Son of the paladin, youngest ever exorcist, genius. Yukio Okumura was called many names. It frustrated him. The more praises flooded in, the pressure of upholding those flowery words increased, and truly, he would loathe realising that he was unbecoming in some ways, unfit for what he was glorified, so he just worked harder.
When he last slept and ate properly...Probably ancient history.
If he was not in the library, immersed deep into research then he must be at the Academy or at annother mission he could risk some spare time for. Yet recently, his presence grew even more obscure and was rarely encountered.
People grew curious upon his whereabouts, unknowing it lay very close to them, in an abandoned dorm of the academy.
Isolated and forgotten. A perfect place for a summoning.
"Come child of glorified nights and Sleeping mornings! Let the truth emerge and reveal the path through untruth." He chanted, dripping some of his blood onto the large chart laying spread upon the wooden floor. It was the fruit of months and months of research, and if it did not succeed, even he would bang his head against the wall.
It did not seem to betray his expectations.
As the ruby droplets dispersed over the black ink, there was a blinding flash, smoke, and...
"Nii-san?"
"Yo, Yukio." Rin rubbed his hair, "What are we doing here?"
Yukio sighed helplessly, "I should have known."
His elder brother was the most powerful demon with the greatest connection to him. Who else but Rin could be suitable for Yukio's familiar...
"Know what? Yukio? Why aren't you saying something-GAh, Yukio, you want to kill me or what?" Rin narrowly avoided a bullet shot by Yukio.
But Yukio could never imagine this thing being his familiar.
He sighed once more.
He was going to grow gray hair before he even got old.