Hello people! This isn't my first fanfiction but it's the first one I'm showing anyone else to read so please be easy on me :]

Disclaimer: Ao no Exorcist will obviously never be mine. :'((

CHAPTER ONE - The Terrible Kickoff

Half a year later...

Aiko staggered to the boys dorm and leaned against a wall, clutching her waist. She looked down and saw her hand drenched in a bright, flashing red. She cursed and walked on.

Creaking open the front door as quietly as possible, she tiptoed upstairs and looked at the room numbers.

"109… 111… 113… oh, here it is…" Aiko said.

She turned the knob of the door to Okumura Rin's bedroom slowly, and pushed open the sheath of her long katana. She pulled it out and turned the silver blade, watching it toss glimmering lights dancing across the wooden, rusty hallway. Then, she slowly pushed open the door.

Rin snored and looked like he was about to fall off his bed. His drool covered his blankets, and he was smiling a bit in his sleep.

"Ugh. Why the hell did he tell me to come and clean up this dude? He looks like he'd get killed even without anyone trying… how can he not drown in his drool?" Aiko said.

She walked slowly and quietly over to his bed, shaking her short, blond hair to one side. It looked as though she was a boy from behind, although, if you looked closely, her feminine body outlines were evident from the simple grey t-shirt and black jeans she wore.

She took the katana over to the little childlike boy and placed it softly on his neck. Kneeling on his closer hand and reaching over him with her left, she secured him down. Leaning slowly down on him, she breathed into his neck softly. He smelt like how a man should smell – not sweaty, not like piss, but sweet and gentle, rough and husky. She let go of his arm and placed it softly on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was so familiar… just like -

"Shit." Aiko quickly shook her head furiously. She gripped her katana's handle and, flipping the blade around, she flicked her wrist and watched a thin line of red form on his neck.

Three things seemed to happen at once. First, she hesitated – something that was normal since this was her first kill. Second, her knee slipped a bit and she lost balance, sliding around on his arm. Third, his eyes popped open and he swiped at her blade with his free hand and closed his fingers around her small, smooth hand on the handle.

Aiko paused and looked taken back. He was sleeping so soundly… the realization of her probably getting killed slowly dawned on her, but all she could think about was how dizzy she was getting, his aroma sweeping over her and her waist pulsing with pain.

Okumura sat up and pinned her hand holding the sword onto the bed frame, his other hand pushed onto the bed behind her waist. He leaned toward her and whispered in her ear, "Who the hell are you?"

Aiko shivered, and placed her head on his shoulders.

"I…" and then she blacked out, the last thing she saw being his haze of blue hair tickling her face.

Cool, soft rays of sunlight splashed onto Aiko's bed covers. She opened her eyes, and slowly sat up. It was breaking dawn, and chilly. She pulled her warm, fluffy covers up higher and looked around.

Rubbing her head, she sighed. Trying to remember all the things that happened yesterday was hurting her head. Hesitating, failing, and having no where else to go now. He would kill her. No, even worse. He wouldn't let her off the hook that easily. Now, what's the problem causing this…

"Ohmygod. Where the frick is Okumura?" Aiko said, leaping out of her bed. Bad idea. She sank onto the floor, clutching her waist and biting her lower lip so hard it bled.

"Ugh." It was the only word she could muster out. Her body stiffened when she heard the door creak open.

"So, you're awake now." A voice came from above.

"… Okumura-kun." Aiko leaned her head onto her bedpost and looked up at Rin's brother, Yuiko.

"How are you? Feeling any better?" He said.

"… Yeah."

"It's been one day and a half since you came that night, by the way. You've been sleeping for quite a while."

"… I see."

"Here, I'm laying down –"

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Aiko looked at Yuiko angrily. "You should've killed me! Don't you know what I was doing?"

"What, you want to die that badly?" Yuiko said, placing down some plastic package on her nightstand.

"No, of course not! But… why?" Aiko said, looking down.

"Because, I know that you could never be someone who wanted to kill anyone. I can tell." He smiled. I just huddled closer to the bed frame.

"… You want to be a doctor, right? Thanks for treating my wounds." Aiko said.

"It actually wasn't me. Rin carried you to the infirmary and a lady helped you treat your wounds. Don't worry, she's seen a lot of naked men before, not mentioning you were only half naked."

Aiko suddenly remembered her wig. Plus, her boobs were only cup A – something she loathed but loved at the moment. Since she was wearing an oversized hospital dress, you couldn't tell her gender very well.

"Well… it's awkward." Aiko coughed, then stood up. "What is that?" Aiko quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, this? It's your uniform. For True Cross Academy. I'm expecting you have nowhere to go back now since you failed?" Yuiko said.

Aiko winced but thought quickly. Transferring meant escaping the son of the devil (oh the irony. Not Rin.) and having a place to stay, a place to eat and a place to study even more to be an exorcist. For now, anyways.

Aiko forced out a smile. "Wow… that's really nice of you. Thanks. Can I change now?"

"Sure!" Yuiko said. Aiko didn't let slip at how Yuiko tried to hide his surprise in her calmness. She struggled not to smirk, then realized Yuiko wasn't moving.

"… Alone, please." Aiko said stiffly.

"You like your privacy."

"No shit, Sherlock." Aiko narrowed her eyes and grabbed the clothes covered in a plastic wrapper. "I'm going to go out for some shopping. I won't be going to school today." Then, she stalked off the washroom seeing that Yuiko still stood there unmoving. She didn't want to see his amused expression anyways. No satisfaction given to him.

Changing into her uniform, she adjusted her tie and looked at herself. She was too… scrawny to be a boy. Sighing, she looked away from the staring mirror. It would have to do. Frowning at how the uniform hugged at her slim waists and light folds under her breasts, she realized no matter how small her boobs were, her body just screamed feminine. Her face was even more obvious. She knew that Yukio must have found out she was a girl. He wasn't someone stupid.

Aiko sighed again, and then took off her wig. She untied the bundle of hair curved up on her head and felt her long, wavy golden brown tresses fall on her waist. Her hair was tinted with shades of light orange and streaks of warm yellow. She fluffed it a bit, looking at herself in the mirror. Her huge crimson orbs were certainly a stand-out and her high nose and cheekbones plus her small cherry lips were too obvious.

"Aurghhhhhhhhh!" Aiko groaned and stormed out of the washroom.

Walking on the streets of Japan, shopping for contacts was relaxing. Aiko stopped for some coffee after her long shopping spree and flopped down on one of the soft couches and sipped her vanilla coffee. No sugar, just cream and vanilla, just how she likes it.

Peeking into her bags, she pulled out some hazel contacts and her wonderful gadgets for tomorrow. She didn't buy any girl clothing because there wouldn't be any time for her to use it. After finishing the coffee, Aiko threw her cup away and left the shop, dragging her feet back to the academy. True, it was beautiful. But she couldn't focus on the European flair buildings, clear fountains, tall cream brick clocktowers or even the gorgeous gardens and sidewalks. She was too worried for tomorrow. Would she be kicked out if they found out her gender?

Aiko stopped in her tracks. Why am I trying to hide my gender? It doesn't make sense at all,why am I so uneasy about this?

Aiko's intuition, apparently, was quite sharp. Her question was also answered immediately. She frowned as she caught something fluttering on the floor. It seemed out of place on the clean cobblestone floor, a piece of paper laying face down and quivering in the wind.

She walked slowly to the paper and reached down to pick it up. Flipping it over, her eyes widened.

Yanamura Aiko

WANTED BY THE VATICAN

Reward: 100,000 (Around $1000 US.)

Aiko twitched at the picture drawn on the paper. It was amazingly drawn, the details perfect. Anyone would be able to recognize her if they saw this.

A soft flapping came from above her, like unusual gusts of wind lapping around in the air. She looked up in time to see all these paper ransoms showering down the sky like golden rain. The students stopped in their tracks and held out their hands, some catching the flyers and some bending down to pick them up.

"… Shit."

AN: $1000 US is indeed not that much. The Vatican is probably just flooding the money, since they don't seem to care much about people, thus probably stealing a lot of money from normal people. However, if you've ever watched One Piece, Luffy's ransom money is 3,000,000. That's 3 million. And my OC is definitely not even CLOSE to how awesome Luffy is And so neither will be her ransom.

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