I'd expect you to be really confuzzled if you haven't watched the full anime, and this does contain spoilers.
I do not own Blue Exorcist, duh if I did I wouldn't have to make a fan fiction about it right? I mean that would be kinda stupid. But anyway please read, comment and Enjoy :)
I don't know what I am. I know I've met others like me though. I've been orphaned for ever since I could remember, which in retrospect is pretty much my entire life. I've been shown love, I've been shown kindness, I've been shown acceptance. It was all taken away. Am I fortunate, for what I am? Should I be happy for not being the one who was killed, or rather being one who still lives out of the many who have been killed? I can't watch another die; another like me. So I won't let it. If it means stalking this boy, if it means stealing his memories to keep my identity a secret then I will. This lonely boy.
His father watches out for me at least, he makes sure my temper is under control; he makes sure my swords are never drawn; he gives me food when I really need it. I'm so thankful to him but I can't help feeling that he will die because of me. What if they come after him for harboring a demon? Am I a demon? Besides his son is Satins son, they would come after him for that instead right? I don't want Shirō to be hurt because of me. But what else can I do to keep his son safe?
I walk down the same street as I have been for the past years. Seeing the same secluded families pass me by somehow pains the same old numbness that envelopes me every moment of every day. The same old houses and the same old parks with the same feelings they give me. Everyone here has a family, they have a choice to come together and be connected. If I tried to connect with any humans they would be put in danger. I turn down the street that I know their house is on. I knew there was something off about tonight, which is why I decided to check up on them. I didn't expect to see Satin's flames flickering through the clouded windows. Nor did I expect the loss of the man whose life I was just pondering a few moments ago.
I stand here with my mouth open. Should I try to help, or stay? What if the people in there would want to kill me too? Should I try to save their lives at the expense of my own?
Damn, what should I do?