Disclaimer: I don't own Blue Exorcist, or any of the characters used in this fic. They all belong to Kazue Kato. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
Gargoyles
A/N: Prompt given by a friend; alternate events in the Moriyama garden; prompt was "they call kids like us vicious and carved out in stone."
He could hear her, breathing slowly and in pain, the click of a gun behind his head. It went off, the bullet brushing past his hair, lodging itself in the body of the now shrieking beast. Fear could wait, resolve could not waver.
"This is taking too long."
Rin nodded to acknowledge his brother, wiping blood from his eyes with a sleeve. They had to get out, at least get Shiemi out, like she was part of a sick game of keep away.
He couldn't look at her, couldn't leave himself open for an attack that could wipe them out. So he thought of her, thought that she should have been able to be in her garden, safe and sound, without a care in the world. Not lying on the ground, picking up dirt and in her wounds.
Her, the girl he didn't even know. The girl who thought that he, a demon and trouble child, was nice.
Maybe she was stupid. Stupid for not getting away from him when she'd had the chance. She'd been right to be afraid of him. If he had been someone else, Rin would have run away too, especially knowing the hell he'd unleashed upon the old man.
There were two kinds of people in the world.
People like Yukio were lucky. People like him would grow up as respectable adults, doing things that would benefit others in the world, building, creating, protecting. People like that would be praised in papers, on the internet. Maybe they'd even have statues made for them.
As for those like Rin himself, the only statues that could ever resemble them were the ones that sat on the Cathedral of Notre Dame.