Altered Vision

Chapter 2:

AN: I don’t like or ever listen to One Direction..... *pukes* I just thought that it would be a good piece of black mail for Amaimon to have over Rin for later chapters.  (If you know what I mean) ;)  Mwuhahaha! 

Chapter 2:

“Come on nii-san, think of it as bonding time. He is our half brother after all.”

“That’s exactly what bloody Mephisto said.” Rin replied sounding rather exasperated.

“Well maybe he is right then, and come on brother; show some respect for your elders.”

“I’ll show some respect for your arse in a minute.”

“Um... what?” stuttered an obviously embarrassed Yukio.

“Jeez, this is turning out just like it did in Mephisto’s office. Don’t suddenly tell me you are actually a demon and sprout a tail, you would end up being like Amaimon and that... that would be scary!”

Yukio, Rin’s younger twin brother, blushed at the previous two statements that Rin had replied to him with. Pushing his darkly framed glasses further up his nose, Yukio persisted in trying to shove the remaining essentials Rin had chosen, into the rucksack. To Rin’s disappointment the manga volumes he had planned to take along with him had nowhere to go so he had had to leave them in a pile by his rumpled bed. To him this was like removing a teenage girl’s phone – for over a whole fucking week!

Lucky for Rin, it was now the beginning of April meaning the weather was becoming slightly better compared to that of previous months. This also meant that Rin didn’t have to pack as much as he would have had to have done earlier on in the year making the load lighter when travelling since anything else would have had to go in another bag.

Running through the content of the rucksack in his head as a way of checking that everything was there, Yukio finally turned to watch his older brother who was lying on his belly across his bed with his nose in one of the unpacked manga books. At least he is getting some reading in: thought Yukio, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Sensing the watchful gaze of the brunette, Rin rolled over to return the stare with a questioning look. “What is it?” Rin asked ending the staring contest by turning back to the dog-eared manga in his hands.

After a dragged out pause he turned back to looking at his brother who had taken it upon himself to remove everything from the bag. Shocked, Rin swiftly got up from where he was lying and tugged the rucksack on top of his own crumpled bed sheets. “Since it is only you and Amaimon going on this mission, you should pack your own bags. You know, become more independent.”

Rin’s eyes widened at this: “But.... but nii-san, you love me!” he wined, grinning when the younger teen halted in his path towards the door.

Turning his head to the side so he could see his brothers hopeful face: “True, but as I said I won’t always be there for you.” With that Yukio walked out the door, slowly clicking it shut leaving a dumb founded Rin frozen to the spot in the middle of the shared bedroom.

Once Rin had finished re-packing his rucksack managing to squeeze in a copy of Kuroshitsuji, he made his way through the deserted halls in the direction of the canteen. His shoes slapped against the dusty, yellowed tiles that covered the floor of the dormitories, the noise echoed off the walls warning the people in the canteen that he was approaching.

As Rin drew closer to the cafeteria he could hear the clangs of metal and the muted banter between the other occupants of the building, muffled by the closed door that now stood in front of him. Pushing it open and stepping in, he found himself instantly tackled to the ground and blindfolded by what felt and sounded like an over enthusiastic Bon. Rare as that was.