Shii-chan: I swear to god…..I've been hooked to Blue Exorcist lately…Rin-chan is sooo~~~ cute~!
Rin: W-WHAT!
Shii-chan: you would look adorable in a kitty boy outfit~!
Rin: WHAT!
Shii-chan: with Blacky on your lap!
Rin: _
Shii-chan: and Bon holding your leash like the kitty slave boy you now are~!
Rin: Dear gods…kill me now?
Bon: nope! That'd be a waste
Rin: MOTHER FUCKER!
Bon: shut up Okumura!
Shii-chan: fucking….NO FIGHTING DAMMIT! JUST DO THE FUCKING DISCLAIMER WHILE I LISTEN TO THE FUCKING OPENING!
Rin: MEEP!
Bon: Shii-chan doesn't own Blue Exorcist, so don't sue
Summary: a little after everyone finds out about Rin being Satan's son. Everyone is now fearing him and while thinking he's alone, Rin cries out in despair since the only reason he reviled himself to everyone was to save his supposed 'friends'. Bon finds the broken demon boy crying his despair out at being betrayed by his friends, remembering the melancholic smile Rin had before he revealed himself to them all. So he does his best to cheer up the broken boy.
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-Prologue-
It had been at least a week since everyone had found out the truth of Rin Okumura. The truth that he was Satan's child. The truth that he was a demon who could easily kill them.
So why was he trying so hard to be their friends?
Ever since that incident with Amaimon all the exorcists had their guard up when near Rin. So how come it didn't bother him that when he even reached to scratch his back during a mission or class, he had to deal with every near bodied exorcist gripping their weapons?
In truth, it did bother him. He tried his best, risking everything he had to save his so called 'friends' when they were in danger. He showed them the truth, hoping they'd accept him with all their spouting of friendship and teamwork and all that hypocritical bullshit. Yet when he shows them the truth about him, hoping he could trust them, they stab him in the back, yelling and panicking about the dangers of having Satan's child near them. Even the girl he saved with those blue flames, Shiemi, stabbed him straight in the back.
So how could he still try so hard to be friends with them?
The answer was simple, that was the only true taste of friendship he had ever had in his whole life. How could he not try to earn it back? How couldn't he try to persuade those stupid humans he was trust worthy since they were his only friends? How could he abandon his only believed true friends?
So when ever they stared at him with fear written in their eyes, it broke him inside all that much more. He was oh so close to his mental breaking point when he sensed the mistrust surrounding him from the exorcists he was around.
How could they do this to me? Why don't they trust me after trying my best to save them from Amaimon? Why did I have to be Satan's fucking child!
These were the now normal questions flowing around in his being. The only thing he really felt besides the endless depression caused by rejection. The self-loathing starting to form when he was alone.
Nothing could and would help him besides from the return of his friends.