Luminescent

Candytuft

"Have you finally learned your lesson?" Mephisto asked the strung-up Amaimon. The Earth King struggled to nod stiffly. Hopefully the Time Lord would let him out of the pocket dimension if he pleased him enough. The dimension was cold and dark and damp. He much preferred blistering heat over freezing cold.

"Yes, Samael." He rasped. The King of Time gave a sinister grin.

"I will give you one more chance to observe Rin Okumura. You have access to the Academy and the Okumura Dorm. If I hear of any trouble from you, there will be much worse punishment than this." Poison-green eyes flashed dangerously and the splintered, bloody spears receded. The Demon King snapped his fingers and they were both back in his office.

Amaimon lay on the ground, bloody and battered, rasping out uneven breaths.

"Oh, do bathe yourself, Amaimon. And don't get any blood on the floors, I don't need an investigation in my home." He waved the younger Demon King away and sat back behind his desk to continue doing paperwork so he could finish his most recent anime fixation by dinnertime.

The Earth King left the room, hobbling to the bathroom to wash up before hunting down Rin Okumura.

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"I really don't get what's so amazing about Rin. He has Satan's flames, yes, but he's just a wild beast. No manners, doesn't even know who his own people are." Amaimon grumbled sourly. He'd cleaned up and let his body heal for a week. He'd also repaired his clothes once he gained back enough power to snap things back to the way he wanted them. He wondered briefly if Mephisto ever regretted teaching him to do that.

Amaimon made his way to the Okumura Dorm to see if Rin was there. Maybe if he asked to play first and Rin said yes, he could get away with crushing the boy as revenge?

"Hmm, I wonder how long it's been since our first fight...." He muttered to himself. Had Rin gotten stronger in the time Amaimon had been imprisoned?

It would be nice to have more of a challenge than a feral beast overpowering him with sheer heat and anger. Maybe Rin had learned how to stay in control instead of losing himself to the flames so easily. Rin was the one who'd burned down a section of Mephisto's precious school campus, yet Amaimon got imprisoned and tortured for punching the Time Lord in the face once. Life was full of injustices.....

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Rin was quietly humming to himself as he tossed the vegetables simmering in the skillet. He moved over to the meat and stirred it to cook the remaining raw parts. This was a vaguely Western dish, but with yakisoba added to it. He wondered if Yukio would be home to eat it with him, then dashed the thought. Yukio was never home even when he could be, so why would he show up today?

He'd been avoiding Rin like the plague for weeks now and Rin hated that he'd gotten used to it so quickly. A childhood lacking a real family prepared a person for a lot, it seemed. Rin had hoped he'd never have to feel that way again, but he shouldn't have been surprised. Life wasn't exactly kind to Rin, if the past almost-sixteen years were anything to go by.

Nonetheless, Rin always made enough food for two people and Kuro. He usually took the leftovers to school the next day and shared with the Kyoto trio and the girls. They all sat at a table together and shared their food. It was nice to have variety. Not to mention, Godaiin was actually rich, so when he started sitting with them, they each got a bite or two of the five-star food the school served, though Godaiin usually said he liked Rin's food better.