Chapter 4: Control

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Renzo awoke groggy and restless on the couch. The team had finished school for the day and were waiting to talk with him some more. I was sitting next to him in a chair, as he awoke. "Hello sleeping beauty."

"Rin?"  Renzo said sitting up, "How long have I been out?"

"According to Haruki, three hours. What happened?" I asked, handing him water and an aspirin, which he gladly took.

"I got to class, then Mephisto and Shura showed up and said that there was a spy. I got out, made it dramatic, and then headed here. There's still sleepers in the school, one is still within your old class." Shime sighed. "We're now both on the run from Vatican Headquarters."

"What will you do now?" I asked, taking the water back. "I don't think it's safe to have two children of Satan in one place."

"I'll head back to the airship tonight. Continue with the Illuminati from there." Shima said standing up, he looked down to my side and then sat back down, looking annoyed. "Why do you still carry that burden?" I looked where he had and saw the red sleeve of Kurikara. "I told you to live like a normal teen, with added benefits of course, yet you still carry around that dumb sword."

"Is this Shima or Lucifer I'm talking to?" I asked, holding my sword in my lap. He laughed.

"Both."

I laughed as well, "Well... Kurikara is my demonic heart. If I lost it, or someone got their hands on it, all of Tokyo would turn bright blue. I have to keep it safe."

Shima shook his head, "You left True Cross yet you still believe there lies... Have you ever seen Thor? Thor's power doesn't come from the hammer, it comes from within him and the hammer helps him control... Rin I'm saying this as your brother and your friend, control. If you can keep in control, which I know you can, I saw what you did in Kyoto, then that sword is just an old katana. Nothing more."

"But it's my heart."

"Your heart is right here." Shima pointed to the center of my chest. "Not in a piece of scrap metal."

"Thanks... Shima-fer." I said smiling.

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After a few more hours Shima was finally recovered enough to go back to the Dominus Limminus. We all stood on the roof of the apartment complex, as we were the top floor, and watched as the giant airship ascended into the air with Renzo waving down at us. I looked at the red sleeve on my back.

'I'm saying this as your brother and your friend. Control.'

I turned and started back to my room. "Where ya going Rin?" Erin asked from behind me.

"I'm going to go control."

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Rin stood in the center of his bedroom with Kurikara in his hand, he took a deep breath and unsheathed the blade, throwing said sheath to the ground beside him. Rin's flames illuminated his room in an azure glow, He stared at the blazing sword watching the sapphire flames dancing against the metal. Rin moved his hand across the blade, starting at the hilt and continuing to the tip, taking away the flames from it as his pale skin grazed the steel surface.

Rin pulled his fiery hand away from the sword to show that all of the flames had been extinguished from the gray exterior. The nephilim closed his eyes and focused on dampening the power radiating off of his body, once he opened his demonic eyes he saw that the only flames that remained were on his tail and where his horns would be.

Rin once again looked at the katana. Kurikara. The Kouma Sword. Forged by Mephisto, used against the Impure King (twice), the sacred relic of the Myoo Dharani sect, Rin's ball and chain.

The son of Satan grasped the hilt in one hand, while the other clutched the flat of the blade. Rin used only a sliver of his inhuman strength to snap the katana in two, right in the middle of the blade.

Rin instantly felt a searing pain in the middle of his chest, he threw off his hoodie and shirt to reveal a thing emerging from his sternum. Rin watched as his chest was lit aflame, and for the first time in his life, the flames burned.

Rin fell to the floor in pain, a scream rang out throughout the entire apartment. The son of Satan saw a blurry, blonde form rush into his room right before he blacked out from the agony.

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