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The class arrived back at the cram school a hour or two later. They made a beeline for the exorcist hospital, where Rin could be treated while the rest of them got their minor injuries patched up, as there was better equipment there than what was in the first aid kit. Shura hurried Rin into a hospital room, a nurse rushing after them, as Yukio and the rest of the cram class sat in the lobby, waiting to be assigned with simple care.

Rin got ushered into the hospital bed by the frantic nurse, who then raced back out to get a doctor. When she came back, there was a doctor strutting purposefully after her before stopping and taking in Rin's wounds with a professional eye. Almost as suddenly as he had appeared, the man's focus traveled to Rin's tail.

"Ah, that answers my question." He says, gaze glued to Rin's twitching appendage. "I was wondering how someone could survive injuries like these for such a long time, and stay awake while doing so. Honestly, how he isn't passed out right now is a myste—"

"Yeh, yeh, 'kay, we get it, the dumbass is interesting. Now fix 'im, please." Shura grumbled, staring at the injuries on Rin with motherly worry.

The doctor nodded. "Aight, sorry."

At least the guy seems nice, he's interested in Rin... not out fer 'is blood, like most people we meet. Shura thought, observing from the side as the doctor injected sedation into Rin's forearm. The half demon's eyelids drooped, and he felt himself being pulled into the dark cavern of sleep.

The man began to work on getting things out of the exwire's back. He took medical tweezers from a shiny metal doctor's tray next to the bed, pulling out pebbles and twigs and dropping them in a second sterile tray. He then applied a more advanced antiseptic, which would help prevent any future infections.

The doctor turned away, preparing a needle to stitch up the worse wounds with. He scavenged around the tray, but he couldn't find the string to use.

He sighed, "Sorry, I'll have to go get some supplies from the store room. Be right back!"

Shura nodded, and got lost in her own thoughts as she stared at Rin. She really disliked this new version of him because it just wasn't him. She wanted to get the old Rin back, but how to start? How could this shell of a person be converted back into a lively, happy being? How could they get Rin back? They—or, at least she—wanted a human, not a weapon. Eh, mebe I should ask Mephisto? I mean, the damned bastard knows e'rythin.'

So Shura quietly got up, casting one last worried glance at Rin. Would he even be the same, if they managed to get him out of this trance-like state? Would he ever return to being the overzealous half demon they all knew and loved?

A sudden thought occurred to her, violently slamming into her mind like a charging bull, causing her to start and glance back at the peacefully sleeping bluenette. Does the class even love 'im? They didn't seem all too sad that 'e wus like this... and 'ey were pretty harsh to 'im after findin' out he's Satan's son n' all..

Shura set her jaw and turned, inserting a special key into the room's door. She had to get to Mephisto's office as fast as possible, she had to get the damned asshole back, she had to. Because even if the class didn't care about him, he should be fine. Right? He was fine before, he kept on being happy before.

The thought never occurred to Shura that his previous happiness might've been a clever lie.

                                    ~•§•~

When the doctor came back, he was surprised by the lack of the fiery, flame haired woman from before—but he was even more surprised to see that the wounds on Rin were all but gone, the worst of them only shallow cuts by now.

"I've heard of a high level demon's healing abilities... but... wow, this is—insane." He gasped, in utter shock, and carefully placed the now unneeded stitching materials on the tool tray. "I guess he's fine."

The doctor kept his eyes on Rin as he got up, slipping off some surgery gloves and a mask, carefully placing them on the wheeled tray. He then treaded carefully out of the room, glancing back in awe at the half demon one last time before turning his back for good.

                                    ~•§•~

Shura stepped into Mephisto's office, tucking her keys back into her pocket and strutting up to the desk. The clown was currently facing the window behind him, and when he heard Shura obnoxiously clear her throat, he swiveled around to face her with a broad grin occupying his face.

"My, my, what are you doing here at this hour, Ms. Kirigakure?" He gasped, full of fake surprise since he, of course, knew very well why she was here.

"Let's jus' get straight ta the point. Yew know how Rin has been since 'e got back, right?" Shura paused for a second, and then decided that she didn't need a response because how could Mephisto not know, he was Mephisto for crying out loud. "Well, I wanna know if there's a way to fix him. I dun like 'im this way."

Mephisto let a mischievous smirk dance across his face, "Fix him... how?"

"Yew know damn well what I mean! How dew we get back the old Rin?" Shura snarled, and when Mephisto made a motion for her to elaborate, she continued, "How dew we undo what the damned Vatican did to 'im?"

"Awe, that's what I needed, see, I wanted specifics on just what exactly you meant by 'fixing Rin.' I can just never figure these things out by myself, dear." The clown let a innocent look take over his face as he tapped his chin appreciatively, knowing full well Shura wouldn't believe him—but irking her was just so fun!

Shura childishly tapped her foot, on the verge of stomping it in her urge for knowledge. "Well, do yew know how?"

"The most I could do is show you what happened... I don't have time for anything else." Mephisto winked mischievously at her with a grin so big his fangs were showing, a sign of just what he was; Shura knew this all too well, and what she also knew was that he was toying with her. 'E god damn well knows how tew fix Rin, the little bastard! He's jus' making us take the long way, go on eh little quest er some shit like that... the clown is fuckin' messed up. Demonic little shit.

While Shura was busy cursing the demon out, he was busy pondering if he should 'invite,' as he would say, the rest of the cram class over. Eh, more fun for him that way. Why not? Let the party begin!

Shura's thoughts were interrupted by an obnoxious, german count.

"Eins! Zwei! Drei!"

The rest was lost in pink, glittery smoke as she seemingly disappeared from the face of the Earth.

I would really like to know if I did Mephisto right! was he OOC or anything? I've never written him before ...actually, is anyone OOC? ily guys ^o^

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