Ki Master

Chapter 27

Author Notes: I am back! Promise! I never left actually...but uh...had one shots to upload and to an extent-I still have to write. But it's fine. I am fine. And ready to continue. I do not own Blue Exorcist.

3rd P.O.V

"Again Yukio." A small sigh escaped the teen as he closed his eyes. Harnessing his Ki to create an outline over his spear. Despite things going very well a week ago for her class, Yukio wanted to dive his hand into further study.

His focus on healing and barriers. As much as Ming Xia appreciated his earnest desire to improve, Yukio was one who could barely feel his Ki. "Your Ki is gray, symbolizing control and balance, showing your calm, conservative nature...which makes it harder for you to make use of your emotions."

Honestly he was a bit skeptic about the whole color representing his personality, it reminded him of those childish fortune telling scams he used to see whenever his father took him to a carnival or faire when he was little.

But she was a demon that spent decades studying it, and considering that arguing against her or even questioning her could lead to a couple smacks across the head, he would let it go. Especially since she wasn't at all wrong about his personality.

"Professor...would you be willing to tell me what your life was like before Rin?" Currently it was just the two of them, spending their day off to get some extra training in. "Why are you wondering? I don't mind, but I am curious." Not even Yukio's twin wasn't there like usual.

Today without even meaning to, the twins switched gears as Rin was getting some one on one tutoring with old man Shiro for His class. Giving Ming Xia...this interesting situation. "Rin doesn't really tell stories, and I've been trying to learn ancient Chinese so I can read your books and..."

It was cute how much the boy was rambling. Instead of just telling her he was genuinely interested he was trying to come up with as many logical reasons as possible. Honestly he could be just as socially awkward as his brother.

"You know...this little field reminds me of my old home in China. I had roamed this world for over two hundred years. There was no real purpose for me being here other than just being there. It was my taste of independence...much like when birds leave the nest." She sits cross legged.

Sighing as she glances up at the sky. "I didn't do it often but I feasted on the life energy of humans who thought they could bring me harm. Some lived, some did not...but it made no difference to me as to me humans were entertainment and food. I know it's hard to understand." It was.

There were many times where he forgot she was a demon, but the way she could be so nonchalant while speaking. Especially on topics such as killing people, it made him twitchy. Doesn't matter if he knows she won't attack him, it didn't get rid of the discomfort.

"Then I met a man sitting in the middle of the forest. I want to say it was about...twenty five years ago, but he most certainly didn't dress modern day. Ling was one to stick to traditional training garb. And was just sitting there, waiting for demons to approach him."

She sighed again, fates above she missed him. How long has it been since she's visited his and their daughter's graves? Not since Rin was two or three... Maybe when the kids go on their next big assignment for school she'll go visit.

Wouldn't be a bad idea...though it wouldn't feel right without at least offering the invitation to her son. She knew he wanted to meet them(and remember doing it). Had she not gotten sick they probably would've gone a couple times a year, ages ago.

"He, much like your biological mother was a pacifist. He was very down to earth and believed that demons and the supernatural deserved respect and kindness instead of constant bloodshed. And he worked his ass off to try and create some form of connection between demons and humans. He developed Ki manipulation through those ideas."

Yukio hummed trying to envision it. A younger Ming Xia with a man and the two of them happy while working on changing the world. "But you said he died?" A wince formed on his face as her face turned stormy.

Her eyes glowing as memories resurfaced. Immediately he wanted to take it back, but much to his surprise she continued. Much to both of their astonishment her tone was calm and collected. Though there was still anger hidden in her gaze.

"His family never accepted me, knowing of my true heritage. Even when we had a child together there was constant aggravation. Ling despised them for their lack of open-mindfulness and constant insults upon his wife and daughter."

Bastards, all of them. "I don't know exactly what had happened, but while I left to do some errands in town his family attacked, burning down the forest and house we made, they killed them both. I...was not ok." She shook her head then.

The familiar tang of blood hitting her nose. She was clenching her fists far too hard. With a deep breath she releases her tension. Great gates she could still feel feel the blood cloaking her skin. Could still see their remains.

"Nui was only a year old. If she were alive Rin would've been raised right alongside her. Learning Ki manipulation and trying to adapt to this ever changing world. But...alas, she like him are only memories now. Dear ones, but memories nonetheless."

There are times, not that she would admit where it feels like they're there. Not ghosts per say-she would've been ecstatic having her family still around even if its them as formless beings. But on days where the wind blows just right, or Ming Xia is minding her business she'll hear something.

An echo of a voice. A ring of laughter. Every time she would turn in all directions, narrowing her eyes and using her Ki to sense for someone, anyone. Only to be disappointed when nothing and no one is there.

"...get it?" Blinking the teacher looks up, confused. "Repeat?" Yukio turns away from her. "Do you regret it? Living the life you have now?" Does she? The answer was obvious to her. Though to those that know her backstory, perhaps not.

Like all things, it's complicated. "No. Do I miss my daughter and husband? Absolutely. I would've loved to see the life they'd have if they survived. But I have Rin who has been an absolute delight. I also now have you and my class full of brats to watch over."

To prove her point she rubbed Yukio's head, ruining his perfectly combed hair. "What about you Yukio? Do you regret meeting your brother this way?" It took him a moment to ponder. His eyes were closed as he imagined living with Rin as a child.

"I love my brother, but I'm not sure how I would've felt growing up with him." It was hard to put into words how he felt. Would he had have a better childhood? He shakes his head as a sharp pain hit his head.

Man he hated it when he got migraines. "Honestly I don't know. But...I am happy to have met him this way. And even though the circumstances are difficult, I want to support him and be with him. You as well." The urge for her to hug was strong.

Absolutely intense. But she managed to control her motherly instincts, and simply gave him a loving pat. "Glad you think so. Now with that being said, let's continue practice. If you do well I'll start teaching you ancient Chinese."

It was actually hilarious. "Do you mean it?" Even though no one has even gone to assume that him and Rin are brothers. "Yep. Now come-it's time to focus." There were moments like this where you could tell. "Yes ma'am!" Seeing his eyes light up with an expression full of surprise and hope.

It was like watching her son when she told him he was allowed to buy ingredients for his favorite dish. And even more interesting was the fact that they both fell for the same tactic. "Remember what I told you! Feel it from deep within..." Bribes work wonders~

to be continued

Author Notes: Well that was a nice little chappy with Yukio and Ming. I could just imagine the Yukio and Rin from the actual canon timeline sneeze from these conversations lol. But that is all we got for now.

Ahem, thank you all so much for reading guys. If you like this series, please feel free to fav/follow/review as it would mean a crap ton to me. It always makes my day seeing people enjoy my work. See you next time~ Tchao for now.