Hello Readers! I am merely a small and harmless Shadow Child new to creating. I have been plagued with ideas of starting my own stories, and, after thinking long and hard about it, I was able to come up with a plot and who were going to be the victims of my mind! Here is the first ever fanfiction from yours truly, please enjoy your journey through the ideas and elements that crash and create themselves within my mind and feel free to review, for that gives me confidence that 1. I'm not the only sadistic freak on here and 2. My stories are actually interesting!

Now please, enjoy!

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

"Damn it."

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Yukio's Pov:

Life is difficult, but, that's with everything.

The best option when there is no clear option is to stay positive, stay happy. As I walk through the school door and continue down the same old hallway I can only think of one person. But, now is not the time.

I am Yukio Okumura, and I am 17 years old. I currently am in high school and a teacher in the Exorcist Cram School, though, that's nothing important.

This story is focused mainly on my older twin brother, Rin Okumura.

If you don't know who we are, I honestly don't know whether that would be a good thing or a bad thing, but, if you do….. I'm sorry. Things….. just got out of hand. I don't know what happened, honestly, everything passed by in a flash. Like a sonic boom exploding in the sky.

I…..I only wish for one thing, and that is peace. Peace for Rin.

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2 Years Earlier Rin's Pov:

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

"Damn it."

"Curse this damned body."

I've been hunched over this sink far too long now. I've neglected Kuro out of my own self-pity. I haven't done my homework yet. I haven't done anything. I'm a useless piece of trash. I'm a monster, only because of my heritage.

Drip.

"Fuck." My whisper is just a sigh as I wipe the dripping blood from my nose. That, I can say, was a bad idea. Just as I wiped my nose roughly with the back of my hand, a large amount of blood rushed into the already bloodied sink.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck." I whispered hurriedly, as I quickly yanked the toilet paper from its holding place. I ripped off a large piece and pinched my nose gently, slightly leaning forward as I pinched.

I had originally come into the bathroom to cry, suck it up, then put my smile back on and pretend like everything was all right. Sadly, that didn't end up happening.

A Few Days Ago:

It started a few days ago during class, I had just been staring at the ground, eyes drooping, head nodding slowly back and forth.

Yukio was droning on and on about some herb that demons were weak against, and my once close friends acted as they normally would, ignoring my existence.

Ryuji listening intently, Konekomaru scribbling Yukio's words into his notebook, Shima looking over to Izumo with a st-st and a quick flip of both wrists to form two gun-like hands pointing at her with a wink to top it off, Izumo blushing quickly then scoffing, focusing her attention back to their teacher, and Shiemi who sat quietly, trying to absorb as much information as she could with a cute, determined look on her face.

My head had finally met its destination with the desk by then and I quickly knocked out. The next thing I remembered was Yukio harshly shaking me awake and saying to clean up the mess I made.

I was, of course, confused at first, but as I looked down, I saw the puddle of blood on the desk. I then noticed that the blood was still rushing out, harsh and unforgiving from my nose.

"Please, clean up this mess you've made Rin, then come home and clean yourself up." He had said, none too kindly.

As I used my hand as a sort of towel to hold the incoming blood, I asked Yukio, "Do you know what happened?"

He looked up from the ground, keeping his arms folded and continuing to tap his foot impatiently, he inquired, "What do you mean?"

I shuddered as I felt some of the overflowing, warm blood of mine, slip down my throat. The cold, metallic taste leaving an awkward and cold feeling throughout my body. "I mean, when did my nose start bleeding? How did my nose start bleeding?" I expressed, with hints of irritation. His either faked or real ignorance was able to get on my nerves a little too well.

My twin brother pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose and said, "Well, I believe it was a little before class ended."

He stated, "As everyone continued their essays on herbs that were harmful to demons, which has been assigned to you too, I noticed you were out cold. As you usually sleep during my class, I didn't think much of it until I saw the blood. Your nose was bleeding profusely, which of course, caused me concern. My only guess was that it bled because of stress, because I know for a fact you haven't gotten into a fight in quite a while. Class ended in 15 minutes from the time I noticed you were bleeding, so I let the rest of the class go home early. I woke you up and now we're here. Now hurry up and clean up this mess, we both have numerous things to do when we get home." As he ended, I could only stand dumbfounded.

I didn't expect him to explain the WHOLE story, but what could I expect, this was Yukio I was talking about. No simple answers from him.

We both stood, staring at each other for a good minute or so before Yukio spun on his heel to gather his papers. Wordlessly, he started for the door, hesitated for a second, nodded his head towards me, then used his key to transport himself home, leaving me here. Alone, in a cold, dark classroom.

I didn't know my nose had stopped bleeding till I wiped my forehead with a sigh.

With a cold realization, I noticed that I had just wiped the blood onto my forehead. "Damn it…I probably look like I've just been punched in the forehead, huh? Or maybe it looks like I just wiped my nose blood on my forehead." I chuckled to no one, with a sad smile on my face.

Present Day:

A smile crept upon my blood-stained face. The blood finally stopped from my nose. I cleaned myself up and looked into the mirror.

I saw my ruffled hair, I saw my bright, blue eyes, I saw my smile, I saw my teeth, with sharp canines protruding from them. I saw myself, a teenager that just happened to be the son of Satan. If people hated me for it, that's their fault, "I'll be happy no matter what." I ended, confident and determined that things will work out for the best.