This story is partner written, you may or may not have heard of my dear friend Jeice Lover. Yeah so I won't take all the credit from her. Hope you enjoy!
I don't own Blue Exorcist, though I wish I did.

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Where to be begin? Where to start? The story that I'm about to tell you is not one you have heard before, but something new. It's not from the history books, or from the heavens. It's something from the future, where mankind has destroyed the earth, and changed the DNA sequence in our genetic code. Where to begin but in the future?

There had once been tells of the free blue sky, long ago. When there was no limit and one could look up into the great blue domain and wonder to themselves where it could take them. Watching clouds and sunsets, were now myths and legends. No one had seen a rainbow for at least seven decades. Now smog and radiation have turned the sky gray and dull; when you were able to see it. Now the term skyscrapers truly do scrape the sky. Then where grass and plants thrived, now stand concrete and metal, even the humans have changed.

A lone boy began the long drench to school, through the gray dirtied snow, filled with sludge. He had a hat on; wool. (Something very expensive) and a new bio suit: one that changed to whatever the wearer wanted, at the moment it was a big fluffy jacket the color of believed night sky, the boy had on waterproof pants that warmed up instead of cooled down during the winter seasons, and a pair of snow boots, black, they would have changed black anyway soon.

Red glasses glinted in the artificial light from the lamps and cars that flew past, blowing disgusting black snow at the boy, who dodged with skill. That's the thing with hover cars; they blew everything underneath them away. The bus had been late today, so now he had to walk to school, which was not the problem, though, he loved to walk to school. But it was not safe, with G.A-Humans about, who knew when they could break, become crazed, a killing machine, it was not safe outside metal enclosures now-a-days. One of his hands clenched around a small knife, no bigger than your index finger, he had perfect aim no matter the size of blade he carried. He was trained to have it so.

Soon the artificial light faded as a dark shadow loomed over head, Konekomaru looked up, a huge aircraft floated bye, it must have been a new model, and it seemed faster. But what did he know? On its side was the emblem for their town, true cross. A sword encased with blue glowing flames. Myth was that long ago, these blue flames once protected the lands. He needed to hurry, the timer on the lamp-lights was running out, and soon the town would be plunged into darkness, and besides they were meant to get two new students. They were supposed to be teen soldiers from the war, but no one knew much else about them. Konekomaru hurried along, head bent in his book, hand clenched around his knife.

He huffed out a misty breath as he hurried along, trying his best to go as fast as he could. He skidded to a halt, though, when he heard a small noise. He looked up and smiled something he did rarely. A cat was lying atop a wall, looking down at him with bright yellow eyes. The creature's small noses twitched curiously upon seeing him, the ears poked up like satellite dishes when he came nearer to it.

"Hello there," he said softly. He held out a hand, fingers outstretched to it. The cat sniffed them, then bumped the top of it's' head against his hand, prompting him to pet it, which he did very gladly. He had to let out a small giggle when he heard it purr as his fingers scratched between its' ears. Konekomaru loved cats, and not just because they were a part of his name. Cats were such beautiful, graceful creatures, though there weren't many left nowadays. Most of them were long gone, killed by the G.A.s or simply died from lack of food. He pulled his hand away, and the feline looked at him with a bit of longing. It stood from its' place, he could see its' belly was round and swollen (perhaps it had found a dead animal somewhere?). With a low 'mreowr', it eased itself down the wall and disappeared into an alley as he walked on, a lingering smile still on his face.

An artificial sound, made to be like the ringing of a bell (another artifact from times past) sounded throughout the city. He gasped, and then took off at a sprint. That was a warning sound, only five minutes until the lamps went off and the outside was plunged into darkness. He took in gasps of breath as he ran, so hard that his chest began to hurt. No no, can't be late. Can't be late! Being late meant being in danger, all doors were closed; all lights were off, nothing and no one to protect you except for yourself. Why do I always have such a weakness for cats?! This can't get any worse!

Then, as lady fate always seems to love mocking humans, she did it again. He stepped into a puddle of blackish slush and his foot shot forward, causing him to fall backwards into the oily puddle with a large splash.

"Oh great," he said aloud. He sat himself up, soaked to the skin as the icy water-sludge seeped through his bio-suit. Konekomaru forced himself up, ignoring the freezing cold sensation as he ran soaked through the chilly streets. Finally, he could see the building up ahead. Yes! I'm going to make it! But just then, a hovercraft landed right in front of him, blowing him off his feet and into a black-veined snow bank. He could feel clumps of the icy substance fall into his bio suit, but he didn't even care anymore. He was already freezing, what was a bit more snow going to do?

"You see nii-san?! I told you we shouldn't have taken that road, all we did, was make a big circle!"

"Well EXCUSE me! I thought we'd be taking a short-cut! No need to be all snappy, spotty four-eyes!"

Konekomaru looked up, wiping the snow from his glasses to try to get a look at them. However, the oil and water made spots on the glass, making his vision equally spotty and blurry.

"Um, excuse me?" The two seemed to look at him, apparently surprised that anyone else was there. "Um, could you please give me a hand? I'm kind of stuck here."

Honestly the twins had thought that they were by themselves when they landed, otherwise they would have looked for him. But then again he was a little on the short side, so even if they knew he was there, they would probably not see him. The taller one of the twins, Konekomaru guessed the older one, nodded and jumped out of the hover-craft, landing softly next to the boy, he held out his hand to help the boy up.

"You okay?" The taller boy asked, his own glasses foggy from his hot breathe. But Konekomaru could see eyes the color of myths, the ocean, green and blue.

"Yeah, just a little wet and cold." Konekomaru told the boy, truthfully.

"Sorry, about that. Come on, it's time for school. The doors aren't lock yet, so let's hurry." The boy grabbed his hand, and dragged him along. Konekomaru looked behind him to see the other boy, jogging behind them not far behind. He didn't even seem to notice the cold weather, as for he was wearing, a black shirt, with black jeans, and red boots. There was no scarf or mitts, or even a...wait never mind Konekomaru could see a hat, it was black as well. It must have been a new bio-suit that allowed you to wear what you wanted, during any type of weather. But strangely, Konekomaru doubted it. The taller boy luckily made them on time; he was quick on his feet. Once inside the building, the taller boy took of his coat and hat, hung them on a wall peg, and shivered.

"Ah... heated rooms. Nil-san, come on we have to sign you in." The other boy, the shorter one, walked over to his brother and nodded.

"Yeah Whatever. I wanted to check out the rooms' first."

"Later."

"Sure, sure."

The twins headed off, running to the office. The taller boy turned around and smiled, waved and then hurried along.

Konekomaru didn't even know their names, but he hoped he would soon. He changed his clothes into a more school like clothing, and then headed to his class. The building that school was held in was an artifact, a building from the time in the past. With walls of cement blocks, wood, and steel. It had leaky faucets and sometimes the heater could break. But that's what he loved about the place; it wasn't filled with technology that lined the walls, no floating chairs, or robots that served food. They each had a normal chair, one that actually sat on the floor, desks made of wood. With names long ago carved into them.
Konekomaru smiled happily as he made it to his classroom, ah yes he loved his school.

The classroom was filled with old books and chairs, but his two friends were already sitting down. He made his way over to them.

"Hi guys," he said aloud. One of them, the bigger one with the blonde stripe through his hair, smiled in his direction.

"Oh, hey Konekomaru." This greeting was echoed by the one with the pink hair, and a wave was added to it. Konekomaru was about to say something else, but something cold and wet smacked him in the face. He spluttered and spat, the oily taste clinging to his tongue. He heard laughter and snickers from the other side of the room.

"What's up shorty? Having a greyt winter?" This joke prompted more snickers, which Konekomaru only sighed at.

"Good morning," he said dryly. With a sigh, he went on until he was sitting next between his friends, who were glaring at the bullies.

"You alright, buddy?" The pink haired one, Shima, asked. Konekomaru nodded silently, wiping the new snow and oil from his glasses.

"I'm fine. Just a bit disappointed, being I just got dry and all." Bon cracked his knuckles under the table, glaring at the one who had thrown the snowball at him, the head bully, Reiji.

"Want me to beat the crap outta' him for you?" Konekomaru shook his head, though he could feel himself running his finger along the spine of his knife.

"No, it's fine." He sighed and pulled his book out from under his jacket, placing it on the table. The teacher came in at that moment, the headmaster of the school right behind him.

"Pedo alert," Shima whispered in his ear, as he always did when the headmaster entered the same room they were in. The headmaster, Sir Faust, smiled toothily at the students.

"Good morning children!" he trilled to the class. They responded with blank looks as he beamed at them. "I bet you've all been wondering who your new classmates are going to be! Well, I have taken the liberty of introducing you to them personally! Boy's, come on in!" Upon his call, two boys entered the room. Konekomaru recognized them as the ones who had helped him inside earlier that day.

"Everyone, these are our new students, Mr. Rin Okumura and his younger brother Mr. Yukio Okumura. Give them a nice round of applause." The class gave them a few small claps and fell silent, allowing Sir Faust to go on talking.

As the headmaster talked, Konekomaru winced, feeling something cold hit him in the neck. He wiped it off and continued listening, but he found his head and neck being hit by more and more of them. He looked off to the side, trying to see what was hitting him. He grimaced when he saw Reiji and his squad of lackeys. They were holding straws and large clumps of snow. Even as he watched he saw Reiji jam a small piece of ice into his straw and blow, causing it to hit him right in the temple. He could have told the teacher, but he didn't. People didn't tell on Reiji, not unless they wanted to end up a beaten pulp in a dark hallway somewhere. So, he just stayed silent, as he always did. Neither Bon nor Shima noticed since they were too busy examining the new guys.

However, just as Sir Faust was about to ask them to introduce themselves, a full-on snowball zoomed over and caught Konekomaru square in the cheek, causing him to cry out from the shock and cold. Something seemed to happen in that one second scream, another scream intertwined with his, this one more loudly and filled with pain.

Konekomaru looked over his shoulder and saw Reiji on the floor, blood dripping down his cheek from a long thin cut one made by a long blade, one of the twins stood behind the fallen boy sword at his throat. Rin, Konekomaru recognized, Rin's eyes were hard, glowing blue. But that wasn't that scariest part, when Konekomaru looked over to Rin's brother; Yukio had a gun out, smoke still lingered around the body of the gun. A snarl had twisted his mouth.

"Wow...When had they pulled out their weapons?" Shima asked beside Bon, staring at the pair of twins.

"They moved so fast..." It was a murmur that covered the classroom. The boy Rin, slowly slide his katana closer to the boys' throat, a small dribble of blood seeping out.

"Boys..." The classroom had never heard the headmaster use that tone of voice before, it was dark and slightly impressed. "Restrain yourselves at once!" Yukio put away his gun, a frown still across his face, while his twin seemed frozen, eyes alert, his katana had disappeared, and he seemed to be a pillar of stone.

"Rin... leave the boy alone and get back down here." Sir Faust had a blank face as he said the command and the boy followed.

"Anyway, minus that sudden event, these boys will be your new classmates, they are quite nice boys, and will easily protect their friends" The headmaster, turned to go, but paused.

"But if you threaten them in anyway or form, you're likely to die, so please be careful. Ta~da!" And with that he left.

Konekomaru felt wave of protection that the twins had did that for him and yet terrified at the same time. The teacher, Niihau's-sensei, seemed to glare at the twins as he looked at them.

"Alright, I'll direct you both to your seats, ask your fellow students if you need any help and don't bother me. Do that and you'll survive this year. Got it?" Yukio, the older with the glasses, nodded with a small smile, but Rin, the obvious younger, just grunted.

"Very well. Yukio, you will sit in the desk near the front with Miss Moriyamai, and Rin, you shall sit in the desk in the middle there next to Miss Kamiki. Got it? Good, now go." The brothers split and went to their assigned desks. Yukio was right up front, next to the blond girl known as Shiemi. Meanwhile, Rin was in the middle, sharing the desk with the purple-pigtailed Izumo, and in the desk right next to the trio of friends. He didn't say anything, but when he saw Konekomaru, he gave him a small smile and a wave. Konekomaru waved back, but they didn't have time to say anything since Neuhaus-sensei went right on ahead with their planned lesson.

"Very well, Today, as you know, is target practice day. Everyone push your desks to the side of the room, line up, and have your weapons ready for your turn." The class did as instructed, except for Reiji who raised his hand, something he hardly ever did. His other hand held a blood-stained handkerchief that he held to his cheek.

"Sir? Can I go to the infirmary? My cheek hasn't stopped bleeding."

Neuhaus glared, but said, "You have ten minutes, fifteen at the most. If you're not back by then, I'm using you as a target when you get back. Understand?"

"Yes sir," he grumbled. He walked towards the front and the door, but gave Konekomaru an evil glare as he passed.

Next time I catch you, you're dead, he mouthed. Konekomaru gulped, and watched as Reiji left the room, still grumbling to himself. He didn't know why Reiji blamed him for what had happened, it was his own fault after all. Still, ever since Konekomaru had met the bully that had been how things went. Reiji blamed him and took out any frustration he may have had on the smaller boy.

"Alright, line up everyone, we don't have all day," Neuhaus ordered. The student made a single file line, the Okumuras were pulled to the front. "Let's see how good you two are," Neuhaus sneered. "Newbies go first, so go." He pointed to the target he had set up in the front of the room, a cloth dummy with red circles representing the vital points. The smaller the point, the more deadly the hit.

"Okumura Rin, you're up first."

Rin stepped up, not saying a word. He held up his sword, making everyone confused. He only had a sword? Why? Everyone had a back-up, long-range weapon, even the teachers. Still, Rin raised it, and eyed wherever he was aiming to hit. Then, quick as a snake strikes, he threw it, impaling the dummy straight through where its' stuffing heart was, slicing through the thick material like butter. Neuhaus nodded, acknowledging this.

"Cleanly done," he commented.

"Next. Okumura Yukio." Yukio stepped up and prepared himself, just like his brother had. He aimed his guns and took one shot, burrowing his bullet into a neat hole right at the dummy's forehead.

"Very clean, well done." However, not a very effective target in the long run. Let's have an expert show you how it's done. Miwa." Konekomaru started when he heard his name, the students parted to let the teacher see him.

"Ah, there you are. Miwa, you're near the top of the class, correct? Show these two how a true marksman works."

"Yes sensei", he whispered as he approached the dummy. The teacher stuck out his arm, keeping him from the laid down line where they were to stand.

"No. Do it from across the room."

Konekomaru sighed he knew what the teacher wanted him to do. He walked slowly to the back of the room, he stood among the shadows, the students had all parted but the twins, who stood side to side in the middle of the room watching him, with their odd colored glowing eyes. He raised one knife it was small the smallest he had, and threw it snapping his wrist so it fell in a perfect line, then another, slightly larger, and he went on until each vital spot on the dummy was hit. The teacher smirked at him as he walked past the twins to get his knives, he didn't really like this exercise, it made him stand out. There was blood on one of the knives that he knew wasn't there when he threw it, he looked over at the twins, Rin had his eyes on him, glowing softly, there was a small trail of blood on his cheek, but no cut to be seen, he wiped it away with a smile.

"Cool" he said.

Yukio sighed and rubbed his head, "Nii-san... You bloodied his knife. Why did you move?"

"Just because," Rin smiled some more.

The rest of the class moved through the exercise easily, Shiemi had small needles at the end of her "flowers" that she used to throw, the needles had poison in the them, Izumo used a whip that was made up of electrical currents, it could change shape and thickness on command. Shima used sharpened crosses as his weapons, he also had a staff, but that wasn't the best item for this. Bon had these beads that he wrapped around his fists, when struck they would stab you with small spikes and a small shock would be sent through your body.

Reiji did not return to class that day, the nurse had told them that the cut he had received had not stopped bleeding, not matter what she did. The bullet wound was easy enough to stop the bleeding but the cut she had trouble with. In fact it seemed to bleed more and more as the time passed, she finally had to seal it shut the old fashioned way with a needle and thread, none of the newer healing methods had worked it bleed straight through them. Reiji had lost a pint and a half of blood once she finally sealed it shut. She had never seen that happen in all her life.

Students in the class turned to look at Rin, what did he do? It was just a simple cut from his katana right? Rin didn't look worried in fact he looked excited, happy, a wicked grin covered his face.

The teacher nodded at the explanation, but did not tie it with Rin Okumura. The rest of the day was filled with book work and a few breaks to eat and rest. Konekomaru was glad for that, he didn't want to do anymore battle exercises for the day.

After school he went back down to the lockers and grabbed his things, a large hand landed on his shoulder, he spun a knife already at the person's throat. He realized it was only Bon and calmed down, bon didn't comment on the action, they all did it.

"Hey Koneko, wanna dorm with Shima and I for the night? A storm is going to hit later, and your dorm is across town."

"Sure, let me get my extra things 'kay?"

"Yeah."

That night he stayed the night with Bon and Shima, lucky for him that he did because then he wouldn't have to see the dead bodies of G.A's in the morning in his way to school, their throats seemed to have been cut, and hadn't stopped bleeding. Even though the cut was shallow, it was almost as though the culprit wanted to see them suffer.

Guys please comment on the story...Because I want to know if this story is good, or should I just quite updating. ~WordFromTheUnknown