Author: Ri-Ryn
Chapter: Age: 8
Word Count: 1,064
Rating: M* (Content suitable for Mature Teens)/ +T
Disclaimer: Ao no Exorcist belongs to Kazue Katō.
Warnings: Disturbing thoughts. Graphic Situation. Blood, language.
A/N: Just so we're clear, this isn't a shounen-ai/yaoi between Yukio and Rin. Rin is just protective, a tad obsessive, and more in touch with his demon side and the darker aspects of humanity. As for the borderline cannibalism of people and demons? …Yeah, I got nothing on that one. Shit happens. Hoorah for the descent of the mind!
Music: " World's Greatest Battle Music Ever: Osiris " by: MrEpicOSTs on YouTube
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Rin watched with disinterest his classroom, Yukio five desks down and away from his own. Tiny black creatures floated absently and chirped and swished their tails and…
The blue-haired boy gnashed his teeth together in aggravation. They were noisy, them and his classmates, but at the very least these creatures were also quiet. As he'd ascertained, nobody else could see them. Years of questioning adults and other children only to have accusations of lunacy and attention seeking thrown at him taught him cruelly. It also taught him smartly.
Cobalt eyes zeroed in at the sinister presence and irregularity ghosting through the floor under Yukio's desk chair. The monster was small, long, and snake like but clearly of different origins. Where? He didn't know; he didn't care. What did matter was where it had chosen to appear. That would need to be fixed.
Rin watched with baited breath before the thing passed through a metal chair leg, cleanly slicing it into two.
"Yukio!"
Too late, the younger twin turned and found himself falling off the severed seat, crashing to instantaneous silence followed by felonious laughter. Yukio scrunched his face, embarrassedly attempting to stand and falling at each attempt on unsteady legs; mortified.
Rin growled, feeling a brief heat of fire lick at his flesh and bones before he stood abruptly, the chair flying back. The class muted itself, children and teacher alike backing away from Rin. The boy had already rightfully earned a sinister reputation as sick and problematic: violent and irredeemable.
Rin snarled as he gracefully- unusual for an eight year old but proof of his assured balance and footing (honed for fighting) –picked his way to his twin. "What," the half demon eyed the flesh bags around him, "isn't it still funny?" He bared his longer than average canines, watching them flinch and squirm in pleasure. "Don't stop now."
The boy bent down, picking up his fraternal brother to his feet and narrowing his eyes at the clutched injured hand. "It's alright, Yukio," he murmured.
Rin gently pried the wounded hand away from the younger towards his mouth and drew his tongue over the dirty, murky crimson with the appendage, despite Yukio's whimpers. Besides, Rin would never willingly hurt his little brother.
He could feel the disgust and sickening, captivated eyes of those around on his person. It didn't matter; their existence was worthless. The only ones who mattered were Yukio and to a lesser extent, his Father, Shiro.
Rin focused on the sensation of taste and touch. He plunged into the scrape, more of a gash from the sliced metal chair leg, lapping for grit, tiny pebbles, and bloodied dirt: all the filth that tainted his brother he would take for himself. He ignored the sniffles of Yukio, now drawing his tongue longitudinal, just till the cut really became an actual scrape. He couldn't have anyone wondering.
Rin drew the muscle back into his mouth, permeated with the taste of grime, iron, and life all in one. It still tasted ambrosial after all these years.
"Better?" He asked distractedly.
"Un." Yukio nodded, a small thank-you escaping his lips.
"Good." Rin grinned like the idiotic eight year old he was with Yukio and his Father: sincerely. Rin eyed the door. "Ne, Yukio? I'm not feeling so good. I think I'm gonna' go see Yumeshi-sensei."
Yukio frowned lightly. Was it because of before? "Rin, are…"
Rin smiled, something dark but untraceable in it. "Nah, it wasn't you. It's been before the scrape. Don't worry; I'll be back as soon as possible."
The boy made his way towards the door, ignoring his teacher's shaky inquiries and shutting it. He smiled placidly.
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Ah, it was that one. His sneakered shoe slammed down on the tail of it, watching the pitched wail of agony escape it. Rin bent down toward the snake creature, stretching the length of it after grasping its neck. He took his other hand and poised it. "'An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.'" He quoted the pirate story book from his second elementary year. His nail found entry under the skin and with his thumb he pulled down, watching the layer peel and snap. The smell of blood and terror tickled his nose and it just wasn't fair.
"What do you have to be scared of?" Rin scrutinized sardonically. "You could've just stayed away. Even in school." He viciously plucked another sliver of stretchy skin and tore and separated it with a snap. "Why don't you all just learn? Yukio didn't do anything to you."
He continued, because the one thing he like about these creatures? They didn't stop moving until they were done. By now, foul, bitter vile wafted the air and oozed from the creature. It was disgusting.
Rin watched with narrow slits the pulsing of softness underneath. He bent down, the smell enough to make him wretch, but he recalled an attendee of his church home saying she was being eaten alive and it was a living hell.
His teeth found the pale blue flesh, and tore into it. Pulling, hungry, angry, vengeful: the tissue tore like dried meat would. Rin pulled, harder and sadistically, angling his head side to side, yanking. Finally, the raw wall split and the snake entity howled in grievous pain. Rin smiled carnally, lunging again to see the reaction, to punish this stupid thing for hurting his kin.
It wasn't until he was finished that one could hear the incessant eating of the dead by the swarm of tiny black things worshiping the corpse. But until then, the aria of immorality flitted the midst of the empty education hallways as he delivered retribution.
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"Rin." Yukio frowned. "Are you okay? You never came back from the nurse."
Rin smiled as Yukio stared, confused. "Did something good happen? Yumeshi-sensei gives me a lollipop when I visit the clinic."
"No." Rin saw the bandaged hand. "I'm just glad you're not hurt all that much anymore now. Let's go home, 'kay?" His little brother nodded, walking away with Rin behind him.
Something good did happen. Yukio wasn't hurt anymore,
Rin lapped a missed spot on his mouth before suckling the last of the snake off his fingers and wiping them on his blue hoody, hoping his dad wouldn't scold him for not using a napkin.
and he got to taste something gratifying today.
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Next Chapter:
Age: 13
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A/N #2: Something, aside from the whole sexualized consumption in this chapter, is just so wrong with the last action being wiping his hands on his clothes and worrying about being scolded for the behavior. That, and Rin's at that age of 'plucking the wings off insects.'