Middle Finger

Detached

Hey guys! This is an AU where Rin is emotionally detached and gives zero shits about most things.That picture up there is literally his expression most of the time.

8/18/20–I'm bored and miss writing this story, so I'm editing it.

12/11/2020–I'm editing this again to make it accurate because I realized some mistakes in the plot.

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Rin sighed as he passed yet another group of annoying girls that whispered about how hot he was or omigod look at his muscles or he needs a haircut. He wanted to laugh at them. If they knew him, they'd probably run screaming. Rin had emotional detachment issues from a young age and apparently, it was an extreme case because his sympathy was basically non-existent. The child psychologist had been horrified by his case and almost sued the man raising Rin. Shiro had to explain to her that Rin went through some kind of traumatic experience that was apparently so bad that the memory itself was pretty deeply suppressed so Rin couldn't remember what happened. 

Shiro, Rin's previous adoptive father, had always seemed to pity him after whatever that incident was. Rin didn't understand why. Emotions were not needed to live, so he'd be just fine.

Then there was Yukio, Rin's twin.
They looked different, but if Rin got a haircut, glasses, green contacts, and put three fake moles on his face, he'd be Yukio Okumura. He didn't care that he looked so different from his brother either.

They were fraternal twins for a reason. Just let it be. It made things easier for anyone trying to tell them apart anyway. Or, it should've, but both twins got called each other's names regularly by Shiro and the clergymen and even patrons of the Monastery sometimes.

When everything changed around him, Rin was the one thing that was always constant. Always the same, never changing, never making a big deal of things. Yes, it was sad that Shiro had died, even if Rin didn't feel any sadness over the man's death himself. But Yukio had taken it horribly and told Rin it was his fault, that he'd killed Shiro.

He was technically right, but what killed Shiro wasn't Rin himself–it was the pity Shiro felt for Rin that weakened his barriers against Satan.

Shiro had even stabbed himself in the heart to banish Satan and make sure he couldn't reach Rin, which the boy didn't understand. Why did the man hold onto someone who didn't care about him? Where was the benefit in it? Rin supposed not having to deal with the difficulties of life anymore might seem like a plus, but that was out of character for Shiro. Rin just didn't get it.

Rin figured saving his body for a funeral would be appreciated, so he grabbed Shiro and destroyed the Gehenna Gate in the floor without giving a second thought to whether or not he should unsheathe the sword.

Yukio was never very good at feelings either, preferring to look at the logical side of things, so he'd pretty much just ignored Rin since that day unless Rin needed help getting around the huge school he'd been thrown into since he'd decided to be an Exorcist.

It was already the second week of school, so Rin didn't need his twin's help getting to classes anymore. Rin's Cram School classmates seemed very confused about the boy who reacted to nothing–positive or negative. He figured if his detachment was an actual problem, his twin would tell the class about it. It didn't appear that he had so far, though.

He sat down in first period as the bell rang.

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"Rin, you shouldn't eat with your knife. You'll get it taken away." Yukio warned. Rin shrugged.

"We have plenty of kitchen knives. They'll give up eventually." Rin knew Yukio would get pissy at him for that, but Yukio could kiss his ass. He'd carried a knife around since whatever had fucked him up emotionally and it had never failed him yet. Yukio could suck it.