This story was previously uploaded on my other very old account which is still on this cite floating around. I've created this new account as my writing style has evolved and I want to make this account primarily Blue Exorcist works. I hope you enjoy it.

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She was of an athletic build. She wasn't terribly thin or overweight but she definitely had some soft bits that gave her a thick yet lean feminine shape. Her chest did that as well. He always noticed the toned muscle in her legs when she'd jump or assume a power stance and the strong muscles in her arms when she wielded her sword.

He always noticed the determination on her face as she bit her lip in concentration, her hair swinging wildly, the rubber band holding it threatening to snap any moment. He remembered the one time that happened. That mission had been the first and last time he'd seen her hair down and he nearly lost his breath.

She appeared like a dragon, her fiery locks cutting the wind as she continued to work her sword not phased by the sudden onslaught of red and orange obscuring her view. She looked like some sort of fire breathing goddess, like Hermes himself in the female form. He cursed himself for thinking something so ridiculous. She fought with everything she had and won as the younger lay on the sidelines wounded. He watched her covered in slimy demon blood, barely out of breath, sword swung over her shoulder, and her flaming locks of crimson hung down her exposed back. She turned in a swift movement winking with a wrinkle of her nose before giving him a haughty grin. He cringed as he thought how horribly beautiful she was.

"Hey! I'm talkin to ya! I've been talkin to ya for hours!"

He rolled his eyes hard at the exaggeration.

"What do you want?"

"I was just wondering. You've been spacing out a ton. I think you might be sick or something." She stated, sitting on his desk despite the hundreds of times he told her not to.

"What? Why?"

"Rin says you've been acting a little weird. He's worried ya know." She lied. "I don't really see you around much anymore."

"I've been busy." He answered shortly.

"Busy? Are you sure that's all?" She leaned in a bit closer to him to study his icy features.

"Yes that's all. If you have a question just ask you me yourself. You needn't go behind my back to consult my brother on the matter."

"Sheesh alright." She hopped off his desk and sauntered away with that stupid casual way she had about her, like everything was just a walk in the park. He grimaced for moment before following her retreating from with his eyes. He cringed as he realized his eyes lingered even when she was gone.

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The young exorcist paced around a bit as he taught the class, a few students actually taking notes while others looked weary as if they'd fall asleep any moment. As he came to a pause, standing closest to the door he stopped mid sentence when he noticed an unwanted visitor wildly gesturing outside the door.A frenzy of Orange and gold as she flailed about. He sighed heavily reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Excuse me for a moment." He opened the door barely giving the older exorcist enough time to get out of the way as he stepped through it. They were standing very close for some reason. Uncomfortably close, the younger concluded.

"What is it? I'm a little busy at the moment."

"So ah…" she gestured to her chest clad in her usual bikini top and short exorcist jacket. He made a face of disgruntled confusion.

"What?"

"Look at this!" she gestured again to her chest.

"Excuse me?!" His head whirled as he leaned away from her. His face became flushed in an instant.

"Oh for crying out loud spotty, my ribs! I'm injured!"

He looked down at her chest trying as best he could to avoid her large breasts, having to bend lower a bit to see under them to her ribs. It was definitely an urgent situation. It appeared as though there was an acid that had eaten away at the skin there causing it to look very enflamed and a bit green.

"Oh my… What happened? What did you do?"

She made a sort of funny face as she looked towards the ceiling like she was debating telling him. She decided against it lest he gain more metaphorical worry warts at his own expense.

"I'll tell ya another day."

He seemed to regain his cool but his expression had a hint of annoyance to it.

"Why didn't you go get help immediately? Why didn't you got to the infirmary? Why did you come all the way here?"

"He tried to hide the worry in his voice with a harshness in his tone. The fiery haired woman rubbed at the back of her neck uncomfortably.

"I wasn't really sent on this mission alright? It was just private business… No need to involve the big guys."

He folded his arms in a suspicious fashion, his lips pursing in a frown as his brows furrowed a bit.

"If I go there I'll have to file a report on where I was and… Don't make this complicated four eyes! Just help me out this once?"

If he had a penny for every time he'd heard that phrase. He hesitated before deflating a bit letting out an irritated sigh and Shura couldn't keep the smirk off her face. He grimaced at her once again before slipping back into his classroom, leaving a responsible student in charge like he had once before.

Shura waited for a moment closing up her jacket a bit to protect her nasty wound from the air. The door swung open again and he brushed passed her grabbing her wrist as he dragged down the hall to a classroom that was currently vacant. He had a bag with him that she guessed was a first aid kit. He led her over to a chair to which she settled on the desk instead, probably out of habit, he thought.

He began unzipping the bag as she began to childishly swing her legs back and forth on the desk. The younger made a face of scolding admiration as he stood from his hunched position, crossing his arms. She was oblivious to this though as she looked around the room seemingly distractedly. He continued his actions preparing to treat her wound.

"Hey." She looked at him with wide eyes. He noted for what seemed like the thousandth time how full her lips and lashes were.

"Take off your jacket."

"How forward of you spotty." She teased as he rolled his eyes at her. It was a very teenager esque gesture that he often did. It gave away his age as he had just turned 19.

Once his hands were sanitized and her jacket was removed he assessed her wound once more.

"Lay down." He said in his usual monotone. She opened her mouth to obviously make some dirty joke so he gave her a warning look.

She obliged.

He tried not to seem phased by how exposed she was and even in such a vulnerable position she still managed to look intimidating. He went to work on her infected ribs with holy water and other disinfectants. Her eyes were low as she tried to watch his work without being noticed. She pursed her pouty lips in though as she studied his slightly older features. His brows were furrowed in concentration and a bit of his hair was in his face. He had taken to keeping it longer in the front and shorter at the back. It suited him. He blew some of it away as he prepared bandages. He worked in silence as he cleaned and patched her up. Once he was done he ran his fingers softly over the bandages. It was only for a split second but she was sure she felt it.

Just then the door burst open.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for-" His older brother froze at the scene before him a smirk slowly appearing on his face. Yukio noticed his brother looked a bit worse for wear, his exorcist jacket tattered.

The older took in the view of Shura laying on the desk with her arms propping her up a bit and Yukio kneeling in front of her, his face very close to her waist.

The younger straightened up as quickly as he could.

"Niisan-"

"Sorry to interrupt!" Before either of them could get another word out the demon was gone.