I woke up in a completely different area than I had fallen asleep in, and that was a lot more disorienting than I would've expected. However, I quickly realized that I was in my dorm room, the sunshine basking the walls and floor. That wasn't the only thing I noticed, however, as I felt someone stroking my hair. I turned over and saw Yukio, his eyes open, but still sleepy. I greeted him hoarsely and he did the same. Kuro was sleeping between us, his small frame purring and sending small vibrations through the mattress.

"Did you sleep in my bed?"

"Yeah, sorry, after yesterday, I didn't want to let go of you." Memories flooded my brain and I sighed, feeling myself grow tense. "Hey, its fine, everything's over with." I bit my lip and looked away from his eyes, was it truly okay? Everything's happening so quickly, it's hard to tell. "Are you okay?" I nodded and he sighed, sitting up in bed. "Rin... promise me something." I blinked a few times and looked at him expectantly. "When I ask if you're alright, don't just answer me out of habit." I huffed and was about to argue, but he cut me off. "For so long, I would get answers that; yes, you were alright, but in reality, you seriously weren't."

"I-I'm sorry."

He shook his head gently, "don't apologize, I know your intentions were to protect me, but..." he reached out and touched my bare arm, I hadn't even noticed that I had changed, did Yukio do that? I was in a t-shirt and some bruises were showing from underneath my sleeve. "I don't want something like this ever happening again. We need to trust each other and speak when things aren't going right." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to do, I guess."

He bit his lip and I could tell that he was holding back his emotions. I sat up as well, ignoring the stabbing pain in my gut. "Hey," I soothed, "you just said that we need to speak to each other. What's wrong?" I reached up to push the hair from his face, but his fingers gripped mine and pulled me to him.

He let out a shaky breath and his embrace was bear-like. "Christ, Rin, I'm an idiot, how could I be so blind?" His warmth seeped through my shirt and I sank into him, breathing deeply. "For so long, there were so many clues, but I'm obviously inept because I couldn't put them together."

"That's not true," I muttered into his chest.

"Yes it is, I knew something was going on, and I figured that it had to do with the monestary. I guessed that you were simply uncomfortable with... him because he'd taken Dad's place. Yet, you were scared of him, and I couldn't figure out why. Never did I think he would do that. That's just fucking despicable, I want to murder him." My eyes widened and I tried to calm him down, but he was already ahead of me. "I'm so sorry, I could've helped you, Nii-san, but I'm obviously too stupid to even do that."

"Stop," I demanded, pushing away from him. "Don't blame yourself for this, Dad couldn't even figure it out, and he was an adult, how can I expect you, a teenager, to figure out something like this?"

"They briefly covered topics like this while I was getting my Doctor meister."

"So? Don't those statistics mainly contain girls between the ages of eighteen to thirty? I read somewhere that only 1.5% of people raped are boys of my age or lower, while 14% of girls our age are sexually assaulted, that's a really big difference in number, Yukio. No one would automatically think of something like that as an answer."

"But there were so many clues, I mean, you had nightmares-"

"Everyone has nightmares."

He gave me a look, "you were scared of the monestary-"

"Anyone would be upset to go back to the home they watched their father die in."

He grunted, "you were scared of him-"

"We could've gotten into a fight the last time we saw each other, leaving us with a rocky relationship."

He was growing frustrated, "you were in pain the entire time we were there-"

"Toward the end, it could've easily been written off as a stomach ache, and I did fall on my ass that first day, so it isn't completely illogical."

"Do you have answers for everything? Fuck!" He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "I need to be angry at someone for this, but you keep blocking all of my reasons to hate myself."

I sighed and leaned my head against his chest, "don't hate yourself for this, you've done nothing wrong. Blame him, or blame me."

"Never." He wrapped his arms around me once again, his cheek pressing against my hair, "I could never blame you for something like this. You were so small when it started, weren't you? You've grown up with it, and that's horrible. How can I blame you?"

"For lying to you and keeping this a secret for over nine years."

"Nine years...? God," he squeezed me tighter, "we would've been... seven?" He suddenly drew away, "seven, is that right?"

"Uh, yeah, why do you look so upset?"

He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, "two reasons: you were fucking seven, and the fact that that's when I started my exorcist training."

"So?"

"While I was learning how to fight demons, you were learning how to hide yours."

"Dude, that got dark as hell, do me a favor and never write poetry."

He huffed and pulled away, "well? It's true, isn't it?" He shifted in the bed and the motion woke up my furry familiar, his small form stretching out. I lifted him up and hugged him, telling him it was morning. Yukio was quiet for a moment, "how long has he known?"

My brows furrowed and I glanced at him, "huh?"

"Kuro, he knew, didn't he?"

I nodded, "he figured it out." A low groan escaped my twins lips and he fell back onto the mattress, his arms covering his eyes. "What?"

"The fucking cat got it before me."

"I'm not a fucking cat!" I laughed, hearing Kuro use a curse word was unusual, especially with his higher pitched voice.

"What'd he say?" Yukio peeked out from under his arm and I waved him off.

"He's not a fucking cat, I guess."

"Oh, okay."

.oOo.

I had immediately wanted a shower, and for once, Yukio didn't give me a concerned look about it. My skin was red and rubbed raw when I exited the bathroom, my twin was sitting on his bed, an unusual look on his face. "Hey," he snapped out of it and I saw that look dissolve, "what are you thinking about?"

"What do you think?" He huffed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes trailed across my skin and he sighed. "You shouldn't scrub so hard, your skin is the biggest organ of your body, so you should at least put some lotion on.

I shrugged, "if I don't scrub this hard, it feels... gross."

His eyes flashed with pity and I hated it, "can you feel, um," he looked apprehensive about what he was about to ask. "Do you still feel his hands on you, or something?"

I swallowed hard and shifted in bed, my back sore. "Yeah, my skin crawls."

His eyes flashed again and I looked away from him, not wanting to see his pity. "Can we talk about this, or is it too uncomfortable?"

"I've been in worse situations," I said it sarcastically, and he flinched. "Sorry, I guess it wouldn't kill me."

"You don't have to, it won't kill me to wait awhile."

I shook my head, shifting on the bed once more. "Nah, it's okay." It really wasn't, I didn't want him to know any more than he already did. Yet, I also knew that he would lose sleep over this until he got some sort of answers. "What do you wanna know?"

He sighed, cracking his knuckles, "you said you were seven when it started, and this may seem obvious; but did this all occur while Dad was away at his meetings?" I nodded, that was the only time Father Naito was ever at the monestary. "When did they happen, though?"

"Like, the actual incidents?" He nodded and I swallowed, "whenever he could get me alone."

He grunted and his face twisted in disgust, "how many times would it happen?"

My eyes traced the floorboards, "during that week? Two to three times for the most part."

His face twisted again, "but he stopped covering for dad when we were thirteen..." I nodded, "so it's safe to assume that you were alright for the past three years, well, besides this last week." I nodded again he audibly ground his teeth together. I flinched, he'd hurt himself doing that. "So, if I'm correct, this has happened a minimum of fourteen times and a maximum of twenty-one." He scoffed, "but that doesn't include what's just occurred." I nodded and there was silence between us, I looked up and he had an expectant look in his eyes, but he also looked apologetic.

"Uh, three, if you count yesterday." He simply nodded and looked away. "I'm sorry," I couldn't help but to apologize, he seemed so saddened by everything, and it was all because of me. He shook his head and kept his eyes away from mine.

"Don't apologize, you aren't at fault for anything."

"Except for putting myself in those situations up to twenty-four times."

His eyes flashed to me, anger and concern shining through. "Don't ever say you put yourself there. The only think I could possibly blame you for is not telling Dad or I. But I know you were scared of him and you've been manipulated into believing that your life was on the line."

"Was it not?" He seemed to falter for a moment and I pressed forward, "he held a knife to my neck, I'm sure that's cause enough to think you're about to die."

I shouldn't have said anything, I only caused him more grief. His eyes widened and he cussed, "what else has that man done to you?"

"Nothing."

"Rin, don't shut down on me, please." He stood up from his bed and started walking toward me. I shook my head and shoved myself off my mattress as well. I dodged him and walked toward the door.

"This is all too much, Yukio. It's barely been a day, I need time to mull this over, okay?" I didn't look at him as I spoke, my expression facing the hallway. "I'm going to go make breakfast, what do you want?"

He was quiet for a moment, "anything is fine."