Hello people!
I am very, VERY, sorry that I haven't been able to update this story. I've had a lot on my mind and I was having a terrible case of writer's block. I don't really have an idea where this story is going.
Thank you all who have read this story, reviewed, and favorited it. I didn't think I was going to get that much support to continue this, and I really appreciate it. Again, I'm sorry, and I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
OH! and I don't own any of the characters, unless I eventually add my own if the story really needs it (which I doubt it will).
Yukio stared at himself in the mirror and sighed. Another figure in the mirror laughed and hit his back. He managed to stop himself from crashing into the mirror, yet despite the situation, he smiled.
"You nervous, Yukio?" The man asked. Yukio righted himself and pushed his glasses up, staring at the man.
"Maybe just a little," he said. "I've never taught a class before."
"Don't worry, you'll be fine," the man said, putting his hand on Yukio's shoulder. "You did well during your speech as freshman representative." Yukio shrugged and turned back to the mirror.
"It's one thing to talk in front of a bunch of people who probably don't care about what you're saying," he said. "It's another to talk to people who use what I tell them to keep everyone safe." The man spun Yukio around, his expression serious.
"Listen, I understand," he said. "I had to go through this as well. It's easy, once you get used to it." Sighing, Yukio nodded. The man laughed again and pushed Yukio towards door. "Now get going. Classes will be starting soon."
Yukio turned around and smiled at the man before getting out a ring of keys. He used one to open the door, but instead of leading outside, it led into a long hallway. He closed the door behind him and looked around, hardly amazed. He had been in this hallway when he was younger, training to be an exorcist. He started training ever since he had learned that his brother and himself were the sons of Satan, only a year after his brother had awakened his demonic powers. Even though his father tried to cover it up, no lies could hide the truth.
Yukio had been in his room, still crying. It had been several minutes since he had seen his brother enveloped in blue flames. Since their dad had ran off into the monastery. Since the screaming had stopped. He didn't want to admit it, but he was scared. He felt so alone.
The door opened to Yukio's room, startling him. He looked up at his dad who was leaning on the door, his eyes staring blankly at the ground. He looked defeated. Shirou wouldn't meet his gaze as he pushed himself from the door and walked over to Yukio's bed. Yukio needed reassurance that Rin was alright, but that was something Shirou was not going to give him.
"Yukio, I have something to tell you," Shirou started, and Yukio broke down crying. "It's something I've been hiding from both of you."
Shirou paused for a moment to lift Yukio on to his lap and hug him tight. That act was enough to calm Yukio, even if only for the time being.
"You see, your brother and yourself were not born to two humans, but a human and a demon. Your mother fell in love with the demon of all demons. You and your brother are the offspring of Satan."
Yukio shuddered as he dwelt on this memory. The idea of being the son of a demon hadn't really registered with him, but he realized that it explained a lot of things in his life. For as long as he could remember, he had been able to see things that no one else could. Now that he knew about his lineage, he knew why Rin had burst into the blue flames after he unsheathed kurikara. He knew, and that made a difference in his life.
Room 1160 was the room that Yukio would be teaching in. He knew that behind that door would be young people training to be exorcists. He had been in their shoes. He had felt what they had felt, yet he was still nervous and couldn't bring himself to open the door. Yukio cursed under his breath and put his hand on the door. He could hear the student's voices and sighed as he realized they sounded around his age. His nerves intensified as he forced himself to open the door.
The room grew quiet as he walked to the front of the room, the eyes of his students trailed on him. There were two girls in the front, most likely Noriko Paku and Izumo Kamiki, farther in the back were Ryuji Suguro, Konekomaru Miwa, and Renzo Shima. In the last row sat Nemu Takara.
"My name is Yukio Okum-" Yukio started to say, but there was a commotion behind the door that drew everyone's attention. Someone shouted and there was another bang against the door that made Yukio jump. "Don't fight with me," someone behind the door said. "You're going in there!" There was a final grunt from another person and the door slowly opened.
The guy behind the door looked about fifteen years old, with medium-length black hair that was cut so it flopped in front of his eyes. He wore the school uniform, but the jacket was ragged as it neared the bottom and was a little longer than normal. He smiled at Yukio and revealed lengthy canines.
"Hey, brother."
So, this one is shorter than the first, but I thought this was a good time to end it. Thanks again for reading this and telling me to continue this story! Tell me what you think, too... and yeah...
I probably won't be able to update this over the summer because I don't have a laptop of my own, but I'll try to before next Wednesday.
