"Antichrist?" Rin asked, his chest constricting with every breath. His hand clinched even tighter around the rubied hilt of the sword when the other boy laughed. The sound was gut wrenching. He grimaced as his head pounded, more blood slipping from the wound on his temple. "Oh dearest Rin... don't be frightened of me. I'm still the boy you used to know." His eyelids lowered as he took a step toward me, "The same boy you fell in love with."