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Mizu liked being Rin, that was for certain. Did she regret dying? Not being able to train Ringo to be a samurai? Not being able to say goodbye to sword father? Yes. But she didnt regret becoming Rin. Not for a seccond.
Rin was everything Mizu couldent be. She made friends, did homework, complained about said homework, cooked, cleaned, sparred in the local dojo, she lived freely and fully. Rin laughed where Mizu screamed, Rin could smile where Mizu scowled, and Rin could love completely without fear or resentment.
Yes Mizu loved being Rin.
But, alas, no matter the name or place she was allways a demonn
And there was allways a father to kill.
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Mephisto approached the girl standing at the grave, she was solemn as you would expect given the current situation. But there was something about her, weather it be her posture, they way she gripped her white knuckled hand, or something else entirely it was enough to make him hesitate.
For some reason he had a feeling she wasnt someone to take lightly, and so as any self respecting demon, he adjusted his stratergy.
“What do you plan on doing now Rin?” He asked with a quiet tone, a contrast supprising his ally’s to his side
She didnt openly react to his words. She didnt need to. They both already knew her plan, it was obvious with the way she gripped the sword in her hand even if it was covered by the red cloth.
She took a breath, almost contemplating her next words “Are you going to help me or stand in my way?” Her slight shift in posture told Mephisto all he needed to know
“But off corse ill help, beleive it or not Shiro was my friend, Rin” he was lying obviously, he couldent give a rats ass about Shiro.
“Rin died with Shiro” well now that was interesting.
“Well if poor Rin’s dead, then who are you?” A demonic smile spilling over his lips