I've had this idea for a while. I'm going to give it some life.
Disclaimer: I don't own Blue Exorcist or any ideas that sound like Night World or Charmed. All I own are my OCs.
Ryuji Suguro had no clue where he was, but he knew he was in danger.
There was a ferocious storm going on all around him. The thunder and lightning were so loud and bright that they almost left him blind and deaf. The rain was coming down so hard he could swear it was leaving welts on his skin. The wind blew just as intensely, almost knocking him off his feet. He tried to move, but the wind was keeping him in place.
Suguro fell to his knees, trying to make himself into as much of a ball as possible. With no shelter, all he could do was ride it out.
All at once, however, the wind came to an abrupt stop. The rain continued to pour straight down, but it, too, had lessened. The thunder and lightning had eased up a bit, becoming low rumbles and occasional flashes.
Slowly getting to his feet, the young monk looked around, trying to get a sense of his surroundings.
It looked like he was in the middle of a big open field that seemed to go on for miles. The sky was gray from the storm, but it almost seemed to give off an ethereal glow.
As he tried to explore his surroundings, Suguro heard a voice. It was faint, but it steadily got louder.
"-on!"
"Bon!"
"BON!"
Suguro woke up with a start at the sound of someone calling his name. When the room came into focus, he saw the worried faces of his best friends, Renzo Shima and Konekomaru Miwa.
"Bon, are you alright?" Miwa asked, concerned for their friend.
"I think so," Bon said, sitting up. "Why? What's wrong?"
"Well, for one thing, we're up before you are." Shima half-joked.
"What? What time is it?!" The muscular teen looked around, thinking he had overslept.
"Relax, we just got up ourselves. You're usually up at the crack of dawn," The pink head said, calming his friend. "As if that weren't weird enough, you looked like you were having a nightmare."
Remembering his dream, Ryuji stilled, his brain trying to make sense of it. "I did have a weird dream… There was this violent storm…."
"Really?" Miwa asked.
"It was raining cats and dogs last night." Shima reminded them that there had been a real storm the night before.
Taking a moment, the leader of the trio considered it. "Yeah, maybe that's it…."
"Either way, you might wanna start getting ready, man."
"Yeah, you're right." But as he moved to get up, the other two noticed that he wasn't going at his usual pace.
"Are you sure you're okay, Bon?" Miwa pressed, always protective of his friend.
"I'm fine. I'm just tired." The muscled teen groaned, feeling like his muscles had weights on them.
"Bon, if you're not feeling well, there's nothing wrong with calling in sick," Shima told him. "With your grades, it probably won't make much of a difference."
"He's got a point, Bon," Miwa agreed. "Rest for now, and if you feel better later, come to Cram School. I'm sure everyone will understand."
Usually, Suguro would fight them on this, but right now, he felt so drained that he nodded in agreement. "Okay."
"We'll bring you your homework later." The pink head promised.
Bon only grunted a response and almost immediately fell asleep when he lay down.
(Later)
Suguro slept on and off most of the day. When he wasn't sleeping, he had some music on, or he was reading. He got something to eat at some point but didn't have much appetite.
Once the time for Cram School rolled around, he felt better than he had earlier. When Shima and Miwa came back to drop off his homework, they found him dressed with his bag packed.
"Hi, Bon." Miwa greeted the master's son.
"Guess you're feeling better, huh?" Shima smiled.
"Yeah, much better," Bon smiled a little. "I feel more energized, too."
"That's good to hear." A new voice from behind them said.
Turning to the door, the boys saw the Okumura twins, Yukio and Rin, walk into the room. Rin's familiar, Kuro, was on his shoulder.
"We were just on our way, Mr. Okumura!" Miwa stated, thinking they were running late.
"Don't worry, Miwa," Yukio smiled reassuringly at his student. "I heard that Suguro wasn't feeling well, so I came to check on him. Since he's feeling better, I guess that leads to the other reason I came."
"What's going on?" Suguro asked, getting serious.
"I assumed you didn't have your phone on, so I came to relay a message Sir Pheles had sent everyone earlier."
"Oh, yeah! I turned my phone off earlier!" Bon remembered, checking his messages. Sure enough, there was a new, unread one. "Is it a mission?"
"Yup!" Rin nodded excitedly. "It was so important that they canceled Cram School."
"They want us to go to Nakagawa in the Chikushi District of Fukuoka," Yukio explained.
"Fukuoka?" Suguro blinked. "Why do they need us out there?"
"I'm not sure. We were told we would get further details about our mission once we rendezvous with the exorcists in that region. Everyone has an hour to pack and then meet at the train station."
"Right!" The Kyoto trio nodded.
(Meanwhile, in Nakagawa)
Like at True Cross, classes had just let out at the local high school. One teen was headed out to meet with some friends.
He was a tall, athletic-looking teenager with hazel eyes and a rough yet handsome exterior, giving off the air of a delinquent. His brown hair was slicked back with spikes, and he had bangs that covered his forehead. There was a distinct scar on his right eye, and he wore an aloof expression.
Since school had just gotten out, he was still in his uniform. His appearance consisted of a white dress shirt with a loose, blue tie, a violet jacket, left open, with gold buttons and the school emblem on the left side, and indigo-blue dress pants. Around his waist was a simple belt, and he wore black combat boots instead of dress shoes. He also had a small chain bracelet tied around his right wrist, black headphones with lightning bolts around his neck, and was carrying a black and blue backpack.
A couple of blocks from the school was the house he lived in by himself. As he headed for the front door, he wasn't surprised to see a cat sitting on the stairs as if waiting for him.
It was a male cat with mostly ginger fur aside from his face, paws, and tail tip that were white. What stood out were his eyes, which were a light violet. He had a black collar with a gold tag, but instead of his name, it had a Celtic knot.
"Hey, Benjiro." He greeted the cat, expression softening.
"Welcome home, Daisuke," Benjiro spoke with a smile. "Will Ayumi and Yamato be coming over today?"
"They should get here any minute."
"I'll keep watch for them."
Without another word, Daisuke headed inside. Once he got his boots off, he flopped down on the sofa and waited for his crew to show up.
He almost fell asleep when he heard the door open. He sat up just in time to see Ayumi and Yamato come in.
Ayumi was the only girl in the group. She had long, honey-blond hair in a ponytail, peach skin, and blue eyes. She was wearing their school's female uniform, which had the same blazer, shirt, and tie. She had a dark purple plaid skirt, tall white socks, and black dress shoes.
Yamato was shorter than Daisuke, with messy, wavy black hair and dark gray eyes with black glasses. He wore the same uniform as Daisuke, with the jacket buttoned up, the tie fastened, and a pair of black dress shoes.
Benjiro came in behind them, jumping up on the coffee table.
"Hi, Daisuke!" Ayumi greeted her friend.
"Ayumi, Yamato." He returned the greeting, moving to a sitting position.
"Something going on, Daisuke?" Yamato said, sitting in one of the chairs. "You usually don't call meetings like this."
"This is an emergency."
"Should we wait for Take?" Ayumi asked, occupying the other chair.
"No, he's looking after another charge, and this can't wait."
"So, what's up?" The other boy asked.
"Remember the disappearances that have been happening around town lately?"
"Yeah…."
"I think one of the victims is a girl from the upper classes." Ayumi chimed in.
"The local branch from the Knights of the True Cross is calling in reinforcements."
It felt like the air was sucked out of the room when he dropped that bombshell.
"What's the Inner Circle's reaction?" Ayumi asked after a moment of silence.
"They're gonna send out a notice to the local community to keep a low profile. We've been able to hide this long since there was a small number of exorcists in the area, but if more are coming, then someone's bound to find something."
"Do they think it's one of our own causing this?" Yamato asked.
"From what little I could see of my grandpa's notes, some evidence was left at the scene of the abduction sites."
"Evidence?" Ayumi asked.
"Symbols that would point to us, like dahlias painted black. At one site, someone had burned a pentagram onto the wall."
"Are they even trying to hide?" Benjiro asked sarcastically.
"I think it was intentional," Daisuke responded, explaining his theory. "They left those to lure more exorcists here so that the Circle would declare a lockdown. They would be so concerned about the knights being here that the trail would go cold."
"So, what do we do?" Ayumi spoke up when he was done.
"Well, for one thing, we're not backing off. We're the only ones who can do something about this. Besides, we don't answer to the Inner Circle. We answer to the Elders."
"I'm with you." Yamato agreed without a second thought.
"What's the plan?" The only female in the group asked.
"Tomorrow, we'll check out one of the scenes and see if anything was missed. Who knows? It might trigger Yamato's premonitions and give us a lead."
"Are you willing to go through with it, Yamato?" Benjiro turned to the teen in question. "I know receiving premonitions can be an unpleasant experience for you, especially if it's something traumatic."
"I'll be alright. Besides, lives could be on the line."
"Alright," Daisuke nodded before continuing. "In the meantime, we should act as normal as possible."
"What's normal about us?" Yamato wise-cracked with a smile.
"You know what I mean." The punk teen rolled his eyes.
Ayumi laughed at the boys' antics before standing. "In that case, we should leave before your grandfather gets home. He'll know something's up if he sees us here."
"Good point," Yamato got up, turning to their leader. "I'll talk to Take later and tell him the plan."
"Sounds good," Daisuke agreed, watching them leave. "Watch yourselves on the way home."
"Okay."
"We will."
However, before they could leave, Yamato suddenly tensed up as if he had been startled. He gave a harsh gasp before dropping to his knees.
"Yamato!" Everyone gasped, rushing to the brunette's side.
He had a death grip on the chair next to him, trying to ground himself and get his breath back. The images started to form when he heard what sounded like a ringing in his ear.
He saw Daisuke standing in a forested clearing. If he had to guess, he would say it was the abandoned part of the park that the trio used for practice or summoning.
He was facing a group of four. One woman and the rest were boys about their age.
Yamato couldn't see their faces, but the emotions of the moment were coming through loud and clear. It was caution and mistrust turning to recognition, followed by a mix of feelings that he couldn't pick apart.
All at once, everything went dark.
"Yamato!" Ayumi cried, saving her friend from hitting the floor.
Daisuke quickly checked Yamato's pulse. After a tense minute, he breathed a sigh of relief. "He's fine, guys. He just passed out."
"Even so, this is the first time Yamato's ever fainted during one of his visions," Benjiro added, still concerned for his charge.
"True, but his breathing is normal again, so there's no need to call an ambulance."
"What should we do?" Ayumi asked.
"Let's get him upstairs," Daisuke said, wrapping one of Yamato's arms around his shoulders. "We'll call Take and have him take you both home."
She nodded and followed the blond's example, helping him carry/drag the brunette to the second floor. Meanwhile, Benjiro went to the window sill to keep an eye out for Daisuke's grandfather.
As they moved, the blond glanced down at his unconscious friend. 'I don't know what Yamato saw, but it looked like he was going to have a panic attack towards the end of it.'
Shaking his head, he returned his attention to the task at hand. 'Whatever it was, something tells me we're going to find out soon.'
And that's the first chapter. I have a vague idea of the whole story, but I have enough to start.
Read, review, and stay tuned.
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Update: I promise this is the last time I rewrite this story.