"Don't forget you have friends!"

Friends... it was such a foreign word to him.

The wind ruffled Rin's dark hair as he sat on the room of the dorm, staring at the grey sky.

Yukio was probably going to scold him later for skipping out on class...

Somehow, Rin didn't seem to care. Not anymore. Not again.

His blue eyes, which were usually alight with energy and so much emotion, were dull and blank, void of any emotion.

Demon... A malicious voice at the back of his head hissed at him, cackling at the twinge of hurt Rin felt.

That was right. He was a demon. A disgusting demon. Not just any demon, though. He was the spawn of the God of Demons, the King of Gehenna, Satan.

He was a monster.

Why else would his friends avoid him? Why would Konekomaru look at him as though he was going to go berserk at any given moment and burn them to ashes with his cursed blue flame?

Why else would Suguro send him hateful glares, as though he was Satan himself?

Why would Shima look at him cautiously, as though he would lash out at them?

Why else would Shiemi cringe every time he so much as glanced in her direction?

Why, why else would Yukio, his dear twin brother-

"You should just give yourself up to the vatican."

his little brother whom he cared for so much, protected as much as he could-

"Or better yet, you should just die."

- point a gun at him?

Why?

He didn't ask for this. He didn't ask to be Satan's bastard child. He didn't ask to be... a monster.

But he was.

He was a monster.

He felt his feet blindly stagger to the edge of the roof. He didn't even register in his mind what his body had already decided to do.

"We're your friends!"

"You don't have to do everything by yourself!"

"You can trust us!"

A broken grin came to Rin's face as he stood.

Trust. What a fragile thing it was. So easily given, yet so easily betrayed.

It was cruel twist of fate, really. Rin had finally gotten friends, after going about his whole life without anyone to call a friend.

And, just as quickly, they shunned him for who he was. Or, rather, who his father was.

But then again, Yukio and he shared the same father. Yukio wasn't an outcast like he was.

No, Yukio wasn't, because he hadn't inherited their blood father's accursed flames.

But Rin had.

It always came down to the flames, didn't it?

If he hadn't inherited the flames, maybe things would have turned out differently. Maybe he would still have been human.

Maybe Yukio wouldn't have needed to become an exorcist because he could see the demons from the temptaint he gave him.

Maybe Father Fujimoto would be still alive.

It would have been better if he had never been born.

That's right. If he hadn't been born, Yukio could have lived a normal life. And Father Fujimoto wouldn't have died.

He had died, because of Rin.

His own brother hated him, that much he could see. Yukio hated, despised his big brother.

Rin gave him the temptaint.

Rin caused dad to die.

It was all Rin's fault.

After all, that was true.

Wasn't it?

Yukio was justified in his hatred towards Rin.

Even the Vatican. They too were justified in wanting Rin's execution.

Angel was justified in cutting off Rin's foot.

After all, Rin's 'papa' killed so many exorcists in one night.

Rin's 'papa' was the reason why so many people couldn't see their loved ones again. His 'papa' had killed them, sending them into a blaze of blue flames, consuming their body with the heat.

The parent's sin is the child's sin.

Right?

"Those flames can kill people!"

That was right. They could. They could burn, and burn, and burn.

Rin closed his eyes.

"Why... why are you laughing?!"

The image of his friends' horrified faces from that day was burned into his mind.

"There's nothing funny about this!"

Shiemi was crying, wasn't she? He had made her cry, because he was a monster.

"You can trust us!"

He had, hadn't he? He trusted them with his secret, and they had betrayed that trust.

A drop fell from the sky, splattering against the ground. More quickly followed, falling hard and quick.

The drops of water hammered down on Rin painfully.

What a befitting weather for his misarable mood.

A tear slid down his cheek, almost concealed by the rain.

"They lied." Rin whispered bitterly, more tears rolling down his cheeks.

Everyone would be better off without him, right?

Then, he let himself fall.

[A/N I am such a horrible person. I keep doing horrible things to all the characters I write about. Well, if you're crying right now from this, then I guess my job is done.

Hope you enjoyed- actually, that's a little sadistic if you did. But anyway, please leave a review and tell me what you think!

Bye!

~ Gwntan12]