Memories
I remember when Fujimoto-san first brought me to the Southern Cross Boy's Monastery. Even though only boys were allowed, I was a special acception. It was after my mother died; I was five. Fujimoto-san knew of my predicament. He knew what happened to my mother and my father. He knew that I was a young half demon trying to control my demonic powers. He knew everything, yet still wanted to care for me. I was so surprised that a human, let alone a priest, was willing to take in a demon child into his care, but strangely happy. My left hand held tightly onto his right. A group of people stared at me, but not as though I was a monster, but a new friend. Their lips curved upwards into a smile; something I never saw after my father died. I stared back at them, not angrily, but with no emotion. My lips still frowned; like it couldn't smile. There, I was introduced to Rin and Yukio. Rin grinned widely from ear to ear at me, while Yukio wore a small smile on his lips. I had a hard time trusting them, but after a while, I grew closer and quite fond of those two. We got along greatly, developing a strong bond between us three. Something that can never be severed. All the times we spent together in that Monastery as we grew up, are my most cherished memories.