"Hello Shura," Shiro said as he walked into his classroom, a young teenager in a jean skirt and bikini top was lounged in his chair, her feet propped up on his desk.

"Where the hell have you been Shiro?" She complained loudly. "Who's the brat?" She stood, walking over so she could tower over the young boy.

"This is my son. Yukio."

"What's he doing here?" She asked, cocking her hip at the elder man.

"He's going to train to be an exorcist." Shura fell back against the desk laughing and Yukio scowled at her, already now liking the girl.

"This little whimp? Bwahaah!"

"If nothing else he could become an excellent doctor. I think he'll excel in combat when he's a little older."

"I don't even think that kid could hold a gun, much less wield a sword."

"Did you need something Shura?"

"Arthur is looking for you." Shiro grimaced. He didn't like the arc knight. "I don't like that cocky bastard."

"Watch him for a minute then. I'll be back."

"Dad!" Yukio cried as Shiro shut the door. Shura picked him up by the back of his shirt.

"Geeze you're one tiny kid. How old are you?" She put his face within inches of her magenta eyes.

"You're beautiful. But you're personality is ugly." Yukio said. She dropped him on the ground and he landed on his butt. She crossed her arms at him, swinging her head to the sideand scowling, her pink hair obscuring her eyes from view.

"You don't know me chicken." He gripped the carpet in his little fists, staring at her defiantly thought she wasn't even looking.

"And you don't know me." She looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Seriously how old are ya?"

"Four. I'll be five next month."

"Damn smart there chicken."

"Yukio." He said firmly.

"Whatever chicken. I'm Shura Kirigakire. I'm fifteen." She extended a hand to him, both in greeting and as an offer to help him up. He picked himself up, straightening out his sweater and dusting off his pants. The whole building looked filthy and he didn't even want to imagine what he'd gotten all over his pants. "Wanna explore kid?" She asked, her eyes glinting with mischief. Yukio's little heart pounded. He was afraid, but excited. He nodded, his lips pursed and his fists clenched. What are you thinking Shiro, Shura thought, shaking her head as she walked out, her ponytail swishing across her bare back. She took him to the gym room, where a group of four kids were observing a pair of students running from an enormous frog with red eyed. "Whoops. That's my class." She grabbed Yukio's arm and pulled him away before anyone saw her unique hair and recognized she was skipping.

"You're skipping?" He asked, his eyes wide with horror.

"Close your mouth kid. I don't do well in classrooms. Probably why I'm still an exwire but whatever haha." Adrenaline burned in his veins. So this is what it's like... To do something new... Something that scares you... "Oy Neuhaus sensai!" She called out to a tall man with an eyepatch.

"Shouldn't you be in cram school Shura?" He asked in a deep voice, his one eyes traveling down to Yukio. "Who's this?"

"Shiro's kid. I'm babysittin," she said, pointing a thumb proudly at herself.

"Not his best decision," Neuhaus said as he walked past them, his trenchcoat shrouding him in dark mystery. Blood dripped from his sleeve, staining the already filthy carpet with another variety, another drop of life, another experience.

"What happened to his arm?" Yukio asked, having noticed the blood.

"He's a tamer. Draws blood to fight. Guess he didn't get patched up too well," she said. Her tone as lackadaisical as if mutilating your arms to fight should come across as absolutely normal to a four year old child. "He lost his wife nearly six years ago. Been quite a scary man since."

"What happened?" Yukio asked. Shura just shook her head, exercising a small amount of good judgment by not telling him the details of Michelle's untimely death.

"AH!" Rin screamed, throwing his fist at the kid. A hand grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back so his hit didn't harm the other child. A tongue clicked from behind him and he looked at the golden eyed man.

"What have I told you about hitting young man?" He asked, his voice smooth like honey and his hair golden and wavy like sunshine. Rin narrowed his eyes and snapped his head back to the kid, snarling to scare away the child. He was grabbed by the chin and gently forced to look back in the direction of his reprimander.

"He was being mean. It's his fault." Rin said, his gaze to the floor.

"Then he's a bad person. Don't make yourself look like a bad person by attacking him Rin." He took the boy's hand and led him out of the school.

"If I'm not supposed to fight other kids why do you teach my at home?"

"For when you're older kid."

"Why when I'm older?"

"Because you're destined for great things."

"Okay Lucifer."

"Would you not call me that in public," he said calmly.

"Pft. Fine nii-san." He stuck his tongue out and smiled at his brother. Rin knew he was adopted. His mother had passed away when he was born and his father was unable to come to him, so his older brother watched over him. He liked his brother. He picked him up from school and taught him how to fight. He quelled his anger and read him stories. If Rin hadn't been told he would've taken this man to be his father. Lucifer had opted out of raising the child in ignorance and told him the truth about his parentage. Almost the truth. He wanted to educate the child about demons in his own light before he told the kid who his father really was. Before he told him who he was. His father, the demon king of Gehenna itself. And his brother, the king of light and second most powerful demon, one of the eight kings below his father Satan. No. The child didn't need to know that yet.

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