WARNING: Google Translate has been used since I don't speak Japanese, but phrases (specifically curses) should be accurate after specifically searching them. :D

A Fanfiction Inspired By Blue Exorcist.

I do not own Grimm.

I do own my OC.

XII

I silently watch Nick go through his closet which was full of weapons passed down by his many, many ancestors. It was just like Monroe had said a little while ago, it's too late to be careful now.

The Blutbad had informed us that the ones who attacked Hank were Wesen, specifically Hundjägers. I've had my fair share of them years ago, but they weren't the... smartest. They tend to resort to violence rather than common sense, but at the end of the day they're powerful. Especially in packs.

"Alright, let's go Juno."

I nod and got up from where I sat at his desk and followed him out. We got back to his car, and as he drove to the hotel, I eyed his weapon. It was a kanabo, a more modern looking Grimm weapon.

Turning away from it, I pull my hair into a low ponytail and pull my hood up, concealing my hair - other than my bangs - from view. Hair slapping onto my face while fighting is something that I don't particularly enjoy.

I sigh as I look out the window, cars flying by with their headlights on. Monroe was waiting for us back at the hotel Adalind was staying at, where the Hundjägers were at. The plan was to make them follow him out of the hotel room and into a secluded area where we can deal with them. Admittedly though, I'm kinda nervous. Not only because Hundjägers are a pain in the ass to deal with, but I have a feeling that something's going to happen. I'm probably just overthinking things, I mean, we're gonna end up killing these guys.

I internally shiver at the thought. Killing isn't my thing. A person, Wesen, doesn't matter. They all have souls, and taking that away so easily freaks me out a bit. Of course, there's only one certain someone that I wouldn't mind killing. Hell, I would probably be happy if I did. And that bastard is none other than-

"C'mon, Juno. Monroe's waiting for us."

I blinked, realizing that we had finally arrived. I nod and hop out, following him to where ever the hell we're going. It was by the hotel, that's as far as I know, but why the hell would a hotel have trailers with tables near it? Is this some type of food truck joint?

I sag in relief when I catch Monroe approaching us. "Nick? Juno?"

"How many of them?" The Grimm asks, the both of us stopping in front of him.

"There's definitely four."

"Did they believe you?"

"Not a chance." He shook his head. "And they're coming, so what do you want to do? You want to arrest 'em or what?"

"Or what." Nick and I said in unison, my hand reaching back to grasp my sleeved sword in anticipation.

Monroe looked at us sort of wide-eyed before nodding his head, "Okay, then." We heard footsteps approaching and we nod at each other. The Blutbad goes to where they're coming from as Nick and I hid in separate places. I took off my concealed sword in preparation.

"Who are you?" An accented voice asks.

"I'm the guy looking for Leroy, man! He owes me money! You don't remember?" I watch a group of four follow Monroe as he walks away from them. "I knocked on your door, like, twice in the last fifteen-"

"Shut up!"

"Hey, easy there, bub. No need to get all huffy and puffy with me."

"Kill him." A woman commanded.

"Well, isn't that just like the Verrat?" Nick came out of his hiding spot, and I followed after him. "One answer for every question. Now I have a question for you..." He lifts up his bat. "Which one of you beat up our partner?"

One by one, they each woged, growling at my partner specifically. "The Grimm..." One of them snarled.

Nick didn't hesitate to charge at them, as they did with him. He jumped over the table, simultaneously kicking one while hitting another with his kanabo and then hitting the one he kicked again. He swiftly moved to the woman standing on the table and swiped her feet with the bat, and slamming it onto her chest after.

Another made to run for it, but Monroe brought an arm up, slamming him onto the ground. I notice from the corner of my eye that one of the Hundjägers was standing back up. I guess Nick didn't swing hard enough.

They noticed that I was there with them and came after me with a new found burst of adrenaline. I ducked away from a swipe aimed at me and blocked another. I winced when he sent a kick into my side, flinging me onto the ground like a rag doll.

"Juno!"

I scrambled back onto my feet and ducked away from another swipe. "Shut up, I got it!" Okay, now I'm starting to get annoyed. I blocked another hit before I slammed my foot into his stomach, he doubled over before I slammed my make-shift staff onto his head.

He stumbled back and shook his head roughly. I pressed my lips into a thin line as I watched him regain his grasp with reality. He's stronger than I thought he was, I guess I'll have to kick his ass ten times harder than I originally planned.

The Hundjäger once again came after me, aiming random hits at me. I was either blocking, dodging, or taking them head on. He was clearly getting frustrated that I hadn't gone down yet and ended up swiping his claws at me in an ungodly speed.

I cursed when my sword was thrown out of my hands, and both my jacket and shirt were ripped into shreds. Why they were ripped into shreds instead of just being torn? Because the damn bastard didn't stop clawing at me like a damn cat.

Now I was the one being frustrated, and lucky for him, I can still fight. Blocking a kick with my forearm, I punched him in the stomach. He doubled over for the second time and I slammed my elbow into his back before grabbing his head and slamming it onto my knee before he fell.

Weakly, he rolled onto his back to stare up at me with wide eyes full of fear. "G-...Grimm..." He stilled, his face returning to normal.

I pant from exhaustion and pain as I knelt down to grab what I can, a wallet, I.D., anything, but strangely enough, he didn't have any. "Not surprised... They're Verrat after all." I said to myself and looked up from where I was. On the table, the woman was dead with her neck torn out. Damn, did one of her own do that? Hold on... "Hey, where's Monroe?"

"Ju-"

"Gross, there's blood everywhere..."

"Juno."

"Huh?" I look up from the pool of blood forming under the guy I just fought with, stepping away from it. My eyebrows furrow in confusion when I find him staring at something behind me with wide eyes. "What?"

He didn't say anything, or even look away, he just pointed at whatever he was looking at.

Still confused, I slowly followed his gaze and my eyes widen. I quickly looked down at myself to see that I was pretty much half naked, before I looked over at the ground where my jacket and shirt had been torn to near shreds. They must have fallen off of me when I was finishing off the Hundjäger, but that's not the problem now...

He saw my tail.

He's looking at my tail.

My fucking tail. That's fucking moving.

I grabbed my white; fur-tufted tail and stuffed it into the back of my pants as I frantically said, "I-It's nothing. T-Totally nothing. D-Don't worry about it! H-Hey, it's getting late a-and we just killed people, we should really go now-"

"You... have a tail."

"Uh... N-No I don't!" I took a step back when he began to approach me, and then another when he didn't stop. "Y-You're seeing things! A-All of this Grimm stuff is getting to your h-head."

Nick didn't stop coming towards me, even when my back hit the metal of one of the trailers. Oh God... He knows. He knows. He knows, he knows, he knows...

He's going to leave me.

He's going to hate me.

I felt myself slide down until I was sitting on the damp concrete, violently shaking as these thoughts ran through my mind. I wrap my arms around my knees and pull them to my chest as I buried my face into them. "I'm sorry... I-I'm sorry... I-I'm sorry..." I whispered, shaking my head. He's going to leave, all of them will leave and it'll be all his fault! I'll be alone again because of him! "God damn it!..."

Before I knew it, I felt the familiar burning sensation on my head, and my other strange features becoming even more strange. My already slightly pointed ears becoming long and elf-like, and my prominent canine teeth becoming more visible and more like fangs. The most I felt were the black goat-like horns emerging from my head and curling at the sides of it, and black veins appearing all over my body where my normal veins are usually hidden underneath my skin.

I almost wanted to burst into tears when my tail began to hurt from being sat on. I ended up allowing it to come out of my pants and limply wag on the ground. "P-Please... D-Don't look at me... P-Please..." I weakly say as my now sharp nails dug into my arms.

I flinch the second I felt his fingers touch my hair and I shook my head to get rid of them. Stubbornly, he did it again. This time, I didn't stop him. My body was completely frozen and tense as he brushed his fingers over one of my horns before gliding them down to my pony tail. He gently pulls off the hair tie before running his fingers through my hair.

Both puzzled and scared, I hesitantly lift my head up to look at the Grimm. He was kneeling down in front of me, his hand still in my hair, and the moment our eyes met he sucked in a breath. I'm not surprised. If possible, my eyes are even scarier. My pupils were now slit and were ringed with a thin line of red and dark blue.

He manages to drag his eyes away from mine to admire the piece of hair he had gathered into one hand. It was still the same snow white, but it now had a gold ombre. Not a blonde or brown type of gold, literal gold. It was like pure gold in hair form.

Nick shook his head in astonishment before he looks back at me again, "Are you... Wesen?"

I bit my lip, shutting my eyes tightly, and shook my head. "Then..." I felt his hand resume to running through my long hair. "What are you?"

"I-I..." I couldn't say it. If I did, then he really will leave.

"Juno, look at me." I shook my head again, this time a bit more frantically. "Please."

Oh no, it's like he's begging me to. I didn't want to, I really didn't, but something in me screamed to man up and fucking do it. So, I open my eyes and looked back into those beautiful emerald ones. Beautiful emerald eyes, pleading to answer him. "I..." I look from my black-veined arms, then back to him. "I-I had no idea... No idea why I could see these strange creatures when no one else can... A-And understand them. I-I told my dad, and he told me that they were Demons. I-I asked him to train me to become an Exorcist, a-and he agreed. B-But the whole time... T-The whole entire time h-he kept a secret from me. U-Until seconds before he died. T-That I'm the son... I-I'm the son of a Demon and a human." I move my gaze to my abandoned sword, "H-He kept that sword locked up. Kurikara, it's called. A-And that night, he gave it to me.

"H-He told me that it sealed my Demonic powers and to never open it... B-But I had to open it. I-I had to open it to try to save his life, but it was too late..." I sniffled, "H-He died... T-The only one w-who actually wanted me. He's gone." The movement in my hair came to a complete stop long before I finished talking. It was too silent for my liking, and it unnerved me.

A gasp left me the moment I was pulled into protective arms and was sat on something warm... Was I sitting on his lap? Wait, is he hugging me? My bottom lip trembled as the movement began once again. "What are you doing? You're suppose to be running, damn it..."

"Why should I?"

"Because of what I am, Nick!..."

He adjusted me so we were looking at each other, but he didn't let go of me. "Juno, I don't give two shits that you're a Demon. I'm not one of those people that are scared of you, or don't want to be with you. I'm staying. I'm not running away. Not after the stuff we've been through so far. It would be too hard to let you go, hell I don't think I would be able to let you go at all..." He poured out.

I looked up at him with eyes as wide as dinner plates, completely shocked. This man amazes me each time he opens his mouth. "Why?..." It was strange, hearing that someone doesn't want to let me go. Even more strange when he's merely just a... friend. But... It makes me so happy. I feel so, so happy.

"I don't know it's just..." The Grimm brings up his other hand and cups my cheek. Oh no... My heart's doing that weird fast beating and my stomach feels like it's in knots again... "For some reason, you're special to me." He confesses. "Everything about you, even you being a Demon, is so... incredible."

"I-I... I don't believe you..." I look away from him, making no move to remove his hand.

"One day you'll believe me." He said, pulling me back into his embrace.

Instinctively, I nuzzled into the hand that was stroking my hair. This is all so weird. Too weird. Do friends really do this? Do they hug and touch each other like this? Monroe and I don't, I would never think of us ever doing that, but with Nick... Each day that passes, the urge for me to touch him and for him to touch me gets stronger and stronger. "Baka (Idiot) Bright Eyes..." I felt him pull me closer.

We sat like that for a little while, enjoying the cool night air, and the chirping of crickets hidden from view. And ever so slowly, I turned back to normal as my tail continued to slowly sway contently behind me.

Well, the moment would have lasted longer if the sent of blood didn't reach my nose. I pull away from Nick and cover my nose. "Ugh, I almost forgot..." I turn my gaze back over to the lifeless bodies.

"Shit, I nearly forgot we're still here!" He hissed as I climbed off his lap and stood up. "I'm surprised no one came by..."

"Let's not push our luck." I said as I walked over to my shredded clothes and weapon. I swung it on before looking over at Nick, "I'll walk home."

"What? But that's like a few miles from here!" He said incredulously.

"I know. I just... Need to be alone for a while." I rub the back of my neck awkwardly. "A run will do me good."

He rose an eyebrow at me, "You sure?" I nod my head. "Okay..." He places something in my hand, "I'll see you later."

I watch him walk away before looking at what he gave me. It was my hair tie. I sighed and walked away in the opposite direction, heading to where the woods are. It's time to go home.

I yawned into my hand as light from the TV screen lit up the dark room before I stuffed another mouthful of my favorite ice cream, Ben & Jerry's Brownie Batter Core. To put it simply, it's like chocolate ice cream with crack in it. I would also like to add that I'm eating straight out of a quart of it, and I've went through half of it already.

"Anata wa senjō no on'nanoko yori mo yowaidesu. Watashi no taipu mo fuete imasu. (You're weaker than the girl on the ship. And more my type, too.)"

"Darekaga koko ni iru... (Somone's here...) Usopp! Cho-"

"Kimi wa... Watashi no tsuma ni nari nasai! (You... Become my wife!)"

"Tch. Hiretsuna otoko! (Fucking bastard!) Leave Nami alone! I would kick your ass if I was there! Hentai... (Pervert...)" I growled out before shoving another spoonful into my mouth as Usopp and Chopper barged into the bathroom on the screen. I've grown up watching One Piece, and there has never been a day when I haven't watched at least one episode.

I've lost count of how many times I've re-watched each arc, but I do make sure to watch every new episode when it's aired. Of course, being a hacker, I tend to watch it before it's aired, period.

I suppose that One Piece sparked the protectiveness towards my friends whenever they get hurt or are soon to be hurt. I know that it's just an anime, and it's fiction, but I have a feeling that Oda wanted everyone to know what real friends are. Not only did I learn that, but I've sort of stolen some of the fighting moves from the anime. More specifically, Zoro.

Anyway, it's been a good hour since I got back from the crime scene of the Hundjägers. Luckily, no one saw Nick and I before we left the area, so we're in the clear. But for some reason him and the captain have some serious tension going on, even Renard's a little confused about it.

Now I'm relaxing on the couch wearing nothing but my sweatpants and t-shirt, cuddled up in a blanket, and eating ice cream while watching the second episode of One Piece for the night. Luciel was somewhere in the house, sleeping most likely.

I nearly jumped off the couch when I heard a knock on the back door. I narrow my eyes suspiciously towards that direction. Placing the quart of ice cream down, I grabbed my sword and stood up.

As I made my way out of the room and into the hallway, I allowed the blanket to slip off of me. When the door came into view through the pitch black hall, I sniffed the air. I huffed in annoyance when I found that it was a familiar scent, but I couldn't place my finger on where I've smelt it from. All I knew was that it was most likely not an enemy.

Fuck it. I unlock the door and swing it open. I look up at the tall figure carrying a suitcase, surprised.

He smiled down at me nervously. "Is that offer back in the hospital still open?"

Never been that confident about writing fight scenes... How was it? Did any of you cry? 'Cause I did while writing this.

...I ship Nick and Juno so hard...

If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask. :P

Love ya, babes.