The Koumaken was brighter than it had been a few days ago. Yukio was forced to accept that as he resheathed the blade.
As it was, there was hardly any doubt that the flames sealed within Kurikara would regain it's former glory within the next six months or so.
And it scared him.
Yukio had already seen traces of crimson bleed into Ray's pupils when he was emotionally distressed, or simply just angered.
What would happen, if instead of something mild such as the reddening of pupils that could be easily overlooked, Ray released blue flames in a fiery bout of emotion?
The Vatican would come down hard on Ray with the hammer they deemed as 'justice' once more, and there would be no way for Yukio to protect him. Ray would be executed for something he was blameless for.
He picked up a small framed photograph. A single moment, captured on film, freezing a happy image in time.
Rin had been so happy...
How had everything fallen apart?
Yukio sat down, hugged the framed photograph to his chest, and cried.
0o0
Just hand yourself over to the Vatican. Or better yet- Just die!"
Blue flames devoured everything.
"Why are you laughing?!"
"You can trust us!"
A faceless figure stood at the edge, a smile that seemed broken only disappearing when the figure's mouth moved.
"They lied."
Then, he fell.
Ray shot up from his bed, gasping, cold sweat beading at his brow. His heart hammered in his chest, the adrenaline still pumping from the sensation of falling in his dream. Kuro softly padded to the side of Ray's bed, meowing softly before jumping up.
"Just a dream," Ray took in a few deep breaths as Kuro nudged him with his nose in a comforting manner. "Just a dream."
Glancing to the side, the teenager nearly had a heart attack when he realised how late it was. Flinging the covers off his person and scaring Kuro, he practically flew to get ready for school.
"I'M LATE!"
Just another normal day.
0o0
This time, Ray was late for class, and ended up having to serve detention to pay for his lateness, ultimately resulting in him nearly being late for Cram School.
He resolved to set five alarm clocks the next time, because apparently, it was possible for Ray to sleep through one ringing right next to his head.
"Bad day, huh?" Daku asked, still cheerfully smiling as Ray slumped down into his seat.
"You have no idea." He groaned. "First I get a horrible dream, and then I find out I'm late for regular school. Then one of my crazy teachers throws a piece of chalk at my head for falling asleep in class, then I have detention, and finally, I'm almost late for Cram School."
Elleno, who was sitting nearby, chose to cut in at this point, not allowing Daku to speak, which made him pout childishly. "Everyone has nightmares, or some crazy ass dream at some point. Like how I had the strangest dream that I was on an alien planet captaining a space ship that was firing giant freaking space lasers."
Sir Caller suddenly piped up. "What a coincidence, sir. I had the same dream, and you were in it too."
"Really? What was I doing?"
"You were freezing to death, sir."
"...Uh huh, how cold of you."
"Quiet down please," Yukio entered the classroom, carrying a small bunch of papers under his arm. "Today, we'll be going over your choice of Meisters, and from there, you'll determine which you would like to take."
"Uh..." Ray leaned over to Daku. "What are Meisters?"
"That's a really easy question, and I'm pretty sure I could answer it if I knew the answer and could be bothered to answer." He answered in a chipper voice, nearly making Ray fall off his seat.
"Since some of you might not know what Meisters are as you have not read the guide book that I know I assigned as homework..."
Ray ducked down, trying to escape the pointed look sent at his direction.
"Meisters are the most basic qualifications for an Exorcist to receive. There are Dragoons, Tamers, Knights, Doctors, and finally, Arias. So today, we'll be giving all of you a test run to see which you would like to take as your Meister for your upcoming exam."
Yukio pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "It is possible to take up two Meisters, but do note that it takes a lot of hard work on your part."
When no one said anything, Yukio continued. "I will be supervising for the Dragoon Meister as the usual instructor is currently in the hospital due to an accident, so please come this way."
As they moved to the training grounds for the Dragoons, Ray asked Tadashi, who happened to be walking next to him, a quick question. Mainly because he just knew that Daku would be no help at all.
"What's a Dragoon?"
"Good riddance, I don't know."
... Apparently, so was Tadashi.
Chi slapped the aforementioned male on the back of his head. "Tadashi! I went over this already!"
"Ow!" The male grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "You don't have to slap me so hard!"
"That's what she s-!" Daku was unable to finish that sentence as a shoe hit him in the face, courtesy of Chi.
"... Nevermind." Ray inched away. He probably should have just read the textbook and saved himself the trouble.
Fortunately, the class managed to get to the training grounds without too much trouble, aside from a few minor squabbles.
Yukio turned back to face the group of potential Exorcists, picking up a hand held gun, similar to the one he carried, off the large selection of weaponry.
"As you all should know, Dragoons use weapons such as guns, bazookas, and so on. So today, you will all be- Caller-san, would you kindly put that machine gun down?
Sir Caller, who was grinning sheepishly, put the M-60 down on the ground next to him.
Yukio cleared his throat. "As I was saying, you all will be learning how to fire some of the weapons for experience- Caller-san, put that bazooka down. Now."
"Which one, sir?"
"Both of them." Yukio's eye was beginning to twitch.
Caller's shoulders slumped slightly in disappointment, before he did as he was told.
"Being a Dragoon requires a lot of practice. Sometimes in battle whether or not you hit your target could determine whether you survive. Discipline is needed as well, and I'm sure most of you are capable of this, except Caller-san over there who appears to be turning into a tank."
"Joy killer..." Said person put the variety of cannons that he was holding down as he grumbled.
"Is he always like this?" Ray turned to Elleno, who was in the middle of a facepalm.
"Unfortunately, yes." He deadpanned.
"Caller-san, out. Now. And put those down."
"Aww..."
0o0
Aside from Sir Caller's numerous interruptions throughout the lesson, the lesson itself went smoothly.
Ray had to admit that being a Dragoon would be pretty awesome, except it just didn't seem right for him. Like a nagging feeling at the back of his head that whispered that being a Dragoon wasn't for him, no matter how cool it was.
A few of his classmates actually decided immediately that being a Dragoon suited them. Them, being Tadashi, Elleno, and unfortunately for some, Sir Caller.
When the latter had openly stated his desire to become a Dragoon, Ray was sure he had seen their teacher muttering a quick prayer beneath his breath which was something about blessing whoever was the poor soul that would assigned to teach them.
In the course of the next four hours, the class went through the remaining Meisters that were available.
For the Doctor Meister, Yukio had asked the blond female that Ray had recognized as Shiemi for assistance as she ran a Pharmacy and therefore was well versed in every medical herb there was.
Ray was a little nervous through the whole class, mainly because he had noticed that Shiemi had kept glancing at him, no matter how discreet she had tried to be.
Did he just royally screw up with the herb he was trying to grind?
Forty five minutes later, it turned out that pretty much the entire class was rubbish at being a Doctor since their medicine preparing skills were pathetic at best, save for Chi who had somehow managed to perfectly prepare hers. Her adept skills at preparing medicine on the fly was definately an up from her less than average shooting skills during the previous class.
For the Tamer Meister, no one actually managed to summon anything, so in other words, the whole affair was a complete waste of time and effort. The latter mainly because Daku had somehow managed to spill ink onto all the summoning papers, resulting in the class having to redraw the circles after more paper had been fetched. That was one hour of their lives that they were not getting back, no thanks to Daku.
For the Aria Meister, all though they all had classes for it as a basic skill, the Meister was actually tougher. For one, not all the verses were in English. No, they had them in every possible language, some of which Ray had not even heard of before in his entire life.
It was official, he had decided. Anyone with an Aria Meister was definitely not human. How was it even possible for anyone to memorize everything?
Although, that probably made Daku some supernatural being, since he was somehow capable of being a textbook, despite what one might have thought because of his usual behaviour.
Finally, the last Meister was the Knight Meister. By this point, Ray was seriously considering taking the Dragoon Meister if the Knight Meister didn't feel right to him.
He didn't have to worry about it though. When he picked up one of the practice swords, he was hit with a wave of nostalgia. As though he had held a sword before and fought with it.
Something didn't feel right though. While the sword in his seemed correct somehow, it was the sword itself that didn't seem right. As though... Ray should have held a different sword.
"This the Kurikara, the Demon Slaying blade
Ray winced as a headache hit him. What the hell was that? It sounded like static from an old radio or something. He thought he heard some words too...
He groaned, putting the sword down. Fantastic. All this Exorcist stuff must be making him go nuts.
Although, he did wonder about what he had heard in his head, about why it seemed so familar.
What was the Kurikara?
And who said that?
0o0
"I see... Father won't interfere for now." Mephisto took a sip of his tea as he propped his feet up on his desk.
"Yes. He said it was because the last two times pushed little brother to want to be an Exorcist." Amaimon popped a lollipop into his mouth as he said this in his usual bored manner. "He's waiting for little brother to awaken by himself now."
"Anything else?"
"Father says to look after little brother, or else." Mephisto honestly didn't know how Amaimon could say things like these with a straight face, as though he was just talking about the weather.
"I will keep that in mind." The Demon King of Earth didn't say anything else after that, choosing to leave the office having conpleted his task.
Mephisto closed his eyes as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand.
He already knew what the or else meant. The King of Gehenna wasn't referring to him in that threat.
The Exorcists had better watch out, lest they have another Blue Night on their hands.
[A/N So... I'm done being lazy and sat down and wrote this. Well, I wasn't being entirely lazy. I was actually trying to plan out where this story was going to go. And also, if you're worried that the OCs may take over tge story, have no fear. I don't intend on them appearing much after they actually become Exorcists. They will still be mentioned in passing, or make small cameos, but other than that, the story still focuses on Ray.
Also, if it wasn't already obvious, the demons are not the antagonists in this story. I always found the Vatican annoying, despite them trying to protect humanity. Then again, they would willingly sacrifice humanity for the sake of... humanity? Uh... that doesn't make sense.
Anyway, did anyone see the latest chapter of Blue Exorcist?
Yukio, noooo... T_T.
R.I.P Yukio's mental state.
And, for some reason, I now have a headcannon that in actuality, the reason as to why Yukio's eyes protect him is actually due to Satan's influence, and not because Yukio inherited the flames, since the latest manga chapter just sort of proved it to me.
By the way, the OCs are from my brother's story on Wattpad. His story is called NanoTec, if you want to read it. He's been really helpful with the characters.
Anyway, thanks for reading!~ Gwntan12][Omake]
"So, in order to summon something, first you need blood-"
Sir Caller raised his hand. "Sir, do we not require summoning circles for this?"
The older man with long, white spikey hair clad in red and carrying a large scroll on his back made a sound similar to a "Pshh!"
"Who needs paper? Anyway, as I was saying before I was interrupted, you need your own blood. Then, you perform the needed handsigns. Then this; Summoning Jutsu!"
Now standing atop a large red toad that appeared to be smoking a pipe, the older man waved. "Now I have some research to do!"
As the dust from the new hole in the wall cleared, Ray made a face.
"Okay, what the hell just happened?"
"Ten bucks that wasn't our teacher." Daku suddenly said.
"Wha-" Ray began, but was cut off as the door to the classroom was opened.
"Good morning, I am your- What on earth happened here?!"
"Ten bucks." Daku said smugly, holding out his hand while Ray wept the loss of his money.
[Omake End]