A/N: Sorry I couldn't update yesterday, it was the opening night for my musical. I usually like to have these up the day of or the day after the new chapter, but opening weekend (Follow that Rabbit) and spending time with my big brother (yes, Charles is a real person and I love him very much, but not ing the incest way) got in the way of my writing. Again, I only own Leigh, owners of the OCs, you know who you are, I don't own Blue Exorcist, and I definitely don't own Michael or Raphael. They belong only to God.

The ride to the academy was long, so I humored Muki's game of "50 Questions", (20 was too few for her) as long as she didn't bring up why I came to True Cross. "What's your brother's name?"

"Charles." I replied.

"Does he look like you?"

"Imagine me with blond hair, as a guy, 6 feet tall, with lighter blue eyes."

"Wow."

The game continued for another 15 minutes, when I had enough of Muki asking what everything looked like. I took out my cell phone and let her cruise through it, until…

I thought I didn't download that picture. I will kill Charles. It was me, with blond hair, a too-big Phillies ball cap, a Spider Man tie-dye t-shirt, a pair of jean short shorts, with sky blue eyes and missing my two front teeth, at age 6 holding a James T. Kirk teddy bear, with a 14-year old boy with curly blond hair, the same eyes, and the I'm-picking-on-you look, but his eyes held a lot of love. He was picking me up on his shoulders, standing by a fountain, probably threatening to tip me in. That boy was Charles. It was taken when I looked more up to my sister and called my brother "a big, fat, bully." What I wouldn't give to just see him, to hug him, to take a ride in his car with him. Before I could snatch the offending cell phone away, she grabbed it and started laughing her head off. "Is that you on the hot guy's shoulders?"

"First, please don't talk about my brother that way; it's really creepy, and second, yes." I shuddered at the thought of someone calling Charles 'hot'.

"Is that a teddy bear?" she looked like she couldn't breathe.

I got defensive. "It is a James Tiberius Kirk Collector's Item. It's not a 'teddy bear'."

She flipped through some pictures of my 15th and 16th birthday parties, and my 'going away' party. She cried when she saw the pictures of me hugging Charles, and the hugs with my individual friends and the group picture. "Wow," she sighed, "I thought you left friends when you left for Japan, but I thought they would be Gothic and scary; they just look goofy, and I never thought you had that many."

"Well, that's enough for now." I said as I snatched the cell phone back, trying to hide the tears welling up in my own eyes, and the sad smile I had.

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After a while talking with Rin, I decided to walk around and give myself a rest from Michael going: Demon, son of Satan, inheritor of the blue flames, Prince of Gehenna. Destroy him! With me responding I honestly couldn't care less that he is the son of Satan, that doesn't change the fact that he's human and like a brother to me. I saw Raan walking around when he stopped and rubbed his neck, probably remembering the beating I gave him when I held him by the collar and threatened him. He could have gotten Muki killed. If I didn't have my powers, right now, we'd be mourning her. He left his partner and split up. It was ridiculous and irresponsible. If I used a fraction of my true strength, I could have snapped his neck like a twig. He was terrified, and said, 'I'm an idiot and next time I will watch Muki more carefully.' I let him off easy and growled, 'you'd better.' And let him down.

Suddenly, the grape colored kitty came along, he said something to it, and it disappeared again. The first time he talked to 'Fuji,' I sensed something there, but couldn't see it. After that, I was able to see her easier and easier.

He suddenly turned around to see a girl with a familiar singing. I really liked her voice. It reminded me of Michelle's. She is the only soprano in my family; I was an alto, but that meant I could sing rock music easier, and my brother really liked that about me, he could only sing well to acoustic music. I looked again, to see Raan hanging from a tree. I almost laughed. Almost.

I walked up to him. "What are you doing?" I glared up at him. "Playing hide-and-seek with your imaginary friend?" I knew full well, though, that his "imaginary friend" was real.

"Fuji's not imaginary! She's real!" I know, idiot. He tried to get out of the tree, but lands flat on his face.

"Sure she is," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I rolled my eyes. "We got another mission." I told him before walking away.

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We stood at the mouth of a cave, where I was definitely in my element. I've been in too many caves to bother counting.

Rin looked scared. "I'm going to-ack!" he grunted as the Mole held him back.

The Mole glared at his brother. "You're not going anywhere." He looked at the rest of us. "Do you know your groups?" I nodded. I was with Suguro, Rin, and Spyro. They were probably the closest guy friends I got since I came to Japan. Suguro was actually impressed that I did well in my regular classes on top of my cram school classes, the only problem being that I could only memorize Jewish and Christian texts. It isn't very hard to become an exorcist with two archangels in your head.

We started in. "How should we do this?" Spyro asked.

I took charge immediately. I knew what this meant. Their safety was in my hands. They trusted me to keep them safe. "Keep a tight formation. Me and Rin are in the front." Seeing their confused looks, I added, "We're the best fighters, since you don't know what the demon is, and therefore, its fatal verse, and you can't draw in this light. Besides, blue-eyed people see better in the dark than brown-eyed people."

We looked for anything suspicious when I heard Shiemi scream. I started towards that direction, when I turned around. Rin and Spyro were gone; the only thing showing they were there was Kurikara, wrapped in red, and Spyro's pen and notepad. They were defenseless. I dropped to my knees in shock. This is what happens when you hesitate to use the power bestowed upon you by the Creator. Suguro said, "Did anyone else hear that scream?" and turned around to see me.

"I tried to save them. They trusted me. They trusted me." I whispered, barely audible.

He awkwardly pats me on the back, a gesture, which under any other circumstances, would be appreciated. Maybe he really cared for me the way I cared for him. "We can't save everyone." He said, but his comfort fell on deaf ears.

"They trusted me and I failed them! A mere shadow lost to a mere shadow." I said. Hopefully he didn't understand that I was the shadow of the angels. You know what you have to do. Michael said. Yes, I replied, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. I shoved Suguro away and ran, hoping that he didn't see my eyes glowing white from the power I was about to use.

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