Disclaimer: I do not own Ao no Exorcist! I love this anime so much, I've decided to show it to all my friends. Expanding the fandom XD So I hope you guys like this story :D Its gonna be somewhat tragic. Yosh! Time for the prologue!

Warning: There will be me using some words in Japanese. Not many, just a few. I am certainly NOT doing entire phrases. I'm not THAT good. Yet. But one day! :D They'll be small words.

Also, this will partially follow the anime. I will add my own canon, not to mention two friends of mine will have OCs that are going to show up next chapter or something, and I will also not be following the direct dialogue. We all think its boring when stories do that (no offense to those that do do that...hehehe...I said doodoo lol). So don't expect anyone to use manga or anime dialogue.

Anywhoozies, let us continue! I hope you like my OC. I've done my best to not make her so Mary-Sueish :/ And I'm apologizing ahead of time if I get our favorite demon a little OOC. He has a hard personality to write and I usually don't do this type of personality. So, apologizing now. But if I do, leave me a helpful review that will make sure I don't do it again.

But please don't be a Count Jerkula.

'Kay?

Alright, START TYPING, RIN!

Rin: SCREEEAAAAMMMM! *starts typing*


It had happened years ago, and is the exact reason she's walking down the halls of True Cross Academy. The other kids gave her looks. She glared at them all, her orange-brown eyes giving them a silent warning. She put her hands behind her head as she followed Mephisto, the clown explaining many boring things about the Academy with much gusto.

She heard the kids whispering about her as she walked down the hall. She sighed to herself. That's the reaction from everyone, no matter where she goes. Don't mind the slightly rebel appearance, guys. She totally doesn't look dangerous.

She felt her stomach tighten at her own sarcastic joke.

Boy, is she messed up.

That made her smile to herself. As she followed Mephisto outside, she was starting to get extremely bored and impatient. She finally decided to have him skip the boring introduction, much like Slayer's disclaimer, and get the flow to flow faster.

"Oi, Mephy-chan? When are you going to take me to the place I'm actually here for?" she asked.

Her impatience made Mephisto's eyebrow quirk, but she's always been this way, so he shrugged it off. "You mean the cram school?"

Her eyes intensified on her director. "What else?" she replied in a monotone voice.

"Patience, my dear~"

She sighed for the millionth time, crossing her arms square over her chest. "Please, no games, Mephisto. I just want to get there and get this over with. This is boring."

She had muttered that last part, but the demon before her heard it anyway, no matter how unintentional is was for him. He gave her a small smirk and led her over to a bridge. "Very well, Hazel. If that's what you want."

The girl, Hazel, leaned on one hip. She's a somewhat respectable height, still shorter than most others, standing around 5'4. She has waist-length somewhat wavy black hair, but her messy bangs are orange, and the braided short strands in front of her heavily pierced pointed ears are white. She was absentmindedly twirling one of the strands around her finger. Her skin is pale, and her eyelashes are thick. A small fake snake bite is on her lip, but it still looks real. Her attire is strange. She's wearing denim short shorts tie died multiple shades of blue with a black leather belt around her waist and a white one slung around her hip. A silver wallet chain hangs from her left side. Black leather knee-high boots adorn her feet, and a sleeveless gray turtle neck that exposed her midriff is her shirt. She wears a black trench coat that's undone in the front, the straps to tie it tight are mindlessly hanging at her sides. Her sleeves are rolled up at the elbows and cuffed, her hands wearing clean white wrist-length gloves. There are a few small scars on her thighs and her belly button is pierced.

The most odd thing about her appearance however, isn't the sharp canines that are shown when she smirks, but are the twin katanas slung from her shoulders, the hilts facing the ground. You can say that she's wearing them upside down. The scabbards of the blades are black, with silver trim and accents. She was obviously very protective of them, possessively stroking the hilts out of habit.

She's obviously had them for a very long time.

She was tapping her toe now as she waited for Mephisto to pull out a gold key. She gave it a weird look.

"Is there something wrong, Hazey-chan?" he asked while wiggling it in front of her face.

She looked at him and back at the key. "Please don't call me that. And do you have this in a different color? Preferably silver?"

"Nope!" said Mephisto with pride. Hazel grumbled as she swiped it out of his hand. She pulled a key ring out of nowhere and attached it to her belt loop, soon clipping the key onto it.

"Are you ready to meet your classmates?" asked Mephisto as he jumped off the bridge. Hazel grumbled and jumped down after him, landing square on her feet with skill. Mephisto slid a key into a key hole and opened the door. "Take a look inside."

Hazel peered in through the door way, her eyes widening at the massive hall before her. "Woah," he said, obviously impressed.

"I'll lead you to your classroom. This is where you will go after your day classes at the Academy. So to speak, you'll kinda be like Batman!"

"How will I be like Batman?" asked Hazel, imagining herself as her favorite superhero.

"Well, something during the day, butt kicker later, absolute butt kicker at night," said Mephisto, who apparently didn't know a thing about Batman due to laziness in not paying attention to Marvel or DC. Hazel shook her head with a smirk on her face. She still has many things to introduce to her demon instructor about human culture. He may think he knows everything, but he really doesn't.

"Well!" he said, abruptly stopping and making Hazel run directly into him. "Here we are! Welcome to cram school!"

He opened the door with so much gusto, that it almost flew off its hinges. He had a "whoopsie" look on his face. All the kids looked at the two with curiosity. Hazel feels like curling up into a ball and hiding away. "Thanks a lot for the attention, Mephy-chan," she said sarcastically. She straightened herself out and faced the class. "I'm Hazel Thorn. Nice to meet you."

She walked in and took a seat in the back. She stared at the board and smiled. Anti-demon Pharmaceutics. She's got this. As class went on, Hazel took notes and kept track, wrapping her mind around the different species of plants used in the area of expertise. Her eyes wandered up to inspect the other students and her teacher, who is now reading a book while the class reads a section of their books.

Now's the moment to read her classmates.

First, there's a guy with a pink puppet. Hazel sweatdropped. He has a creepy manner about him, so she decided to talk with him later and see if he's friendly. He somewhat creeps her out. She gets a chill down her spine whenever she looks at him. She looked at him again, finding his puppet staring back. She gulped and pointed her attention back at her book and pretended to read.

When she looked up, the creepy bunny was no longer staring. She moved on. Next, she inspected a bald kid. His eyes were narrowly focused on the words on the pages of his book. She noticed how incredibly bony he is. So he's smart, with the way he looks at the pages, and is serious about becoming an exorcist. But that seems to be his strong suit, and not athletics. But she made a mental note to not underestimate him anyway. He's probably incredibly fast when in danger. His eyes also seem kind, so that means he must be friendly. However, she could be wrong.

But that hasn't happened yet, so she doesn't doubt it.

The next one is the boy with pink hair. He's relaxed and laid back based on the way he sits. He seems to be trying to be the cool type. Obviously a ladies' man. Her suspicions were correct when he looked back at her and caught her staring, giving her an obnoxious wink. She pursed her lips and looked back at her book.

She made another mental note to be careful around him.

Her eyes wandered to two girls sitting next to each other, obviously best friends judging on the air around them. One had a kind look to her eyes, but the other one, the one with purple hair...Hazel can already see that she's stuck up and rude, not minding it at all to insult other people. Hazel frowned deeply to herself. She hates chicks like her. She's positive she and that girl aren't going to get along well.

There's a kid with a hood on, staring blankly at his book. Hazel sweatdropped when she realized that he was playing a PSP behind the book with the sound off. Welp, another one she's not going to bother talking to.

She saw a kid with a blonde streak down the middle of his hair. The piercings on his ears gave off the rebel air. Hazel smiled to herself. Maybe she can get along with this guy? Surely, they're the same? Wait, not quite. His eyes glint differently, as if remembering things from his past. But he blinked a few times and focused on reading again. So he's totally serious about this too? Her smile grew. She'll be best friends with that guy.

Her gaze finally wandered over to a girl dressed in a kimono and a boy with navy blue hair sitting next to her. The girl was girly, that's the first thing anyone could see. She feels alone, based off the far away look in her eyes. But she's got a kind heart. Hazel knew that if she tried, she could tolerate this girl and become good friends.

Now the boy...he was strange. He seems playful and serious about this, but just doesn't show it well enough. He likes to joke and such, but has a butt load of baggage. She made a mental note not to get in a fight with this guy. He's obviously got a temper. But the different air about him...then she noticed the sword he has.

She looked at her own twin blades, then back at the boy. Was he told never to unsheathe it too? Of course, ever since that day, she hasn't dared to. In all honesty, she's terrified by what her parents told her about them.

'Never let them fall into the wrong hands, sweet thing. In fact, don't let anyone breathe on them. No one can touch them. You can trust no one with them. If you take them out of their scabbards, death will happen, and it will happen wherever you go. Don't open them, or else the Devil will come for you.'

The thought made her gulp in fear. She shook her head. If that kid is just like her, then they must be here for the same reason.


Its the end of the class, and Hazel stretched her arms. She yawned as all the kids around her started talking to one another. All except with kid with the puppet and the other kid with the hood on.

Hazel stood up and sat down on her desk, swinging her legs.

"You don't have a uniform either?" asked someone. Hazel turned to find the girl in the kimono standing next to her.

"Well, I just don't have one because I think they wouldn't look good on me."

"Why?"

"Pink isn't my color," I mumbled. "I hate the color."

"Pink isn't that bad."

"Sorry. It just makes my eyes hurt and I get a headache just from staring at it. Its too bright and vivid for my taste. Excuse me, where are my manners? I'm Hazel Thorn."

"I'm Shiemi. Its nice to meet you."

Hazel nodded. "Same."

"Why are you here, Haze-chan?" asked Shiemi as she took a seat in a chair in front of her.

"Well," she started off, "I don't really wanna say, but it happened a long time ago. I've just been homeless since then so I didn't have the money to get in here. But then Mephy-chan found me and got me in once I told him everything."

"You told him?" asked Shiemi, a little hurt that Hazel had told Mephisto but has chosen not to tell her.

"Well, I kinda had to or else he wouldn't let me in. Besides, I don't like talking about it because its too painful to talk about."

Shiemi smiled in understanding. "I see. Then you don't have to tell me."

Hazel smiled. "Arigato."

Shiemi stood up and walked away, talking to the boy with the sword. He looked over to Hazel and waved. The girl blushed slightly and waved back, an awkward smile on her face. He then started wandering over. Hazel's hands absently moved down to stroke the hilts of her swords possessively. The boy gave her a goofy smile.

"Yo! I'm Rin!"

"I'm Hazel."

"I've heard. So how are you feeling about the cram school and everything?"

"I feel fine. I fit in well. It feels like we're all here for the same reason," replied Hazel.

"Well, I happen to know some of us are, but not all of us," Rin gave her another cheeky toothy grin. Hazel smiled back and reached into her pocket.

"Want some Life Savers?"

"Hard candy or gummies?"

Hazel smirked. "Hard candy, of course!"

Rin nodded enthusiastically. Hazel handed him a watermelon flavored sweet while she fed herself a grape flavored one.

"You like candy?" he asked.

"Bruh, I stop by the store and get some all the time."

And so, for the rest of the break before next class, Shiemi, Hazel, and Rin talked. Just as she thought, her readings on them were all correct, but she learned some surprising things. For sure, Rin has the same ambition as she does, and so does the guy with the piercings, whose name is Suguro. Shiemi, on the other hand, just seems to want to get stronger. Hazel smiles to herself. There's nothing wrong with that.

When class resumed, Mr. Neuhaus entered and began drawing on the ground with some chalk. "Today we are going to learn to summon familiars. You will be using these small papers with a rough sketch of this circle to summon them...that is, if you have the potential. I will now summon a demon."

Rin and Hazel stepped forward to inspect the intricate lines, but Mr. Neuhaus soon lectured them: "Do not step on the Magic Circle. If you destroy it, then your familiar vanishes."

With a sigh, Hazel and Rin step back, causing Shiemi to smile at them. Hazel looked away, slightly embarrassed. Mr. Neuhaus continued.

"Now to summon the demon, you need the Magic Circle and a drop of your own blood. Then, speak the first thing that comes to mind." The teacher extended his hand over the chalk circle and squeezed his hand, a few drops of blood dripping down. Hazel felt a little sick. Could she ever do such a thing to herself? "Son of Typhoeus and Echidna, comply with my request and show yourself!"

The air above the circle churned, and a Naberius emerged from the ground. "Wow! Is that a Naberius?" asked Konekomaru in surprise.

"Wow, I've never seen one," said Suguro.

"It stinks like sulfur," said Shima in a high voice that made him sound like he has a stuffed nose.

Hazel reached a hand out and touched the ghoul's back. It tensed, but then fell into her stroking hand. She smiled to herself as her classmates starred at her. She looked around herself.

"What? As long as the master wills it not to, the Naberius won't harm me. Right, Sensei?" Mr. Neuhaus nodded.

"Now not many have the natural aptitude to summon a demon to use as a Familiar. You will not only need an immense willpower to tame the demon, but the natural ability won't hurt. Now its your turn. It is time to see if you have this natural talent. Use the papers I gave you."

Hazel held hers in her hand as she watched Izumo successfully summon her familiar. She stared at hers and nodded to herself, finally deciding that she's gonna do this. She pricked her finger and spread it across the paper. She closed her eyes and held it out in front of her.

"I pray to the Grim Reaper, lend me your forces so that I may strike down my enemy!" Shadow erupted and swirled from the paper, taking the form of a giant purple dog with bright orange eyes. Mr. Neuhaus's eyes widened.

"That's...a Shifter Hellhound! That's extremely rare! Seems like the Grim Reaper has heard your prayer. This type of Hellhoud can shift into the form the summoner desires. That is excellent."

Hazel blushed. She feels slightly uncomfortable with all the attention she attracted. Shiemi's eyes widened and sparkled.

"See if you can change his form!"

"Uh, alright. I can try." Hazel closed her eyes and tried to envision what she wants her Hellhound to transform into. She thought of a female warrior dressed in black wielding a giant black scythe. She concentrated hard on the thought and a poof was heard. She opened her eyes to see a woman with long black hair tied up in a ponytail, grey eyes, black lips, pale skin, and black robes and boots and pants standing before her, a large black scythe slung over her shoulder. Hazel is ready to faint. She can control something like this?

The thought of all the new found power she just got made her dizzy. She better be careful. Better not lack her confidence. Her Familiar might kill her.

Her Familiar transformed into a Hellhound and Hazel noticed that the gender of the demon is actually male. She sweatdropped. Welp, she's not transforming her Hellhound into a woman again anytime soon.

Shiemi became so excited she tried to summon her Familiar too, succeeded. Mr. Neuhaus soon after gave the lecture for lack of confidence and the students were walking out the classroom. Hazel walked all by her lonesome. She turned around and saw Shiemi hurrying to catch up with Izumo. Hazel felt her heart sink or something. This is a new emotion. She hasn't felt something like this in a very long time. Probably because she's never needed to? Hazel shrugged, her thoughts wandering back to her Familiar.

What is she going to name him? She knew! Shinobu! She stared at her summoning papers. Shinobu. Yes. He'll like that name. She knows he will.


It was somewhat late when she was walking to the dorm Mephisto had told her to go to. She stared up at it with an awkward stare.

"This place is creepy," she said as she stared up at the True Cross Mens Dormitory. She scratched her head as she approached the door.

"Who the heck are you? asked a voice suddenly.


I hope you guys liked my exciting first chapter! Well, I hope it was sorta exciting...Meh. So tell me what you think! Review, follow, and favorite! Don't be the jerk that forces me to go on a rant. Flames won't be tolerated! Helpful criticism would be awesome. And if you do have the guts to flame me, at least use your own account instead of being a pansy.

I'll try and update as soon as I can, but with school and everything, its going to be hard. Especially with my extracurricular activities and stupid math homework *forces dog to eat homework*

Doomsday, I need an excuse and Killer hates homework! SAVE ME!

Anywhoozies, have a great day or night! If anybody wants to ask me anything, feel free to PM me. I accept inspiration from any author :)

Alrighty!

HERE COMES DA SLAYA!

Rin: *facepalm* Oh, no...she's got a catchphrase...

Me: SHUT UP!