Shout-out to kayspaz15 for being an awesome beta!

Also, what do you guys in the reviews think of the poem?


I never wanted to be here,
When just looking at you fills me with fear,
and I just want to get away.
With a casual 'hey",
I'm dying.
Because of you,
there is nothing I can do.

-XXX-

No. No, no, no. nononononononono-

"Hey Rin, let's go." Bon said.
I jumped. Panicking, I think I yelled "Okayraceyouletsgonow!" and ran out, my damn demonic speed and strength taking me out of cram school in a split second.

Halfway down the long corridor, I paused. Bon was yelling something from the open doorway. With my excellent hearing I caught every word. "Rin, you demonic little shit, come back or this holy water will find its way onto your head!" While his tone was light and joking, his intentions weren't. Someone must have told him to act like he would really give a shit if I died. I knew he wouldn't. Hell, he would want to be the one to kill me. They all hate me and nothing would change that.

Hearing him say that was like being stabbed through the chest. Over and over, until my insides were mangled and bloody. And it still hurt. It hurt, and it hurt, and it hurt, until I just couldn't take the hurt anymore. Even then I had to endure it. All the damn hurt.

I was so hurt I couldn't even cry. Heh, I didn't even know that was possible. But of course it was. In my shitty life not even worth living, anything bad is possible. Anything can go wrong and the only thing I could look forward to was the end.

The end. Its supposed to be my happily ever after, the, 'you win, great job' sorta deal. Hah. Not in my half-dead life. No happy endings for the demon child. The son of Satan shouldn't get one of those. After all, his blue flames kill.

In my mind I flashed back to the day Bon said that, right after Mephisto 'saved' me from the Vatican executing me. -"Your flames kill people, dammit!"- Sorry Bon, my flames are only killing demons, especially this half demon monster.

-XXX-

The reason I was panicking was that me and Bon got called to do some quote unquote, 'special training' with some other professor that hated me. I mean, they all hated me, so of course whoever this was probably knew who I was and hated me as well.

Managing to evade Bon, I ducked into a bathroom and hid.

They hate me. They hate me. They hate me they hate me they hatemetheyhatemetheyhatemetheyhateme. Taking out the shard of glass I had in one of my pockets, I rolled up the sleeve on my sword hand. The hand I use for my goddamn demon power. -"Those flames kill people!" "What is the son of Satan doing at this school?!"- Sonofsatansonofsatansonofsatan. I couldn't think anymore.

So I did the only thing that helped me think. It didn't just help me think anymore, it helped me live. I cut.

Deep slashes, horizontally down my arm. Crossing over each other, creating a pattern that was both random and meaningless, yet had so much more meaning to me than the rest of my dead life.

It wasn't enough. The small gashes in my skin weren't enough to let out all the pressure. Rolling down my arm was my blood. My red, human blood.

Why don't they understand? I'm human. I have feelings, but to them I'm only a demon. A fucking bloodthirsty demon out to kill them. They don't understand and they never will. As I looked over my arm, I found an area that wasn't criss-crossed with scars and pain.

The pain is welcoming. More so than anyone could ever be, and that includes even Yukio. Pain is my home now. I find my comfort in pain, instead of a loved one, or home. Another reason I'm not like them.

Raising my arm to my face, I let out my demonic power, but just enough that my fangs appeared. My cuts didn't heal, despite the blue aura surrounding me. Good. I can be... more human. Like them.

Like them. I bit down hard on my arm.

There was something more powerful about it than the others. A sort of... personal feel about the bite marks. It helped me think more than a shard of glass ever could.

My fangs are my new toy. But I don't think anything will stop me when even my fangs aren't enough.

I will die when my fangs aren't enough. I can see that much.

But for now, they're enough.