Full of Hate & Dread

They both began walking toward the rooftop, Renzo's steps light and mischievous. He honestly looked like a prankster with the way his More Duck looked. It was short and playful, so why anyone would take it seriously flew completely right past his head like a missed paper airplane. And as soon as it skewed by, the object would scatter into pieces in ashes. It was ironic in literature when something burned during a tragic event, considering it's a symbol of hope and rekindling in most places. His little thought process cracked away like glass, the light in his eyes coming back to meet reality. He forgot; he was going to have to kill Rin, and the demon spawn was walking right into the battlefield in his naivety.

The talk of Europe still perplexed Renzo in the oddest ways. It was the continent where practice of exorcism was born in the first place, and it only came to Japan through historical imperialism and colonialism, so why didn't they comprehend that the very child of Satan roamed about on their jurisdiction? There had to be some complex story behind it, maybe political matters prevented the Vatican from finding him and killing him, or they just didn't care. Matters of complications always blocked exorcists from fulfilling their goals, and politics were one of the primaries. Still, Renzo would definitely have to visit Europe. It could maybe help him become a stronger exorcist.

He glanced at the sword strapped to Rin's back with interest, still confused how a demon would be able wield a blade that kills demons. Who in the world gave the sword to him? As far as Renzo was concerned, it weren't demons that possessed the Kurikara, it was strong exorcist with large experience. He would love to put his hands on the sword and inspect it through, bit by bit. He had heard that demon-killing swords were made of materials so rare that repairing them is literally a privilege. His K'rik wasn't built for killing demons but his powers were, and they were pretty damn good at doing they do. Hell, he could render any demon powerless with his abilities. He could be considered a god to them if he had the guts to approach all demons.

They both finally emerged on the roof, and Renzo sat down in front of the fence where Rin had his hands gripped on. "What class am I In?" he asked. "Just simple math, science, and all that jazz. The generic classes, really," he shrugged casually, and was hesitant to answer the second question. "I'm... trying to find someone that hurt a lot of my family." This one was truthful, but it was only a damn fraction of his real intentions and motives.

The subjects being taught at school only gave rudimentary knowledge at best, since most would have to go to college in order to pursue extra information on a particular subject. Renzo would never understand how anyone could have a passion for arithmetic so strong that an equation to cut trees down, literally. He read something on school database that some person had the ability to control probability and destroy things that are usually impossible for a normal human to do so. The school doesn't teach people how to use whatever powers they have, just have to use their fingers for mathematics, writing and reading in languages, and how to make a volcano then blow it up.

Renzo sort of deduced that Rin probably takes a cooking-home economics class, making use of his passion for cooking. The smell of something burning usually came from those classes, or science classes from someone mixing the wrong chemicals and catching things on fire. Renzo never failed his classes, but he never really tried in them either. He let the teacher talk, did as they say, and got a grade on that continuous process. Annoying at best, Renzo just kicked back and listened to his music most of the time. Even if he didn't listen to the lectures, he always found a way to bypass preliminary bullshit to get that high grade for himself.

The roof was nice, though it was also a little bit awkward. Rin asking him what he does outside the school broke the ice--or melted the ice with the constant rain pelting outdoors. Renzo could tell the spawn of Satan was doing his best not to outright ply him open for information. They were just basic questions anyway, something to ask others when one tries to get to know them. This was the same case, just getting to know each other; only difference being that Renzo had the goal to kill Rin, while Rin stayed oblivious throughout their entire discussion.

Renzo smiled back at Rin, eyes glancing at Kurikara for an instant moment. He watched as the demon plopped down next to him, the blade in its red cloth laying between the both of them. "I'll find him," Renzo said with determination in his voice, a tinge of promise and hope in it. "And I'll finally end the history of my family's oppression. We'll finally be happy." He was lost as to why he was sharing this information with Rin. Maybe it was his friendly disposition that dragged Renzo to instinctively share secrets and stuff with him. No, he had to kill this guy!

"Family sure is important..." he replied to Rin. Did the boy also pride himself on loving his family? Did demons actually consider their bloodlines... family? Renzo didn't understand. He's already came to the conclusion that Rin deviated a lot from a typical demon, but to this extent? There had to be a catch on him, something that prevents him from revealing his true demonic nature. Renzo's eyes laid on the Kurikara. This blade was apparently able to harness demons, maybe it was being used to harness himself too. He looked away to the holes of the wired fence with his legs crossed, looking bored.

"You too?" Renzo asked. Rin was apparently on the goal to find someone who's hurt others. It wasn't just family to him, but people, and that came off as strikingly odd to the exorcist. Well, the boy was carrying Kurikara, so perhaps he was hunting a... demon? That didn't make sense. Weren't demons friendly to each other in their own antagonistic ways? Particularly confused, Renzo didn't know what to say after his question. He just looked bothered, annoyed, frustrated and confused. His eyes had a glint in them that was different from the beginning. The instincts to kill Rin began to take over. This was the right opportunity to do so. Quietly as possible.

Renzo stood up and leaned against the fence, his fingers gliding through the wires and being caught in a tight grasp. The fence rattled at the sudden grip, making its noise during a vibrating motion then stopping afterwards. "No... problem, Okumura," Renzo said. His eyes looked dark, shaded by dark. Visions of his hundred friends, all killed by Satan, laying on the ground in a gory fashion. It was a haunting look, and he had to be vigilant in killing Rin. No hard feelings. This guy was a demon. All demons were the same on the inside. He has to do it.

The thought that Renzo would be friends with... him, a demon, made the exorcist pissed off. He gritted his teeth to himself, hunching onto the wired fence in subtle angst. "I'm... not your friend," he said quietly at first. Then he spun around, kicking up his K'rik proficiently into his hands. "I'm not your friend, demon!" he yelled. Tears were on the verge of falling down his face. Rin was just so nice, different to a normal demon in every way, but Renzo had a job. Rin had to die, and this was for a greater purpose. He stood there, looking ready to annihilate the demon spawn.

The very child of Satan. Renzo would accomplish it.

Renzo was in no way interesting. His family had all the normalcy in the world; cooking, doing laundry, shopping, fawning over material possession, and everything that fit under the umbrella of... normal. They just had an outward hobby of hunting demons, seeking them, and then killing them from this world. They were really fulfilling a favor for them really, all demons were sadistic enough to not mind themselves getting hurt, right? It's been that way for years, for decades, for centuries, for thousands--all demons had a hidden motive up their sleeves. They were born to deceive.

Rin's talk of his mother had to be bullshit. No demons valued friendship in his eyes. They used that aspect of humans, that very flaw, to control and manipulate them into doing inhumane things. Friends as family? That's way too much of a human view for a demon to have, much less a damn son of a powerful demon like Satan. Renzo didn't need to hear this story, he had to kill him! There had to be no personal conviction behind his motives. He had to eliminate threats like him, it was his duty as an exorcist. He made the vow to hunt down Satan and destroy him. Why would he make a verse just to kill that demon? His family would be proud of him, and so would his murdered friends.

They weren't friends. They were never friends. So why was Renzo standing there, with his weapon in hand, almost hesitating to attack Rin? The child was the spawn of Satan. Renzo waited a year to destroy him, so why was he standing here without the things that he valued greatly as an exorcist? Diligence, it was gone, and so was his humanity. Humanity was a flaw when it came to delivering death to demons. His eyes were reverting back and forth between the ones that shared compassion and the one that shared remorse. He didn't know how to feel about Rin, and it was killing him emotionally.

Being betrayed was one of the worst feelings in the world, probably even more so than solitude. Most reveled in the opportunity to be alone, to just have their momentary life a thing of their own. But betrayal by someone who was thought to be trusted... it was like a killing blow to a person's heart. It was like trying to open the chains that locked away a person's heart, then attempting to tighten it instead without their consent. It was hurtful, a thing that can ruin a friendship instantly. They weren't friends in the first place, but Rin's eyes showed the amount of pain he was feeling. He probably has been called a demon his entire life.

Renzo gritted his teeth tightly, holding onto the K'rik shakily. He needed to use it, harness it, and annihilate Rin while he's vulnerable in front of him. But he couldn't? The look of hurt in Rin's eyes was enough to push him down. Renzo has always been persuaded to think that his conviction was stronger than any personal turmoil he was feeling. This wasn't even the first time; he had always troubled himself trying to eliminate someone, seeing the good in them more so than their bad side. He's been consistently scolded by his family at home for it, but it had never hindered his ability as an exorcist. He was still one of the best, and he had to adhere to that title as much as he can. It was his entire life being dedicated to the cause. There was no way he would quit now.

"I know you didn't ask for this!" Renzo stammered loudly, unable to come up with some kind of retort for the boy. "But I've been bred for this. I've trained my entire life for this moment. You'll..." he paused, swallowing a breath. "You'll be a testament to my powers. I'll kill you first. Then, I'll go to find Satan, and kill him too." The rings on Renzo's K'rik began floating around the larger ring, hitting each other to create some kind of rattling noise. He had to do it now or never. Today was to be the day that the son of Satan falls, once and for all.

Renzo watched as Rin unsheathed Kurikara, to see the demonic features becoming much more pronounced; the pointed ears, the larger teeth, a visible nail, his longer nails, and most importantly the blue flames inherited from Satan. The exorcist had to take this as a challenge, why else would the demon unsheathe his sword? Renzo was scared, not of dying, but of killing someone who could have potentially been a great friend to him. He didn't know what to do, stuck in a dilemma that could haunt him for years to come if he pulls through with it.

"Every demon says that they're not like the rest," Renzo said. "I'm not falling for that again, much less coming from the son of Satan himself." Ghosts of his past was overshadowing his vision, and it was clear that he wasn't think rationally. His job as an exorcist was clouding his decision, his real decision to keep Rin alive as a friend regardless of his heritage as a demon. But his convictions were way too strong, almost too strong that it could give anyone broken bones by touching it. Why was he just standing there, waiting like a dumb idiot to be attacked? He had to make his move.

"I don't want to hurt you either!" Renzo said, and this was obviously layered in truth. "I'm not sure what to believe anymore. Demons have always done nasty things in the past--countless amount of my friends were killed because of them. They weren't even done with purpose. It was because they trusted that the demon wouldn't harm them, but they did, and look where they are now! Can you bring them back, Rin Okumura?! Can you bring them back without a scar on their body? Without looking like garbage littered onto humanity?" Renzou was crying now. "I'm not going to back down now. All of my years of frustrations will be released today!"

Running forward without hesitation this time, he raised his K'rik above him and slammed it down as it lit up in some holy array of lights. Renzo may not have been a demon, but years of training have allowed him to become stronger than normal people. He was not an amateur at hunting demons, he knew most of their tricks, and the son of Satan wasn't going to be any different. Or at least, that's what he thought. Tears still poured from his eyes down his cheeks, staining them in a wet veil of sorrow. "I have to do this... I'm sorry, Rin," he would say to himself quietly in a mutter.

"For my fallen friends!"

Rin could easily tell that Shima had been hesitating to attack and as the unsheathed Kurikara lay down on the ground; flames blazing everywhere - it was that light that brought out Shima's conflicted emotions within his eyes. One second, it seemed like he didn't want to attack at all - as if he could drop K'rik and apologize, as if the two /could/ be friends. But for the majority of the time? All Rin could see for the most part were the eyes of a killer, as if he had been raised by the saying, 'Kill or be killed', which could've easily been considered the number one survival lesson.

Rin didn't want to attack Shima still, even though insensitive things were said towards the young demon spawn - Rin wanted to believe that it was only a matter of time until he could get to Shima, not in a negative aspect or anything. Words were being pulled together to form sentences in Rin's mind before a huge eraser came to wipe everything away, surely there had to be something he could say that would make things better? Make Shima not want to kill him. Though, all the things Shima was saying were true and Rin knew that.

Maybe there just wasn't a point to living for him if he would constantly be hunted down for who he was or who his relation was, they wouldn't believe him when he'd say he wouldn't ever harm a fly, never use his powers for the bad. Rin's only true intentions were to defeat Satan in cold blood and not only would that be a laughing stock for the people that knew how powerful he was, it'd also be a laughing stock for people like Shima who probably always asked; 'Why would a demon hunt another demon? Why would a demon hunt his own flesh and blood, his wn family?' It was words like these Rin had no idea how to respond to, he couldn't simply shrug it all away and say, 'Because I never asked to me this way. Demons make me sick' No, so what COULD he say?

"I know you didn't ask for this!"

Okumura looked up towards Shima at this, the tears in his own eyes refusing to spill - he refused to cry, refused to show his weaknessess to another exorcist. "I didn't ask to be a demon just as much as you didn't ask for someone to hurt your family, Renzo." Rin spoke, lowering his voice in nothing less than a minute whisper - if it wasn't his facial expressions alone to show how hurt he was by all this, it defiently was his voice.

He no longer had the energy or patience to raise his voice, to yell, to scream and shout, it was almost like he was giving up with everything - tired of constantly running away but it may have all been the fact that it would only be a matter of time until Shima could finally break Rin, finally unlock who he really was and make him go beserk, losing all control over himself.

"But I've been bred for this. I've trained my entire life for this moment. You'll..."

He only wished to wake up then from whatever nightmare he was having, he didn't want Shima to finish the rest of his sentence and it pained him to hear how people had ben trained their whole lives to hunt his kind. Not that he was sympathetic to the other demons or anything, most weren't really like him - most did have the intention to kill.

But he was more sympathetic towards Shima and those who had been trained to live a different life from the day they could walk and talk. If Shima didn't turn out the way he was then Rin truly believed he would have been living a different life, following his own dreams like Rin was trying to do with his. Speaking of other demons, Rin hadn't met someone like him - was he related to anyone else other than Alucard? Did the other demons hate him for not living up to his name, surely he would be giving Satan a bad name by the way he believed he could live a human life. Though, whether he was or not - he didnt care. He'd never go to Hell, dead or alive and not a single demon culd make him.

"You'll be a testament to my powers. I'll kill you first. Then, I'll go to find Satan, and kill him too."

...So this is what it was all about. The two were like opposite side of the magnets but there was a single string that held them in relation to each other; the EXACT same goal. Would Shima believe him if he were to explain he wanted to kill his father, too? Rin contemplated on telling him for a moment but the thought was erased like all the other potential things he could have said. It'd be weird, right? For a demon to hunt their own family and kill them, Shima wouldn't believe Rin...

"Every demon says that they're not like the rest, I'm not falling for that again, much less coming from the son of Satan himself."

Despite the fact Rin's flames were visible now, he wasn't attacking. Every word Shima had said was like an arrow sent straight to hit his heart with the perfect bullseye, Shima knew all the buttons to press on Rin without even knowing Rin himself; and so the boy just stood there, listening, his eye contact breaking to look at the ground.

"I'm not sure what to believe anymore. Demons have always done nasty things in the past--countless amount of my friends were killed because of them. They weren't even done with purpose. It was because they trusted that the demon wouldn't harm them, but they did, and look where they are now! Can you bring them back, Rin Okumura?! Can you bring them back without a scar on their body? Without looking like garbage littered onto humanity?"

Tears, they had finally broken upon Rin Okumura's face, streaming down his cheeks at the very thought that Satan must had kill hundreds, thousands, millions. It wasn't coincidence that Shima's friends and family had been hurt because of Satan, it was just simply an unlucky factor. "I..." Rin stuttered slightly, if he could bring people back from the dead, then anyone who knew Rin could damn well know that he would try. Try to bring his mother back...
"I'm not going to back down now. All of my years of frustrations will be released today!"
He head dropped to the ground soon after, shaking his head to the question. "You're just as bad as everyone else...you stoop down to the level of a demon and become one yourself the moment you attack. I hope you're happy to carry a label around, to be constantly reminded day in and day out that YOU CAN'T LIVE A NORMAL LIFE." His temper had began to ensure, his flames followng after. "When you do kill Satan, someone who could merely SQUASH you in a heartbeat, THEN WHAT?! Tell me, Renzou. THEN. WHAT?" Kicking Kurikara on the ground as he began nearing his new enemy; the blade soon landed by Shima's feet with Rin a mere foot or two away. "I can damn well tell you what, you'll be haunted by the faces of the people like me. You have humans that could never harm a fly, like me. Then you have humans that are content in murdering their own kind. Tell me, Shima. What differentiates me from a human? Is it who my father is? Is it the fact that I have a tail or features you don't have? Because if you do ever manage to kill Satan, you'll realize you will NEVER be happy again. It won't bring your friends back and you'll lose a lot more in the process of it all."

Rin could easily see Shima coming at him next, K'rik held high up in his hands before bashing down to Rin's shoulder; an apology heard shortly before. He knew exactly what Shima was feeling, revenge for what was done to him, what was done to his friends and Rin, being the closest thing to even getting near Satan was merely a punching bag for the poor boy whom had to simply let out his anger.

So, Rin just stood there - accepting the attack and he could only grimace as K'rik was broght down upon his shoulder - feeling the pain from his bones vibrate almost around the entirety of his body but he didn't attack back, he simply waited for what was next. Rin had agreed with himself that he'd do whatever he could to accept any attacks thrown at him, feeling as if he truly did deserve to feel the wrath of the pain of others. But there was no promise that he'd lose control any second now; and whether he liked it or not, the rule really did apply here to survive. 'To kill or to be killed'

Was Renzo's hesitation blatantly obvious? He has always been good at making others think otherwise, but here he was, faltering under Rin's glare. It was the type of glare that could halt anyone in their steps toward a goal, the typical glint of a demon that had to ripped away completely. Yet within those irises, he could also feel humanity glaring at him angrily. Was his monstrosity overtaking who he was to the point that the very thing that he used to adore was now pissed off at him? It brought down Renzo's mental fortitude for sure. There was a chance to apologize, but it was too late now. He already had a weapon in his hand, physically able to harm and kill the demon spawn.

What caught the exorcist off guard was Rin's inability to move, or rather he just wasn't convinced on moving at all despite being attacked. He was just bombarded with a countless amount of insults that could have triggered any past hatred that came to life from it, yet he just stood there without doing anything. A part of Renzo was livid, and he couldn't wait to just wreck the monster--the other part was hesitant, human, and refrained from attacking the demon. It wasn't just Renzo and Rin that were going through a turmoil. The exorcist's heart was in a war, the side that favored humanity and the other that favored monstrosity. It was a Yin and Yang deal, but now they were fighting each other for dominance. Nobody was winning, and it was why Renzo stagnated quite a bit.

It honestly shocked the boy how Rin, someone who, by record, dealt with this kind of treatment for years, and still somehow didn't think of ridding himself from the war. The psychological state of a damaged person was confusing, and even the best doctors in the world can't fix it. No one can change someone's mind through medicines or surgery, they were just... that way from the start. Rin had such a strong fortitude that he didn't take anything for granted, lived life just the way it is without deterring himself from future dreams. Renzo was jealous of that. A demon like him had a better life than him, with a mind so stable one could put angry horses in it without trouble.

"I'm well aware you never chose to be a demon. No one chooses to be born to some monster like Satan. But all demons are the same; deceiving, conniving, and outrageously prideful," Renzo said with a shaky voice. He wanted to scream it out, but his voice refused to listen. The coiled tears at the corners of his eyes just quivered in its place. Renzo looked... vulnerable, and it was the most weirdest thing to see on someone like him. Most knew him as laidback and uncaring to most things, but he had passions too. Demon-killing was never a passion, more of an actual job than anything. The only enjoyment he got out of it was that he could save lives, people from being overtaken by demons.

"Please don't make this hard on me..." he pleaded huskily. He wanted to say it venomously, but the hate wouldn't come to him. Desperation hugged his words tightly, falling off like a dying rose petal. Renzo did not want to kill him. Regardless of their differences, Rin was polite--too polite, and it was hazardous that Renzo's job was to kill him. His heart pounded against his chest, echoing up to his ears like the banging of drums. Here he was, the K'rik ready to destroy the demonic child standing in front of him that was Rin. Did Rin even associate himself to Satan? It didn't matter professionally, but it was enough to emotionally affect Renzo.

This had to be some kind of Nightmare. How simple was it for Renzo to just be hanging around in the Cafeteria, alone with his food untouched, until his very target comes along with a super nonchalant disposition. Then they went up to the roof together on friendly terms, until Renzo decided he couldn't take anymore and attacked the boy. None of these things were adding up, but the sleek metal that made his weapon said otherwise. All of this was real. The demon spawn of Satan was standing in front of him with his weapon on the ground, refusing to defend himself against Renzo's attacks. This was... dumb, in one word. Yet, he couldn't find himself stopping yet.

The vibrant blue flames still attached themselves on Rin, and Renzo looked at him suspiciously just in case of any surprise attack came from it. He had all the rights to be on the defensive about an unresponsive demon child of Satan. Practically all demons adopted a pragmatic, but deceiving style of fighting, by pretending not to want to fight, then going all out as soon as their opponent put their guards down. It wouldn't be the first time for it to be happening anyways. Renzo tightened his grip on the K'rik, aware of the strength that also came with being a demon. Most demons were physically much more able for a fight than a normal human. While Renzo's abilities and powers counter all, if they're physically strong by nature then he wouldn't be able to fight back.

Was Rin crying? No, this had to be a ploy to get Renzo into a sympathizing position, and he wasn't going to fall for it at all. Then he felt something wet crawling down his face, something familiar but unwanted. With a hand holding the K'rik, he extended his other one to touch his face. When he pulled it away, he saw the watery marks drying upon his palm. He was crying too, and he wasn't sure why. All this stress finally made him snap, and he couldn't find out why he was crying. He was angry, sure, but nowhere before has he cried while in the process of exorcising a demon. Angrily, he wiped them away. The exorcist wasn't going to fall for this.

Shockingly, coherent sound began coming out Rin's mouth, telling Renzo how he was the exact same as everyone. "I'm not the same as a demon!" he yelled. "I threw away my humanity to hunt monsters like... you," he stammered, almost as if he tried to make it sound a bit more friendlier than he was going for. But no way in hell is being called a monster friendly, at all. "Your features are merely aftereffects from you being born with demon blood in you. I'm haunted by visions of my friends... They all scream for me to be doing something. I know that they want me to avenge them somehow, by killing Satan. If I die trying then so be it, at least I would have been close to doing a favor for my dead friends. They'll welcome me with open arms the day I fall."

With a fiery spirit, the K'rik twirled circularly in his hands. He took hold of it once more and continued to swing at Rin in various areas; his sides, legs, hip, arms, and even the head occasionally. All sense of rationality was lost in his eyes, the warm tears now going cold on his cheeks. It continued to pour from his eyes, and he couldn't stop it whatsoever. The barrages of attacks also kept persistently landing on Rin, and he couldn't take the fact that he wasn't fighting back. This was all a ploy. It had to be a strategy. Besides, these attacks wouldn't even permanently injure the boy anyways. Renzo might as well finish him off.

"Satan loses a valuable asset by you disappearing!" he yelled as he swiftly jabbed toward Rin's stomach with the butt-end of his K'rik. It spun in his hands against into a different angle and position, swinging at the sides hard enough to bruise anyone. He repeated this process as he spoke his poison. "You wouldn't ever understand the pain of being human, would you? We're so flawed. We try to play gods by killing your kind because we think it's for the sake of everyone... In reality, we're just people fighting for our own lives. We're not murderers." As a final attack, Renzo straightly kicked him on the stomach to knock him away several meters, possibly even landing against the wired fence if it directly hit.

"Why aren't you doing anything, dammit!?" he asked in anger and frustration. The golden rings on his K'rik lit up in gold once more, but this time actually did something as Renzo swung the weapon toward Rin. "Judgement Rattle!" It shot out like yellow energy bullets, usually strong as getting hit by a bullet accompanied by a minor explosion. It was even stronger against a demon. Renzo, for one moment, forgot all about his final verses. He was covered in so much darkness he couldn't see past his own knowledge. It was sad scene. He didn't want pity either, he just wanted Rin to disappear. All his years of frustration was being let out.

At last, Renzo did an acrobatic display of the K'rik being turned quickly, trading from side to side as the bullets shot out. There was no way he would stop yet. Not until his energy was depleted. Not until the demon in front of him was on the ground dead. Not until... the demon actually fought back. It wasn't fair for Rin to play the victim. Tears still rained down his reddened cheeks. He was flushed in a mixture of sorrow and regret. Renzo looked like a scared child.