Rin's POV
"Do you still trust that thing, cause I don't," I growl at Yukio. We've been following his "reliable" in his words, demon sensor for HOURS. Or at least that's what it feels like. I'm now apparently dragging like a two year old, and Yukio is my mommy. He's supposed to be the younger one, but he's more like an adult then me.

"We've been doing this for HOURS man, can we just get the heck outta here, there's no... Demons," I stop. Yukio's sensor is going nuts, and when I look, there's apparently an S-class demon in the room. We both gasp, and our eyes meet. Satan & myself are both S-class. We're the only ones I've ever seen. I honestly don't want to meet another.

We turn to the doors on the right of us. In there, there's supposedly a demon like me. In the deepest parts of my mind, I guess I'm sort of curious who or what this is.

"Should we go in? I mean, it's an A & S class vs. one S class, how hard can it be?" I say with a smile, trying to brighten the mood. Yukio doesn't even try to humor me. I sigh, sometimes I hate my twin.

"We should ask for backup," he says in a strained voice, which surprises me. Yukio never shows when he's stressed or scared. Although I guess this type of thing can rattle up anybody.

He tries to call for help, when I grab his phone & chuck it down the corridor.
"Hey!" He protests, "what was that for?" He frowns the way his phone disappeared.

"I'm doing this without backup, whether you're with me or not. I'm finding out what it is," I snarl, showing my fangs as I cross my arms. I've said what I'm going to do, and I'm not budging.

Yukio is fuming. "Fine," he spits, "I'll be with you." I try to hide it, but my face lights up. We're brothers, and even when he's a not nice word, we're better with two.

We nod at each other, and I burst into blue flames as I open my sword. I feel my teeth & ears elongate, and my tail slips out of my shirt. I look over at Yukio and see he's done the same thing- sort of. His flames are smaller & he's got no tail, which makes him a class A demon. I bust the door down, which earns me a glare from my twin, and try to see through the rubble I scattered.

That's when I see it. I expected to see an ugly, slimy ten eyed beast or something like that. But that's not what I see. I see an angel.