A/N: here's the new chapter. I don't own Blue Exorcist, the plot, or anything besides Leigh, Charles, and Leigh's new sword.

I sat at the hospital with the rest of the cram school students for a little bit before coming up with some lame excuse and went outside. "DAMMIT!" I yelled. I was about to punch the wall, but I thought better of it. How pathetic and weak am I? I could have taken that thing out in, like, two seconds, if I didn't hold back!

Ryuji was suddenly behind me. "Are you okay? You seemed pretty upset back there."

I turned around, shocked. I guess it was pretty good judgment not to punch the wall. A broken wall would raise a lot of questions, and I did not want that hanging over my head. "I'm fine. It's just that you, Rin, and Spyro all trusted me, and you guys aren't exactly the picture of health. Shouldn't you be back with the others? You took a pretty good beating."

He looked incredulous. "I took a beating? You were stabbed in the freaking stomach! How are you even alive? And how could you fight after that? And what about that freaky angel thing you did?"

I shrugged. "Well, you know, whatever doesn't kill me had better start hauling ass. And like I said, he missed. See?" I pulled up the tank top, where sure enough there wasn't even a scar to show what happened.

He laughed for a little, but then sobered. "What about that angel thing you did, though? Don't tell me I was hallucinating, because you were flying."

Thank God I had an answer for this. "You weren't. Ever hear of an angel sword?" he nodded, unsure of where this was going. "I have one. Watch." I took out my dagger and whispered in Latin, "St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil…" the dagger turned into the golden sword.

His face was priceless. "B-but, very, very few Knights can handle a demon sword, let alone an angel sword. What makes you so special?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. All I know is that this sword chose me."

"Oh. So, do you want to hang out tonight with all the guys?"

I sighed. "Sorry, but I can't. Right after we got out of that cave, my brother called me. He's coming to Japan, and I'm supposed to pick him up."

"So tomorrow after cram school?"

I smiled. "Yeah. I'd like that."

XXXXX

Muki and I were getting ready to pick Charles up at the airport. While I was showering to get the demon blood off of me, she kept asking questions that I only half heard. I was too busy getting the black goop out of my hair. Note to self: exasguination is not the cleanest way to kill a demon. After I finished in the shower, and putting on my clothes which consisted of ripped jeans and fitted bayside t-shirt (Muki commented, "about time you show some curves"), with my hair straightened, I was putting in my earrings (three in each ear), when she asked an incredibly inappropriate question: "Hey Leigh, does your brother have a girlfriend?"
I stabbed myself with the end of the earring "Ow. Dammit." I turned to face her. "I haven't seen my brother in months. Last I checked he has a girlfriend named Kendra. She's really nice, and he's pretty into her."
"Oh." Her face fell.
"Muki. Charles is twenty-four. He is not interested in someone eight years younger than him." I reprimanded.
"Should we make a sign or something? That's what people do in movies."
I shrugged. "Okay. But I have to make it because I can write in English well. At least for a leftie."
She clapped her hands "Oh, yay! This is going to be fun!" she pulled out a tablet of cardboard paper. Where did she get that from?
I looked at her strangely before taking it. I wrote on the front 'Charles Smith, Actuated Medical.' Seeing her face I said, "I have to write something official-looking so we can get in." I turned the paper over and wrote 'Chuck, look over here! Yeah, see the sister!' I sketched a quick shudderbird. Satisfied with the poster, I walked to under my bunk, and pulled out my guitar. Fooling around, I started playing 'Rum is for Drinking, not for Burning' by Senses Fail, and without even realizing it, I was singing. "Sail with me unto the setting sun. the battle has been won, but war has just begun" Before I knew it, Muki was staring at me. "What?" I asked.
"You actually sound good. What was that?"
"A song called Rum is for Drinking, not for Burning. My brother showed me this song. He's even better on the guitar. I'm more of a jack-of-all-trades with instruments. I play guitar, electric bass, piano, flute, saxophone, trumpet, and some violin. I have too much spare time."
"So he plays guitar?"
I nodded. "And sings. My family's really musical." I looked at the clock. "We have to get Rin."
"How do we get there again?"
"Just follow me. I go over there all the time. Where else do you think I go when I'm not with you?"
I think I just heard something I'd rather forget. It sounded an awful lot like "Ryuji's room." Okay, hold the phone. Did she think I was shacking up with Ryuji? Please. After I gave her a glare she said, "the library."

XXXXX
Rin, Muki, and I were at the gate. The plane would be emptying any second now. At the luggage pickup, I saw him. "Chuck!" I yelled. He obviously heard me because he picked up his luggage as fast as he could. It's been so long since I've seen him in person. He still had his ear piercing, but were his arms always so big? Were his abs always so toned looking? I tried to look through his white shirt. He came over.
"Nick!" he wrapped me in a hug. Rin and Muki looked at me showing a display of affection in public. Muki was looking at his arms and abs and gave a low whistle, obviously checking him out. "Long time no see, kiddo!" he said in Japanese. I saw the device in his ear. So that was the latest in translation technology. "Who are they?" he nodded towards Muki and Rin.
"Oh, this is Muki," I pointed at her, "and Rin." I pointed at him.
Muki piped up. "Did you just call Leigh Nick?"
He gave me a look that said, "you didn't tell them?" which I responded to with a shake of my head. He replied, "Oh, you've noticed that my sis is kind of a tomboy, right? It's my way of making fun of her for that. You know, hating dresses, wearing baggy clothes, stealing my basketball shorts, even getting in fights with guys in the football team."
"Which I won." I interjected.
"Yeah. You were a public menace. Any football players would plead for mercy for making fun of band geeks. Guys who looked at her wrong… well, let's just say I don't think they'll be reproducing anytime soon" Rin made a face.
"So," Muki said, "Leigh says that you're a good guitarist and singer."
He made a 'so-so' gesture. "I'm okay, but I left my guitar back home." He looked at his phone. "I have to get to my new apartment. I'll talk to all of you guys later. But first, I was wondering. When I asked for a transfer, my boss said the strangest thing. Are you guys in cram school?" We stopped breathing.
I hit him. Hard. "We will talk about that somewhere else." I hissed.
I dragged them outside. Muki and Rin followed. "How do you know about us?" I asked.
He shrugged. "The medical manufacturer is only a cover. We're the Dragoon laboratory in America. So when I asked for a transfer after last time I called you, my manager looked you up. You could have told me that you were in the cram school, Nick. You could tell me anything."
I sighed. "Okay, tomorrow after work we'll come and explain everything else that happened to us since I enrolled."
He hugged me again and left for his new apartment. After that awkward moment, Muki spoke up. "Oh, my God. He is so hot. Even better than the pictures!" I slapped her in the back of her head for that. "Right. Age difference. Taken. Sorry, Leigh."
Rin looked at me. "You were in fights? A lot? Wow. I don't know why I'm even surprised."

I slap him in the back of the head, too. "You have zero, absolutely zero room to talk about getting in fights, Rin."

"He's still hot," she muttered under her breath.

XXXXX

I was on my way to Charles' place to help him get settled in and get brother/sister time. I knocked on the apartment door. "It's open." I heard his muffled voice in English.

I walked in. "Hey, bro." I started carrying around his dresser.

He laughed a little. "Hey kiddo. Now I know what they mean by us being attached at the hip. I got some stuff for you from home and my workplace."

I put it down. "Really? Early birthday presents? I'm not 17 until September 6."

"Yeah. The birthday presents will have to wait, but consider these 'I'm sorry' gifts. For not believing you about the demons, for drinking, for choosing my friends over you." He took out a huge duffel bag. "Thankfully, exorcist weapons aren't seen by people without temptaints." He pushed it towards me. "Well? Open it."

I did just that. Inside were enough exorcist weapons to make him look like he just robbed the Dragoon Laboratory blind. I took out the first set of weapons. Four sets of throwing knives. "You've got a good arm and perfect aim with those things." I moved them aside to see two pistols. "You were a good shot, even though you don't like using them all that much, and I don't want you to get rusty." I moved those aside to see a dagger. "It has perfect balance, and it's inspired by your love of steampunk. Touch that button at the part where the blade meets the hilt." I pushed it. A tiny knife shot out the opposite direction. "Also, grip the handle really hard." I gripped it. Inside was a tiny canister. "You can put your blood in there to heal any injury." I dug to the bottom, where three items remained. I took out the first. It was a black sword, with red and blue patterns along the sheath. I unsheathed it. It was a perfect black color, with the prayer to St. Michael painted in Latin on each side (one side was written in red, the other in blue). On the hilt was a ruby and a sapphire joined together. That particular stone brought back memories.

We were wandering around the woods and we saw a sapphire and ruby joined together as the same stone, about the size of a baby's fist. It was attached to a silver necklace. "That poor person lost her necklace." 8-year-old me said, looking down at it. I looked at it closer to see that it was the same stone.

16-year-old Charles picked it up. "You know what that stone is? It's a stone that had two halves trapped on the edges of a cave wall, where it was exposed to different elements. Some elements turned that half blue, and some elements turned that half red. They're the same stone, they just look different. And after hundreds of years, they found each other, and stayed together. Just like us, Nick. We could be separated for a long time, but when you come down to it, we're the same at heart and we'll always find each other."

8-year-old me looked at it in wonder, picked it up, and hugged her brother. She grinned. "Do you mean that?" she looked ready to cry.

He hugged her back. "You bet, Nick."

"I love you, big brudder!"

"I love you, too, kiddo."

Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes at the memory. "'We could be separated for a long time, but we'd always find each other'. It's still true, even today."He nodded. I took out the other two items. They were…softball bats. "CHARLES!" I yelled.

He put his hands up. "Hey, how many hobgoblin nests did you take out with slowpitch softball bats?"

"I stopped counting at eight."

"See? Besides, you could spar with that boyfriend of yours."

"Rin's not my boyfriend. He's kind of like another brother."

He put everything back. "You have to get going. You have school tomorrow, and I have a new job."

"Bye, Chuck." I swung the bag on my shoulder. It wasn't very heavy, but it was bulky.

"Bye, Nick." I locked the door behind me.

XXXXX

I was walking back to my dorm, when I saw Serena lit up in red fire. I knew she was a demon, but what she was doing was nothing short of suicide. She was practically sending a flare up to the Vatican. She sheathed it just as the Naberius she was fighting disappeared. "What's going on here?" I asked.

A/N: Please review! I only have like, five, and I want to know what people think of my story. I accept any questions for Leigh.