Keep Trying

I don't own Ao no Exorcist, Kazue Kato does.

A single school girl rode through the busy streets of her town, ever-so-often peeking to her sides, looking for a rather lonelier place to hide in. She wore rollerblades on her feet, making her journey through the street a lot faster. It may sometimes cause her to fall face first into someone, but hey, sometimes people deserve to be knocked down. Luckily, most people moved right out the way before she could crash into them. It often looked as if there was a small parade going on and she was the only float.

Having other people move out of your way, without you having to put in much effort was an amazing feeling, like the feeling you would have as a child when you only received gifts and never really had to give much, if not, anything in return. That feeling was the easy way to describe how the girl currently felt. She was drunk with that kind of freedom which gave her the open door to do whatever she wanted. "Suckers! Move out of Queen Shura's way!" she would think as she passed innocent civilians who were trying their best to stay off her way.

Her swift and ecstatic movements carried her nicely through the rather bumpy sidewalk which was to blame for the so many times she had fallen and had almost been ran over by a car. She was lucky people around those parts of town were careful enough to see if the something was in the road.

Queen Shu- I mean, Shura rode through the streets until she finally took a turn into a new street that contained an alleyway. She really didn't know the city very well which caused her to go looking for it for quite some time now. Shura smirked to herself and sped up her rolling. Her orange roller blades changing direction according to her movement which now leaned her to a forward right. She gripped the school bag on her shoulder, a determined smile now spreading across her face.

Her eyes focused on the alley, and only the alley, leaving her to become unaware of her surroundings. She sped up, more and more, only showing how impatient she was being. She wanted to get there quicker, damn it! She was only feet away from the alley before being too impatient caused oh so powerful queen Shura to gracefully face plant into the oh so dirty pavement. Such beauty could easily even make garden flowers jealous.

Shura pushed herself off the floor and reached for her school bag with her slightly scratched hands and threw it into the alley. She heard a few thudding sounds before deciding to finally throw herself into the alley. She lazily slumped against the wall, took a deep breath, proceeded to hug her now scraped knee, and with her mouth shut, scream. She screamed for a few seconds before her throat decided it was too much to continue.

Her face became pink from when it had made contact with the floor and was now becoming red and warm from the screaming. Though it didn't hurt as badly as her knee, her face still stung, and her nose itched a whole lot too. Shura rubbed the back of her palm against her nose until blood started dripping from it.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down and took of her roller blades so that she could stand up without slipping. As she did, she noticed how legs were shaking from the impact, which made standing up a bit harder to do. She placed her hand on the dark brick wall she had been sitting up against while her other hand covered her nose. She slowly stood up, tumbling a few times before balancing herself.

"Owwww.." Shura said as the sharp pain on her knee seemed to grow. She let go of her slightly bleeding nose to swipe off the bit of blood on her hand. She dragged her hand across the fall, leaving a small blood trail. It seemed better to get sick from alley germs than get Shiro furious because of some blood stains on your uniform. The man already has to deal with enough as it is.

Well, he's already gonna be pretty pissed off when he realizes she took his cigarettes. Hey, she needed SOME way to practice how to smoke and she didn't have any yen (Or well, at least not enough yen to buy cigarettes herself.) Plus, most of her classmates were all too goody-two-shoes to even try to buy cigarettes! There were some delinquents here and there who had the stuff, but they didn't care enough to even talk to her. There was one time, but that's a story for another time.

She looked over at the direction where she had roughly thrown her bag earlier, only to find her bag sprawled across the floor, open, and with all her notebooks and materials were scattered along the disgusting floor. Shura sighed, her hand still resting on the dirty wall. Now letting the wall go, she walked over and collected what she could see. She didn't remember everything that was in her bag, so she was gambling whether or not she had everything. Shura collected "everything" from her school along with an old shoe she found (Don't ask why she's taking it, I don't know either.), and then proceeded to look for the cigarettes she thought she brought.

She searched the alley and emptied her bag again and again, frantically looking for an item she didn't have. She swore she could remember putting the in there! She.. thinks so! Desperately, she looked back at the end of the alley, seeing no sign of the box of cigarettes. She scanned through it again and sighed. Even if she was patient enough to look again, she knew she wouldn't find them. With a defeated expression, she threw her bag over her shoulder and decided to call it a quits. She'll deal with it later, though she really didn't want to deal with it, (More like she didn't want to bother Shiro.), she was going to have to.

Shura tsked to herself, now thinking of an excuse she'll have to use when and if she got caught. She sat down and put her roller blades back on, trying to think of any excuse, really, it shouldn't be this difficult. Shura furrowed her eyebrows and clenched her teeth, and made her way out the alley. She did all that, even got hurt, for absolutely nothing. "God damn it.." she whispered as she took a few steps and began rolling the opposite direction in which she first came from.

Shiro kept dodging, only stopping once in a while to catch his breath, only for the goblin to try to directly gnaw at his head again. For a small goblin, damn, it was fast. Shiro could only rely on his instincts to try and get away from this creature that kept attempting to rip his limbs off. He tried shooting the damn thing several times, but that only resulted in a wasted bullet and a new hole in the wall. If he planned to reload, he was going to need to do it sooner rather than later because the goblin was starting to speed up.

Again, it charged in the middle, Shiro was starting to see a small pattern in its attacks. After the next attack, it's going to try and bite his head again. He should use that opportunity. Just as the goblin jumped up to bite at Shiro, Shiro grabbed it by its tail and tried holding it down while he started chanting its death verse. But to no surprise, as soon as Shiro got the chant's third word out, his plan failed when the Goblin decided to start going frantically pushing Shiro back and forth until both finally fell back onto a wall that made part of the hallway collapse. How unstable was this place?!

Shiro stopped chanting and grabbed at the remains of the wall that was left, bad idea, but it was better than falling down a whole floor and into the basement where more demons roamed. Slimy sluggish slob type of demons that would probably get him to look like he had spent his entire life savings into a pool of gel, and that was if he managed to somehow not drown in it. Even Mephisto wouldn't be able to umbrella out of THAT mess! Shiro's hand started shaking from tiny splinters that were starting to dig into his strict fingers as he reached his other hand to the ledge of the floor. He grabbed on to a strong piece of floor tile as kicked himself from the wood. Shiro then pulled himself up before someone would decide to tell push him off Lion King style.

He scooted across the floor, away from the floor to slime hell, standing up once he was a slightly safe distance. Even with years of accomplishing dangerous actions, he would still shake and have trouble breathing after events that would happen a little too fast. Shiro reached for his gun, which he had accidentally dropped on the floor when the goblin had started pushing him back. Wait a minute.. THE GOBLIN! WHERE WAS IT-?!

That piece of shit was going to pay for not dying! Yes, his thoughts WERE childish, but god damn it his anger was getting the best of him and he wasn't happy such a tiny creature could get so close to drowning him in slime.

Shiro turned back to the ground, his vision sharpening and his teeth clenching as he heard movement coming from the hole. The movement was slow and it consisted of the sound of wrenching metal. As Shiro got closer, the sound of whimpering became louder and clearer.

He got to the point where he was close enough to see the goblin dangling off a metal tube from under the floor. "It's whimpering and shaking like a helpless bitch." Shiro thought as he looked down at it with disgust.

The goblin's eyes drifted and made it take notice of Shiro but immediately went back to whimpering at something else. Something behind him. He turned around just in time to dodge an incoming crowbar that was being wielded by the small boy he had seen earlier. Shiro almost fell back into the hole trying to dodge the damn kid. How the hell was a kid so small able to carry that?!

Shiro stumbled back as the child reached in for the goblin, his actions quick, brash, and showing desperation. As Shiro picked himself back up, the child dropped the crowbar and ran for the hole. He watched as the kid finally grabbed the goblin's hand, but began slipping in. In a moment of hesitation, Shiro ran at the kid, grabbing his feet and pulling him out while mentally screaming and questioning himself on why he was even helping the brat. Even the kid himself glanced back at Shiro with confusion. As soon as the the raven haired boy and the creature were back on sturdy ground, Shiro's hand reached back for his gun again only for his mind to go blank and leave him with no idea what to do.

Should he shoot the goblin? Should he take the kid? SHOULD HE SHOOT BOTH?!

Shiro just standing still, not bothering to pay attention to him, gave the other two beings in the hall time to make a run for it. The paladin quickly snapped out of it yelling after them "Wait!" as he began running after them. Bad idea to run on such a worn down setting, but oh well, don't complain when you're drowning in slime, exorcist.

Deep underground, a single voice rung along side the noises of heavy machinery, bubbling liquids, electrical shocks, and.. Screaming. "Subject number 11, state your name." The firm yet easygoing guy's voice said. The room was dark, almost unable to see in, yet someone could make out the two silhouettes, each facing each other. The one on the left seemed to be sitting or kneeling with his hands tied behind them. The other silhouette, the one who had spoken just a few seconds ago, stood just a few feet away, seemingly holding something thin where he would occasionally move his hand on.

The kneeling figure only kept its head down, silent. The other figure tapped it's foot as it waited a few seconds before their stance sunk and the whispered "C'mon, y'know I don't want to have to do it again."

Silence followed.

"Say something, at least, maybe they'll let me go easy on you if you show a bit of improvement." the standing figure said as a last attempt to get a response from the other person.

Silence, yet again.

After a few seconds, what could be assumed to be the person who previously asked the questions, sighed. "Fine, man, I warned you."

This time, only the sound an electric shock resounded through the room.

A/N: Sorry it takes me so long to update, I've got shit to do. Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed.

Good day/night.