"Hey look it's the ugly ducking."

"All average in every subject. Looks, talent, beauty, and grades!"

"Okumura Utsukushi. Your name itself even pities you!"

I've heard them all it doesn't bother me any more. It still bothers my older and younger brothers Yukio and Rin though, so whenever it happens I don't say anything to them. I only just began thinking about it when Yukio was getting ready to go to True Cross academy. Father must've seem my face because he pulled me into the confessional box.

"Now, my child, what is bothering you? And don't say nothing, I saw the look on your face, you don't turn out like that over nothing."

I clenched my fist, "Father, I'm more or less just sad about Yukio leaving."

"He's been gone for months on end before and it didn't affect you this much. I'll ask you again; What is wrong, my lovely little girl." I heard the wood creak and realized he was leaned onto the divider. "Is it those girls at school again?"

I nodded my head but replied, "N-no."

"I'll let you sic Rin on them."

"Father I-"

"Or Yukio can frame them for doing something and get them expelled."

"Oi," a tap came from outside the box, "Old man, what's going on?"

"Those girls from Utsu-chan's school again."

"FATHER!"

The door to my half of the box was opened and Rin stood with Yukio and his luggage. Rin looked furious and Yukio had a clear look of shock.

"I told you to tell me if they did that again! Don't you dare let them say stuff like that to you! I may be just your 'delinquent brother' but I'm your older brother and I'm supposed to look after you!" I held my head down and watched as father stood next to Yukio with a slight lecture gracing his lips, slowly disappearing as Rin took it.

"I-I'm sorry, Nii-san."

"Don't be! It's my job to worry about you just as much as it is the Old man's." He pulled me into his famous bear-hug and buried his face into my shoulder.

'You have enough to worry about. If I told you, you would've done something to get yourself into even worse trouble.'


I had decided to go to get a gift in celebration of Rin's new job tonight. As I walked down the street I had an honest to The-Lord-himself smile and was thinking about getting into the art class after so long of trying. My mind was so far off I never noticed I was opening the doors to a burning building.

"U-UTSU-CHAN RUN," My smile was replaced with fear, my thoughts of my art class met with the one that Father was burning in blue flames and covered in blood. Wearing the most wicked grin I had ever seen.

"Nii-san, where- what happen to Father?" I managed. Father- no, the beast wedged inside father, looked at me.

"Oh, so she's my little girl, my lovely little girl." The voice was distorted and distant. I grew rage at thinking this, thing had the gall to call me by Shiro's nickname for me. I dropped the bags and ran to the second to last pew where I saw Shiro hide a particular weapon, one that I happened to adore. The twin-bladed scythe, Akuma Suraisa, Demon Slicer.

I pulled it out from it's compartment from under the seat. It starts off as a small rod then as my rage built, it grew to a large pole but the blades had yet to appear.

"Don't you DARE call me that, you bastard!" A blue fuzz began to blind me and I saw his smirk but not the glint of a blade in Rin's hand.

"Why can't I call my daughter by name. Right, Utsukushi-chan?"

The blue fuzz darkened and I lost control.


"Ugly duckling."

"All average in every subject."

"Even the name itself pities her."

No, I may not be smart, or even as athletically inclined as Yukio. As strong and willing to wear my heart on my sleeve as Rin.

But I will get better, the only thing holding me back is my indifference. Now I'll cast that aside and work even harder.

In order to avenge Father Fujimoto, my Old man, I'll follow in his footsteps as an exorcist.