Heya! It's me agaaaaaaaaain! You just can't escape me now can you ;D
Sorry for the sucky summary guys, I had to keep on shortening it and taking out words so that it would fit the silly 'character count' that Fanfiction forces upon us ( curse you FF! ... jokes, I love you really :D ). This is not an AU by the way; exorcists and demons are still prowling the streets :P
NOTE: I'm not one of those authors who put random author notes halfway through he story, so if you see something in a bracket and you are not sure, it IS part of the story. :) Happy reading x
Summary: Since birth, Okumura Rin could see ghosts. At the tender age of 15 he was made fatherless, Yukio left as the only familly he would accept, and he was plunged neck deep into the world of exorcism... he knows that there is more than Assiah and Gehenna, he knows the truth, but he also knows that nobody would accept it, they would call him mad, so he keeps it hidden from the world.
Welcome to The Spirit Wanderer...
The first thing I noticed: blood.
As I entered my new cram school class for the first time in my life, Mephisto in dog form trotting merrily beside me, I was stunned. So shocked was I that I had nearly slipped up and shown my horror.
The room, the walls, the desks and the chairs, they were coated, dripping, spewing blood. It was like a massacre had recently occured, like a scene out of an 18 rated horror movie ( with far too much blood in it for the director to be considered mentally healthy ), to be quite frank it caused an overwhelming nausea within me as my stomach churned unpleasantly. I knew I should have been used to scenes like that but... I couldn't exactly be called sane if I was, could I?
There were eight people in the room already ( excluding Mephisto and me )
The second thing I noticed: body
There were seven living people in the room already ( excluding Mephisto and me )
Great. Just great. Someone decided to hang themselves here. Simply woderfull. LUCKY me... wow, life must REALLY hate me. I know that I'm the son of Satan and all but, please, Lord have mercy! I know I don't believe in you God but jeez! Just give a guy a frickin' break!
After internally reciting a silent prayer within my mind, which I knew would go unanswered, I hung my head low and trotted over to the front desk in the middle row. It was the FARTHEST seat away from the hanging corpse as I could get... and TRUST ME, I did NOT want to be anywhere even remotely near that thing. Heck, I didn't even want to be in the same room as it... but I couldn't of blown my cover now could I.
I had to remember to keep up my facade, I couldn't let my horror and utter raw disgust show on my features. No, that would give away my secret now wouldn't it. I couldn't have that, nope, not at all. At a very young age, before even starting school, I had learned to keep my mouth shut about 'abnormal' things. It just wasn't... well... normal. I saw the way some of the people at church looked at me when I mentioned the extra person sitting at the dinner table, or that strange guy with one eye who always just sits in our bathroom. They thought it was a game, 'Rin's imaginary friend again' they all said. Well, that certainly shut me up. It was blatant they never saw what I saw, and hey, I considered them lucky... VERY lucky. Sometimes the things that I could see figured out that I could see them and, boy, that sure as hell did not work out too well.
I KNEW I shouldn't turn around. I KNEW that I would be putting myself in danger if I turned around. I KNEW that I should of just ignored that spirit, that ghost, that WHATEVER that was hanging above one of the desks in the back. But, hey, I was always too curious for my own good.
Slowly, I turned, regretting my foolish action even as I was doing it. It was just so tempting to sneak a peak at the paranormal entity that I was BLESSED with the ability to see... yeah right, blessed my ass. I was cursed.
I kept my expression lazy, like you would expect on a NORMAL person who couldn't see ABNORMAL things in that NORMAL classroom. Instantly I knew that, if I was alone and had an absence of company, my eyes would DEFINENTLY have widened comically. THAT was how much I hated myself and my stupid anticts at that moment.
Curse my curiosity.
A woman, mid-late 40's, with unnaturally black dyed hair, was hanging by a loose noose around her neck, swaying gently as if it was only seconds since her feet had left a surface. Her head was hung low so I couldn't see her face, her skin pale, splatted with blotches of blue and purple, as if her skin was once a blank canvas until someone painted a masterpiece.
Masterpiece? Wow, I've gotton a bit psycho...
Narrowing my eyes slightly and concentrating, I could tell that there were some hand shaped bruises and marks along her wrists, leading all the way up until the elbow. They varied in size, most were large, the size of your average man's, but there were smaller ones too... childlike... or dwarph.
It's kinda sick that I could think up something even slightly humorus in this situation. Maybe I have really lost my marbles... baka Rin! There's nothing wrong with me! I'm fine, shut up.
She wore an ankle length white dress, it resembled an old-fashioned night gown. Upon further thought, I concluded that it was indeed a night gown. That allowed me to date the body back to the 1600s.
Wow, she is prehistoric. She could be my great-great-great-great-great-great nanny... that's kinda creepy.
Lowering my gaze, I noticed that she had bare feet and measured up to around 5' 6.
Tut tut, she's not even wearing slippers! What a tra -
My inner musings were cut short by a change in the woman. Her head lifted suddenly, her eyes immediately connecting with mine.
Oh shit.
I spun my head round so quickly that I was half surprised that I didn't get whiplash. My hair splayed in all directions as I stuggled to keep calm and not alert the others in the room to my sudden change in attitude. Sweat matted my brow as I struggled to ward back a potential onset of hyperventilation.
Once again, CURSE my STUPID and CHILDISH curiosity... damn, I must really hate myself to be constantly putting myself through this...
I was, once again, interrupted from my thoughts, although this time it was by a far more welcome presence. No trace of the paranormal at all on this being that had kindly pulled my mind from ABNORMAL thoughts, albeit even if it was just for a moment, a moment of normal thoughts and interruptions was considered BLISS in my little universe I called my brain, conscience and sanity.
My thought tracks had been interrupted by Yukio.
For the next few minutes I tried to garner Yukio's attention and focus it on me. I wanted him to clear the room so we could talk face to face. I wanted to talk to him about his keeping his exorcist activities from me... if truth be told, I KNEW his and father's secret for a long time. It wasn't like I snooped around and investigated, it wasn't like I wanted to know the pain they went through trying to protect me from what, at the time, I didn't even believe in.
When I was about 7 or 8, there was a little ghosty, his name was Billy, that kept on bugging me and following me around. He wasn't very nice, he wasn't. No. He was a cruel boy. He was bitter, sour and took every chance he could at making my life a misery. He would initiate fights between me and other people because he knew that I would get in trouble and get dumped with all the blame, he would distract me in class and taunt me and tease me because he knew that I wanted to keep my... '6th sense' a secret, which meant that I couldn't react to him or defend myself against his petty jabs.
Well, one glorious ( NO day is glorious when you are 'GIFTED' like me ) morning, I was awoken by having one of my pillows covering my air tracks and effectively suffocating me. What a great omen to start the day with! Strangely enough, when I had cleared my path for breathing ( and recovered from my mild dizzyness, caused by sudden lack of oxygen ), there was no sign of Billy. I was relieved and worried at the same time ( Is that even possible?! ), I was expecting to see him hover over me in his usual victorial-style attire, scruffy brown hair and bangs sliding over his eyes. So when I noticed his absence, I considered it a gift from the heavens.
It was only later that Billy came back to me. It was that evening, I was getting ready for bed while Yukio and Father had just come back from some kind of outing. I didn't mind it when those two went off together without me, it happened quite often and at regular intervals. When I asked, I was told by one of the church workers that the old-geeser was accompanying Yukio to some sort of extra-curriculum course, so I was in no rush to join them.
Anyway, Billy came to me...
Putting my comfy pyjama top on over my head, I mentally scoured through my day, trying to figure out the mystery behind the sudden absence of Billy. I stretched one arm up high before suddenly being pushed from behind and slammed into the corner of my bed. I groaned, I knew that I would have a bruise in the morning. Looking up I spotted the one guilty for my fall; low and behold, it was Billy.
"Go away Billy."
"Whaaat? No HELLO, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" His voice was crackly and rough, coming out almost distorted. I winced slightly at the sudden raise in his voice, noting that he had adopted a slight threatening tone. I didn't want any trouble and I definentely didn't want to start any arguments as there were other people in the house and I didn't want them to think I was weird.
"Okay then, where have you been oh best freind of mine?" My hushed whispers came out slightly more sarcastic then I had intended, but luckly Billy ignored it.
"I found something exciting out..."
I knew that he was drawing it out on purpose and I was not in the mood to play along with his quips. I raised my left eyebrow slightly as a signal for him to continue.
"Your father and your brother have been lying to you..."
I adopted a slight frown, "what do you mean? "
"Ahhhh... now I've caught ya attention, aven' I... "
I sighed, we weren't getting anywhere and Yukio could have come up at any minute.
"Get on with it, you know that I don't have much time."
"True, truuuuuue."
At that moment the door swung open to reveal Yukio standing in all his glory, already ready for bed.
"Nii-san, what are you doing on the floor?"
I quickly picked myself up from the carpeted ground and crawled into my bed. I turned to face the wall as I heard the tell-tale click that was the light switching off. I closed my eyes and listened to the soft sound of rustling sheets that I recognised as Yukio clambering into his own bed. It was then that I felt a supernatural presence close beside me on my bed and I realised that I would not be able to escape from Billy.
His voice once again resounded around the room. It seemed to come from the very walls themselves but I knew that he was right beside me... ghosts were a strange science after all.
"Now where was I... "
The night went on with Billy drawling out his story of how he had followed Yukio and Father and discovered the interesting world of exorcism. Of course, at the time I didn't believe in demons and exorcists, I thought that Billy was just messing with me on that aspect, but I did believe one thing: Yukio and Father were teaming up behind my back to protect me from something. I assumed it was something like they were training to be police officers or maybe detectives because they wanted to protect me from some bad guys that were targeting me for some unknown reason... it was only on that fatefull night, when I met my true father, that all the peices clicked into my brain... but of course I still had to hide it from Yukio or he would get suspicios about how I already knew that he was teamed up with father.
Finally, after a few minutes of me rudely interrupting the class, Yukio ushered everyone out. It wasn't like I didn't have the patience to wait until class was over to talk to him... I just had a dead woman standing right behind me, she was slightly bent towards me so that her face was lowered RIGHT next to mine. We were so close that our cheeks ( my cheek, hers was more of a bone covered with leathery skin ) were practically touching. I wanted to move out of my chair without looking suspicous... what better way to do that then to pretend that I want to know the truth from Yukio and the 'accidentally' knock the vial of blood on the floor that would summon lower level demons and give me an excuse to cut things down, giving me a chance to secretly exterminate the ghost woman who was currently climbing up my table in a trance-like state, most likely acting out the last scene of her life: the suicide scene.
Beautifull... right on my desk.
Hey dudes! I hope you like it - i just really wanted to get this idea out.
This fic will be continued but it wont be like a continuous story ( this is hard to explain ). Basically, I will take parts of different ( or same ) episodes and edit them to add in some paranormalllll ( wooooh... spooky )
This fic probably won't be updated regularly or often, just when i get a hit of inspiration ( lucky for you i already have enough ideas for two more chaters ^_^ ). This fic will only be updated more often if it becomes more popular than The HollowHeart, because that is my main priority.
I have no Beta ( I don't want one either ) so sorry about any mistakes, whether grammatical or just spelling errors, I am sorry m( _ _ )m