Chapter 12 (A Meeting with Fate)

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Loosening his tie, Rin Okumura looked up at the familiar and large mansion. His meeting with his fate waited for him through the wooden double doors. He couldn't help but feel nervous, shifting where he stood. He couldn't stop thinking about his brothers words of wisdom. They were said before he left for this meeting. The younger brother had second thoughts.

"He's Mephisto's butler. Can you really trust what he's saying? What if this is all a lie, Rin?"

'And what if it's not?' He thought in response. He wanted to take the chance. It felt so important to him. Belial said she was inside waiting for him. She was right through those doors. Yet, Rin found himself hesitant of what laid beyond. His brothers words still nagged at him.

"Right this way, Mr. Okumura." Belial told him, gesturing to the inside of the mansion. The butler stood beside the now opened doors, expectant of him to come through, but he noticed the hesitation in the teen. It was Mephisto's house. A demon kings house. It was a place that always made Rin weary. At that moment he couldn't help but wonder what she would be doing in a place like this. Was she here under Mephisto's request?

"Did Mephisto arrange this? Why would she be in Mephisto's house?" He asked. Belial frowned. It was a hard question to answer. As they walked in together he tried his best to give him an answer.

"Y/n lives here with him. When my master is away, I care for her. The situation is rather complicated to explain. You might be better off asking her yourself." He told him.

They now stood in the entrance to a living space. There were couches set up decorated with plants and tables nearby. They all faced what appeared to be a sort of fire place with small flame crackling peacefully. Sitting on one of the couches was y/n, clasping a cup of warm tea in her hands. She wore one of her newest sweaters and jeans bought on her trip to the mall. Rin was dumbstruck yet again. It was her. It was the girl he had been looking for.

"It's actually you." He said, catching her attention. He was mesmerized by her. He thought she was beautiful. It made him blush when she flashed him a warm smile. It may have been a cold day out but at that moment he felt exceptionally warm.

"I'm so glad you came. Please. Come sit down." She beckoned, gestured to the sofa across from her. Rin wasted no time walking over to the sofa to sit with her. He had just started to think that he wouldn't see her again. He couldn't believe that now she sat across from him. He could ask her whatever he wanted. He could finally have his peace of mind.

"I.....I haven't stopped thinking about you since I saw you last. I felt like you were in danger. I'm not really sure why......I wanted to see you again to make sure you weren't." He told her. She smiled. The thought was so kind. It made her feel warm. Although the fact that he thought she was in danger made her frown. Belial had already hinted to a sort of endangerment. Now, so did him. She wanted to know why. But she had so many things to ask him first.

"Rin?" She asked. "Do you remember me before we met at the mall? We've met before."

Rin opened his mouth, almost wanting to say yes but no words escaped from between his lips. He couldn't remember her even while he felt like he should. He felt like he needed to remember. It was important.

"No I don't..... but I feel like I'm supposed to.....Do you remember me?" He asked now. She shifted nervously revealing the paper beside her on the sofa. It was all the evidence she had as proof of their friendship. She didn't even have her own words. The picture was her only proof.

"I don't.....but I do have this." She told him, giving him the photo. He stared at it blankly. He knew the photo well. It was a photo that was taken on his trip to Kyoto. All his friends posed by the statue just as he had remembered. There was only one difference. Now
y/n was there posing beside Rin.

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