A/N: There is a very large lack of Rin/Izumo anything when they have chemistry. Their back stories and tragic angst literally parallel the other. I wished the Izumo arc was longer to be honest and Rin was more feral hehe…So! I will write a fic, and the length will depend but it'll span a bit from before the Kyoto arc and will diverge because it is rizumo and it needs some development. Hopefully I'll be motivated to update haha but it'll either be monthly or biweekly.

I know Rin likes Shiemi and that will be dealt with, with no bashing or character hate. I really like Shiemi as a character but not in a relationship with Rin to be quite honest.

Enough of my rambling! Please enjoy!

Izumo is aware that she's crying but she isn't aware that someone had seen her. However when something goes over her head and it's balmy she looks at it and then to the person who threw it and how he frowned and told her to get out.

She's speechless to say.

Now wasn't the time to be prideful because obviously she didn't have that impression anymore. At least not to this boy. Pulling it on, she had fled picking up her clothing and hopping to not trip over her own bare feet as she hadn't bothered to tug on shoes; running from the growing voices and slipping through the old unused exit to the dormitories.

There wasn't anyone in the hallways as she dashed into her room. The wooden planks against her feet are thudding as is her heart rate. Collapsing against the door she then made her way to the adjoined beds and heaved a sigh before putting her forearms to her face as she fell back onto the mattress.

What a coward she was.

Precarious was her control and it had all but shattered when her feelings had gotten the better of her. Mike and Uke were her familiars as well as family even if they didn't view her fitable to command them. Apparently they didn't view her as family either which made her chest hurt a bit.

It was bad enough that Paku was her only friend as well as one of her weaknesses and she went off into an unrestful sleep.

It didn't last long as she was woken from her phone. How long had she slept? On the screen the numbers were somewhere between late evening and early morning.

A long segmented text from Paku saying that she was sorry and among other trivial things that Izumo replied in her short terse words that couldn't convey well digitally and could come off as harsh. The returning message was quicker and shorter that Izumo could tell the girl was sorry. It's fine if she's alright. That's all that matters.

Letting her phone turn off, she realized that all she was in was that boy's shirt. Rin Okumura's. A delinquent. Well he did look like one. Then again what delinquent gives a girl his own shirt off his back? Sitting up, she plucked at the fabric. Cotton blue that was weathered from its usage, softened. It smelled like what usual boys smelled like and it wasn't unpleasant but knowing that it was from a guy made her turn her nose up.

Well she could wash it. So it wouldn't stink up her room. That was completely what she was doing. It wasn't as if she owed him anything of the sort. Not at all.

Changing into a tank top and then pulling over a long sleeved shirt, she went down to the laundry room that was a few blocks from the dorms but still within distance and decided to wash it with other several articles of clothing while she was at it.

Fitting the coins in as they traveled down with metallic clinking, there wasn't anyone else in at such a late hour besides herself. Which she was thankful for.

While waiting for the clothing to air she sighed, idly crossing her legs. It was tiring today and she wondered what could possess her to be up this early to just wash a shirt for a guy she barely even knew. Izumo just knew the guy as the irresponsible, unsightly, older brother.

That itself was hard to believe that he was as Yukio had the act down of being mature and appearing to be of the older one of twins. Taller too, that must drive the other insane, for the younger twin to be taller. Then again they were twins so she wouldn't know.

There was the soft chiming and she got up and didn't bother to fold her clothes. It was late in the night when she returned and went back to bed, the shirt neatly folded on the desk across from her bed. She turned away from it and fell into a lighter sleep.

It was early in the morning when she woke again. Twilight hour wasn't her favorite hour but she got up again. In her sleeping pattern she shouldn't have been as awake as she had been. The sun had barely up over the horizon as she went downstairs to the conjoined bathrooms.

There was someone already there brushing their teeth. It was Rin and he noticed her as she bidded him a good morning. He hadn't bothered to spit out his toothpaste as he greeted her back, then going back to brush his teeth.

It was an embarrassment to have had her moment of weakness and then she told him to keep it to himself. He seemed to brush her off and she found herself annoyed by that. Giving him back his clothes the boy was ecstatic. She grew even more annoyed of how he could be like that.

For the past couple days she wondered who exactly Rin Okumura was.

—

He was the spawn of Satan.

It wasn't just from physical appearances that had given him away but his underlying control of trying to suppress it, suppress himself. No matter how he hid the fact that he just was and would always be a bastard of the devil.

Growing up in a shrine around demons she had seen each and every form in every affiliation whether it be bad or good, so it didn't come as a huge discovery. At least to her.

When seeing him show his 'true colors' at the camp grounds Izumo was the farthest one from it. But she had seen the blue fire that had blazed against the night. She had seen him.

While she hadn't gotten hurt from the brawl from him and the other demon, everyone else was floundering with this new establishment as they recovered.

Yet as everyone was scared or just despised him knowing what he was, she treated him the same. So what if he was half demon? And she knew that the others would get over it, eventually. It wasn't who Rin was that made them scared but what. He was a half and half case, a peculiar one. Izumo could relate to him, in a way.

Because of her long line of descendants that had interacted with the Fox demons they had divine blood distributed through generations. Her mother and herself had the strongest spiritual connections but she wouldn't follow her mother's footsteps. At least not right at the moment.

She'd become an exorcist first and foremost.

From that she would protect what was most precious to her.

When departing for Kyoto she had deliberately sat next to him it wasn't accidental. The idiot had asked her why and she said what she truly meant. Then he had to go and make an embarrassing nickname for her. After that he left off the honorific, which just made it even more embarrassing. Trying to be friendly and all when they didn't know each other quite well. It made her scoff.

Honestly.

Who was Rin Okumura?

—

Izumo Kamiki.

That was quite a mishap of the monster that had appeared, much less in the girl's dressing room. He hadn't known her name but her friend instead as she was carried off. Yet she hadn't budged as she made herself scarce, away from everyone and she was crying.

To see a girl crying, despite being rude, he'd seen how she treated Shiemi and how she manipulated the girl with how she thought friendship worked, which wasn't that. Yet seeing her crying made him upset too. Not even thinking twice, he had taken his shirt off and tossed it on her as he was piteous and she was a pitiful thing.

"Put it on and get out."

With that he then turned away and left her without another word.

Mostly because he didn't know what to say afterwards but that was all he could do.

Unbeknownst to the both of them, that would change.

A/N: What a short intro! But yeah that's it for now. I'll try to update quickly hehe. Please read and review! I apologize for any mistakes. Next chapter is when it starts to deviate so be prepared!