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Chapter One: Feelings
Ever since that day, everything had changed. His life, his whole world had completley reversed on itself. Rin thought he'd already experienced the worst. But he had been wrong. So very, very wrong.
Fixed sword, sketchy friendships, and a crush that would never come to the light.
Broken trust, suspicion, and distance.
One moment, Rin had everything- friendship, respect, loyalty- and the next, it was all ripped away.
Even the possibility of confessing to him... Of revealing his feelings... Especially that... it would never be possibility.
Maybe he should have- no. It would have still ended up the same as now.
Every friendship had been torn asunder, and thrown into the trash where it had then been burned, every evidence of it ever being, of existing, destroyed like it had never been there in the first place. And worse, they were scared.
Worse yet, they were scared of him. Of Rin.
The look on Bon's face was the tore Rin apart. They way he had looked at Rin, the disgust, the suspicion... It was unbearable.
He shouldn't have let them see.
But Rin had to protect them. He couldn't just let them die. None of them would have been a match for Amimon. None of them.
They were his friends. The first friends he'd ever had. They were precious. He needed to protect them.
He had protected them.
And now they hated him.
He didn't get it, they had said that he should lean on them, rely on them to fight with him. To help him.
It really had been too good to be true. He should have never let himself to believe, to trust that they would always be by his side.
He had known that opening up had been a bad idea. Known to be cautious, to tread lightly, to keep his guard up. But he'd opened up anyway. Let them in with open arms.
And it was all because of Bon. Because of that feeling he had every time Rin even glanced at him.
The pitter-patter of his heart, and the heat rising to his face every time he even looked at Bon...
It had been his downfall. His armor had shattered and he'd begun to hope.
Foolish love. Rin had been an idiot.
Rin glanced over to the right, his eyes landing on the two hair toned teen chanting death versus as demons closed in on them.
For a second, just a second, Rin forgot about their situation, about how'd they'd all distanced themselves from him, and just drank in the image of Bon. The way his brow furrowed in concentration, lips moving through verses with lightning speed, and eyes locked on the demons heading towards him. It was just so mesmerizing, and just the sight of him made Rin's heart skip a beat.
Rin didn't know when these feelings started, he just knew that one day, Rin just wanted Bon. Wanted to kiss him, wanted to hold him.
To touch, to be with him constantly, or if not constantly, then the majority of the time.
And Rin wanted Bon to want him like that too.
He wanted the Meister-to-be to kiss him back with everything he had, just like Rin would.
But that would never happen.
"Rin, watch your left!" Someone that sounded like Yukio yelled from behind him.
Never.
"Right!" With a quick twist of his body, Rin slashed his sheathed sword at the demon heading towards him. Luckily, the demons that they had encountered so far, while there was a lot of them, they were relatively weak. Rin hadn't even needed to draw his sword from it sheath. He hadn't drawn it for a while in fact, since that day that he'd lost control and cracked Kurikara.
Wait, that wasn't right. He'd drawn it when fighting Amimon but he hadn't really been himself then. Rin couldn't remember it.
With a grunt, Rin sent the demon spinning away. He really shouldn't be distracted, he needed to consintrate. Not even a second passed, and another demon took it's place, it's claws extended, ready to take a swipe at Rin's torso. With a quick jump, Rin sent himself into the air and then down towards the demon.
"Tell me why we had to come all the way out here to exterminate these things?!" Shima whined as he hit a demon on the stomach with the end of his staff. "An abandoned building in the middle of nowhere doesn't really need to be exterminated, right?"
"Orders are orders, all you have to do is follow them!" Yukio called back at the pink haired teen before disappearing into the mob of demons heading towards him.
"Damn, is it just me or is he turning into an asshole?" Shima muttered as he pocked another demon with the butt of his staff.
Rin didn't reply, Shima hadn't been talking to him. Instead he turned, and spotted another demon heading for him. Rin jumped to the side, away from the rest of the group, avoiding that demons teeth when something grabbed his foot. Fingers dug in through his jeans, claws sharper then knives cutting through his shin, spilling blood down his leg and splattering onto the floor.
"Damn!" Rin cussed, swinging the sheathed sword down to dislodge the demons hold. He hit nothing. The area around him was free of demons, yet the hold on his leg tightened even more. "What the hell! Let go!"
Whatever had a hold on him tugged, making Rin topple to the floor with a gasp as something hit his stomach, knocking the breath out of him.
"Where the Hell are you!?" Rin swung again and this time he ended up hitting the demon. It appeared, materializing out of thin air. It was bigger then the rest of the one's that they'd been fighting so far, and just a bit taller and wider then Rin.
It roared, immediately bringing the attention of the other exwires and Yukio. The half demon ignored them, keeping his attention firmly on the demon. He was stronger then the rest and he needed to bring it down.
Rin gritted his teeth and jumped to his feet, ignoring the twinge of pain when his foot connected with the ground. "Hey ugly, come get me!"
The demon locked his eyes on Rin, and jumped, knife sharp claws extended towards Rin's face.
This time, Rin unsheathed Kurikara, his body bursting into blue flames. They illuminated the area around him in blue light. Rin could see the scared faces of the exwires, tinted in blue.
Fear.
They were afraid.
Afraid that Rin would lose control.
That he would kill them.
It shouldn't have hurt, his heart shouldn't have constricted, his breath shouldn't have hitched, but it did.
That was how little they thought of him. They thought that he would turn on them so easily.
But even though his sire was Satan, he hadn't been raised a demon. He'd been raised a human.
A human.
Rin was human, but to everyone else, he was a demon. A bloodthirsty demon that wouldn't think twice about killing.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
To hide the pain, Rin gritted his teeth and snarled, and concentrated on the demon instead.
He brought Kurikara up in time to block on of its arms before ducking and side-stepping away. Rin kept his blade between them, blocking and slashing whenever he could. Rin landed a few hits on the demon, and the demon landed some on him. Blood dripped down from the demon, splashing onto the ground, staining it. He ignored the fact that his own blood dripped down to join it. And he ignored the flash of light that rushed across his vision.
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