Hello, Asuna here! This is my first fanfic. Hope you like it!

In this story, Rin and Yukio look almost identical, except Yukio has glasses and moles.

Japanese used: -kun: honorific, suffix used for boys of your age or younger (I think?)

nii-san: older brother

Enjoy!

"Hey! I'm Okumura Yukio. Looks like we're seatmates this term." Yukio smiled at the boy who sat next to him. The boy had dark brown hair with a blonde streak cutting through the middle. Rooster, Rin would've called him, thought Yukio amusedly.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Suguro Ryuji." the boy replied, smiling slightly.

Suguro? As in Tatsuma Suguro? Must be.

"Would you like to have lunch with me? This is the first day, and people tell me I should be more outgoing." Yukio asked.

"Sure, why not?" Ryuji agreed. "Can I bring my friends?"

"You have friends already?" Yukio arched his eyebrow. "Though please do bring them."

"Oh, no, they're my childhood friends." explained Ryuji. "They're in this class, actually. The pink-haired guy is Renzo Shima, but you can call him Shima. This is Konekomaru Miwa." He pointed to Shima, who sat behind him.

Shima and Miwa, huh... these three are the Blue Night kids!

"Hey!" Shima said, smiling. "Nice to meet you, Yukio."

"Same here," Konekomaru chirped.

"Likewise, Shima-kun, Konekomaru-kun," Yukio returned their smiles.

"So what's your favourite colour, Yukio?" asked Shima.

"Seriously, Shima?" Ryuji deadpanned.

"What? At least I asked him something!" retorted his friend.

"It's blue." Yukio chuckled. "Yours?"

Shima pointed to his hair. "Why'd you think I dyed my hair that colour?"

"Because you were sick of the stereotypes that boys can't use pink and all that shit? Because you wanted to be noticed? There could be a million reasons, you know." Yukio replied. "It isn't necessarily that you like pink."

"Oy, Bon, looks like our new friend's just like you, mm?" Shima teased. "Don't forget about us when you're off with him!"

"Idiot," huffed Ryuji, or Bon, as was his apparent nickname.

"Who, me? That's impossible when I'm practically always around you. Some of that smart stuff has to have stuck in my brain!"

"You sound like-" Yukio stopped abruptly. He missed Rin too much to talk about him.

"Like who?" pressed Shima.

"Like my dad," he replied. Good save, he congratulated himself. "He's just as goofy and crazy. So, I take it you're here to train as exorcists?"

"How did you - ?" spluttered Ryuji.

"My father told me a lot about the Blue Night in general. He referenced your family names in particular." Yukio replied.

Ryuji's eyes filled with hate and anger. Konekomaru's face fell.

I think I said the wrong thing.

"I, uh… sorry."

"Don't – don't be," said Konekomaru awkwardly.

"I guess I should just stop talking now. I've always had a mouth too big for my own good, you know," Yukio muttered dejectedly, turning back to his desk.

I always say the wrong thing! Rin is so much better at making friends. I wish he were here.

"Hey, chill," Shima piped up. "It's okay. We'll be your friends, if that's what you're worried about!"

"You don't have to," Yukio murmured.

"We don't. But we will," shrugged Ryuji. "It isn't like you're the son of Satan or something."

You have no idea, thought Yukio wryly.

"Thank you," he said shyly.

"It's okay," replied Konekomaru, returning the shy smile.

Yukio felt euphoric. He'd finally made some friends!

Over the next week, the four became really close. Yukio found himself spending less time poring over books of medicine and more time being dragged around campus or participating in a joint study session with his three new friends – Yukio was terrible at algebra, while Ryuji could not make heads or tails of geometry (it was too simple, he argued), and Shima and Konekomaru just wanted to improve their grades.

But one thing Ryuji seemed to keep rehashing was the question of why the Exorcist Cram School hadn't started class yet. He wanted to become an exorcist as quick as possible, then kill Satan.

Yukio knew that that was impossible.

Why?

Because he and Rin were going to do it.

Shaking himself out of his daydream, he attempted to regain his focus. He really needed to listen, it was algebra!

Again, he wished Rin weren't out on a mission – he'd been away for three weeks now! Rin was amazing at algebra, and was usually the reason Yukio passed.

Yukio sighed, and did his best to listen to the teacher.

"Therefore, x equals 6," droned Mr Mato.

Suddenly, Shura rushed in, not bothering to acknowledge the teacher. She addressed Yukio directly.

"Yukio! Hospital wing, now! It's-"

Yukio was already on his feet, pulling his case out of his bag. He had a sinking feeling that he knew what it was. "He's back?"

"Yeah, and – it ain't good!"

"I'm coming," he told her, and muttering an apology to the teacher, rushed out.

Bon frowned as a pink-and-blonde-haired woman rushed in, yelling, "Yukio! Hospital wing, now! It's-"

What the hell? From the woman's tone, it seemed like they wanted Yukio to go check on a patient. Why would they need a fifteen-year-old to do that? Surely there were more qualified people?

Yukio rose calmly, pulling out a small leather case from his bag. He seemed to know what was going on. "He's back?" he asked the woman.

"Yeah, and – it ain't good!"

"I'm coming," replied Yukio, muttered an apology to the teacher, and rushed out.

What the hell was going on? Why did they need Yukio?

Bon scowled, making up his mind to grill his friend once he returned.

Pairings for the story –

Rin/Shima or Rin/Bon?

YUKIO/RIN is out of the question. Under no circumstances will I write Yukio/Rin.

Anyhow, please leave me your thoughts and comments in a review!

~ Asuna