[Pre chapter A/N Just a warning here. I realised that no matter how much I despise OCs, they are unavoidable in this story. Mainly because it's been fifteen years, so there was bound to be new cram school students, so I had to put them there to make the story more realistic. I sincerely apologise for the OCs, and feel free to unfollow this story if you hate the story now. Critcism for the OCs are accepted. Also, they technically aren't mine. I just changed their names because the original owner requested I do that. If you do recognise their personalities, hats off to you. You've just made a certain Wattpad and Fanfiction user who writes Sci-fi very happy.]
Ray looked down at the simple, silver key in his hand disbelievingly. Director Faust couldn't possibly be serious. Honestly, the teenager was wondering if the eccentric man who dressed like a clown had a few screws loose.
Oh wait... he probably did have a couple of screws loose. No sane person would willingly walk around in what the Director wore on a daily basis.
After that incident with the possessed armour, his teacher had, albeit reluctantly for some reason, directed his request to join Exorcism school to Director Faust who was delighted to hear this for another reason that was once again unknown to Ray.
The Director had later poofed into existence next to Ray right after the teenager's regular classes, giving him a mini heart attack.
How the did he even teleport? Ray would be plagued with that question for the rest of the day.
After being given some instructions on where to go, the Director had simply handed him a simple silver key and told him to use it whenever his Exorcist classes were in session, before disappearing in a poof of pink smoke and sparkles.
Pink smoke and sparkles..? Ray had found himself thinking, bewildered by the appearance of said things.
As if that was the most important thing in the world.
Moving on, Ray still did not understand the Director's instructions involving the key, no matter how simple it may have seemed.
"Just use that key on any door, and you'll get to the Cram school~!"
"Any door... huh...?" Ray muttered to himself, looking back down at the key in his hand, before he decided to try it anyway, no matter how strange the instructions were.
Which was why he was standing outside of the dorms, key in hand, wondering if Director Faust was really just messing with him, or if the key actually did as he said it would.
"Here goes nothing." Ray inserted the key into the keyhole, before he turned it easily, much to his surprise. Weren't all keyholes different?
Pushing open the door, Ray felt his jaw hit the ground.
This was definitely not how the dorms looked like. The dorms didn't have high ceilings, nor were they so clean, with the walls polished and coloured with greens, yellows and reds.
"W-woah..." Ray gaped, taking a step back. "He really wasn't kidding about the key."
He stepped into the unfamilar hallway, closing the door behind him as he took in his surroundings with poorly concealed awe and fascination.
He pinched himself, before he winced at the sharp pain. Nope, he was definitely not dreaming, and probably not hallucinating. This was real.
If someone had told Ray a few months ago that he'd be standing in the hallway of an Exorcist school, apparently having arrived by a magic key, he'd have asked what had the other party been smoking.
Unforetunately for him, Ray didn't have any more time to admire his surroundings, as the alarm he had set on his watch went off, signaling that he only had five minutes to find his class before he was late.
Looking down the extremely long corridor with doors on both sides, Ray felt like curling up in the corner and having a mini meltdown.
Class had yet to even start, and Ray already had his work cut out for him. That, being searching for his classroom that was somewhere in the door filled hallway with a pathetically short time limit of five minutes.
Oh wait, make that four minutes.
Today was just not his day.
0o0
Somehow, the Singaporean teenager was able to locate his classroom in a matter of three and a half minutes, leaving him a spare thirty seconds to catch his breath and pat himself on the back for not being late on the first day of class.
"Are you alright? That was one heck of a mad dash into the classroom!" An enthusiastic voice came from Ray's right, making him turn his head.
A male, who seemed to be about Ray's age, was looking at the aforementioned teenager with a smile, still throughly entertained by his panicked run. His hair was a dark shade of brown, almost black, and was windswept, as though he had just flown a jetplane with the windows wide open. His eyes were coloured as his hair was.
All in all, he was pretty normal for a typical Japanese person.
"Uh... yeah? I'm fine." Ray awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. Great. He forgot that there would be other people in the class, and would therefore be witness to Ray's embarrassing entrance to the classroom. What a great first impression to the five people already present in the classroom.
The other male laughed, bouncing in his seat like an over excited child. "Anyway, my name's Daku Aiba What's yours?"
"Ray Owens."
"Ohhhhh, so you're an American, huh?"
"Take your seats and quiet down, please. Class is in session." Yukio unknowingly interrupted the conversation as he stepped into the classroom, shutting the door behind him.
As the chattering in the class died down, the man dropped the reference books onto the desk in the front of the classroom before turning to address the potential Exorcists.
"I am Okumura Yukio, and I am your Anti-Demon Pharmaceuticals instructor." He smiled in a friendly way. "And I will now take attendence. Chi Risuta?"
A female with short, light brown hair with some clipped to the side of her head with a cat shaped clip raised her hand, before promptly getting distracted by a random Coal Tar that floated past her head. Judging from how mature she looked, one would assume she was about eighteen years old.
"Tadashi Tekku?" A serious looking male with black hair and equally dark eyes raised his hand. He appeared to be around the same age as Chi Risuta.
"Elleno Kazano?" This time, it was blond male (whose hair looked like it had been messily dyed into said colour), and he was fiddling with what look like a... coffee machine? He looked to be about sixteen.
"Daku Aiba?" Daku raised his hand.
"*COUGH COUGH* Caller?" Someone chose that moment to cough very loudly, preventing everyone from hearing the mentioned student's name. Caller, since no one knew what to call him, appeared to be the oldest of the potential Exorcists, looking to be about nineteen years old. His hair was the same shade as Tadashi's, but the resemblance stopped there. Mainly because Caller was snoring away at his desk, facedown to the desk.
Their teacher made a face akin to something similar to resignation, before he walked up to the sleeping male, dropping a heavy textbook on the desk right next to Caller's head.
"Whuh?" His head shot up from the table as he was rudely awakened, blinking, before he finally registered Yukio's presence.
"Please refrain from sleeping in my lesson." Yukio stated in a flat tone.
"Yes sir." Caller intoned with little interest, making the teacher's eye twitch, but nothing more than that.
"Moving on," Yukio cleared his throat. "As you all know, you'll be training to be Exorcists. Exorcists don't have an easy job. It's either you're stronger, or the demon is stronger and then you're shipped to morgue in pieces." He said all this while smiling, as though what he had just said was a common occurance.
Ray was honestly beginning to think that Exorcist training wasn't one of his smarter ideas.
0o0
"So... why the coffee machine?" Ray attempted to make conversation with one of his classmates, the one with the coffee machine, while waiting for the next teacher to arrive.
The blond blinked, before he smirked in a way that sent shivers up Ray's spine. "Oh, this isn't mine. It belongs to one of my room mates back at the school dorms. He is going to flip when he figures out that it's missing."
"Sir, isn't that Kleff's coffee machine?" Caller suddenly cut into the conversation, seemingly popping out of nowhere.
Elleno groaned. "God damn it, Sir Caller, would you stop calling me sir?!"
"Yes Ma'am." Sir Caller, as Elleno had dubbed him, replied seriously.
*THWACK!*
"Sir, you need not have slapped me so hard. I only felt it a tiny little bit."
"BURN!" Daku hollered from the other side of the classroom, blasting air horns that he supposedly got off the internet whilst laughing, while Ray felt bewildered by how quickly the conversation had switched from the intial inquiry about a coffee machine.
Did Exorcism and craziness come hand in hand, or something? Or was it just this batch of potential Exorcists?
"Where did you get those from?!"
"Are you illiterate?"
The blue eyed teenager promptly returned to his seat, before allowing his forehead to thump against the desk.
0o0
Ray hated tests. Hated them with a fiery passion even. They were his sworn enemy that mocked him, and even though Ray came out victorious in most of the fights he either accidentally initiated, or had been provoked into, this was the one enemy he was never able to defeat.
His mother had once told him that if he worked hard enough, he would come out on top.
The bold red mark on his test paper that clearly stated a five upon a hundred seemed to say otherwise.
Daku comfortingly patted the dejected Singaporean's back while holding his own paper with a single digit, which was a number that resembled an egg.
"Don't worry! You have a few marks! Unlike me who has nada marks!" Daku was far more happy than he should have been with the marks, or the lack of thereof, that he had recieved.
Meanwhile, Yukio found it harder to doubt that the teenager that so closely resembled his brother in more ways than one was in fact Rin's reincarnation.
Their test scores were nearly identical in the fact that both were way below average.
Honestly, Yukio had no idea if he should have been pleased, or lamenting the fact that he once again had to cringe at the blatantly wrong test answers while marking, much like he had done when he had been marking Rin's test papers fifteen years ago.
Apparently, whatever type of student one was in their past life also crossed over into the next, which was just sad.
However, the remaining Okumura twin did take comfort in the fact that Ray didn't actually score the lowest in the class, even though that did not change the fact that score on the teenager's test paper was bad, even by the lowest of the lowest standards.
How was it even remotely possible to score a five out of a hundred on a test about safety guidelines, much less a zero?! This sort of thing was common sense!
Then again, if Ray was anything like Rin...
Yukio let out a sigh and let his shoulders droop. He really needed a drink. Again. And he probably should start stocking up on Aspirin, because he had a feeling that he was going to need more than he usually did for the next few months.
"Sir, I must insist that you put the scissors down and cease your glares towards me because it is childish, and quite franky, immature."
"Damn it Sir Caller, you don't even pay attention in class, how the hell did you get a hundred and five on this test?!"
"Sir, I am fabulous."
Yukio's point had just been proven.
[A/N So this chapter was actually meant to be a little more serious that it is now, but it just sort of escalated once I put in the comedic elements.
Once again, I am sorry about the OCs, and I understand if this story seems less appealing now. I know how annoying it is to see OCs in fanfiction. I don't plan on them playing too big a role in the story though. They're mostly there to keep the story somewhat realistic, move the plot along, and provide the comedy that the cast of Blue Exorcist is unable to provide.
The badass stuff should come in soon, as well as Exorcist missions once these guys get promoted to Exwires. Or was it Esquires? Oh well.
Well, thanks for reading, and hopefully you guys will still be here for the next chapter, that is, if you haven't already run off screaming in disgust.
~ Gwntan12 ]