Author's Musings Hi! I'm currently obsessed with this anime, and I have a good idea for a story, here's hoping you guys like it! If you're new to my stories, then welcome to the crazy world of my imagination, I am Kikwoka (also known as Em). So, here we go, time for some crazy Ao no Exorcist time!
I watch the anime etc. so I tend to use the honorifics that are used in the show – as such, whenever I use a new one, I'll but a translation in the bottome Author's Musings =)
Please enjoy.
Bon was chanting, his hands clasped together, forming the sacred seals. A flash of brilliant blue flame lit up in front of him as Rin Okumura stabbed a ghoul, his sword, the mighty Kurikara, piercing through its stomach.
"Burn!" Rin cried, blue flames leaping off the metal sword and through into the ghoul. Bon winced at the Ghouls cries as it was incinerated.
He still wasn't used to his friend.
He'd met Rin about three months ago, and Bon had thought that the twin to his teacher was nothing special. A month ago, Rin had revealed his flames to their group in order to save them from an incredibly powerful demon called Amaimon.
Betrayal. Son of Satan!
Bon had fumed at the boy – he had been utterly betrayed by the boy who had only just become his friend. The self-sacrificing, I-can-do-it-by-myself,I'll-catch-up-with-you-later demon.
Bon finished his frantically spoken verse and all the ghouls around him vanished: banished to their world on the other side of the mirror. Rin laughed, his tail swinging around him.
"Nice one Suguro!" He laughed before jumping away, advancing on the Impure King. Konekomaru clapped Bon on the back with shaky fingers.
"Okumura-kun's amazing, isn't he?" He muttered in awe at the demon, who was slaying everything around him.
Rin roared, his tail slapping an advancing demon away from him. His sword flung outwards, slashing another.
Bon nodded, beginning his chant again. He was very glad that the Son of Satan hated his father so much – enough to declare that he'd be the one to defeat Satan.
Rin jumped back to the group that consisted of Konekomaru, Bon, Shima, Izumo, Shiemi and his twin, Yukio. He was panting, and crouched on the ground briefly.
"Rin, are you okay?" Shiemi asked, touching him on the shoulder. Rin regarded the clumsy but strong girl in front of him for a moment, then nodded before standing again, "I'm heading off again, Yukio, Izumo, protect Bon, Konekomaru and Shima,"
Konekomaru and Shima smiled and made the sacred seal with their hands, chanting along with Bon.
The forest surrounded the group, and Mountains stood high above them as looming spectres. The ground was burnt, and some trees were still alight with a sapphire flame. Another wave of demons advanced, some flying in from the smoke-filled sky. A far distance off, a crimson shadow could be seen with flames liking hungrily at the sky.
Rin was in pain: he'd never used his flames so much before, and they were so concentrated on fighting the onslaught of demons, that they couldn't heal the wounds that Rin was gradually picking up.
Although he was physically exhausted, he was mentally invigorated. He had never fought for such a long time, and never with a group of friends to protect him. His body was primed for war, his tail reacted to the slightest movement. He had been told that his tail was the weakest part of a demon's body, but now Rin realised that it was also the most dangerous. His tail destroyed another demon, whipping it at impossible speeds.
This was the best type of training: he suddenly knew how to control his flames. Each flame was like an extension of himself – he could control them all so easily.
A giant goblin bit his arm and Rin cried out before lashing out with his flames. He gasped at the miasma that entered his blood, coughing.
"Rin!" Shiemi screamed, running over, her Green Spirit turning into the plant Aloe, so that she could administer the antidote to the miasma. Rin stood slowly, a black smoke of miasma floating away from him. Blood gushed from his arm.
"I'm alright Shiemi, miasma doesn't affect me," He smiled, grimacing at the pain that shot up his arm. His flames leapt out of the wound, forming a kind of sparkly blue mist that healed the gaping bite marks. He paused briefly as the pain ebbed away.
They were close now, the impure king loomed over them, his miasma was also growing stronger. Konekomaru coughed, miasma entering his lungs.
Yukio turned his head slightly at the sound, his eyes tightening with worry.
"Nii-san, we need to get out of here!" Yukio screamed at his older brother, "The miasma's too strong!"
Rin nodded slightly and returned to the group, surrounding them with his flames. The flames purified the air, making it possible for them to breathe.
"We can't keep this up!" Shima gasped, clutching his sore neck.
"We have to!" Izumo cried, her voice shaking.
Rin looked forlornly at his group of friends, who sat on the floor, rubbing ther various wounds.
"I could go on ahead: the miasma doesn't affect me," Rin suggested
"No!" Bon replied immediately, "There's no way you're running off on your own again!"
"No," Yukio sighed, "It's our best option. Us humans can't go any further,"
Rin winced slightly; he didn't like not being considered a human.
"Sensei! Are we just going to leave Rin to fight that monster on his own?" Bon yelled incredulously. The group nodded with him – they weren't leaving their friend again. Rin stood.
"I need you guys to stop anything bad reaching the temple," he said, "That includes my flames,"
And before anyone could protest, he ran out of the flame shield and left it there for good measure.
"Shit!" Bond screamed, thumping the floor heavily.
Rin gasped. The miasma was much more potent this close to the impure king.
Aaah, so this is Satan's ilk, a voice hissed vehemently in his mind. Rin cried and gripped his head, stumbling slightly as he ran. It was the Impure King contacting him through his mind.
So what if I am! Rin snarled back, jumping high using his flames to propel him upward.
Up, up, up, until he was level with the Impure King's snarling face.
His left and right eyes were settled in bubbling sockets that were constantly changing. The legs were hard and decorated with spiky growths that spewed miasma. However, the arms were soft. They kept on growing, and then shrinking again; the bubbles that were filled with a nauseating liquid kept on bursting and forming new bubbles on the arms.
The impure king had not finished forming.
This was Rin's chance.
Bon, Shima, Izumo, Shiemi, Konekomaru and Yukio watched the flashes of brilliant blue flames that pierced the Impure King, making deadly miasma rain down upon the forest.
Rin was dwarfed by the Impure King and was weakened from the fight out to him. But the Impure King wasn't at 100% either: he was weak from being awakened for the first time in 140 years. Nevertheless, Rin was a mere blue spec in front of the seething mass of blistering flesh that was the Impure King.
The blue spec danced around the Impure King, exploding everything it touched. The Impure King roared, flinging miasma in all directions.
The battle raged for ages; the sun was just beginning to rise when the Impure King crashed to the ground. Rin immediately stabbed his sword into the Impure King's malformed flesh.
The blaze that followed was so bright that it rivalled the rising sun that was just east to where the fight was happening.
But Rin didn't rise out of the rubble like they thought he would.
Author's Musings, So I have many plans for this story – yaay! This was just a sort of prologue that will eventually lead to a main story.
-kun an honorific often used for boys. Semi-polite.
Nii-san brother.
Sensei teacher/doctor, can also be an honorific for teachers and doctors, e.g. Okumura-sensei.
I would usually put review replies here, but I haven't had any 'cause this is the first chapter! =)
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