughed as the little cat tumbled over his own paws in his haste. The air was fresh and a breeze drifted through, it was late afternoon; the sky was a gorgeous hue of violet and azure. Rin had made sure that he was completely presentable this time, and not drenched in semen like their previous meeting.

Pressing on the bell at the gates Rin waited, he felt overdressed and awkward; despite the fact what he was wearing was entirely casual. He didn't feel this was right... Turning up at her doorstep to ask for help. It wasn't him. But a part of him told him to shut up, suck up his pride and just for once, stoop to his knees, just this once and ask for some help. They waited several minutes and there was no answer, Rin rang the bell twice more, Blackie sat on his scuffed trainers, his tail curled neatly round his paws. Still no answer.

Blackie meowed and pawed at the gates agitated. Rin looked down at the cat.

"I know Blackie. I know."

Finally after ten minutes Rin had had enough, the shadows from the wall in which the grapevines creeped up were lengthening and the cool breeze had turned frosty and eerie. A whistling noise and nothing else whispered through the leaves of the flora. Blackie meowed again, his fur fluffed up in distress. Rin couldn't take it anymore, the suspense, and the horrible knot in his stomach that threatened to overwhelm his being. Backing up the blue eyed teen did a run up and with his shoulder, bodily slammed into the gates. They creaked but held. Rin backed up again, his heart hammering in his chest as he repeated the action. The gates dented. It didn't feel right, it was too quiet, no birds were singing.

Not even the bees were buzzing.

Frustrated and worried Rin twisted and kicked the handle of the gates viciously, with a groan they unfastened; the blow had devastated the locks, causing the golden bars closing off his destination to open. Blackie was inside the garden in a flash, Rin hot on his heels. It was a fucking maze inside, an intricate and gothic with a gentle beauty unmatched by any garden Rin had seen in his life. Blackie was ahead and Rin sprinted after his cat, following him round the pumpkin patch they skidded past rows of hedges that bore large sweetly scented flowers, through the forest of apple trees, till they reached the very dead centre of the garden. Sweating anxiously, panting Rin looked at his surroundings.

It was the centre of the garden, or where Rin could see from round the hedge he was next to was a beautiful ring of delicate flowers, flowers that wove round each other, all sizes, shapes and colours. In pearlescent, vivid and pure colours they melted and painted a euphoric image of a personified heaven. Blackie was hissing. Rin didn't know why. He turned the corner.

Blackie let out a high pitched wail of anguish.

Now Rin knew.

Tall, black coat and clever smirking lips, blazing passionate emerald green eyes rimmed by steel black glasses.

Yukio.

Okumura Yukio was standing in the centre of the garden, his hands casually shoved in his coat pockets. His lips twitched upwards further at the corners as he watched his older twin brother step out from behind the hedge. Rin felt the gruesome ball of anxiety in his abdomen blossom into a sprawling matrix of weeds. Weeds that sucked out his life force, making him weak kneed and triggering a mild panic attack; hyperventilating in shock the bluenette fell to his knees, panting.

"Welcome to the Garden of Amahara, brother."

"What are you doing here?"

Rin whispered, he refused to show weakness to Yukio, not now, not today, not EVER. Rin thought he was rid of his twin, but just as he had thought it, it was gone and Rin berated himself for being so childish and naive and stupid. Yukio had escaped the asylum. Rin had only one thought speeding through his mind, his brain, his consciousness, his veins and his very soul.

Yukio was here.

Yukio is here now.

YUKIO IS HERE!

Rin clapped a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from screaming. Standing shakily he faced his brother, he knew Yukio could see he was afraid, that he was trembling like a leaf in the wind. Yukio smiled, it was so fucking charming. Rin alarmed took a step back.

He did notjust think about wanting to kiss those cruel honeyed-poisoned lips. Yukio inspected his perfectly trimmed nails in a bored fashion, his mind however Rin knew was elsewhere.

"I'm here because you're here, brother."

"Bullshit! That's bullshit and you know it is!"

Rin knew he was babbling, that what he was saying didn't make sense, but somehow desperately so, Rin wanted to just once, try to hurt Yukio, he couldn't do it physically, never. But perhaps he could verbally. But Rin knew Yukio was far too clever to even be undermined by something so petty and childish as insults and vulgar words. The brunette adjusted his glasses and Rin noticed that his smile had become nauseating. Blackie wound himself round Rin's leg, meowing and meowing. Rin ignored him though.

Then it hit Rin like a ton of bricks.

No way.

"W-where... Where is she?"

Yukio tilted his head to one side; his expression was picture perfect, poster effective in its innocence.

"The girl?"

Rin snarled.

"Not 'the girl', its:Shiemi… Where is she?"

Yukio waved a hand dismissively, in an airy manner as if it was unimportant. His answer was just as flippant. His green eyes sparkled with sick amusement.

"She's... Around."

Rin screamed in frustration, he didn't have time for Yukio's stupid mind games. Yukio laughed and stepped aside. Rin stopped screaming mute in his horror.

Déjà vu.

Shura.

Kirigakure Shura.

...

The silence was broken by Blackie who screeched and streaked off into the bushes nearby where Rin knew the black feline was hiding. Rin took a few shaky steps forward unable to believe what he was seeing. He blinked a few times to clear his head, just to make sure what his eyes were telling him was real. He didn't want it to be real.

It was.

There dead in the centre of the circle of flowers where Yukio stood prior to his position now was Shiemi.

Her head to be exact.

She had been buried alive, all but her head poked out of the soil, her green eyes were open and her expression was one of surprise. Her mouth was slightly open; a beetle however crawled out of it, nauseated Rin wide eyed looked from her corpse back to his twin younger brother. Yukio crouched down and gently stroked the pale blonde hair, humming tunelessly, gently, his actions were almost tender.

"I dressed her up for you. She was telling me a few days ago how much she loved you. She wanted to make her garden pretty for you for the day when you came to visit her. She said she was planting some new flowers in the centre of her garden for you."

Rin said nothing, because even if he cursed and screamed and yelled and threw the worst possible insults he could imagine; it wouldn't change the fact that Shiemi was dead. Yukio had killed her. Chuckling Yukio stood up again, brushing his hands off on his coat.

"She looked a fright before, soil in her eyes, in her mouth; she put up a beautiful struggle. Screaming and kicking when she realised my true intentions. Shame really, she fell for my charm, she loved me, but no matter. After about the fourth hour her screams from under the earth died down and she was quiet. It was only four hours later that I heard her begging me to let her breathe- saying she'd do anything for me if I let her live- I told her to leave you alone, she said she couldn't. So, she suffocated- it was a quiet and kind death I think. Naturally she's a perfect little china doll now. Isn't she beautiful? Isn't her new flower beautiful?"

Yukio smiled impishly. Rin stood by, breathing heavily. He didn't know what to think. He was angry, he was so fucking angry and hurt and upset and… Rin didn't know how to feel about this… How… How could someone do something so terrible to such an innocent child! Yukio made a 'tut tut' sound and shook a finger at his older brother.

"Why do you look so appalled Rin? This is her gift to you! You should be happy! She's the new flower she wanted to give you."

People shouldn't talk about heads poking out of the ground as if they were plants. The idea grossed Rin out and he took a few steps away from the head of Shiemi and looked into Yukio's blazing emerald gaze. Yukio cocked an eyebrow and Rin felt his lip curling in a wounded snarl. He wanted to cry but he doubted he could. Not in front of an audience. Not in front of Yukio. But the possessive streak that bled through Yukio's psychotic moods scared Rin.

Rin knew that feeling like that, anxious and living in fear constantly was going to kill him young. Swallowing the pain Rin faced his brother, his fists balled at his sides.

"I hate you."

Yukio's expression was neutral and cold now. Rin shook and backed up as Yukio advanced on him slowly, like a cat stalking a bird. Like a tiger cornering its prey. Like a lone wolf ready to snap him up in one bite, or maul him to the brink of death till he was begging for release. Rin felt his pulse rise as his back hit the very convenient brick wall of the garden. Yukio stopped a few feet away from him, his expression was still blank and empty and cold as slate. Rin pressed himself against the rough bricks, hoping the melt through them. He could see Blackie's large lamp like green eyes peering out from under the hedge he hid in. Somehow, somehow terribly, disturbingly in a ghastly morbid manner Rin found himself getting strongly aroused in the current situation he was in. He could feel his loins ignite on fire and his arousal stirred, biting his lower lip, Rin muffled a moan that threatened to pass. Gritting his teeth he looked away ashamed, tears burning under his eyelids.

He was such a sick fuck.

He was such a sick fuck for getting so turned on that he had this raw animalistic desire right now for Yukio to press him against the wall and fuck him so hard he bled. Rin wanted Yukio to kill him.

"Brother."

That red haze was back.

That addiction, the red haze of addiction to just cause pain was back. The one Shiro told would take everything away from him if he couldn't control it. Rin lunged at the glasses wearing brunette, with every intention to strangle, rip, tear, smash anything he could get his hands on. Yukio was fast though. It was as if he knew what his older brother was going to do. With a cruel laugh the brunette side stepped and tripped the angered teen up, watching him down his nose in a commandeering manner as Rin regained his balance. Rin tried again.

But each attempt was foiled. Yukio was just too good. Rin didn't understand it.

Then Rin froze as Yukio's knee wedged itself in between his thighs, grinding up against his arousal. Rin moaned. Horrified Rin scrambled, struggling to get away, tears beading in the corners of his eyes. Yukio was having none of this and pinned his brother up against the brick wall in a single fluid motion. Rin ceased his struggles to wait, in morbid anticipation; his mouth and throat dry Rin panted weakly in his twins' strong grip. His thoughts drifted off to how he hadn't had a good fuck since he started whoring himself out on the streets. Rin felt like he wanted to get burnt once more. Selfishly he wanted to taste that passion and fire Yukio had sent raging throughout his body.

The bright burning blue flames that engulfed his entire being transforming him into a demon that lusted for nothing but the love Yukio had to give.

Rin let out a breathy whine as Yukio tore at his shirt, ripping it off, when he tried to assist his hands were roughly pinned above his head. Rin tilted his head to one side; the brunette blazed an inferno across his throat and chest, leaving angry dark purple welts in his wake. Rin felt like he could just come in his trousers from the obscene sucking sounds.

Hurricane.

It was like being in a hurricane.

Rin was being tossed about in a blizzard of emotions and sensations. It was hot and cold and sensual and erotic, he felt guilty and angry and deep remorse and pain, pity and anguish. But he also felt the bright steel of passion and want and possession rippling throughout his being. He let out a loud cry as Yukio shoved him mercilessly into the wall, hips grinding up against his, their crotches causing an electrifying kind of friction, Rin allowed his head to fall back against the wall as he panted- the friction was so good. Yukio was strangely silent and Rin decided to give his brother a taste of his own medicine, leaning forwards Rin nipped a vicious hickey on the strong junction between Yukio's neck and shoulder. Growling in response Yukio stripped Rin completely. Rin blushed feeling incredibly exposed under the laser like scrutiny Yukio was giving him.

There was definitely a pause. Rin then realised what Yukio had seen.

The marks from his clients.

The ones that hadn't faded yet.

Yukio's anger was like a dormant volcano, bracing himself Rin let out a pain laced howl as the brunette raked his fingernails down the fading marks, creating fresh ones in replacement- blood welled from the ragged cuts. He was so hard he was going to die; Rin jerked his hips uselessly, desperately seeking for some friction of any kind. Yukio moved back up Rin's scarred body, fingers twisting his hardened and swollen nipples, Rin arched into the torturous foreplay, loving how dangerously painful it was- hating how he was enjoying it so much. He let out another throaty purr. Face to face Rin looked down to the side, unable to meet Yukio's passionate, possessive and intensely accusing stare. Yukio forced him to look at him. Rin closed his eyes, Yukio kissed him.

Biting Rin's lower lip savagely, Yukio was rewarded with a yelp and access to his twins' mouth; Rin tried to pull away but the wall held him fast; he did not dare try bite Yukio lest he endanger his life. Rin shivered, lust drenching his body, like gasoline to fire; fuelling the dangerous inferno that fed the blue flames that burned brightly round them in its haze of desire sadistic pleasure. Rin tried to breathe as Yukio's talented tongue played Rin's, rending him mute with the way the brunettes' stroked and fucked his mouth- clearly leaving nothing to the imagination of what was to come next. They broke apart and Rin was suffocating in Yukio's glare.

"You're mine. Mine brother. You will never let ANYONE else touch you again!"

Then Rin felt the sensation of being ripped apart again. Clawing at the wall till his fingernails cracked and bled, Rin screamed himself hoarse as Yukio's clever fingers thrust inside of him; hitting the spot he wanted stimulation from most; his screams dwindled to whimpers as Yukio knelt down and kissed the puffy scar tissue on the inner thigh and anus that he can created. The kisses were tender, loving, caring and Rin melted under the attention into a quivering mass. Caressing the scars Yukio smirked against Rin's cock. Rin thrashed in response. With the tip of a finger Yukio traced a line down Rin's twitching, leaking prick.

Rin begged.

"NO! Ah… no…Yukio please!"

He didn't know what he wanted.

Yet that was enough for the brunette psychopath, who with a husky laugh, hoisted his twin brother up and thrust home into the twitching leaking hole. Rin arched so severely Yukio almost thought the bluenette would break his own spine. Leaning down to press several hot open mouthed kisses to Rin's torso, Yukio fucked him hard, fast with a domineering rhythm, Rin jerked his hips, to meet Yukio's thrusts, loving how huge and thick Yukio was inside of him; each strike hitting his prostate dead on. He could feel his orgasm flooding him faster than Rin had ever thought was possible. With a shiver and a twist Rin came all over himself. But Yukio did not stop, turning the bluenette round Yukio resumed pounding into the smaller teen with hard, accurate thrusts from his hips. Rin spread his legs wider, reaching down with a free hand- one bracing himself against the wall, the other wrapping round his half hard prick, to roughly stroke it in time with Yukio's brutally delicious thrusts.

Rin came again, twice, his cock spasming, his insides tightening and with a broken cry of Yukio's name he spilled himself all over the wall, he heard Yukio grunt in response and Rin let out a sigh of content as he felt the hot seed spill inside him, with a sucking squelch Yukio withdrew and Rin could feel the sting in his rear, of his torn and abused anus. It felt good. He could smell the tang of blood mixed with the scent of fresh semen. Turning to look over his shoulder Rin breathed out to Yukio:

"Thanks."

Upon waking Rin realised two things. He was dressed. He was still in Shiemi's garden. Getting up he could see Yukio was talking on the phone a few feet away. Rin had assumed after their fucking he had passed out. Grimacing and completely disgusted with himself Rin turned away from the silhouette of Shiemi's head. It troubled him a great deal to know that he had defiled a pure place with his carnal desires, that he did this in Shiemi's garden.

That he had fucked right in front of her dead body.

Rin crouched down and grasped his head in agony. Gripping his hair in alarm and disbelief, Rin vomited. The bile taste was so familiar to him now Rin thought nothing of it when he finished. He felt pale and weak and his arse felt like it was on fire. He couldn't believe he had just done something like that. It was so terrible and the idea sickened him so much Rin nearly threw up again, containing it, he looked up as Yukio finished his call. It was dark and only the lamps in the garden and the streetlights glowed. There was no moon.

Rin scooted away on his behind as Yukio came over.

"Stay away from me you freak!"

Yukio looked mildly disappointed.

"I thought we could cuddle and count the stars."

Despite himself Rin laughed at this. Yukio tilted his head to one side. Rin sobered quickly though and scowled.

"In your fucking dreams you crazy shitrag!"

Yukio crossed his arms and still came closer. Rin panicked and sore looked for a quick escape. Yukio was now standing directly above him, Rin couldn't see the expression the brunette's face. His heart in his throat Rin unconsciously curled in on himself, as if to make himself smaller, insignificant and less noticeable.

Rin was ready, for what he didn't know. Only that the adrenalin was fuelling him, for fight or flight Rin knew that he would probably have to do both in order to escape Yukio.

However he was saved.

Blackie streaked out from his hedge and scratched Yukio across the hand twice and leapt into Rin's waiting arms. Hissing Yukio glared daggers at the black cat, Rin backed up swiftly, hugging Blackie to his chest for dear life. Yukio looked like he wanted to kill Blackie. Rin wouldn't let him though.

"If you dare hurt Blackie…"

"Then what?"

Though Yukio's voice betrayed no emotion as he cut sharply across him, Rin knew he was mocking him.

"I'll… I'll kill you!"

Rin breathed, hugging the shaking frightened form of Blackie to his breast. Laughter. Both twins looked around in surprise. Rin tightened his hold round his cat. Yukio seemed to lose his aggression and dropped his intimidating pose to nonchalantly toe at a rock on the ground. Rin shrank back as a man, he was tall with a top hat and cane and a dark pointy goatee stepped with a flourish round the rose bush maze.

"Whoo~ My, that was a wee bit of a challenge to get through. Now now, what's all this here? I don't think we'll have any more murders tonight hm? Boys?"

Rin startled didn't know what to make of this man; he couldn't tell if this was an act or if it was actually genuine. The man twirled his cane and smiled hugely stroking his pointy goatee with a gloved hand.

"You two are under arrest for trespassing private property and-"

The man had caught sight of Shiemi. Bending down he twirled his cane thoughtfully, inspecting her head. Yukio seemed to be smirking.

"My goodness!"

The man wasn't remotely amused now.

"I think… you two should accompany me to the yard."

It was about eleven at night when they arrived at the station, Rin had fallen asleep instantly after entering his cell.

Now it was 4 am and Rin sat in his cell twiddling his thumbs. Yukio had been taken away in a straightjacket without a fuss. They were in two different holding cells. Rin sighed. Here he was back to square one again. Blackie purred and placed a paw reassuringly on his leg. Rin smiled down at the cat. At least they let him keep Blackie. Rin couldn't bear to be separated from the cat and he knew Blackie felt the same way too.

He looked up as the man in the top hat and fancy suit strode in, his expression was quite serious despite his clownish attitude from before. Rin sat up a little straighter, feeling like he needed to use manners round this strange man. He was surprised when the man swept his top hat off and bowed in an extravagant manner.

"Mephisto Pheles. You may my dear boy call me Mr. Pheles or Sir. Pheles. You must be Rin correct?"

Rin nodded. Mephisto giggled. Rin waited until the violet haired man stopped. Giggles subsiding Mephisto pulled up a chair and sat down in it with a flourish. Rin waited some more. Mephisto then reached out and flicked his nose. Rin stared. Mephisto hooted with laughter.

"Can you shut up?"

Rin was getting pissed off now. Mephisto ceased, a hand covering his mouth politely as he tried to stop stray giggles and snorts. Finally the flamboyant male sat up and schooled his features into something quite serious.

"Do you know why you are here Okumura Rin?"

"No."

"I believe you do."

"I did not kill her!"

"I know you didn't."

"Then why am I here?"

"That's your decision."

Mephisto lent back in his chair and stroked his beard. Rin eyed him warily. Blackie leapt onto his masters' lap, to sit there sphinx like, his lamp like eyes watching the scene. Rin stared as well.

"Well, relax my dear boy. Relax! There's no need to fear anything now. I was an old friend of your father, Shiro, when I first met you; you were a wee titchy thing, who only came up to my knee. You were so full of boisterous life and you've grown so much now!"

Rin swallowed, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden… Mephisto… Mr. Pheles had known Shiro? Rin placed a shaking hand on Blackie's flank.

"He… he's dead now."

Mephisto nodded sagely, his expression sombre.

"Alas, I know. The poor man, the poor unfortunate man indeed... But he did confide in me that if anything were to EVER happen to him I was to find you and your brother and tell you the truth. Now I know he wanted me to tell you when you were a little bit older but I believe you have the right to know now."

Rin interested but still wary waited for more.

"You and your brother Yukio aren't human."

Rin stared.

"Ah wait. Let me rephrase that. Yukio is a clone of you."

Rin frowned- he knew that, twins usually were biological clones of one another. Mephisto held up a purple gloved finger, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Ah. Yukio is not a biological clone of you. He and you are part of Project XY. The project that was the sole purpose to create the first clone or twin of a human being that wasn't biological. Yukio just happened to be created from you."

Rin was confused.

"So… Yukio and I… aren't related?"

"Of course you are, let's just say he is your twin who wasn't born from the same egg cell as you. The egg cell that divides usually created two identical biological twins. When you were a foetus, through Amniocentesis we extracted cells from you. Using these we spliced the genes into another vector and fused it with another egg cell. Thus creating Yukio who was born from the same womb at exactly three hours and twenty minutes after you were born."

"How come he doesn't look the same as me?"

"Because we changed a few things."

Rin fiddled with his shirt. That would explain their differences in both appearance and… Mephisto continued his voice dark. A sinister smile had stretched across his face, Rin edged away from him.

"But other things, other genes were infused with Yukio during his time as a zygote. Many animals and their specific genes were spliced and joined with his DNA. One of them was the gene of the wolf instinct; this is how he can ruthlessly track a target down no matter what. We were delighted with the fact that this was successful; we know because he has ruthlessly tracked YOU. Anyway, we wanted to create a 'super human' the first of its kind."

Rin crossed his arms unimpressed and shocked to the core; somehow despite all Yukio had done to him, he felt a shred of pity for Yukio now. He felt a bit more sympathy towards his little brother.

"Well it went wrong."

Rin retorted. Mephisto nodded.

"You guys were stupid. You should've known not to merge genetics from dangerous predators into a human- you know we are at the top of the food chain, why enhance one? Didn't you think about the consequences? DIDN'T YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THE MORALS AND ETHICAL IMPLICATIONS BEHIND THIS! DIDN'T YOU EVER THINK FOR ONE SECOND THAT YUKIO COULD'VE HAD A LIFE! A NORMAL LIFE WITH OUT ALL OF THAT FUCKING IT UP! YOU MADE HIM A FUCKING PSYCHO!"

Rin knew he was shouting but suddenly out of nowhere the desire to protect his younger brother from long ago had resurfaced, standing up he stared Mephisto down, his blue eyes blazing with compassion for Yukio. Mephisto coughed.

"But you do realise you wouldn't even have a brother so to speak if we hadn't done this. Shiro of course had the same worries you have now, but we overcame that~"

Rin sat down ashamed at his outburst. He was so confused.

He hated and loved Yukio.

Burying his face in his hands Rin wept.

After a few hours Rin looked up as Mephisto entered his cell again, his expression was unreadable but Rin waited for the news. Mephisto spread his arms wide and smiled.

"I have decided that you need a family."

Rin froze. What? Mephisto nodded and spun on his heel twirling a key round his index finger, Rin followed the motion. Blackie yawned from his place on Rin's lap. Motioning Rin to follow him Mephisto strode out of the cell, humming a jaunty tune, his top hat Rin noticed had a purple feather sticking out of the spotted kerchief that was wrapped round it. Shrugging over this minor and unhelpful fact Rin got up, placing Blackie on his shoulder, followed the eccentric man out to the garages where a large pink limousine was parked in all its majestic sleekness. Rin gaped at the car and Mephisto winked at him.

"Well get in child! Let us not wait for the grass to grow! I have chosen a nice family in the city centre who are perfectly willing to look after you!"

As Rin go into the car, talking quietly to his cat Mephisto allowed a rare smile, a cruel greedy smile to cross his face.

Yes Okumura Rin you are a real prize aren't you? One day you shall be mine. But for now I must keep you safe, in a place where you can be cared for then I shall pick you up. So wait for me my princess~

Chuckling Mephisto got into the driver's seat and fastened the belt. He was such a brilliant actor, he giggled to himself. Rin was none the wiser.

"Well go on! Knock on the door!"

Mephisto urged the bluenette who seemed all of a sudden apprehensive and shy. Nodding Rin swallowed, wondering how this new family would be like. Burying his fear Rin gingerly knocked on the door. Footsteps and the door opened to reveal a teenager, round his own age with shocking pink hair. He smiled at Rin his grey eyes sparkling with happiness and surprise; he yawned and scratched his neck before peering at Rin in interest.

"Are you Okumura Rin?"

Rin nodded wary and unsure how to act round another male his own age, the pink haired male grinned and held out his hand to shake. Rin haltingly took it and after shaking quickly snatched his hand back as if burnt. He was scared, he thought he was going to have a panic attack.

"I'm Shima Renzou. You can call me Renzou! I hear you will be part of our family now right?"

Rin nodded again, his arms tightening by reflex round Blackie who was peering at Renzou in interest. Renzou seemed to notice Mephisto in his pink limo and waved cheerily. Tipping his hat to Renzou the flamboyant man drove off. Rin watched him go and found himself feeling quite positive. Renzou stepped aside for him to come in.

"Our parents aren't home often; they have to work at the shop all the time, so I get the house to myself, so it gets pretty lonely at times."

Rin looked about, it was a nice house, two floors and airy and spacious, Blackie wriggled and Rin put him down to allow the cat to explore their new home. Renzou watched the cat and then looked at Rin.

"I guess old headmaster picked you up?"

"Headmaster?"

"Sir. Pheles. He's the headmaster of the school I go to and the school you will soon go to once term starts again in August. True Cross Academy, it's really nice there and all the people are great! You'll be sharing my room!"

Grabbing Rin by the hand Renzou excitedly pulled the bluenette upstairs to a beautiful spacious room, two beds on either side of the room were made up and each had their own shelves and desks. Renzou's side was cluttered with stuff, Rin's was also filled with new clothes and clean sheets but it was neat and the books were slightly tatty. Overwhelmed Rin sat down on the floor, it… This was too much for him to handle in one go. First he was homeless, he became a experiment… he was a murderer, arrested for murdering Shiemi now he was adopted into a family he had never met before and their son, Renzou was just… So normal, so down to earth, so kind and… Rin sniffled.

Concerned Renzou knelt beside him, Rin was glad the pink haired teen didn't touch him.

"Hey… Don't cry it's okay! It's going to be okay now; nothing bad is going to happen to you anymore."

Rin hugged his knees, allowing the tears to flow out silently. Inside he was so happy, he felt free and safe for the first time in his life. He looked up into Renzou's worried features and gave a shaky smile. After clearing his throat a few times Rin croaked out:

"Thanks…"

Yukio sat up as Mephisto entered his cell. Sneering at the man Yukio picked at the scabs on his hand where the cat, Rin's cat had scratched him. There was something different about the violet haired man today and Yukio wondered what it was. Mephisto was someone he could read but only just as he was such a strange individual- but Yukio was good at reading people. Yukio however could see a plan formulating in Mephisto's eyes, schooling his features into something neutral Yukio waited for what his 'boss' had to say.

"You killed an innocent child."

Yukio smiled, Mephisto narrowed his green eyes at the brunette. Yukio adjusted his glasses and crossed his arms.

"I did."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

Mephisto took a deep breath and asked again. Yukio rolled his eyes knowing in the end he would have to tell him why.

"Because she was a distraction. A distraction for me and for Rin. So I got rid of her."

"You killed her out of your own selfish reasons and blinded by your jealousy."

Yukio flared up.

"She wanted MY Rin! She can't have him! He's MINE! Rin is mine. Mine only,"

Yukio knew he sounded childish but it was the solid truth. Rin was his period. Mephisto seemed unimpressed by this explanation. Yukio calmed down, realising he had allowed his mask to slip for that split second. But Rin was HIS. No one touched his Rin and lived to tell the tale. Mephisto watched him carefully for a while and Yukio studied him back just as closely. Mephisto took off his hat and sat down; Yukio began to pick at his scabs again.

"Do you know what you are Okumura Yukio?"

Yukio cocked his head to one side.

"Human?"

"No."

Yukio chuckled. That did not surprise him.

"Am I a demon?"

"Close enough. But no. Okumura Yukio you are a genetically modified human being created for the sole purpose of becoming a weapon, to be a killing machine. You and your twin brother Rin are BOTH genetically modified humans who were created to be killing machines, weapons of war. Super humans. You are enhanced with multiple genes from various animals."

Yukio pondered on this information and found that Rin's strength finally made sense, and that his own sadistic brutal nature was also fitting the puzzle now. Yukio wrinkled his nose and glared at Mephisto who was tapping his fingers against his chair leg. Yukio hated stupid and silly repetitive noises, they were annoying. They made him tick. Picking at his scabs some more Yukio ran through the information again. Mephisto continued:

"You are a clone of Rin. In fact both of you are test tube babies, part of Project XY; Rin was conceived naturally, and from his cells you were created as a copy. However during the injecting of the genes we were to splice into you and Rin, he somehow became immune to the treatments. We tried many formulas but no avail. However you were a sickly ball of cells back then and took all the treatments- as it was your ticket to survival. And you did survive. Now you are so strong!"

Yukio did not respond to the indirect praise.

"You two were to be the first of your kind, humans yes, but genetically modified to be beasts, demons on the battle field. Faster, stronger with a higher tolerance for pain and lower emotion towards inflicting pain; your senses were enhanced tenfold and you the Okumura twins are our creation. The fruits of Project XY!"

Yukio growled. He wasn't some petty science experiment, he was living talking, thinking and learned human being! He turned his piercing green gaze on the violet haired man and raised himself menacingly off the bed.

"Does Rin know?"

Mephisto smiled.

"Of course, I told him the basic details that he needed to know."

"Where is he?"

"Somewhere where you won't find him."

Yukio then realised how everything fell into place but he kept quiet, his anger building, boiling dangerously beneath his perfect façade of indifference. He was going to kill this man. He was going to fucking kill this man who created him and made his life living hell. He was the godamn messiah. He was here to cleanse the world of this germ. The germ that sat in front of him; gloating about his achievements. Yukio gripped his biceps to restrain himself from doing anything rash. He needed to hear Mephisto out first.

"But of course there are ethical and moral implications as well. Shiro didn't like this one bit and said it would be kinder to destroy both you and Rin when you were still developing embryos. He knew what we were doing was an incredibly illegal branch of stem cell and genetic research. He was scared that the law would find us out, He was such a milk sop that Shiro. Too weak. So I made a bet with him. He took it. Thus I took a gamble with you, the stronger of our two creations and your original name was Y and Rin's was R. Shiro out of compassion gave you both names. You have done beautifully up till now Yukio, you have no i.d.e.a~"

Yukio scowled. He wasn't fucking stupid. He found himself disliking Mephisto more and more now. Yes he was definitely going to kill him.

"So thus I needed to eliminate my opposition. This is where you came in! It was a marvellous plan that I had concocted, you had played straight into my hands and I didn't know it! But not only did I have you then but I could test your abilities, so I did. You performed like a NATURAL. The law would stop me. But I don't think science wants that now we've come so far, so we made some predictions about you. Once you completed all those 'tasks' for me, eliminating my 'foes' I realised you had outstripped by a HUGE margin any previous predictions."

Yukio had a shrewd feeling he knew where this was going to go. He reclined on his cot, watching the violet haired man get worked up into a deliriously happy frenzy. Yukio rolled his eyes, still gripping his biceps. Mephisto then grew incredibly serious, his expression was cold and unfeeling as he looked at Yukio as if he were something nasty on the bottom of his shoe.

"But you disobeyed me. You killed that girl. It made me realise; do I want a weapon that has a mind of its own? Where it can potentially disobey me and turn against me?"

Yukio sighed.

"Just say it Mephistopheles."

The devil's name. It was quite quaint. Yukio wondered if he had always known that this what Mephisto's name really meant. Mephisto chuckled darkly.

"I am going to kill you Okumura Yukio. You're too dangerous to keep round anymore. It's a shame since you are such a perfect specimen, but no matter… I can always gather samples again from your dear brother and create another mindless you, one that will obey me 100%. So… I'm going to give you cancer."

At this Yukio felt a full throated laugh rip from his vocals. It was high pitched and loud and cruel and totally and utterly insane. It rang and echoed in the cell, rebounding and reverberating inside and out. Slapping his thighs with mirth Yukio managed to choke out:

"T-too late! I have cancer! T-cell-prolymphocytic-leukemia!"

Yukio continued to laugh and laugh. It was all so godamn fucking funny.

Mephisto Pheles was going to fucking die tonight. Yukio stopped gripping his biceps and stood up and began to pace. Mephisto reclined in his chair.

"Shiro was a good actor, but he slipped up at the end. He expected to die- it was a dangerous gamble. But no. your cancer isn't the kind you think it is. You hold the recessive gene for that type of cancer. It's bound to your Y chromosome. You just didn't hear correctly when you were diagnosed. Any children you hope to father will receive that deadly cancer, I cursed you so any spawn you sire will die out before they can mature to your destructive power. I was planning on having Rin for myself when you died in order to start the experiments again-"

Yukio had had enough reaching out he halted Mephisto mid sentence. He loved Rin and he couldn't stand to hear or see or imagine him in pain. Even though he had done some terrible things to the poor bluenette and that his love was a sick twisted type of love; Yukio had done it to protect Rin. For his own good Yukio had done all those horrific actions to his twin because he loved him, so that Yukio would be the only thing he ever thought of for the rest of his life, so that he depended on him only. Yukio knew though deep inside the human part of him was normal, rational with morals and yet he found it hard to voice these genuine and pure feelings. When he tried, they came out polluted and corrupted by his animalistic side. Yukio found that he felt like he was going mad, every time he had a moment of light, just a tiny moment of where he felt like he could and was a normal human being it didn't feel right. Shaking himself the moment was gone and Yukio was himself again advancing upon the violet haired man he allowed a pitiless smile to cross his handsome features.

"It wasn't very nice knowing you."

Mephisto didn't struggle as Yukio's hand closed in round his neck. Instead he smiled eerily.

"My legacy will live on."

Yukio raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"I highly doubt that; I figured it out a long time ago Mephistopheles. You never intended to let me see Rin again for as long as I lived. You were just using me for your own sick science projects. I killed Shiro because he was chronically depressed, he was so upset seeing us grow so hated and feared- it was a compassionate murder. Either way, this ends here as does your legacy. All your files, every last one of them, all the backups you had and the backups of those backups. They are gone. Destroyed, I think you forgot that next to City Hall was the building that safe guarded your files. Not very smart, it was so easy spreading the flames to that too. Now I'm going to eliminate the last remaining resource- you."

Yukio now revelled in the fear that flitted across Mephisto's face at this specific piece of information. Yukio squeezed his throat tighter, choking him slowly.

"I'm going to cleanse this world of you, so you can never ever create something like me again. So this is goodbye Mephisto. I will see you in hell in the future."

Now the violet haired man struggled. Yukio thought it was quite amusing how humans no matter how cool, calm and collected they seemed in the face of death, upon the realisation of the inevitable doom they faced… Their survival instincts kicked in and they wanted nothing more than out. Yukio smiled sweetly at his tormentor, his creator, all the while squeezing harder. He found it fascinating how the man's face turned from pink to red to blue then to purple. Yukio didn't like purple much.

It was such an ugly colour for a full grown man.

Yukio in a surge of anger towards Mephisto and his cowardly fear, lifted the tall man bodily with his genetically enhanced strength and threw him up against the wall, Yukio cracked his knuckles and bent close to whisper in the wheezing mans' ear:

"Die."

Grabbing Mephisto's hair he yanked upwards in a swift savage motion, the sickening crack and click of the spine breaking from the base of the skull was sharp in the cell acoustics. Yukio dropped the body in disgust.

He hated people like this.

Looking up and out of the cell window Yukio smiled.

He was free.

Finally.

With that Yukio stood and walked out of the cold cell, whistling merrily.

Rin plastered himself up against the wall in fear; Renzou never told him he had two larger OLDER brothers! The pink haired teen obviously had picked up on this as he had told the two new brothers to go wait in the room next door. Rin trusted Renzou but this was asking too much of him! He stroked Blackie's fur haphazardly as he tried to calm himself down. Renzou had two brothers, a black haired one called Juzou who was the second oldest and Kinzou who was blonde and was the eldest, both were in college now but it still didn't help that they were related to Renzou and… They scared him. Shaking Rin took a sip of water from the plastic cup he held, he was shaking so badly he was slopping water everywhere.

"Wait here Rin, I'll go talk to them, please calm down, I know it's hard but could you try to? It would be awesome if you could, hey don't give me that kicked puppy look! I'm sorry Rin but you have to learn to get over your fears!"

Renzou gave Rin an apologetic smile and walked out into the living room to talk to his two brothers. Rin took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. Blackie meowed in concern up at him. He knew what the pink haired teen was saying was right, he couldn't live like this anymore. He had to get over his fears. He could hear the three brothers next door talking quietly, after some time Rin steeled his nerves and crept into the living room.

They stopped talking as they realised he had entered. The eldest Kinzou, smiled gently at Rin, Rin smiled back nervously. Juzou bounded over and immediately grabbed Rin in a headlock, giving him a fierce and affectionate noogie. Renzou cried out in alarm and Rin froze up before relaxing, realising there was no harm done. Blackie explored Kinzou in interest, pawing at his leg and sitting on his feet. Renzou exhaled loudly in relief, glad that Rin didn't start freaking out. Rin smiled crookedly from under Juzou's arm and the pink haired male grinned back.

This was a start.

They could all work together on this to help Rin overcome his fears.

The second shock for Rin came was when he found out all the brothers bathed together, mainly to save water bills. Awkward and self conscious Rin stayed out of the way, not wanting to drop his robe and show them his scars. Not even Renzou knew the horrific state of his body; the three looked at him and Rin was glad they were all so patient with him. Kinzou beckoned him over gently.

"Bro, you have to take your robe off if you want to be clean."

Rin nodded, he knew that but… Renzou was quite perceptive and seemed to pick up on Rin's discomfort.

"Hey… Its okay, I know I keep saying this but it really is. We're all guys here, there's nothing to be ashamed of, is it an embarrassing birthmark?"

Rin shook his head, but empowered by the grey eyed teens' words Rin dropped his robe. The Shimas' stared, Rin looked away feeling disgusting. Renzou broke the ice first.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Rin shivered in his exposure and haltingly nodded. As Renzou washed his back and Juzou washed Kinzou, Rin quietly explained the reasons behind his scars all the while, lying through his teeth- he couldn't face plaguing these kind souls with the dirty sin of the true. When he was finished Kinzou was in tears. Startled Rin didn't expect to be smothered by the blonde, who hugged him tightly, sniffling into the crook of his neck declaring:

"We won't let anything like that happen to you ever again!"

Despite his bonding with the three Shima brothers Rin still saw Yukio everywhere. The brunette haunted everywhere he went. Especially the bathroom, at night, Rin had a specific aversion to the bathroom at night. Why?

Because it was the site of where Yukio first raped him; Rin had not yet told his foster brothers about his rape, only telling them about the scars being the result of a horrific car accident and bad hospital operations and care afterwards which as a result left him traumatised and scared and unconfident. He only left the idea that he had been to their imagination, Juzou had expressed his worries that Rin may have been raped. But when asked Rin didn't respond and instead curled in on himself and closed himself off.

Rin would also have recurring nightmares of the 'probing' he would cry and blab and spout nonsense as the brothers attempted to subdue him. He slept with a nightlight on from then on. Because Rin was afraid that every time he opened his eyes at night, Yukio's face would be smirking back at him, handsome but terrible in its beauty that it frightened him. Thus Rin went through a phase of insomnia.

Times like those made the brothers wonder if they could do anything else to help Rin since the bluenette refused point blank to see a doctor or therapist. They assumed Rin didn't like crowds. Renzou swore it was because the blue eyes teen had had so many terrible previous experiences with hospitals that he had picked up a phobia of them and from there it had branched out to many more small but suffocating fears. Then it hit them, their parents were herbalists- they ran an acupuncture and healing salon which sold various salves, incenses, salts and remedies that were good for the health of a person but claimed they could also heal the heart.

The next time Rin had had a meltdown, sobbing without abandon in the bathroom, in front of the sink the brothers took him to their parents who prescribed 'love' and 'safety' then for good measure gave Rin a little charm bag which he could wear round his neck, inside was a blue crystal which was said to bring about happiness and luck and would protect him from evil spirits and keep nightmares away. Feeling happier than he ever did Rin took his adoptive parents advice, opened up to the brothers and gradually got better and better.

It made the Shimas' so happy that the orphan boy they took in was finally starting to smile and laugh and have fun again, the Shima brothers were pleased to find that Rin had some incredible cooking skills, and they all helped out in the kitchen to prepare meals. The stray cat Blackie was also benefitting from the new lifestyle, the cat had grown twice his size and was perfectly healthy with a sleek black coat and huge beseeching green eyes that you couldn't say no to as they begged you for food scraps. Rin was glad that Blackie was still with him. For he provided the kind of silent therapy that had kept him sane all those long hard pitiful months on the street.

Rin couldn't thank Blackie enough. He was his saviour.

Smiling he reached down and gave the cat a little scratch behind the ear. Blackie sat down and wrapped his tail neatly round his paws and purred loudly in contentment.

For the first time in a long time, Rin felt truly happy, like he belonged.

He visited Shiemi and Shiro's graves with bouquets of many different flowers.

From her garden he bought roses for all those doctors and left them on their graves as well.

He felt like them guilty monster inside of him, that selfish and savage demon that lusted inside him, feeding off his despair was finally leaving him. He felt like he could finally be a normal kid.

With a normal life.

He deserved at least that much right?

Term had started and it was school time. Rin had been anxious to start school, he had always been home schooled by Shiro because of Yukio up till now but he was nervous and excited, he had never been in large crowd before and he followed Renzou closely in the corridors to their classroom. He was currently being passed off as a transfer student who had suddenly moved due to unfortunate circumstances. Renzou had shown him the campus, it was huge and sprawling but utterly beautiful in its ancient stone architecture and majestic size and sense of space.

He had met some of Renzou's friends: Konekomaru, a small shy boy with glasses and a shaved head and Izumo a serious girl with strange eyebrows. Rin had received his timetable from the main office, he had chosen all the same subjects as Renzou so they would be in the same classes together. His heart froze for a millisecond as he looked at the first subject of the day. However he felt the cord of his charm pouch and willed the nausea away.

The bell rang. Rin looked to the pink haired male who motioned towards their class.

Bring it on.

He could do this.

Rin sighed and slouched into the classroom, this was going to be so bad he knew it was! It was only the first day of school and he was already receiving weird looks. He could hear the whispers, and he was glad none could see the scars and scar tissue that littered over his body; he was grateful for the coverage his school uniform gave him. Renzou placed a steady hand on his shoulder. Giving his foster brother a shaky smile Rin allowed himself to be comforted in the simple touch as the pink haired teen grinned reassuringly at him, giving him the thumbs up.

"It's just science. Remember if it's too gross I'm sure the teacher will let you sit out, I know last year I was and that was just the study of maggots!"

Rin shivered and managed a smile- Renzou was deathly afraid of bugs, but still, it wasn't JUST science. It was SCIENCE, as in science, science. The thing that had tormented him his entire life pretty much and to be honest Rin hated it so much, no he loathed it. He didn't think he could take it, looking at diagrams of the digestive system or anything like that yet, let alone dissections. It made him feel ill thinking about it.

"Y-yeah… well."

"Don't push yourself, if you wanna go home we can okay?"

Rin nodded and Renzou smiled as they sat down, the class was lively and Rin liked the gentle atmosphere as students greeted each other, asking about each others' holidays and so on. The door opened with a soft authorative click and as Rin gazed out of the window, and in the back of his mind he heard the teacher set down his books and clear his throat. Rin zoned out, studying the clouds as the teacher began to read out the names for students as they declared themselves present.

"Okumura Rin."

Rin turned to the front and his heart nearly stopped. The raven felt the addictive pull of a familiar drug speed through his veins; that adrenalin making his pulse leap and flutter; he felt his cheeks heat up in an obvious and precious pink, heart pounding and his lips dry. He fingered his charm bag again.

Oh my God.

Looking, piercing straight into his being were those cold, passionate green eyes. Eyes framed by steel and with a cruel smirk painting clever, seductive and full lips. Yukio set down the register.

His voice was a low, husky sexy purr.

"Welcome to True Cross."

You will never ever escape me, my darling beautiful brother.

I love you.

-Fin-