Hi guys, this is my first all Blue exorcist fanfic an my second fanfic so please be nice, YET AGAIN! this started out as a short one-shot idea but as I wrote it, got idea after idea and now I have almost 30 pages to proof read, section off and upload lmao. I can honestly say I don't know where it all came from, I must be reading to many other angst hurt/comfort stories so every idea I've had has had its dark moments.

Rated T for language and later chapters are a little gory.

I have never been to the Japanese Film Festival so it's based on fiction, the only thing I do know if is the time its held.

If your wondering about any odd names I gave my OC's, their is a reason/meaning behind everyone of them ^^

Hope you enjoy xxx

disclaimer: I do not own Blue Exorcist and an not affiliated with any of the events mentioned, The OC's are my own and any resembelance they have to exisisting people is purely coincidential.

Staring at the stone ceiling, Rin shivered in the icy cold of the cell he had been confined to how...how long had passed? Weeks? Maybe more than a month or two by now, He had scratched the days off for the first thee weeks that he was here on the wall but such things seemed insignificant now. He pulled the thin rugged sheet around his huddled form as he lay on the dirty old mattress more but it didn't make much difference, The thing was paper thin. Every movement, however minute, hurt like hell. His entire body felt stiff with the cold of the stone cage he lived in. Every breath was agonizing, he managed a glare at the tiny blob of colour that sat just beyond the bars of his cage, the oil burned that someone had thought "hay, lets torture the Satan spawn even more by burning holy water" which made every breath torture. Only a few hours ago the guards had came in to 'relieve the stresses of the job' as they did every few hours during the day, his freshly broken ribs and dislocated shoulder serving as a reminder. Rin had tried to defend himself and fought back once but he didn't do it again, learning that it only made things ten times worse. His stomach was on fire having not eaten in...how long? When was the last time he had tasted food? five or six days, something like that. The mere thought of it made his head spin and his sanity slip a little more. Another thing the guards had taken amusement from, they would bring their own bentos in on their lunch breaks and eat, laughing at and taunting him as he begged for scraps. He shrunk in on himself even more when he thought of the his classmates, they had came and visited him one my one over the first few days. His eyes burned as the memories of their words swam in his head.

He let out a sob. Any day now and it would all be over. He could have saved himself all of this and gone more peacefully but something, probably hiss demon side, told him to ask for an extention, to prolong his miserable waste of life as possible. He didn't regret it entirely, he had gotten a chance to see Yukio once more, even if his eyes had been filled with hate and he threw him to the ground like something repulsive, just feeling his presence was a small comfort, a reminder of what he once had. He wished Yukio had stayed, he had tried to apologise for not doing better and passing the exorcist exam, for killing their father, for simply being born but he hadn't had the strength to, the words simply wouldn't come so he took what he could and just committed his twins face, scent, touch to memory. Maybe when everything came to an end he could see Shiro again, maybe even meet his real mother but he doubted that, he was a filthy, disgusting demon bestowed with the detested flames of Satan, their was no comfort for him in what came beyond but surely anything was better than what he lived with and endured now. A dull ache rattled his entire body as he moved and disturbed his dislocated shoulder and he gasped, biting down hard on his bottom lip to hold back a sob as the burning in his throat and chest peaked with the sharp intake of breath, tasting something salty. He quickly wiped his face with his better arm, it being fractured in places so it wasn't exactly 'good'. He fell into a restless sleep, his dreams surprisingly pleasant considering his predicament but he was woken up by the echoing clangs of something metallic hitting the bars of his cell. He looked up shakily to see an unfamiliar man with a fishing cap hiding most of his face. He looked to be wearing a poncho of some sort but that was all Rin could make out from his slowly declining vision.

"Okumura, wake up. Its time." The short declaration brought on a wave of mixed emotions crashing over Rin's exhausted mind, relief, grief, hope, regret. All at once that momentarily left him dumbfounded. The man unlocked the gates and walked in flanked by four other exorcists in regular uniform. With surprisingly soft hands, he was guided into a sitting position, lacking the energy to do it himself and was shackled at the wrists and ankles. He almost chuckled at the sight, why bother? He had given up and his starvation left him with barely the energy to breath, let alone attempt a grand escape. One of the exorcists made a disapproving sound as the cuffs where loose enough that if he where to try, he could slip his skeletal hands through the bindings. The man in the poncho wore an expression that Rin couldn't decipher. "This is supposed to be a job for the paladin, not me, but he's out of town on a mission and couldn't fulfil this duty. I prefer to stay out of these kinds of affairs since their are much worse enemies I could be putting an end to than you. Son of Satan or not, you\re still a kid. Oh well, a mission is a mission." The man turned and the exorcists followed, pulling the chain that attached to Rin's shackles and forcing him to his feet. He managed a few steps and tripped, crashing to the ground. The exorcists grumbled and tugged at the chains again, effectively dragging him to his feet once more. What probably should have only been a 5 minute walk went on forever as he continued to fall and drag himself back up and repeat, each time becoming harder to pick himself up. It will all end and you can rest soon, he kept telling himself, and then everyone can stop suffering and move on with their lives. Rin hardly took notice of his surroundings as they changed from the tone halls of under true cross to an outside setting somewhere high up. What he did notice was the fresh clean air that rushed past his lips, soothing and cooling his inner fire and making his already spinning head worsen slightly, it didn't matter though. He stood still for a moment letting the clean open air sweep over him, sooth his troubled soul from the inside out. His moment of enjoyment was interrupted when the exorcist harshly tugged on the chain and he fell forward once again. He didn't try to get up this time, everything just hurt to much and he feared he might pass out if he tried to stand once more. He ignored the shouts from the exorcists and took a moment to look around and a Déjà vu hit him like a ton of bricks. The top of true cross academy where they had attempted to execute him last time. How unimaginative. He saw the walls on either side of him was a wall of exorcists looking at him with blank faces. Some showed guilt, others only held abstract disgust. Gritting his teeth, he used everything he had to push himself to his feet only to have his arms give in from underneath him. Soon, everything will end soon. He was roughly dragged to his feet by two of the exorcists and, after him failing to steady himself on his own, they walked him down the path. Ahead he saw a familiar metal and wooden frame standing in the middle of the circle of observers. He would have been terrified, not wanting to be put through more pain but the scene was different this time, their where no big metal containers, no markings on the ground, just a formation of exorcists surrounding the 'stage' and the circle of observers beyond them. Rin took deep breath's, determined not to let himself lose it as his inevitable inched closer and closer. 'you want this, everyone else wants this. No, the entire world wants this. Everything will go away soon.'

He felt himself being hoisted up and the shackles around his wrists where separated and attached to the frame above and he gasped as they bit into his flesh. His legs where pulled apart and a harness was strapped across his waist securing him in place. He gritted his teeth when he felt his tail roughly grabbed and some sort of binding pinched the sensitive skin. 'Is that really necessary? Isn't humiliating me, executung me enough?...'

The exorcists stepped back and he hung their limply. A woman he hadn't seen before stepped forward and stood a few paces away wearing the exorcists uniform only it was completely plain black and full length and a black mask covered the top half of her face. She opened a small leather bound book and started reading from it.

"Rin Okumura, You have been hereby accused and trialed as the son of Satan. You failed to meet the requirements of the outcome of your hearing and as a result have been sentenced to execution. Do you have any last words?" What kind of a question was that?He lifted his head with what felt like his last ounces of strength and looked around and suddenly felt cold inside. Amidst he nameless faces where Yukio and the cram school. 'Why where they here?' Yukio's expression was a perfectly crafted blank mask

which was saddening. He didn't look happy to watch his twin executed, neither did he look sad, just...nothing. Something similar to anger bubbled in the pit of his stomach but he didn't have the physical or mental energy to hold onto it. He glanced over the looks on his old classmates and was a little surprised to see...guilt? No, surely not, they had made it clear however long ago thay they believed he didn't deserve to live. Maybe something like self pity? Shiemi eyes glistened with sorrow and was gripping onto Shima's sleeve who shared a similar expression. Bon looked uneasy and Koneko and Izumo looked dejected. The expressions surprised him bu what did it matter? If they felt bad for what happened it was far to late now. He felt that angry heat in his stomach again but he ignored it and let his head slump.

"n...no..." was that really his voice? No matter. He had nothing, nothing to say, nothing remotely purposeful to utter in his last moments. The hem of the woman's coat disappeared from view for a moment and a feeling he bad came to hate swept over him. His flames engulfed him and gave his already blurry vision a blue cast. These flames that marked him as the spawn of Satan, that he had come to despise. Unexpectedly, he felt panic overwhelm him, this was to much like THAT time. He forced his head up and saw the woman holding kurikara in one hand, its scabbard in the other. She says something but his hearing has turned to white noise. He chances one look up an Yukio and sees...nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Something throbs inside him. He can't explain it but something deep within his soul moves, grows, speaks.

'I don't want to die.'

He feels the throb again, stronger this time.

'I want to make Shiro's sacrifice worth it.'

Throb. What is this sensation? It was the most feeling he had felt in months. He watches through foggy vision as the woman draws back the sword aiming it.

'I want to...live...'

It was incredibly busy at the Celtic Hog Roast stall at the international film festival in Japan's capital, especially for the owner Luna who was reaping the rewards of her hard work, it had been the best decision of her career as a trader to come here as in the 4 weeks she had been here, she had pulled in more than she had in the past year back home in England and their was still another week to go. But at that moment everything was going wrong! Luna turned to the temps she had hired and barked out orders.

''ASUKA, YUKA! CUT UP MORE MEAT! SAYO, MAKE MORE STUFFING AND GRAVY AN THEN GET BACK TO SERVING! KIMI', IF YOU DON'T SPEED UP YOUR NOT GETTING PAID! AIO...GOOD WORK, KEEP IT UP!''

in unison, the 4 girls shouted ''HAI JOHNSON-DENKA!'' and smirked down at what they where doing.

The use of the honorific ,which literally translates to 'your highness', made a vein bulge on Luna's forehead. Yes she was hard on the four girls and didn't mind reminding them who was in charge but if she didn't, they would laze around when she wasn't paying attention. A part of why they adressed her like this was because her being 5ft 8, she towered over the girls who where all under 5ft. It was also because, as they had described it, they thought she had an almost worrior princess look about her with her slightly muscular yet slender physique, ebony hair that she kept tied up for work, her chizzled features, high cheekbones, almost unaturally fair complexsion and wide, deep oceon blue eyes that, much to her irritation, could never conceal the emptieness that resided behind them. Althoguh a little air headed sometimes, she had an undeneyable grace only obtaind from self-discapline.

She found their comparison of her to a princess comical as most of the time, under her chef whites, she wore a black tank, artfully rippd skinnies and almost knee high army style boots complete with steel lining. Her appearance aside, her past and childhood where far from fairytale-like. In her 28 years, she have never revealed the tormented darkness of her past to a single soul, before shortly after she turned 17, her life was a dark, tortured blurr that Luna could only force down into the darkest shadows of her very soul, box up and lock away. Sometimes those memories tried to haunt her, try to plunge her over the edge and into insanity, but she was strong, strong enough to let it shape her soul today, giving her the caring personality she didn't like to admit she had. Even thoguh she knew she was a kind person, she was half demon, born of the king of gehenna. her demon heratige manifested in the shape of her slightly pointed ears, sharp canines and the slick black fur covered tail that protruded from the baise of her spine and ended in an unruelly tuft she had previously tried to tame. Dispite her relentless attempts to quil the hair that protruded from her tail end, the mess would not be tamed even after she almost burned it off with streightners and wasted bottle after bottle of product in her fruitless quest. as she thoguht of the appndage, it shifted in its concealment which was down her trouseer leg where it wrapped around her ankle, the tuft hastily shoved down her boot to conceal it properly.

She had met others like herself, all of whom where born of different demon kings, all of whom had had their powers sealed in some form of weapon at birth. Although she had met so many, she was the oldest and the first to be discovered by humanity. If their where anymore who where older than her, she had yet to meet them.

At that moment she was thinking of her latest group of minions and her thriving buiseness, She had iherited this buiseness from someone she had known breifly, someone who had offered her a guiding hand in one of her darkest hours, As the memory tried to surface, she hastily shoved it back down where it belonged and focused on her latest temps.

Dispite being bossy to an almost unfair level, she paid them well and when they had quieter moments, she treated them to snacks and drinks from the other stalls, not that she had to pay for them half the time as even here, even here on the other side of the world, traders where good to each other and gave generous discounts, if not complete freebies. Asuka and Yuka had been working hard but would loose track of what they where doing easily, Kimi was an overly pampered rich brat who thought she would take on some temporary work to replace her gold plated phone that her parents had confiscated from her for being a brat, this was obvious in how she was lazy with work and the way Luna over heard her complaining about the pay not being good enough dispute it being far more than she would get in any other job at her age here in Tokyo. Aio was a little treasure, she was determined to work hard and earn the money she needed to go on a school trip that her parents couldn't afford. Needless to say, Luna took her right away, not just for her hard work , but because she wasn't afraid to admit it when she first met her when she approached Luna asking about a job, Luna took an instant liking to the girl as she wasn't afraid to admit that she was in a time of hardship. She wished more kids had this kind of attitude.

Luna pulled the rag that was hanging out of the back of her jeans and wiped her forehead with it, even though she had been doing this for 10 years, the heat still got to her.

Luna was 28 although she didn't look a day past 21, she had waist long jet black hair that was uncontrollable if it wasn't attacked with a hair drier and her straighteners for an hour or so, seeing as she wasn't willing to give up the what little sleep she got for it, she just drew it all back into a twist and left on piece to hang free on one side of her face, in its natural shape, it waved and curled slightly at the bottom. Considering being a 28 year old woman who ran a thriving burntness, she dressed and sometimes acted like a rebellious teenager. she had decided that she would try her luck and bring her 'taste of Britain' pork roast service to Japan, not just because it seemed promising but because she had always wanted to go, after a successful summer working her way through 4 huge music festivals, she had scraped enough to pay for her work visa, accommodation and travel for the month, she had also called in a massive favour and borrowed all the equipment she needed while over here from an old friend, although it wasn't ideal but it was enough to run her buseness as usual and saved her the scary price of bringing her own equipment over here. It was also a potential goldmine as at this festival, you could triple your prices and no one would bat an eyelid at the expense as it was what people expected here. Because of this, she was raking in 9 times the profit she usually did. The market and interior parts of the film festival where thriving, apart from up until her stall had been open for an hour right through until close, her stall would have a line of at least 20 people 90% of the time.

The grind went on, serving customer after customer, putting on a sickly-sweet, polite attitude smiling like a maniac, she mechanically continued her service. As usual, about 30 minutes before the end of the day, every muscle in her body was screaming in protest and her feet where on fire. As the buzz died down and the flow of customers slowed to a point that the girls could manage easily on their own, Luna was able to go for a quick walk to the other stalls to get herself and the temps some treats, she noticed a figure staring at her from the alley opposite the street, the dirty ragged clothing and shifty stance suggested some homeless creep, she narrow her eyes, 'was he staring at her?' She thought, maybe he was just hoping to get some free left overs at the end but he didn't show any signs of meaning to approach her. He just observed.

She couldn't read his expression as his head was tilted down and was shadowed by his hood pulled low over his face. The only thing she could make about the figure was that he was definitely a young male and she vaguely recalled seeing him stalking up and down the street over the past few days. She brushed it off, doing a mental shrug and muttering 'whatever' to herself, she returned to her stall, arms filled with free treats she had politely intimidated out of the tiny women who owned the sweet dumplings stall. After returning to her stall, she was pleased to see that in the short 15 minutes that she had been gone, all thebrad rolls she had for that day where gone and a small amount of meat was left. She handed out the sqewered dumplings, counted out the girls wages and handing it to them sending them on their way,. She began doing the routine close down which involved scooping the remaining food into a plastic container, scraping the hardened layer of pork that had formed on the bottom off her hotplate, cleaning every surface and giving the floor a brush and mop before grabbing all today's intake, stuffing it messily into her bag along with the days left overs in its container with a pair of chhopsticks and locking up the little wooden hut.

She had remembered the boy from earlier and decided she would pass the food onto him if he was still hanging around. That aside, alls she could think of was her bed back in the apartment she had rented from a couple who where currently backpacking somewhere in Brazil. She couldn't wait to get back and flop on the couch, assuming her room mate and fellow trader hadn't sold out as she had and was late getting back, she was never in the mood for a lecture from the barely understandable woman who wore far to much make up for her age. That was one of the conditions upon coming here, she couldn't afford a single accommodation but the rent of this apartment split in half was more than affordable. She smiled to herself thinking of the forever irritated middle-aged polish lady who served a variety of polish foods. She had been surprised to hear about what she sold as their was someone back home who sold the same thing on all the markets she did, admittedly, Kasia's sausages where nothing on what she got back home from the porty man who couldn't seem to smile enough, particularly around her as she couldn't help but return his overly happy, almost childlike greetings. It wasn't always fun living with the old woman as she felt like she should play mum to her and Luna often found herself being told not to slump at the dinner table and not to leave her used bath towel on the bathroom after taking her usual quick showers, valuing her rest more than she did taking the time to tidy up after herself. She found this amusing but it did irritate her considering the woman wasn't much more than 10 or so years older than her. Maybe it was the fact that when she wasn't being professional, she had the mentality and attitude of a rebellious 20 year old herself, she could get away with it as she looked 21 and never lost her love for the rebellious rocker look. Mentally, their was a bout a 50 year difference as the late 30's lady acted 20 years older than she was.

She looked in the direction of the alley from earlier but saw no sign of the homeless boy. She couldn't help but hope he was Ok and had found some decent shelter for the night, at the same time wondered how he had gotten there, he had the air of someone who was to young to be on the streets. She brushed it off as she knew all to well how people can end up homeless for things completely out of their control. A slight smile pulled her lips as she thoguht of how someone hwo was the daughter of Satan could actually give a damn about these kinds of things.

As Luna turned down the little alley that made a nice short cut to her temporary apartment that was adjacent to the one where she had seen the boy, she was suddenly rammed into from behind and found herself crashing down to the floor. Before she could turn around to see her attacker, the person grabbed her bag and started running. With adrenaline pumping and anger going from zero to 60 in point 5, she jumped to her feet and gave chase, cursing and shouting ''little brat, you chose the wrong person to try and steal from!'' as she chased the figure down the long alley, she recognised the faded, tattered jeans, scuffed boots that where falling apart and the grey hoodie that had more holes in it than Swiss cheese. She was amazed at the speed of the boy, she could run much faster than any professional runner and yet the homeless boy remained out of her reach even while he staggered every couple of paces, most likely throguh exhaustion. irritation peaking, she leaned forward and was flat out sprinting, another jolt of adrenaline rushing through her system as she never get a chance to run this fast as her speed would actually alarm any onlookers. She caught up to the boy and grabbed him by the wrist, she stopped and pulled at the boy with all her strength, making his writs click out of place and his legs falter and fly up in front of him before his entire body hit the floor with a dull thud. He let out a a weak shout at the pain of the colission as Luna sat on his back, pulling the arm she held into an armlock and twisting slightly, pressing his face into the floor and stopping him from being able to move.

''alright kid, your going to sit tight for a moment, I'm calling the pol...''

''DONT'' the boy yelled, the sudden panic and, to her surprise, pleading sorrow in his voice throwing her off guard. ''don't..'' he said in a softer voice, making Luna stop as she was reaching for her phone. ''please... I'll do anything, I'm sorry, I, I was desperate...take your bag...i'll... i'll...' at that, his eyes closed and he stopped fighting against her as he lost consciousness. Luna was now looking down at the back of his hood wondering what the hell just happened. She slowly lifted herself off him, anticipating him to suddenly try to make a break for it, but it didn't happen. She knelt by his head and pulled down his hood, waxy, paper white skin covered in sweat and a messy shock of dark blue hair met her gaze. His eyes where closed although the fear she detected in his voice earlier hadn't left his unconscious expression. He probably wasn't even 16 yet. Luna suddenly felt a wave of annoyance wash over her momentarily as she shouted

''damn brat, why did you have to act all pathetic?'' she clenched her fist and bared her teeth at him, stopping after half a second and sighing at her own foolish outburst. She checked his vitals, he was alright but he had a fever, his lips where chapped badly and his breath was rugged, his thin form was quivering. She studied his face a little more and noticed how his skin seemed to stretch over his features and noticed how the baggy clothes disguised his unhealthily slim body, looking for other tell tale signs, she mentally estimated that he had been on the street for at least 4 or 5 weeks and most likely, he hadn't eaten in about 3 days.

Luna let out another sigh and mumbled to herself more than anyone else, ' well I guess I'll have to take you home wont I? Up we go!' she finished as she lifted the boy, resting his stomach over her shoulder in a fireman's lift, he was only an inch or so shorter than her but easily almost double her weight, yet she lifted him with ease. One arm over his back stopping him from falling off her shoulder, one hand in her pocket, she whistled the tune of 'kill bill' as she covered the remaining 100 yards distance to her rented apartment. As she walked she felt a familiar feeling take over, It wasn't the first time she had done this, taken in some stray homeless kid. She wondered for a moment to herself, 'could he...' she thought. she shook it off and smiled, 'no chance, not another one.'

When she arrived home, to her pleasure, the apartment was untouched and, apart from her new little friend, she was alone. She lay him down gently on the sofa and went and grabbed a bowl of warm water and a cloth. Returning, she started to wipe away the beads of sweat that covered his face and left the soaked cloth folded across his forehead. She then retrieved a thick blanket from her bedroom and threw it over him. She sat on the floor by the sofa and stared at him for a couple of minutes, lost in thoughts of the past, she obviously had a list of questions she wanted to ask him but for now she would let him rest. Shedding her bag and jacket and turning the little dial by the coat stand which kicked the heating into action, she went into the bathroom, took a quick shower and changed into clean shorts and tee and proceeded to sit on her bed in the other room, counting out the days intake. A few minutes later, she sighed happily, 'another great day, i'll be able to take a couple of months out when I get home and splurge a bit'. Shoving the cash into the safe under her bed along with everything else she had earned in the past few weeks, she slammed the door shut and span the dial randomly, making it almost impossibly for someone to open it and pulled the quilt over her. She looked at the alarm next to her bed, damn! Almost 11, she would be up in 5 hours doing paperwork and prep for the stall. Annoyed, she stood up, turned the light off and then climbed into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

So I hoped I peaked your interest with this taster, more chaps will be uploaded a little later and the rest will follow soon =D