WEEK THREE EXECUTION

[grigori]

week three: execution interred with their bones

Hopefully you got a long night of sleep? Barring that, you got whatever answers, or closure, you might have needed. Because it's strangely quiet, the following Sunday morning. There's something almost oppressive hanging over the city, the market silent for the day as businesses remain closed and merchants remain indoors.

Breaking the silence, somewhere, much like the song of Friday, there is the echoing, cruel laughter of voices you should faintly recognize throughout the city. It's followed by humming of that newly familiar song. It's strongest, interestingly, close to the outpost.

As time turns to 1 PM, though, there is a change as the voices fade. While there's no compulsion to investigate it, there's a small gathering out beyond the outpost, in the desert proper. Your three Watchers are here with their daemons, and so are... Rin, and his daemon, front and center. All damages and evidence, anything amiss from the weekend, is all gone, and replaced with the state of the city from the week prior.

Nearby, the Watchers stand clustered together. Satariel stands close to Rin, hand gently between his shoulders, though they periodically look back Yomiel's way or around the area with an uneasy dread. Yomiel stands a short distance away from the others, avoiding the others' gaze as well as they can (that is, badly). Their ocelot daemon crouches beside them, fur bristling. Rameel stands somewhere between Satariel and Yomiel to act as some sort bridge between the three of them. Their puma daemon settled by their feet as it keeps tabs on Yomiel's ocelot as Rameel makes sure to not look away.

And then, another party will be compelled to join them. Yukio will find that his feet are carrying him to his destination, Miki sticking close to him as they travel past bones across shifting sands. Once he passes a certain point, opposite where Rin stands, he'll find that he can't go back, and neither can his daemon.

Likewise, no one can enter the area further than where the three Watchers stand, Satariel having been pushed back, stopped only by their daemon shifting to its bear form. There will be no interfering from outside parties, no matter what it is that's about to happen. Any attempts to do so will result in them meeting an invisible barrier, one that rebuffs them with the same amount of force used against it—so take care.

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Comments

[aono]

Yeah.

[Right, weapons. Even if this is an execution, he's supposed to pretend to care about fighting. He looks over his choices: katana, or giant bone. ...it's not really a choice at all, he's going for the sword. At least the familiar weight in his hands helps steady him. Though he just stands there, sword still in its scabbard, as he waits for Yukio to finish checking the gun.]

I'm not gonna fight you, so...whenever you're ready.

[He just sounds so defeated. Like he's lost so much that he can't keep going.

When Yukio is done checking the gun though, Rin will grin and point to the center of his forehead.]

You can hit the mark, yeah? I don't need to draw a bullseye or anything?

1/2

[reflash]

Of course I can. That's the reason Father Fujimoto kept me alive, after all.

However, since I have this opportunity, there's something I've wanted to do for a while.

[Yukio pauses for a second to remove the sling and unwrap the bandages from his left arm. He certainly doesn't need that anymore, there's no point in keeping up that charade.

He walks up to Rin and--]

2/2

[reflash]

[just straight up punches him in the face. With a smile.]

Let's have a proper fight to the death, nii-san. After all, neither of us should ever have been allowed to live.

[aono]

[He is actually not expecting that at all and is thrown back a couple steps by it. His hand goes up to his nose- not broken, thankfully- and he's left staring at Yukio.]

What kinda statement is that? I'm not gonna fight you, Yukio. Brothers shouldn't fight to the death.

[He straightens himself up, wiping at his nose one last time. Even if he doesn't want to fight, he's going to be ready to dodge if Yukio tries to punch him again. That last punch hurt. When did Yukio learn how to punch like that?]

Besides, what's with that 'neither of us' crap? You're fine, you're a normal human. I'm the only cursed one here.

[reflash]

You haven't realized it yet, have you?

The only reason Father Fujimoto let me live was so there'd always be someone around who could kill you if it became necessary. [He doesn't stop smiling.]

So I'd prefer to give you a chance to fight back, rather that just shooting you in the head again.

[aono]

[Okay, Rin is starting to get mad now. There's no fire leaking out of him like it usually does- thank goodness for power limitations, we don't need another fireball explosion here- but he's still gritting his teeth before yelling back at Yukio in a tone that's probably become familiar to everyone here by now, given how often Rin gets into verbal arguments.]

Cut the crap, Yukio! Dad didn't save you to be a backup plan! He's our Dad, he saved you because he loved us!

[He's going to use the sword, still in its scabbard, to point at Yukio.]

You always do this bullshit! You keep assuming the worst and taking it all on yourself without asking for help! You have to TALK to people if you're having problems, dumbass!

[reflash]

[He laughs. It's not a happy sound.]

No, he loved you. He always despised me, but you never could see that! You always assume the best from everyone! I bet you thought that somehow you'd get out of this, despite not having the brains to cover your own tracks!

You certainly didn't talk to me, or ask me for help!

[He grabs that scabbard and pulls, trying to throw Rin off balance, bring his brother towards him and punch him in the stomach. He's not holding back at all.]

[aono]

[Rin, a fool, holds onto the sword and is tugged along into a punch. The oof is audible there and Rin nearly buckles and falls to his knees. Fighting is so much harder without his demon strength.

But he grits his teeth and stays on hie feet, scowling up at Yukio as he grabs onto the sword with both hands. His words are a bit breathless but no less loud.]

And you always assume the worst! You're so self-centered, you prick! You think that someone not talking to you about something means they hate you! You've always been like that!

I didn't ask you for help because I couldn't! I couldn't just walk up to you and say "hey, my demon half killed this guy, help me cover it up"! And when I actually did look to you for help, you had already closed yourself off and didn't notice!

[He is now yanking on the sword, trying to yank it out of Yukio's hands entirely.]

Open your eyes! What point was there in me getting you new glasses if you don't use them!

[reflash]

[Rin pulls on the sword, and Yukio... pulls harder. A quick step and slide of his leg to sweep Rin's feet out from under him.]

You really will die today if you don't take things seriously.

[aono]

[Aaand there he goes. To his credit, he's still holding onto the sword as he falls flat on his back.]

I already know I'm dying today, Yukio. But not until I knock some sense into you!

[Being prone on his back means he can kick at Yukio's feet too and knock him down as well.]

Why won't you just talk to me, huh?!

[reflash]

[He catches himself by landing with a knee in Rin's stomach instead of on the ground. It's a deliberate move.]

Nii-san. Do you really think you're going to be able to "knock some sense into me"? You barely know how to fight. If you value your life, at least try to defeat this weak little brother of yours.

[aono]

[Well, there goes his breath for the second time in 30 seconds. At this rate he'll die of asphyxiation.

But instead of complaining, he finds himself chuckling, as much as he can while he's had the wind knocked out of him. 'Weak little brother', is it?]

I don't think I can call you that anymore. You've gotten strong in the last year, haven't you?

[He sounds...proud? That Yukio is stronger? This boy's emotions, man.]

[reflash]

[He grabs Rin by the collar, pulls him up as he stands. Punches him in the stomach again.

That laugh is back.]

The last year? Who did you say needed glasses?

You only started noticing anything going on around you after Father Fujimoto died! You never noticed a damn thing before that!

[aono]

[Rin is easily dragged up and punched, his only reaction being flinching and coughing in pain. Is that a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth?

But once he's recovered, he just gazes at Yukio with sad eyes. It's not wrong, Rin hasn't been watching Yukio so closely. That's how he got away with all that secret training for years and years, Rin never watched carefully enough to notice how Yukio was changing.

'If he's stronger, then he'll win. Fight. Stop holding back.'

Rin continues to ignore the voice poking at the back of his mind, and instead focuses only on Yukio.]

You're right, I should have been paying better attention. But even if it's just for a moment, I can see you now. You're strong. I'm- I'm really proud of you, you know? You're smart, you're strong, you always know what to do...

['Stop it! Fight him!']

...you'll do just fine, I know it. You're a better person than I could ever hope to be.

[reflash]

You're wrong. [That smile drops, and Yukio slams the back of his gun into the side of Rin's face.]

In case you didn't notice, I'm about to beat you to death with my own two hands.

1/2

[aono]

[The gun hits his face and there's definitely something broken now, but Rin can't think straight long enough to figure out what hurts. It won't matter anyway soon, right? His head is swimming, his vision is going blurry, and Yukio might have a clean shot if Rin just passes out here.]

2/2

[aono]

[But he doesn't pass out. After a moment of being unbalanced, Rin's hand abruptly snaps out. It grabs onto the hilt of the sword, rather than the scabbard, drawing it easily in one smooth motion as Rin uses a half-turn to put some distance between him and Yukio. Just enough distance to be out of punching range.

The eyes that meet Yukio's gaze are cold, unkind. The movements fluid and deadly at the same time. His posture is one that speaks to a level of seriousness that Rin has never shown here.

This isn't Rin. This is Something Else.]

[reflash]

There you are. [Yukio says, and his smile is back, but different now. He's found his target.]

I was wondering when I'd get the chance to meet you.

[aono]

You weren't hitting him right. Aren't you supposed to be the demon expert? Target their hearts to let weaknesses form so demons can slip in.

[The voice is still Rin's, and yet it's not at the same time. The speech is clipped, straight to the point, lacking in any of the emotion that Rin shows pretty much every time he speaks. And yet, the words still sound like something Rin could say, albeit in his cruelest moments.

It's Rin, but it's not, but it is all over again. Who is he?

The demon works his wrist a few times, stretching it out as he starts to circle Yukio. Rinkou is hissing in the background- hissing at Rin- but makes no other move.]

Wrong choice, little brother. I'm not gonna kneel down and die like that soft-hearted weakling.

[reflash]

I wouldn't expect you to. [He's still, watching the demon circle him. Yukio's body language has shifted too, more ready for a fight than before. This isn't his brother, this is a demon, and he is an exorcist. He knows how to compartmentalize. He has to.]

[aono]

[Well compartmentalize this, Yukio: the demon is going to come in swinging, stepping quickly and aiming a piercing stab right towards where Yukio is standing.

The form may be familiar. While Rin himself often forgets what he learns, his instincts have retained the knowledge of months of sword training with Shura. And this demon is functioning mostly on instinct right now.]

[reflash]

[Rin's training has had months to form the sort of muscle memory that the demon is relying on now. But Yukio's been training for almost a decade.

He sidesteps, strikes the side of the blade with the butt of his gun to try and unbalance the demon, in the same movement gets behind it and slams a fist into its spine, right between the shoulder blades.]

[aono]

[The demon stumbles, but he can predict the kind of attack Yukio is going for. So instead of forcing himself to stand back up (and meet that fist with his spine), he continues with the motion and tumbles forward, under Yukio's arms and away from him.

And as he tumbles, his tail- long and white-blue, to match his new hair color- sweeps across to try to knock Yukio off his feet.]

[reflash]

[Yukio steps on that tail, hard.]

[aono]

[Fuck.

The demon is screeching yowling like a cat (thanks Lisa) and trying to yank his tail out from under Yukio's foot with one hand, while trying to stab Yukio's legs with the sword in the other.]