Uptidate:
Well….
It's spring….
*sits in a rolly chair and spins for a few mins* what to do, all of guys surely assume I'm dead by now so it's unclear how many of you will find and read this update.
Meh *shrugs* I'll keep writing even if no one reviews anyway XD
But for those who have been waiting on me I wanted to say that I may actually start writing Ao No exorcist once more when Summer comes. I'm convinced that season is 100% the best time to write this so once I finally get my time and sun back I'll be writing again.
In all honesty I have actually written one or two pieces for this over the last few months, but I had to throw em out because, well, they sucked. .3.
Srsly, you wouldn't want to read them XD
*bits lip and starts spinning again* I do feel a little bad though, so for those who have faithfully waited for so goddamn long I'll give you the best present I got.
I said in Chapter 18 I think that I had wrote it out like 5 times and had difficulty in making it. Before the one I posted was this one. Either it wasn't properly finished, felt odd, or just wasn't action-y enough for my tastes I chose not to reveal it until now.
*sheepishly scratches head* I'll save all your lovely, lovely reviews for the real thing
And I apologize for my tardiness, thank you for those of you who haven't lost faith in me yet.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ao No Exorcist
Arriving Hammer:
Yukio had just walked up the front steps to the familiar church he'd known for so long, trying to ignore the scratch marks on the side of the large door.
"The hell is this place?" whispered Shima.
"Almost looks like a haunted house," agreed Konekomaru.
"Maybe it's the wrong place," came Izumo's own nervous suggestion, not wanting to be caught in an incident similar to that of their exwire training camp. He frowned upon hearing the frightful tones but supposed that in the dark the looming shadow of the church may appear to be intimidating to those who did not know it as he. Of course, the scratches and flaking paint probably didn't give it a better image, nor did the great iron gates behind them. The timid teenagers looked to Yukio hopefully and he sighed.
"This is the indeed the right place," and without waiting for an answer from them he rapped a knuckle on the heavy wooden door. A few heartbeats passed before, without warning, it flew open. The loudness of it caused even Yukio to jump as he was suddenly met with a face of hardened tan features, seemingly almost tired and scarred cheeks lifting up into a bright smile as a cry escaped the brown haired priest's lips.
"Ah! It's Yukio!" a small mustache quivered slightly on his upper lip as he grabbed the young Okumura and dragged him inside, shouting to someone the students could not see; "They're here!"
The next thing they all knew, a group of highly trained exorcists were hauling them into the building with warm smiles that did not match the impression of the house. Yukio was treating, and being treated, as if he was a boy returning home.
"Welcome home, kid," laughed one with blond hair spiked up, slapping the black haired teen's shoulder playfully.
"Good to see you're doing well," said another with curly brown hair waving around his ears.
"But where's Rin-san?" came the concerned query from a large man with thick, black eye-brows and one arm in a sling.
"Wait, how do you guys know the Okumuras?" Izumo asked, surprised.
"Eh? You didn't tell them?" asked the blond priest.
"Sorry, Izumi, I didn't feel it necessary," admitted Yukio in an almost sheepish manner.
"Well I suppose that's true," nodded the one who'd answered the door," my name is Kyodo and this is Nagatomo," he gestured to the man with curly brown hair, then to the blond, "Izumi," and finally to the plump, black haired man, "and Maruta. I suppose you could consider us something of the Okumura's caretakers when they were small."
The wave of surprise that hit the group of stunned exwires was collectively shown in their widened eyes, Shima jolting and Konekomaru letting his mouth gape open. Izumo didn't appear all that surprised by it, but Sheimi behaved as her older comrade did when Bon allowed himself to sweep his gaze over the rows of pews and candles standing in a cluster at the front of the chapel.
"That stupid blue monkey grew up here?" despite himself, he'd let his imagination conjure images of a large mansion with gargoyles and old haunted rooms containing a Victorian style piano; keys yellowed and tunes low and dusty. He'd even pictured coffins lined up in the wine cellar.
"Hahaha, good that he's finally made some friends," laughed Nagatomo.
Finally made some friends? The confused and worried thought clouded the little blonde's eyes as Sheimi remembered Rin's apparent, and misunderstood reluctance to become her friend in those early months of knowing each other.
"Speaking of Rin, you still haven't answered Maruta's question, Yukio," said Kyodo, turning to said exorcist.
"ah," the sheepish smile on his face was whipped away by a more serious expression, " he wanted to visit father first."
"His father?" Konekomaru yelped.
"Foster-father," snapped Izumi, offended on Shiro's behalf. Kyodo sent the youngest priest a look before he returned his attention to the young Okumura standing beside him to change the subject abruptly.
"In the meantime, why don't we have Maruta show these guys to their rooms and let them unpack? I'm sure you've got something's that need to be taken care of so I'll let you do what you need to while the rest of us make dinner. Sound good?"
"Yes, thank you," Yukio smiled and let the three other men make their way to the kitchen, leaving the group of True Cross Students and Maruta behind. "Alright, Maruta, I'm going to go and drop off my things in the room Nii-san and I share. I'll meet you all back here in a half an hour. By then he should have returned," the teenager instructed with a clear voice that could be heard throughout the rows of pews.
"Ok, be careful of the stairs though, the bottom step is gone," the big man warned as looked at the younger with a knowing smile. The way the 'four-eyes' turned to grab his things, hiding a small blush of embarrassment signaled all the past times he'd tripped on said steps due to his problem seeing. Maruta smiled and then gestured to the exwires standing with their own bags lain down at their feet.
As he led them through the hall breaking off on the right side of the chapel, the friendly priest asked them questions about themselves and shortly after they were talking to each other normally. When Izumo asked about the Okumura's foster-father, however, the large man shook his head and told them that he'd been the one to discover the two demon children, raising them until it had cost him his life. He wouldn't answer any further questions.
Bon had also found the church to be larger than expected, the halls weaving around with doors sewn in on one side and windows lining the other. Looking out these windows showed to him the back garden, a forest of unkempt vines and wildflowers snaking around the dirt. As they passed this sight, Sheimi had appeared as if she wanted to run back out into the mass of plants and tidy them up; pull out the weeds and replace them with beautiful assortments of herbs and other flowers. Maruta had noticed the looks she gave the little ruin as he smiled sheepishly, saying that none of the priests were really gardeners and Yukio didn't have the time to fit such an act into his schedule.
The room that the group had been given was at the far end of the hall. Just after the lining of windows halted there were three rooms; on the left was the boys, the right was the girls, and just in front was a bathroom. They'd dropped off their bags to discover freshly washed sheets and neatly made beds waiting for them. Given fifteen to twenty minutes to unpack, the exwires chose their beds and had Maruta show them where the bathrooms were.
"I'd show you all were the showers are too but we're running out of time and Yukio-san won't be happy if we're late," the man apologized after pointing out the public bathrooms used on Sundays and then the more obvious one wedged right between their rooms. "They happen to be on Rin and Yukio's side of the chapel, though, so tomorrow I'm sure one of them could show you where they are," Maruta smiled reassuringly just as they reentered the Sanctuary. The younger Okumura twin was already set waiting for them at the front of the pews and greeted them with a smile as the round-bellied-priest asked, "Has Rin-kun come back yet?"
At this he frowned and shook his head, "Unfortunately, no."
Before Konekomaru could ask them what was wrong, noticing the whispers of worry passing through both exorcists' eyes, a call from the kitchen interrupted him.
"If that kid doesn't get his ass in this church soon I'm going out to find him and when I do be prepared to stitch him back together, Yukio!"
Shima's mouth flew open and his eyes widened as he exclaimed in surprise, "that's some insane hearing."
"That's just Nagatomo, he's been known for his good hearing," the exorcist teacher reassured, pushing back his sleeve to check the time.
Barely five minutes passed by before the great twin doors at the entrance finally groaned open.
"I'm hoooome!" Rin called, walking in with his shoulders slumped and a lazy expression dragging his eyes downwards. He would never admit it aloud, not even at the cost of his life, but at this moment Bon felt a twinge of worry for his friend. The smart teen hadn't forgotten about what had been said earlier nor had the uneasy vibe his teacher and fellow priests had been giving off. The way those blue eyes looked accusingly at the wooden flooring both worried and irritated him.
This little punk, he's got too many damn secrets, Bon thought, narrowing his eyes.
Just then a spoon flew out from the kitchen door and collided with the teenager's blue head so hard it snapped back. A few seconds passed where the elder Okumura was balancing on one foot, leaning back before shooting forward to scream at the one who had launched the metal projectile. "What the hell Nagatomo?"
As Rin was greeted by a friendly argument with the curly, brown haired man, a noogie from Kyodo, a crushing hug from Maruta, and a slap on the back from Izumi, Bon made himself his own side mission for the week.
Since that guy isn't going to open up willingly, I'll just have to force him.
I realize that parts such as where Yukio says he didn't think telling the exwires that the church was where he and Rin had grown up are off, as well as other pieces as well.
You don't have to read my brain vomit if you don't want to, so this is just for those who are easy going in the face of certain levels of OOC.
Anyway, hopefully it was a good read. Gotta go make myself dinner now though~
Tata!