Sorry about unpublishing this story. I decided to make it more accurate in terms of Rin's detachment from emotions, so I have to edit and rewrite some scenes. I will repost all the chapters when I finish them. I didn't want parts of the story to be way different from the others while people kept reading this, so it was the only option.

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Rin stretched his arms up towards the sky and felt his back pop as he walked down the front steps of the Academy. "Thank God that's over." He sighed in satisfaction. He'd gone a full semester without too much trouble. He hadn't seen that Amaimon guy after the amusement park either. Unfortunately, he did happen to run into the Kyoto boys just as he was exiting the school.

"Oh, Okumura! This is the first time we've met outside of Cram class." Konekomeru said. "Yeah, there's a reason for that." Rin muttered under his breath. None of then seemed to hear him.

"Once the closing ceremony is done, we're supposed to assemble at the True Cross Halfway Station." Suguro told him. "Want to come along, Okumura?" Konekomeru offered. Rin shrugged. Why not? He walked with them on their way out. "Over the break, all the normal students will be heading back to their homes." Shims pointed out. "You guys are from Kyoto, right?" Rin asked, just to humor them and keep awkward silence at bay. "Sounds nice."

"Not really." Suguro grumbled. Rin brushed it off. Kyoto must have been really nice, or at least the part they were from. Aside from Shima's pervyness, the three boys had excellent manners.

Rin grew up in the shitty part of Tokyo, so all he knew was gangs,  dirty streets, and homeless or poor people. But it wasn't the worst thing. As long as you knew how to adapt to it, you'd be fine. Rin could adapt to anything because he didn't really have any preferences for things other than not liking things that were overcomplicated by stupid people.

The four boys met Yukio and the girls at the station. Yukio had his pleasant fake smile on and Rin knew this wouldn't be fun. Of course, Shura was there–just to top it off–in her less-than-modest clothing.

She noticed him and waved somewhat awkwardly. Rin ignored her. Yukio explained what they would be doing out in the woods and Rin sighed, long-suffering. Yukio just loved to torture his students, didn't he?

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"I don't feel like an Exorcist. I feel more like one of those marching soldiers." Suguro panted. "I'm exhausted." Konekomeru agreed. "It's so hot and my bags are so heavy." Shima added. "There's so many mosquitoes." Kamiki groaned.

"Do you have anything else to complain about while you're at it?" Rin grumbled. "What was that, Okumura?!" Suguro called up to him. "Aren't you too tired to fight with me right now?" Rin asked.

"How can you have so much energy?! You're not even sweating, and you're carrying Kirigakure-sensei's pack along with your own!" Shima whined. Rin's response was splashing water at the boy from the waterfall they were passing.

They finally arrived at a huge clearing in the middle of the woods. Yukio told them about demonic behavior at night and gave them their tasks before dismissing them. Rin and Suguro set up one tent while Shima and Konekomeru set up the next one. Rin looked over at the girls to see how they were doing at Shima's complaint about food. Rin sighed when he saw them struggling to understand the directions and failing to peel potatoes. It was a crime to chefs everywhere.

He walked over and took the stuff away from them, pushing them out of the designated kitchen area. "Just let me do it." In less than half an hour, he'd made a full meal for everybody. "Food time!" He called.

"How do you manage to be loud when you use the same tone of voice all the time?" Suguro wondered. Rin shrugged. That seemed to be most of the boy's responses, aside from sighs or him ignoring the question. So uncaring.....

They all sat down to eat together around a campfire. "Holy shit! It's really good! Is this for real?!" Suguro looked to Rin with disbelieving eyes after taking his first bite of the food.  The rest agreed with various noises of enjoyment and surprise. Shima said something about Rin being like a housewife and Yukio snickered. "Cooking is Rin's only talent." He informed them.

"I was gonna mention disguising the taste of poison in food, but that skill's in the same category." Rin said, eyes flitting to Yukio's serving as a corner of his lips turned up in a barely there smirk before he went back to his own food with his normal neutral expression. He had an excellent poker face, but Suguro was calling his bluff, because whether this food was poisoned or not, it was good enough to die for.

Yukio, however, froze and looked down at his food suspiciously. "Geez, teach is actually scared." Shima laughed. Yukio regained his composure and finished his food, than went on to do more explaining that Rin barely listened to because it was incredibly overcomplicated when he told them.

Suguro kindly pointed out that Shura was underaged and Rin scoffed at him. That Rooster really believed Shura was eighteen?

Yukio seemed to be thinking along the same lines, giving Suguro a strange look. "What are you talking about, she's twenty-si–" Clank!

He froze. "Whoops, my hand slipped~!" Shura sang. The group all but whipped around when they heard laughter from behind them. Rin was laughing at Shura's 'slip.'

"He's never laughed before." Konekomeru whispered in amazement. "Of course he laughed at his brother's misfortune." Shima snorted. "It's weird to see him express emotion." Suguro muttered, thoroughly weirded out. He noted Rin's laugh was actually kind of nice, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind.

When Rin was done laughing, they turned back to their teacher, who was getting irritated now. "Nyahahahaha, he's pissed, he's pissed~!" Shura sang.

After Yukio finished his intructions, Shura grabbed Rin and pulled him  against her. "Don't use your flames, 'kay kid? You're not so bad and it would suck for you to be their weapon." She reminded him. Rin was surprised she could remember to be discreet as drunk as she was. He nodded and went to his place at the border of the magic circle.

Finally, they got into position. Yukio fired off a shot and they took off. Pretty soon, Rin was swarmed by moths that were biting him and sucking up his blood. He figured they must have been demon moths if they wanted his blood. He swatted at them, but decided to give up on the flashlight. Their numbers lessened without the light to attract them, but they were some persistent bugs. "Goddamn blood sucking moths!" Rin growled. He heard a piercing scream and elected to ignore it. It was probably Shiemi, but she was scared of everything, so it could be something minor. She'd be fine.

Then the chuchi started swarming him even more. He was starting to feel a little dizzy, possibly from blood loss, so he sat down on a rock and took a drink of water. The bugs were gonna be a bigger problem then he expected. Ah, fuck it. Rin let out blue flames around his body, just a thin layer, and the chuchi burned easily.

He got up and extinguished his fire when the crowd of bugs was significantly smaller. He should have been getting close a lantern if Yukio's instructions were to be trusted. He heard someone else yell–a deeper tone, no doubt it was Suguro–and then Shima as well. What is going on with these guys? They don't have fire like me to burn the bugs away, but don't they know Fatal Verses?

Rin stayed on the move until he found a crappy old bridge. It had a good number of old, peeling seals on it. It was too rickety to cross and on closer inspection, the dark moving stuff he thought was water was actually bugs in the riverbed.

He grimaced, but crossed through the bugs anyways. They tried to crawl up his clothes, but he swatted them off easily. As soon as he climbed back onto land on the other side, he was grabbed by something from behind. Warm, soft tendrils curled around his wrists and ankles and even his torso.

"What the hell?!" He cried as he was pulled up into the air. The tentacles took him close to their master's eyes and then they started moving fast through the foliage. It was dizzying and Rin swallowed bile back more than once until finally, he was dropped on a rock that protruded from the trees and foliage of the forest. Amaimon the Earth King stood above him as he groaned. The demon had targeted him specifically while distracting the other students to make them think it was happening to all of them while he abducted Rin.

As soon as he had the chance, Rin tackled Amaimon's knees and pinned him to the ground. "What do you want from me? You wanna play again?" Rin asked, getting annoyed now. He was trying to accomplish something and this asshole was getting in the way.

Amaimon nodded eagerly. "Yes! I want to play again! But this time, use the sword!" He insisted, pushing Rin off of him. Rin did a handstand, wrapped his legs around the demon's neck, and squeezed, cutting off his air supply. Amaimon easily pulled him off and threw him off into a tree. Rin got up quick and took out his knife, always hidden up his sleeve in case of emergency(Rin had already sewed makeshift sheathes inside his uniform sleeves just like he had done to all his normal long-sleeved shirts and jackets).

"I don't have my sword with me, but I've got this." The knife was alight with ghostly blue flames, making it look more threatening than a kitchen knife should.

He charged the Earth King and they fought. Rin lost track of time. They exchanged blows and scratches and jabs. Rin sunk his knife into Amaimon a few times, but the Earth King recovered almost immediately, just like Rin recovered fast from where Amaimon sunk his long claws into him. The Earth King batted his knife far away into the foliage at one point, but Rin was fine with that. He'd always been more of a brawler.

They both got increasingly bloody and battered as the fight went on, but both Rin and Amaimon enjoyed the rush of the fight way too much to be normal. Rin figured that must have been a Demon thing.

Where Rin began slowing down, Amaimon kept at it at the same place, beginning to overtake the half-demon in the fight. Rin only narrowly avoided getting sliced to ribbons or becoming ground meat several times because his reflexes were on point after fighting so often back when he lived in the Monastery.

Shura appeared out of the brush, looking a little worse for wear as well. "Take it, Rin!" She threw his sword to him and he unsheathed it without a second thought. He hated using the sword, but he hoped he'd get a power boost to beat this asshole.

Bright, brilliant, electric-blue exploded from his body and his sword, lighting the whole scene in ghostly blue flames as they danced over the son of Satan, his irises warped and his features more demonic than before. In a way, it was almost beautiful. One thing was for sure–it was horrifyingly fascinating to watch him begin to overtake Amaimon with sheer power, to watch him incinerate trees and crush boulders to dust and crack the ground they stood on.

Mephisto watched the spectacle from above. This was the best source of entertainment for him and as a plus, Amaimon was having lots of fun, which meant he'd leave Mephisto alone for a bit after this.

The other students showed up to help, despite Shura's order to stay in the circle. She growled. Now she'd have to report to the higher-ups. There were witnesses. She couldn't just lie now. Damn it, kids!

The students gaped at the sight before them. Rin stood above Amaimon in all his battle-work glory, facing off against the Demon King of Earth with Luminescent blue flames that were unmistakable.

Rin didn't let up his barrage of merciless attacks on the Earth King until Mephisto stepped in. Rin was going to lose himself to the flames at this rate and that would not be good for his school or Rin's sword. The principal grabbed the two demons to separate them and locked Amaimon in his cuckoo clock.

Rin growled and leaped forward, out of the man's grasp. He slashed with his sword and cut the cuckoo clock in half, grabbing Amaimon from it and sending them both crashing to the ground. They tumbled, scratching and biting at each other like hatchlings. Mephisto sighed at the childish brawling, pulling them apart once more. Amaimon punched him in the face to get him to let go and Mephisto snapped his gloved fingers sharply, banishing Amaimon to a Pocket Dimension instead of one of his many prisons. He'd deal with the Earth King later.

Mephisto finally sheathed the still flaming Kurikara and the only light they had were the first rays of sunlight. Rin went slack so suddenly, the man almost dropped him. It seemed the power boost from unsheathing Kurikara had used up all of Rin's stamina.

The students, who'd witnessed the most brutal part of the fight, looked absolutely horrified. Yukio looked rather upset and Shura looked very irritated.

The Headmaster sighed and pulled Rin up do he had a better hold on the boy. He'd take the scenic route to meet the Paladin so Rin had some time to rest and heal his damaged body.

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"Get up, Rin." Mephisto shook him awake.

"Arthur August Angel, Paladin. Come with me, demon." A tall blonde man with a white dress and an unnecessarily large sword grabbed Rin's arm and pulled him along. He had a steel grip and a steely expression to match.

He forced Rin through doors until they came to a huge courtroom. There was a mosaic of the Arch Angels versus what Rin guessed to be the Demon Kings after he saw one person that looked somewhat like Mephisto. Go figure that clown bastard was a Demon King.

Angel told him to kneel, gave him 0.01seconds to do so, then forced him down and kept him there by severing his right leg at the calf. "Behave and stay down." He ordered, ignoring Rin's shout of pain.

"I don't really have a choice." The teen bit out, wincing at the pain shooting up his leg when the sword shifted.

"Don't talk back, Satan Spawn." The Paladin hissed.

"I have a name." Rin gritted out, trying to ignore the pain in his leg since no one was offering pain killers and he figured he'd be here a while.

"Trust me, you'll be dead soon enough. There's no point in learning it." Angel scoffed.

"I'd rather live, thanks." Rin responded.

"I heard you were heartless. Your file says you've got a severe case of emotional detachment that keeps you from being even partially normal like a human. You have no feelings, so why do you want to live so bad?" Angel sneered in his ear. "I have feelings, they're just shut away so I never have to feel like I did during the incident that caused the detachment. I'm not a sociopath, dumbass." Rin sneered.

"And why do you want to live so badly?" Angel inquired.

"Because it's more appealing to live and be able to spite the people who say I'm not allowed to." Rin grinned sharply, flashing his pearly white fangs at the man and grinning wider at the flinch it got him.

He knew he was pissing off the supposedly strongest exorcist in the Order, but he gave zero fucks. This guy was a tool who only saw the world in black and white and refused to believe anything could be grey–humans were good, demons were evil, and even the worst humans were better than demons. Rin just wanted to fucking sleep and not have to deal with people in general, but no, everyone kept him awake until morning.

Three heavily robed people stepped up. Rin was dazed, tired, and in pain, but he looked up anyways. They said something about Mephisto betraying them and then went onto the topic that Rin was Satan's son.

Mephisto, the crazy bastard, agreed that it was Rin in the image shown and said now wasn't the time for games or secrets. Something about people seeing a report fifteen years ago involving Rin's mom and Shiro. Rin didn't really care, he was focusing on the pain running through his severed leg. He tried not to shift too much.

Finally, they got to the part where they asked the clown bastard why he'd let Rin live.

"In order to create a weapon to fight Satan!" Mephisto declared with the most serious face anyone's ever seen on him, though it wasn't without a sinister grin. Then the demon proceeded to try and make a gamble. Rin didn't mind as long as he got to live. Surviving an attack from Satan a few months before just to die here would be a waste of his time.

"Will he become a Knight for True Cross or will he become a Demon King of Gehenna?" Mephisto made a grand gesture. "I hate both of those equally." Rin grumbled, quiet enough for only him to hear.

Angel decided to step in and protest that Mephisto was a demon who was too good at spouting pretty words. Rin was getting fed up with these people blabbering about him when he was right here.

"Shut up! I'm a living being whether you like it or not. I may be unable to sympathise with people, but I at least know how to make decisions that benefit both sides. So I'll make this deal with you: In six months, I'll take the Exorcist Qualification Exam. If I pass, I'll be your weapon. But I want access to classified and top secret information. And until I graduate Highschool, only call me in for the most important things so I don't miss out too much. I ain't failin' school just 'cause you fucks can't handle shit yourselves." He called up to the robes figured above him.

They room was silent for a second before erupting into noise. The Exorcists all along the balconies protested the idea and Rin made faces at them and flipped a few off just because they weren't allowed to even touch him right now. Rin took advantage of situations that were on his side.

The judge guy up at the top silenced them. "We have considered this deal. However, all of the things you ask for in exchange for being our weapon is too much. So, we offer you only four months to prepare for an Exorcist Qualification Exam for just you. If you pass that, we will accept your deal. Another thing we ask is that you wear some form of a tracker so we know your movements. That is our final offer." The man said. Rin considered it. Four moths to train. But he'd get everything he asked for. Even with a tracker, that didn't sound too bad.

Rin knew they'd probably screw him over once he graduated highschool and put him through hell, but it was this or die at the moment. If things got shitty in the future, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

"I accept."

"WHAT?! ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!" Angel lost his shit and Rin cackled on the floor beneath him.

"Angel, I suggest you calm down. Since young Rin here will be in the higher ranks, he might be your apprentice some day. You would take him on important missions with you and teach him everything you know about the Order." The robed woman chided.

Angel looked like he'd rather die. If Rin wasn't already on the floor, he would've fallen to the floor with how hard he was laughing at the man's misfortune. He stood up, his leg now fully re-attached after Angel took his sword out in shock as he waved his arms around and protested the decision.

"It's okay. I'm an easy person to deal with." Rin chuckled at Angel's livid expression before walking away.

He tugged at Mephisto's sleeve to get his attention. "If you don't bring me home so I can sleep, I'm going to murder everyone in this damn room." He threatened with a poker face and a flat voice that hid a murderer in its depths.

"Oh dear, we've got a grouchy demon boy on our hands." Mephisto tittered.

The demon snapped Rin to his dorm room and left, dreading the paperwork he'd get from this trial.