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CHAPTER ZERO

PROLOGUE

"Children have to be educated, but they also have to be left to educate themselves."
- Abbe Dimnet

HIRASAWA NAMI DIDN'T know if it was physically possible to hate anything more than what she was doing right now: packing up her bags.

She told herself that she could have done it the night before they were supposed to be leaving; it would have made things easier. Though, she was too much of a procrastinator for that. The previous night have been spent doing irrelevant things, none of which had anything to do with her luggage. This led to her staying up all night . . . which was a big mistake in itself. This became apparent to her as she rushed out of her futon, cleaned herself up, and shoved her best articles of clothing into her black suitcase. When it didn't fit, she jumped on it, zipping it shut with a loud huff. They had to be out of here in an hour.

Her hands gripped onto the suitcase to pull it out of her bedroom, and down the stairs of her parents' house. It was only a few months ago that Japan had almost been consumed by a dark force. One of the darkest forces of all. She didn't know too much about it—she didn't want to. She did remember being locked underground with her family during the mess. That was all of the information she needed.

Demons.

Her father had often told her stories about those make-believe creatures when she was younger. But, now, she was coming to the conclusion that they weren't so make-believe. They were real and strong enough to force people to evacuate from their homes. That was why her father was making her leave.

He didn't want her anymore. Well, at this house, at least. He said that he was sending her somewhere safe. Far away from the things that threatened to take the things she loved the most.

There was a small girl standing at the bottom of the staircase. Her bright green eyes were fixed on Nami's, her long, platinum blonde locks pulled into a neat ponytail. Nami almost glared at the girl. Unlike her, she must have been preparing for their departure since last week. The blonde stepped aside to reveal the two bright suitcases behind her. Nami looked down at her single one. Of course.

"Good morning, Nami," the girl greeted with a large grin.

Nami tugged her suitcase down the stairs, grumbling, "Morning, Asaki . . ."

Fujimori Asaki had been staying in her house for a week now. Her mother, Nami's aunt, had agreed on it. It was that day months ago that Asaki's father was lost to the warfare between humans and demons. Because of that, her mother and Nami's father decided to send the blonde with her younger cousin. Not that Nami minded. At least she was taking someone familiar to her.

When her feet touched the last step, the suitcase clunking behind her, she noticed a figure bend down to pick up Asaki's luggage. The white hair and green eyes were instantly noticeable. Nami called out to him, and he glanced over at her. His narrow eyes narrowed even more in questioning. However, when her arms reached high above her head, her mouth opening wide to release a yawn, he practically rolled his eyes.

"Dad, are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean—"

"You mean that you pulled an all-nighter, you only got two hours of sleep max, you're sleepy, and you want to stay in bed?" His raspy, aged voice cut her off.

She parted her lips to protest, but she couldn't. He had hit the nail right on the head. He was correct.

Knowing that he won, he smirked. "Nami, you're sixteen now. You can't keep doing these irresponsible things. You two go get in the car. We're going to be late."

Asaki grinned wider; if that was possible. "Okay, Ojisan!"

"I told you to stop calling me that! I'm not old, damn it!"

Nami didn't say anything while Asaki and her father gathered the last of their things and left the house. Her mother was standing at the doorway; she always did when someone was leaving for a long period of time. Nami walked over to the dark-haired woman, streaks of gray intertwining into her short strands, and waited. Waited for her mother to beg her to stay. The woman wiped her wet hands on her blue apron . . . pulling it down a bit in the process to reveal her large cleavage. Nami wanted to sweat drop. This lady never did like covering those huge things up even if it was a sad time like this one.

"Seriously, Mama," was all that Nami could managed to get out.

Her mother sheepishly scratched the back of her head. She knew she was ticking her daughter off. Nami shouldn't have expected any different. Old habits die hard.

Before she could rant about how the woman was almost forty and shouldn't be wearing such tight shirts, her mother threw her arms around the small girl, almost yanking her ribbon out of her long, white hair. "I'm going to miss you, Nami!" the woman all but wailed.

Nami's green eyes glanced up at the ceiling and sighed. Yup, her mother definitely was a twenty-year-old.

"Make sure you eat plenty of fruits and vegetables, stay away from rabbits because you're allergic to them, drink plenty of water, exercise every day, take care of Asaki, brush your hair every day because you inherited your father's tangly white hair, sadly—"

"Oi!" he snapped from outside.

"Oh, take a joke, Kohaku!"

Nami pulled away from the woman. "Mama, I'm going to a school. I'm going to be fine."

Her mother nodded in understanding. Though she honestly didn't want to, the girls leaving was for the best. They would be safe if such a crisis were to arise again. And, as she stood at the door, watching as Nami, Asaki, and her husband climbed into the car and left, she knew nothing bad would happen. She felt her eyebrow twitch. Nothing bad better happen . . . or she was going to shove her foot up Mephisto's ass.

I couldn't help it. I started a Blue Exorcist story. Keep in mind that this will be taking place a few months after the first season of the anime. Since this was started before the second season began, it will still follow those events. Just with twists and differences. :)

Also, this story is apart of my series of OCs. Each story will have an OC love interest with a -dere personality to them. This story's -dere is :

Tsunshun
Unlike a Tsundere, Tsunshuns put up a harsh front to protect themselves from pain. These characters will often regret their harsh behaviour afterwards.

~ Insane