Rin was pretty sure he was allergic to the color pink. Every February as the hated day approached he itched. He supposed that there wasn’t really anything that bad about Valentine’s Day, sure he never got any cards or candy himself, but by the end of the day Yukio always had a mass of chocolate that the older twin could gorge himself on. No, the only horrible thing about Valentine’s Day was all that PINK. It wasn’t so bad if it was just a little pink, Sheimi in a pink kimono was always a welcome sight, but when he was surrounded by the color it drove him crazy. As the month progressed and pink paper hearts of all shades made their way into the school Rin found himself unable to make it from one class to the next without an itch, a twitch, or a sneeze. Pink was taking over and Rin wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle it. He made special care to stay away from him. Yes him the exorcist that just had to have hair in the hated color. Rin felt bad for avoiding his friend, especially after how he had quickly accepted him after finding out about his demonic lineage, but it was his hair! And short of holding down the Kyoto boy and shaving his head there was no way Rin was going near the exorcist as things were now.

When the horrible day finally arrived Bon laughed as Rin unburdened his soul to the older boy walking down the hall on their way to class, nose dripping. “Yer’ allergic to pink? That’s impossible, yer’ can’t be allergic to a color!” he guffawed, taking pleasure in the young demon’s suffering. Rin pouted at the taller boy’s teasing. “What do you know anyway? Rooster head.” he snapped.  Shuguro snorted, “A heck of a lot more than you.” Satan’s spawn stormed past him into the classroom, where he glared at a pink heart shaped card lying on his desk innocently. He slammed himself down at his desk, picking up the piece of paper and ripping it in half, figuring it was a cruel joke played on him by Yukio or one of the exwires. He heard a gasp and saw a wide eyed Sheimi staring at him. He looked down at the paper on his desk and had a horrible revelation. “I’msorryIdidn’trealiseIdidn’tmeantopleasedon’tcry!” he exclaimed, trying his best to comfort the distraught blonde. He heard a snicker from the corner and saw Bon and Renzou laughing at him. “Is there a problem?” he asked, letting just a little of his trademark blue flames slip into his glare. The exorcists quickly shut up. Yukio walked in and cram school started, leading into the long hours where Rin liked to sleep and nap, that was until Shura’s class started. What was with these people and their pink hair? Getting sniffley as the teacher, not a big believer in personal space asked him a question from approximately two inches away. By the time the final bell rang Rin was bruised and beaten both physically and emotionally, stupid Shura, and ready to return to his dorm.

Rin walked back to the abandoned building he shared with his twin alone; Yukio was grading papers and probably wouldn’t be back till very late that night or early the next morning. As Rin stood in the kitchen making himself dinner he heard noises upstairs. He looked to Uchabach, “What is Kuro doing?” he asked not expecting an answer from the small demon. He headed out of the kitchen only to see Kuro sleeping on one of the dining tables. Rin’s blood froze. He heard more noise coming from the dorm area and headed toward his room. Rin crept up the stairs, his hand at the hilt of Kurikara, as he slowly approached the door. He threw it open, drawing his flame covered kunai. The sight before him was a confusing one, Bon had Renzou pinned to the ground and appeared to be forcing him into a hot pink kimono, while Konekomaru just stood to the side and watched. The largest boy looked up and cursed. “Crap, I thought we had a little more time,” then sighing, “I guess this’ll have to do.” Stunned Rin was quickly shoved without fighting into his open closet by the smallest of the group, while Suguro simply lifted the youngest Renzou brother and tossed him on top of the blinking half demon. The closet door was slammed shut and a low mumbling was heard as the two arias used their combined power to seal the door more tightly than any lock could have. After taking a few seconds to find his bearings Rin started Screaming, “Let me outta here you stupid hicks!!!!!! If you wanna live to see your exorcist exams you sure as Gehenna better let me out right freakin’ now!” The young demons screams soon devolved into fits of coughing and sneezing as his body complained at his closeness to the pink haired boy, who happened to be dressed in more pink than a certain demon king could call fashionable. “Get offa me!” cried Rin as he tried to remove the boy, who happened to have landed on his chest, from his current position, but the closet was small, and it took the two boys ten minutes and countless curses as well as sneezes to position themselves at opposite ends of the cramped space.

Once the job was thoroughly done Shima sighed, “Can’t you just burn us out of here?” the lazy boy asked. “Oh heck no!” the demon exclaimed his massive coughing fits were just watering eyes and a runny nose by this point, “As much as I want outta here Yukio would have my head if I destroy one more thing in our room. Plus what am I gonna wear if I burn all of my clothes. Nuh uh, not gonna happen.” The pinkette drooped at the finality of his voice, “Why’d I have to be stuck here with you of all people.” he moaned. “You gotta problem with me?” Rin bristled. Shima looked at the boy across the closet from him, “You’ve been avoiding me like the plague all week. I feel like I should be the one asking you that question.” Rin looked away from the other teen guiltily, “It’s not you exactly; it’s your hair. The stupid color makes me sneeze.” Shima looked at him in disbelief, “You’re allergic to the color of my hair?” he paused as Rin nodded shamefully, “I have been freaking out and you were just worried because my hair gives you the sniffles?” He was yelling at this point. “Not just your hair,” Rin defended, “everything pink gives me allergies. It’s just not usually this bad.” Rin explained, “It only becomes a problem when Valentine’s Day is near.” Renzou nodded in understanding, “Then there’s only one thing to do.” The pinkette stated. “What?” the blue haired half breed asked, his innocent expression clashing with his demonic heritage. “Shock therapy!” Shima exclaimed launching himself across the small space and shoving his thick head of hair straight into Rin’s Face. The coughing went on for a good thirty minutes as Rin choked on the pinkettes hair. After that though Rins coughing subsided and he was able to breathe normally. “See it worked!” Renzou said happily. “Die.” The younger Okumara twin said, with a voice and expression that seemed to be a reflection of the very face of Satan. “But it worked…” squeaked out the cowardly teen. “Yeah, I guess it did.” sighed the blue haired boy. Shima smiled, “Happy Valentine’s Day Rin.” Rin sighed again, “Happy Valentine’s Day Shima.”