Disclaimer: The world and characters of Blue Exorcist are not mine. I am merely borrowing them for a time being.
Debts
In the end, those were the old debts that tore down the Myoda.
It kinda figured, Juzo had to admit, given the way the loose ends tend to fester over time. Fujimoto Shiro saved the village with timely intervention and gritty remarks. Rin Okumura purged toxins with blue embrace and easy smile.
Okumura Yukio buried the truth in thoughtful remembrance and cold, professional silence. Todo's screams carried long into the night, a crippled nightmare brought down by his own scheming.
Okumura Yukio tore out the king's eye and so, a new monster was born. A word and a night's shelter, was all they could offer. The world is tainted, said the twin, as is the Order.
(If the Order is corrupt, then let the Sect claim its fall as well. "Let us honour the debts older than wanted lists and Vatican's orders." The light crawled from the screens of the Nightingale Room throughout the night only to be swallowed by dawn.)
That night, the hill of the shrine burnt with warm orange and suffocating brightness under the evening's stars. "It had to be done," said the High Priest, a body now broken and empty, awaiting its burial. "It will be done," nodded Yaozo, unblinking to verdict and proud to be sentenced. Hojo's silence was guarded but telling, a quiet accomplice amidst the raging flames.
Juzo's pleas fell on the deaf ears of both elders and vindicators alike. The poison runs deep, it kills but it nurtures as well. Mamushi's grip was cold around his hand, but still beating with life. They were safe, for now, and with a child. A traitors' child, by mother's blood and father's association. "My debt is fulfilled", said Hojo, with Yaozo's corpse brought before his successor.
(The last Shima was saved by his bride's father betrayal. Renzo's bright hair were slick with soot and coated in worry. Kinzo's - tainted in blood, once golden crown now so much like that of his renegade brother.)
Yukio's hands remained unshaken. Rin's voice ran hoarse from the warnings.
Renzo smiled gently, surrounding Kinzo's lifeless body to ashes. Drowning in consequences of his own crimes, he stood in defiance, a lost little brother Juzo failed ever to reach.
The shot rang and all Juzo could think of were debts.
A/N: Enjoyed it? Yawned at it? Been traumatised? I was, actually. Still, I'm proud of this drabble. I wrote something. Finally.
Constructive critique will help my future works to be better.
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