Since I'm busy with exams, I haven't had much time to sit down and write long chapters. Still, I wrote this little thing for a challenge this week and thought that you guys might like it.

Radiant Celestial Aura : You're right, it is like he's teething and I'm sure they itch.

crazydutchy: Yeah I did write Yukio's name wrong, yet I didn't notice it till it was too late. Thanks for pointing that out!

I do not own Ao no exorcist


Rin was not particularly talented. He never found an interest in art, the whole act of patience as you draw a line that somehow is supposed to connect to another line, and then add details to whatever you drew, that was not his alley. He was not good at playing instruments, when his music teacher at school told him to sit down with a guitar and play a few chords, his patience ran thin and he ended up breaking the damn thing. They sent him home from school that day with a bill. He was not a good dancer, and his singing was terrible, sounding like a cat slowly dying. He was not good at school either, at least not the sitting still and listening part. He did not understand math, English classes made him fall asleep, and science was as complicated as the math classes. The teachers were all jerks, and as much as he liked to run around, he hated P.E. Whose idea was it to always play dodge ball? Surely, they could find something better to do than to throw balls at each other for an hour. In the end, Rin would always get a timeout for being too violent.

Cooking class was the only class that he had enjoyed before his father took him out of school. There he could be creative in a way that did not keep him from moving around, and the food that he made would make others delighted and satisfied. The teacher adored him and always gave him kudos for every dish, even those he was less proud of, like the first time he made tempura udon and used too much spice. His adoptive father Shiro Fujimoto would eat whatever Rin brought home with him, both the good dishes and the bad dishes, and he would be proud of every single one of them.

Getting praise made Rin eager to try new recipes and experiment with all sorts of meat, vegetables, spices, noodles, sauces, to see what goes well together and what does not. The feeling of cutting into eatable things made his blood boil, a burning passion only growing for every meal well prepared and presented, drool running down his chin when steam arose from the pans and pots. When he was cooking, he could be himself and forget about the world around him. He was not a demon here, he was just a normal boy doing something that he loves to do. All troubles would melt away like butter on a frying pan, and the fear of losing himself to a greater good would stale for a short while, as he put his heart and soul into the masterpieces he made. He could make anything taste good, and that was his talent. He may not be good at music or math, but he could make one hell of a meal. Cooking was where he showed remarkable enthusiasm and devotion, and no one could take that away from him.


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