Altered Vision

Chapter 3

AN: Jeez, these chapters just keep getting longer, I just hope that that is what the people who read this actually want or in the least don’t mind.  :P   Ohh and I didn’t really mention before  but obviously their ‘relationship’ needs a lot of building so that will have to be somehow included soon, just not in this chapter, sorry!

Chapter 3:

Standing by the school’s gates was beginning to bore Rin; he had chosen to leave the only copy of manga with him in his rucksack for later on in the journey. Instead he had once again resorted to peeling the paint off of the old school gates, having been texted saying he needed to wait there by Mephisto earlier that day. Rin’s actions drew an uncharacteristic chuckle from the equally bored Amaimon. “Please don’t start singing One Direction again; I don’t think my ears can stand it.” His voice consisted of an amused yet serious tone as Amaimon tilted his head to look at the other male whose gaze was also focussed on him, forgetting the flecks of black paint that previously interested Rin.

“Just ‘coz my singing is too awesome for you.” The false arrogance lined Rin’s voice as he grinned back. He had better get used to Amaimon sooner or later otherwise the next week would be a living hell for him, for the both of them.

The exchange of looks was interrupted by the sound of crunching footsteps upon the gravel that covered the seemingly endless driveway that lead to the True Cross Academy. Both of the teen’s heads turned to see the school’s head teacher Mephisto taking his time to strut down the drive, coming to a stop around a meter in front of Rin and Amaimon, leaving room for him to swivel his patched up pink umbrella around a gloved finger, his other hand was used to tilt his uniquely styled top hat as a sign of greeting to the two.

The gesture reminded Rin that he had forgotten to pack a hat to protect him from the moderate glare that shone from the sun at this time of year. Hopefully he wouldn’t need it since of their journey to the Demon Caves was through dense forestry areas, plus he didn’t have the space in his bag nor the time to go back to the dormitories, especially when Mephisto now stood before him.

Still keeping his distance from the lethally sharp ended umbrella that continued to spin upon Mephisto’s finger; Rin pushed up off the gate he was leaning against during his period of boredom, not wanting to seem rude to the head teacher. It wasn’t that he cared for people’s opinions of him, but he didn’t want to destroy the chances of going on other missions just because of his lack of respect and deemed appropriate mannerism.

However, Amaimon made no move to show he had acknowledged his brother who was now looking at him expectantly. Mephisto only remark to that was: “A simple hello would suffice.” Amaimon didn’t rise to the comment, his mouth staying in the semi permanent straight line. The only change in emotions for him was when he was pissed off or pissing someone else off; either way, it normally ended in bedlam. Mephisto being the person who stood there and watched the chaotic events unravel around him.

It was now nearing 2:30, since Mephisto had taken his time to arrive at the gates; Rin had become anxious to set off. Only because he knew that the sooner they left, the sooner they would return, allowing Rin to read his beloved manga and cook in the comfort of the dormitory’s kitchen with Ukobach as company. The kitchen dwelling demon was being left in charge of cooking the meals for the other occupants whilst Rin was absent.

Rin giggled quietly at the thought of his friends having to endure Mephisto’s cooking instead; the action drawing a blank expression to be thrown at him by Amaimon who was glancing over his shoulder at the sobering demon, his head tilted in a dog like manner.

Mephisto chose this moment to clear his throat louder than what was natural, dragging the two younger demon’s attention back to his flamboyantly dressed self. Ignoring Amaimon, he then took a step closer to Rin, the umbrella stationary in his hand. His eyes bore into that of Rin’s blue ones: “Now that you have finished acting like a mentally deranged human, per say. I would appreciate it if you left the Kurikara in Shura’s and my care whilst you are gone?” His voice held no hint of a questioning tone, the seriousness shocking Rin until realisation hit: without that katana, his flames were limited, subdued to a much smaller portion of their original power.