Hello everyone, This is a new story from me, and I still intend to continue the other one I have started, I just had to write this. It was originally going to be a one-shot, but I decided, with all the Ideas I had it was gonna need multiple chapters. Later on in the story, it will be loosely following a Role-play between me and a friend of mine. Oh and it's gonna have some RinxIzumo :) little now, a bunch later on. Please Read, enjoy, and Review. No Flames please, they just make me nervous to check my reviews. *looks around like a ninja*

Now on with the story~

Disclaimer: I do not own Ao No/Blue Exorcist.

Chapter 1: Dreams Silhouetting The Future

It was in the dark of night. I woke with a shuddering start. Heart beating, way too fast to be normal. But normal I wasn't anyway. My tail had tangled in between my legs and bed sheets, sticky with sweat.

It had been that dream again.

The one I continuously had, night after, night, after night. Black swirling, ever dark, dark, darker, but in the midst, a light shined forward, I would always reach towards the light, assuming it a way out. A way out of the abysmal darkness that had taken hold of my mind.

But, as I neared it I notice what it was for real. Blue flames. They quickly ignited around me, drowning my mind in their madness, burning away my false body. The part of me that still felt human. Looked human.

The flames tore it away, Ripping, tearing, searing. They were devouring me. I screamed. Begged. Pleaded. But still, they had their way with me. Soon, I was stripped of my Assian body. Ears longer, Talons, Flames circling my body. Menacing.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him. He stood as tall as me, same blue hair, glasses. A black uniform sillueted by the flames. Silver, beautiful guns.

Yukio.

He would tilt his head to the side, right, every time. He would give me a look, like I was filthy; impure. He didn't look at me like a brother would look at a brother, twin to twin. He looked at me as if I was Satan himself. Then he would scowl. Every time I would be forced to watch, in slow motion, as his twin's mouth formed one word.

Just one word.

One damn word.

"Demon."

The words stung, like a thousand needles were poking through my pale skin, digging deep, into my heart. Twisting it into nothing more than a pile of bloody chambers.

Then he would raise his two silver guns, point them right at my being.

And shoot.

The bullet would race towards me and every time, it took about thirteen seconds for the pain to reach my body. Not that I wasn't already in pain.

It burned more, the bullets' holy water seeping into my veins.

"Die Demon. Leave us now; suffer."

His voice was so cold, so bland, and so lifeless. Couldn't he see how much suffering I had already been through?

Then I would fall.

Fall, the blue following me of course, through a small tunnel, in which everyone, all my friends, could see. They would laugh, taunt, or even take their own try at hitting me. Smiting me. KILLING me.

Then I would connect my blue eyes with hers.

Purple hair pulled back into twin pigtails, school uniform, and the most oddest of eyebrows. She was cute, beautiful even. Her eyes, a plum purple, were soft, forgiving, kind. Her face covered with a rose blush as she gave me a sideways glance.

Izumo.

But, then her eyes, they would always harden. Get the same empty look as the rest of them. They would fill with hate.

Her words hit the air

The words to summon her familiars, then the words to attack.

They flew down to me, and with a sad look in their eyes, bit down on me. If there was any of me left to bite down on.

"We are sorry prince," they would say every time.

It hurt, but I was dead already, wasn't I? Dead inside? Dead to them?

The dream would continue on, me falling forever, not even getting the comfort of actual death. Actual release.

Then, after falling for so long, I would wake up. But the feeling wouldn't be like when you dream you were being chased by wolves or something. And relief washed over you when you realized it was just a dream. The feeling of dread lingered, the feeling of pain. Of being shunned. Being reacted to like I was an actual demon.

I run a hand through my wild blue hair, my eyes still wide, and let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding, panting almost. Looking around my dark room, my eyes then fell onto the Koma sword, Kurikara. It held a bunch of my demonic power back in Gahenna. I was so glad to have that sword, for it to still be there, but … then …

It started shaking slightly, wobbling kind of, till it fell over, and continued shaking.

I edge closer to it, wondering what the hell is happening. I reach out my hand, tentatively touching the sheath. Then I hear it.

A voice, hot, calculated, but also bestial.

"Free me."

The sword grew still after it those words, and I looked back at my brother. He was still asleep, his breaths coming in soothing waves. I sighed, figuring it must have been my imagination.

Standing up, I exit our room quietly heading down the hall to our bathroom to wash my face. The hallways creak silently, as if the noise was supposed to be louder but was not. I rubbed my head; I was getting a massive headache.

When I reached the bathroom, my feet could barely hold me, suddenly, I fell to the floor. The impact was definite, sound, and soon I heard the step, unsitck, of bare feet running toward me on the tile flood.

"Rin!" My brother called when he reached my side, "What the hell happened?" He asked voice sounding horrid. I looked up at him. It was like I was looking up through a basin of water at him, his face seemed to ripple, move. I coughed, trying to speak. "Y.. Yukio.."

Then I flipped over and threw up, and when the foul smell hit my nose, I threw up again. Yukio held me from behind, kind of stroking my back. "Are ya okay? Done?" He asked me. I shook my head, knowing I was done. My stomach was empty.

He stood up, hanging onto one arm. Pulling me up as well. I used him as a cane all the way back to our room, in which I sat down on my bed, and brushed the bangs out of my eyes. Yukio sat next to me. "Will you be okay?" He asked tentatively, honestly caring.

I shook my head and leaned back onto my pillow. I was again so sleepy, it tugged at my eyes, which soon closed. I felt the weight holding my bed down leave as Yukio made his way away from me, probably to clean up the mess.

I feared what I'd see as darkness took my mind, ensnaring me in its sleepy stupor.

The dream was different this time.

I stood in blackness. It didn't move, but it felt comfortable. Perfect, in fact. Then, slowly, a moon rose. It was blood red. And I could see a castle. The kind every twisted horror movie should. One that should be crawling with demons. And that it was.

They where everywhere, in the sky, in the castle, on the castle, everywhere.

"So you came, I knew that it would come to this eventually. Get rejected? That's fine. you belong here anyway." A cold, psychotic voice called out. Was it talking to me? Then I looked over, to my right, and I saw two beings. One was tall, dignified. He was dirty grey robes, hood pulled up over his head, but twisted horns could easily be seen popping from the front of his hood.

The other was a boy, slightly hunched over, shivering as if all there was not heat. He had dark blue hip length hair, two elegant twisting horns out of his head, and very long pointed ears. Looking down his lean back I saw two identical ugly scars on either side of the center of his back. A sleek black tail lay almost limp on the ground. The being looked lost, confused. Like he really was rejected, as the other had called out.

I looked at the two, dreading.

The taller one made his way to the boy and placed a hand on his shoulder, then leaned down and looked the boy in the eyes. "Hungry?" he asked with a twisted, malevolent smile.

The boy looked up at him, hair falling back slightly to reveal his face. Fiery blue eyes stared up at the man. Then he shook his head.

I on the other hand took a step back, those eyes… they where mine. Then I realized I was seeing myself. Myself in some dark land, horns on my head, a demon.

Then the image began to dissipate as the man looked up at me, the boy who was me already gone.

"I hope you are enjoying this look into the future,"

He said as he disappeared too. Nothing left but lips whispering.

"Seen you soon, my son."

~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~

-2 days later-

To say I was dreading the future would be a lie. I didn't know if that dream was true, but it felt so real, like a vision.

I tried to act the like the same person, but knowing you could be destined to fall into darkness makes it hard. But still, I pulled on, not giving up the light. There was no way I would go to Satan. I was gonna kick his ass!

This particular morning was harsh on me though, I just could not keep food down for the past few days and I was starving. This also worried me, because I had said I was hungry in my vision. Hell, I looked hungry. And seeing how the other person, who I assumed to be Satan, seemed to know this too.

I headed down the hall in a black tee shirt and grey sweats, yawning, much like a cat would. Rubbing the back of my head, I sat down at the dining table and looked down at the foods set before me. Man was I hungry, but this food didn't look appealing at all.

I pushed away the tray right as Yukio sat down. "Geez, still can't keep food down? May I check your temperature again?"

It always comforted me, knowing Yukio would care for me, as a doctor. It was like he was the older brother, even though we all know I'm the older one.

"Sure, I guess." I said, picking at my fingernails.

He got up and walked out of the room, to get his thermometer perhaps?

As soon as he exited, though, the room seemed to get darker, colder.

"Rin."

That damn voice again! This is the fourth time now since that night, but why? Who, or what was calling to me. I also kind of knew but refused to believe it.

"Free me, please, just draw your sword."

It was more direct now, telling me what to do, the other times it just repeated it's plea to be freed.

"Draw your sword."

'No!' I shout think back at it, gripping my head.

Suddenly, the darkness in the room dissipated with the re-appearance of my twin. "You okay?" He asked a bit worried.

I look up at him, then sigh, my hands falling to my lap. "Yeah… just a headache." I lied with a weak smile. Man, this was getting Cheesy! Like one of those stupid movies. Sighing, I proceed to let Yukio check my temperature.

"Normal as per usual, nothing seems to be wrong. Maybe you should stay in bed for the day, I mean it is a Saturday. You need to relax, and take it easy. Rest for a day." He said putting away his medical supplies. "Alright." I said rubbing my head, then stood and left the room.

In the bedroom, I feel on the mattress, almost instantly out.

"Rinnnnnnnnnnn"

The demon held Izumo by the thought. Claws extended over her jugular.

A gun shot, then two. The demon looks down, and then extends his tail to wrap around my brothers throat raising him off the ground. His hand went up to struggle with the slick black wrapped tightly around his neck. The demon gave a growl, opening his mouth to form word perfectly.

"Where is Rinnn Okumura, Exorcist? I will kill you both if He is not brought to me." He spat out as a he slid a claw across Izumo's troat, drawing blood…

I instantly jumped up from my bed after awakening from the vision, scrambling around till I found what I was dreading to find. A folded piece of paper, the words quickly scribbled sent a horrible tremor of worry through me.

-Rin, got a call. A big demon appeared at the west gate. Will be back soon. Yukio-

I quickly grabbed my sword and headed out of the dorm.

'Please don't let me be too late!'

~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~

The demon on the bridge laughed when he saw me, angry as hell. Yukio lay on the ground pale looking, and Izumo still laid in the clutches of the demon, bleeding heavily from the neck. Damn him for targeting her and Yukio! Damn him!

Running forward, I shouted at the beast. "Hey, Snot brain, you wanted me so here I am!" I shouted at him. He looked over, gleeful at finding his actual target. He dropped Izumo, and she fell with a sickening thud.

The demon took a step forward. "Rinnn Okumuraaa, you are goinggg to come with me now."

"As if!" I shout up at him, tail lashing. "Go to hell! You'd enjoy it there!" I shouted at him, pulling my sword off my shoulder. I slid the red cover off and it fell into a pile on the ground. As my fingers found their way up the sheath, I felt the air around me grow excited.

"Yes! Yes!"

The voice shouted, pleaded, with me.

'Damn!' I thought as the demon extended a clawed hand towards me and I was forced to avoid to the side. How could I draw my sword if a damn voice was telling me to draw it? I was worried drawing it this time would e the end.

Jumping onto the guard rail, I ran behind the demon, and then jumped off, twisting my body to land a good kick to its side. It howled in slight pain, then grabbed my ankle, and with a twitch of his wrist was thrown all the way across the bridge. Getting up, I wiped blood from the corner of my mouth.

The demon seemed unfazed, as if my attack did nothing. He then laughed harder. "What was that? A kick! Ha! Why don't you draw your sword and fight me like a true demon!" He shouted, and then raced towards me, extending a clawed hand forward. I caught hold of me and pushed me on the rail with a thud. With a misty laugh, he began to draw his hand closed, crunching me.

I felt blood sliding down my face, right into my eye. With a shaky hand I reached for the sword in the other, shakily, trying to move my body in the constricting space.

Getting my hand on it I smiled.

"Yes! Yes! Draw the sword! Free me!"

What ever happened in the end, no matter what occurred in the future, I needed to remember this; it would have been death if I hadn't drawn this sword.

And with a shaky hand, my sword left its sheath, and flames engulfed me as like usual.

I cut the demons hand in half, and then took a shaky step forward. I looked down at my now blood stained sword just to watch it grow a light blue, heat pulsing off it, and then shatter, specks of blue all over the place.

What happened next was life changing.

"Free at last!"