A fresh path

The young child grinned happily at making the clear shot that had hit Shirou directly, his reaction was priceless! The boy indeed did have some shred of guilt to his older brother but every time he thought simply of the trouble they had caused each other in the early hours of today he felt as if he didn't owe Emiya a apology whatsoever~!

“I know who are you, silly~ You see, I’m sure this might be hard to take in but I've been traveling over many years to find you.“

Was this really so? Rin looked up at the female with a look of confusion; the simple day built for sparring had turned in to one crazy encounter of someone whom Rin was sure he had never met in his life but was apparent to of been searching him for many years? Right now, it was normal for the boy to make some witty comment to back up his insult of her being a grandma, but he remained silent for the next few moments - trying to take just this little thing in. He didn't exactly feel famous like some may from being known by a complete stranger - but he felt as if there was some connection between himself and Shura.

"Why me..?"

He asked after a while of thinking; the whole situation had turned serious now and even Rin could sense that, perhaps because the whole joking facial expressions the lady had had stuck to her face a few minutes ago had completely faded. When the female placed her hand not on, but inside her chest - Rin didn't know whether to puke from the image of the woman touching herself in front of the young kid or to scream and run for his life at what he just believed to be a ghost. Although; it wasn't before long when a long sheathed katana-like sword was pulled directly from Shura's chest. How on earth could she do something like that? Honestly, Rin had seen bizarre things already in the past few weeks or so but every new thing like this was enough to shock him.

The sheath of the blade glew a radiant blue colour, reflecting the light as if it were glimmering. Who's was it? Shura's? He questioned, wait-hang on. Had she spent all these years to find this boy just to chop his head off?! He knew he should of kept his mouth shut and not said anything harsh!

“The objective of my long journey was always to search for the wielder of this sword. Its name is Kurikara, and legend has it that it was once wielded by a great warrior, Fukaku, of whom upon assuming the right to wield this weapon, slew an impure king who’s power rivaled the gods themselves."

Rin had to keep up, it was hard considering he hadn't really spoken to many nor had any schooling to learn such things in one take and although it may of felt like some fairy-tale story to most, the kid felt as if Shura was in fact telling the truth. Was it the fact that he had just learnt about the shinigami and the Hollows from his elder brother?

So Kurikara was the name of the sword that Shura was holding, it was truly magnificent, something one shouldn't hold out in the open, was that maybe the connection he had felt with Shura? The moment he had laid eyes on the sword was when he felt a strange familiar sensation within his body he had felt when near-death. Was this Fukaku person really real? Had he slayed a king with powers of a god?

"Of course, it came within the possession of a priest, and before he left, he gave this sword to me, so that I would bestow it upon you."

A priest? Who was this priest and how did he know about the young boy? Some of these things really didn't add up and no matter how many questions Rin had racked up in his head, he couldn't speak. He couldn't get over the fact that this woman was trying to give Kurikara to him. He had no idea how to even hold a sword, let alone fight with one. This was crazy!

"Rin Okumura… you are inherently human, that much is true. However, you are not completely so. You are both human and demon, in other words, a half-breed. And your father… is Satan himself. “

The boy's eyes widened in shock and horror, S-Satan? The same Satan that was supposedly to be the ruler of Hell? Was this for real? No, it couldn't be...Rin knew for a fact that Satan, Hell and all of that demon stuff was a myth! It was in too many horror stories to be real. Of course Rin didn't know his own father and hardly knew his own mother but believing Shura was trying to twist his memory like that, was cruel. He refused to believe any of this, he refused to believe he had any part of his blood tainted with that of a demon.

“T-that’s crazy! You must be kidding! Enough with the jokes already!”

So Shirou, his own brother really wasn't in on any of this. If his brother was so shocked to hear something like this then...it couldn't be real, right? Rin was convinced that Shirou knew everything; his face grew pale at everything that was said.

”I’m not joking, dimwit! I’m telling the truth!”

What was the boy supposed to believe? The truth hurt but there was so many things to back what was just said. Rin didn't want to believe in Satan or things like that but then there were the Hollows and Shinigami and the woman who just placed her hand inside her own chest and pulled out something that would be almost the size of his own bed.

"Right! And I’m sure you’re gonna pull out another weapon and tell me I’m the son of god! Don’t kid me like that!”

If this was the truth then would Shirou still like him? He thought of when he was in the pub, Shirou was the one to tend to his wounds and feed him and the promise they made...If he had only known this to happen then Rin was certain Shirou would no longer wish to be brothers. He should of been left to die that night, it would of caused much less pain to people he could bring pain too now. All the kids back in care, the ones he placed in hospital for calling him a demon - they were all right. Even if it were just a 'word' back then.

It hurt Rin and it hurt him even more to know it was the truth. He really was a monster. He stared at the ground, tears dropping freely from his face. He wanted proof but even that would probably hurt him a lot more. The normal life he had always looked forward to living with Shirou had now felt like some dream that was far from his grasp. Rin had still not said anything towards the situation but his behaviour and the breakdown of tears showed how he would react if he could only speak. He couldn't understand how Shura could explain it to him this fast and so calmly...

"I don't want it..." He hid his face from the two, talking about the sword known as Kurikara. He didn't want to look at such a thing again or even touch it for he knew it would only cause himself even more depression.