Well holy shit it's 2am right now but I am happy to say that I have finally finished writing this chapter. If it's any good in your guy' eyes I have no idea.
So yeah a couple warnings: There is non-canon character death. Just so you guys know since I know some people don't like that.
There is also a small hint/mention of the issue of abortion. It is a part that parallels what happens in canon anime!verse with Yuri. Just so you know.
Also this took so long for a couple reasons: I had writers block but then the lovely madtophat on tumblr helped me on my way through. Another reason is I picked up a second job that's from 6am to 10am and by the time I'm home at 10pm after my first job I would usually be pretty tired but I pushed through it!
Also there will be a small A/N at the end of the chapter also that explains things that show up throughout the fic
So yeah I hope I remembered everything I was going to say, please enjoy this fic. Love you guys!
Edit: I knew there was stuff I forgot!
The entire flashback is obviously not canon it is a group of events that I think could have led shirou to be the way he is. I am not going to get mad if you don't think that's how it happened, if anything I would love to hear other people's opinions on it.
Also there is three more chapters, the final chapter will be released on Christmas day and will be the conclusion for this fic. Though I will continue to write other one shots and fics for this pairing.
There will also be a surprise in the last chapter for you guys
Also you can find me on Tumblr at LokiPrinceOfIce and LokiTheIceKing :D
Once all the necessary cleaning was done after breakfast the twins scurried off to his bedroom to do whatever it is they thought they were going to drag him off to do. He could be mischievous and convince them to play hide and seek, which he of course would win. The one thing he was sure about though was he didn't want to go back out in the snow with them again. He wasn't willing to take the chance of them teaming up on him with their cold little hands down the back of his jacket. He went up to his room and sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, deep in thought as to what to do to keep the youngsters entertained. And that was when he thought of it. A koori otoko* festival was in town this week and wondered why he didn't think of it sooner. After a snap of his fingers he was changed into weather appropriate clothing. Not a moment later there was a loud thud against his door, a sign that someone (he assumed it was Rin) tried to run through his door without realizing it was locked. He couldn't help but let a chuckle out as he heard the angry voice shout childlike vicinities. He waited a minute a minute before he decided that he had let Rin stew in his temper and unlocked the door with a click.
It wasn't a moment later that the ruffled boy nearly fell through his doorway from what Mephisto assumed from leaning against the door to try and push it open.
"Why did ya lock the door you big meanie?" the grumpy child exclaimed. There was a red mark where Rin must have hit the door with first before the rest of his body had slammed into the door. Yukio still stood behind Rin in the hallway, the pair looked comical.
"Because it's my room and I didn't want people to just walk in you silly boy!" the demon huffed.
"Also if you are done being angry about things that aren't important what do you think about going down town to the festival since your dad has gone and left you two with me while he's at work." The look of excitement was instantly replaced the look of irritation on Rin's face and a small smiled worked its way onto Yukios. Mephisto cringed internally at saying the word dad. It was still weird to think of Shirou in such a way. Even though it's because of the twins that he and Shirou couldn't be together he couldn't hate them for that. Just like their birth it wasn't their fault. Mephisto still needed to have a serious conversation with Shirou though. It was a long overdue talk and they needed to have it before Mephisto could chicken out.
"Yes!" Rin exclaimed, eyes bright with happiness only a child could possess. Even Yukio had a real smile on his face and not one of his usual solemn ones. He pushed the two to their room where he made sure they picked out clothing that would keep them warm. The situation seemed abnormal to Mephisto since he interacted this way with his other siblings and their father never treated them in such a manner either. Basically lower class demons were given to care for them until each offspring was old enough to do things on its own. To have someone to do things beyond what is absolutely necessary was an odd notion. But it put a smile on his face to see the two run about in excitement. Once he thought them dressed correctly he grabbed his scarf from near the door and away they went.
There were a few slippery spots along the pathway due to old snow freezing underneath the freshly fallen snow. There were a few moments of when the little ones chucked snow at each other before Mephisto gave them a stern look and the two calmed down with the occasional attempt of one trying to push the other over. Soon the sun would be setting and the lanterns that lined the street would glow like faery lights. The demon looked down to see the boys' faces were lit up with pure happiness and excitement, their ears and noses tipped red from the cold. Many stalls were set up along the street sides, the lively chatter of customer and venders added to the cheerful atmosphere.
Once they were surrounded by the crowds Mephisto kept a close look at the two. All he needed was to need to hunt them down before they got hurt. They ran over to the watame stall and looked up at Mephisto expectedly.
"Fine, fine, fine but if I do this then you must listen to me the entire time we're here. Got that?" They nodded their heads in quick agreement. The older demon went up to the stall and ordered three.
"The total will be 243.78 yen**" Mephisto handed over the money and gave his brothers their sweets. It felt odd but just the simple gestures of family activity warmed the king of times heart.
"Now be good, or I won't take you anywhere again." The warning was stern but had a light undertone to it. They just seemed so happy he didn't want to ruin the fun.
"Let's go, let's go!" Rin's antics caused genuine laughter and a smile from Yukio. They continued down the street, the festival a few blocks long. Many of the stalls were selling Yakisoba, (which of course Mephisto had to buy some. Yum!) Ikayaki, Karumeyaki, (which he refused to buy the boys any of that, they were hyper enough) and Taiyaki. There were also a few games which included a ring toss for stuffed toys. He let the boys try a few times (and maybe used his magic a little to help them along) and by their last try they both had acquired two small toys. It had been a couple hours since they had arrived and it was due time for them to head home. As they reached the monastery fluffy snow started to fall. There were a few minutes where they all danced in the snow before they headed in.
"Now, now you need to undress your snow gear here at the door. You won't be tracking water through cause I'm not going to clean it up!" Soon coats, scarves, and mittens were being shed into a pile. The brothers of the monastery seemed to have already started dinner and a couple of them brought towels over and made sure the two little ones were dried off before they scampered off to the kitchen to help. He looked over and saw Shirou in the living room with paper work spread out over the table. He was still in his exorcist robes so Mephisto knew he hadn't been home long. He quietly walked over to the couch and sat down, keeping his silence as he watched over Shirou write out reports.
It occurred to him that something was up when the silence was held after Mephisto sat down next to him. Usually the principle would be loud and pushy to see what he was doing. He continued his work and acted like the other wasn't there in hopes he would get up and leave. He really didn't want to have the conversation that was looming somewhere in the future. He wasn't sure if he was ready to dig into old memories. And honestly he was scared. Hard to believe that he would be scared of something like this, how he used to be one of the Vatican's most brutal exorcist. And now faced with old emotions he cowered away like a small child. He gave a small jump as he felt a gloved hand cover his and he looked over.
"Shirou." It was said in a voice barely over a whisper, his old lovers brows brought together in sadness? Or was it pain and maybe regret? All the priest knew was it couldn't be avoided now, that this conversation was here and not leaving. He looked through the entry way to be sure they weren't going to be overheard. He turned back around and really looked at Mephisto. He looked older, not much and not enough that anyone else would notice. Shirou noticed for he once had ever bit of Mephisto memorized from their times of always being by each other.
"We should at least talk things over. Don't you remember how all this started, how we managed to pull this off and stay together?" There was a tremble in Mephistos voice, as if he feared Shirou was just going to say that he didn't remember, that none of it really mattered.
"Yes, I remember."
It was back when Shirou had just joined the student body of True Cross Academy. He was fourteen. The priests and nuns were glad too for Shirou was cocky and tended to act out at the other children. Though they sent him off with the hopes that with an education and strict rules with stern teachers would straighten the boy out.
No one knew where Shirou had come from; he had been left on the steps of the abbey to be found by one of the nuns. They gave him the name Shirou for his blonde, almost white hair. Growing up was tough for him even with the nuns treating him well. A lot of the times the other kids would pick at him because he has light hair while the rest of the children had brown or black. As he grew older he became bitter of people as he watched as all the other children were picked by parents to go to loving homes. As he got older it became harder to control him. He would lash out at everyone around him. By the time he was ten the nuns where at the point where they didn't know what to do anymore. They did everything that was possible to try and make him feel welcome but it just didn't work.
Then one day the even that was to change Shirous life happened. He was out front of the monastery sweeping as punishment for breaking some of the other kids' toys. He remembers, it was two weeks after his thirteenth birthday. He was bored out of his mind until he heard a scream. He looked back at the church behind him to see if anyone else had heard it. When no one came running he dropped the broom to go check it out. He ran out and around the street corner to see a woman there. She was being attacked but the thing was he couldn't see anything there, but it was obviously there was an attack. She had blood all over her blouse and when she ran she limped. He gave no thought as to what was really going on and chased in the direction she was running to see if the culprit was still nearby.
It was then that something slammed into him, the force knocking all the air out of him as he hit the ground. A heavy weight on top of him proved that there was something there, but he had no clue. Not until there was a sharp pain as claws pierced through his side and suddenly there was a terrible stench and a grotesque dog like creature stood above him. Its face was nearly hallowed out; whatever of its flesh was left was in shreds. It dug its claws in deeper and Shirou screamed out in pain. He had no clue on how to defend himself since any part where one would usually grab looked like it was almost rotted off this creatures' body. It was getting harder to breathe and then suddenly the weight was lifted and a robed man had thrown the monster off of him a good distance. Then there was gun fire and the zombie dog violently twitched before it fell to the ground. Shirou tried to roll over to get a better look at whatever attacked him but the searing pain in his side made him cringe and he stopped. The man in what looked like some sort of priests robe came over and gently pressed onto the wound. Shirou hissed out in pain and the man grimaced.
"I'm going to have to peel away at your shirt to get a better look." His voice was serious but with an underlying tone of concern. He started to pull away at the bits of fabric until the wound was in clear view. It hadn't gone deep enough to where it would damage anything organs but it had messed up the muscles in his side pretty bad. The man had brought forth bandages and other medical supply from what Shirou assumed was a bag out of his sight. He flinched as medicine was applied to the gashes as the man quietly worked. Once everything was bandaged up Shirou asked one of the many questions he had in mind.
"What was that thing?" It was a simple question and he hoped for a straight answer. Whatever that was it obviously not normal. Even at the age of thirteen he knew that, but the robed man continued the rest of his examination before he stood and packed up his things. He rummaged through his satchel before he produced a syringe and with a quick movement of his arm the needle was jabbed into Shirous arm.
"Sorry kid but it's procedure." Already the all the sounds around him wavered and were unclear. He didn't even get the chance to say anymore before he was swooped up off the ground and carried back to the church. The nuns were there in the courtyard and when Shirou was in sight the charged like a group of hens and surrounded the unknown man. The entirety of the conversation was broken up into bits and pieces in Shirous ears.
"He seemed to have… hit by a car… did all I could with…doesn't look like too much damage." Lies that left the strangers mouth and the nuns ate it all up with worried whispers.
"Boy never listens… playing in the street, tsk tsk… lets get him to bed… thank you so much, sir…"And that was the last thing the boy had heard before he passed out into a deep slumber.
He was awoken by the loud slide of the window being opened. He sat up slowly and saw that he was in one of the sick rooms. He took a shallow breath to see if there would be any searing pain but what surprised him was there was only a dull throb beneath the bandages.
"Ye should count yourself lucky boy. Running about and gettin hit by a car. Haven't we taught you better?" It was Sister Tabatha who had come over from Ireland to Japan and had become one of the orphanages care takers. She was strict when needed but she genuinely cared about them.
"Ye also lucky that man was there to help ye. Probably would 'ave died there. I will be gettin' your breakfast now, so sit put." She left him there, the cool breeze coming through the window. He kicked off the blankets he has been tucked into and stretched. The pain he thought was going to be there didn't appear; instead it just felt like the muscles were sore. Whatever that man had done made him weary and the fact he lied about what had happened. A person couldn't heal up that fast, not a wound from what looked like a dead dog.
It was then that he smelt an earthy smell and looked up. There in his window was a small green creature with claws, horns, and a tail. Shirou tensed, ready to jump up and run for help. But the monster seemed calm and no hints of it wanting to attack. It jumped down to the floor and waddled over to the side of the bed. The young boy made sure to keep all body parts away from the edge of the bed just in case this thing decided it wanted a snack. He watched it until he realized that it wasn't the only one in the room. What looked like small coal dust motes floated throughout the air. He found that he could move them around with a quick huff of breath. They seemed harmless enough so he poked one. It disappeared in a poof of smoke and it made Shirou jump. He wasn't sure if he had hit his head and that maybe he really had just been hit by a car and he imagined everything. But this was one extreme hallucination if he was seeing, smelling, and touching these things. He didn't have any more time to think about it before Sister Tabatha came back into the room with a tray the held a plate of tamagoyaki. Okay so maybe there was perks of this situation. It wasn't often that kids got individual meals since they tried to give everyone the same thing and amount so it would be fair to all the kids. She went about the room and made sure things were tidy but the weird thing was she wasn't reacting to the creatures in the room which raised worry in Shirous mind. Maybe he was damaged or even crazy. Because if she couldn't see them then they mustn't be real right? Unless he was different? A freak, another thing to add to the list that other people didn't like about him. She soon left the room saying she would be back later for his dishes.
Soon almost a year passed by. Shirou had never said anything about those weird things that he saw. For the most part they were harmless and the most they would do is play small tricks. Shirou still lashed out at people but now it was for a different reason. He could see things they couldn't, he was different beyond what they understood. And for that he was angry. He could never make these things go away. He knew it wasn't their fault but it didn't stop him from being angry at them.
One day a letter arrived with an invitation. The words True Cross Academy was written across the envelope in curvy letters. It had already been opened and read by the nuns but they had given it to him.
"We can't make you go but it can be a big opportunity for you." As Shirou read through all the pamphlets that they had somehow shoved into this one envelope. He handed it back to one of the Sisters.
"I will think about it." This could be a good chance for him. Maybe he could find others like him or maybe try and make friends? Though it was a scary thought. As many times as he thought of just running away, actually leaving the abbey was scary. To go to a place he wasn't familiar with for long periods of time. As much attitude and bravado he shows off he's still a kid, one that feels betrayed and lonely because he never knew who his parents were, or why they left him. As days go on by and the other kids get adopted he's left here to watch after the new arrivals.
He went up to his room and threw himself onto his corner bed. He sighed and just laid there. Did he really want to leave the place he's lived the last fourteen years?
He jerked awake to find that someone had tucked him under the blankets, which had meant he had fallen asleep without meaning to. He rolled over and came face to face with one of the younger kids, some girl he didn't know the name of.
"What do you want kid?" His tone was meant to scorn and push away, a glare along with it. What came as a surprise it did not deter the girl at all, she just puffed her cheeks up and stuck her tongue out.
"Don't be so mean and maybe you would have friends you jerk." It was the first time any of the others had actually stood up to him.
"Anyway Sister Tabatha wants to talk to you." She turned on her heals and stalked off, signs of irritation in her step.
"Weird ass girl…" He rolled out of bed and went to where the nuns congregated in the morning. He knocked before he heard an answer confirming that he could enter. They all sat together around their table and looked at him expectedly.
"So boy, did ye decide what ye wanted?" Sister Tabatha asked. Her face was open, there was no hidden intent there. He didn't know about the other Sisters but he knew Sister Tabatha actually cared about what he thought.
"Yeah, I want to go." There those simple words. At the time he didn't think they were the decision that would change his life forever.
It would be a few months before the new school year would start. The experience was definitely a different one. All the other children were curious, quite a few came up and asked if he was really leaving. The priest had even made an announcement about Shirou going during the next Sunday mass. Everyone was excited for him, but under the surface the teen still felt unease. The time soon passed and it was time for him to leave the abbey. All the nuns promised they would try to write at least once every couple weeks. A couple even cried, which surprised Shirou a lot since he had thought most of them hated him. He was dropped off at the train station and he was on his way. He had never even left this town to visit other places, it was hard to imagine he was going to live in another place where the kids would be around his age.
It was about half a day's ride there. Shirou was too nervous to even try and sleep. He didn't really understand why he felt nervous, it was just new people right? Nothing he should worry about. The scenery on the way outside the window was beautiful though. The ride went smoothly and arrived right as the sun started to set. With only having to carry a single suitcase since they sent the small amount of belongings he did have to the school a couple days before he had departed Shirou set off from the train station towards the school. He could see kids with their parents walk the same direction he was going. His chest clenched as he thought about how he would never have parents that would be there for school activities, or hug him goodbye. There was a burning sensation at the back of his eyes and he stopped to press his hands against his face to stop any tears from falling. He wasn't a wimpy ass kid, crying was acceptable. He squared his shoulders and continued to his destination. There was a pile where the students would leave their luggage to be taken up to their dorm rooms while they were in the opening ceremonies.
The campus was huge and if it wasn't for the fact there was a large group of people to follow Shirou would have gotten lost. All the first years were led into one area and once everyone was situated an older man stood at a pedestal and droned on with his speech. It was something to be expected of any school speech; these are the rules, dress code, and blah blah blah blah. Shirou didn't really listen to him and by the when it was time to finally leave he was half asleep. Everyone made their way back to the dorms and by the time he made it to the room he was staying in his roommate was already there. The boy was about five foot five, had light brown hair, and was of average build but still had some slight baby fat. When he turned around Shirou was in for a surprise. His roommate had light skin and grey eyes. Shirou could immediately tell that this boy was half American, half Japanese and because of that he had a feeling that they could be friends due to the fact they could bond over not looking like the average Japanese person.
"Hello, my name is Ken Sato." He stuck his hand out in gesture of welcome and Shirou took it.
"My name is Shirou Fujimoto. It's nice to meet ya." They then launched into conversation about small things in their lives and soon it was like they had been friends for years. They talked until it was time for sleep. Once in bed Shirou laid their and couldn't help but smile to himself. So this decision has been a good one so far. He was glad he made it.
And so it began. Shirou got used to having to get up early for classes but he found that he actually liked it here. He had fun and through Ken he was able to make a small group of friends. As weeks went by Shirou settled into school life. Of course he would occasionally skip class or get into "debates" with the teachers that would get him sent to the office but since arriving he felt like he fit in a bit more and he wasn't so angry all the time.
He came to find that he was actually good at most of his studies, even enjoyed a few. With whatever he didn't understand his friends were happy to help.
As promised every couple weeks a letter came from the abbey to ask how he was doing. They were happy to hear of his progress in both his studies and his social interactions. There were even a few letters from the other kids which had really surprised him, alongside with some of the care packages that would come occasionally.
It seemed here he didn't see the weird creatures. So many it had been stress and his accident that caused those things? And the smells and such were just things his mind had made up to make things connect. With that being the case it put Shirous mind at rest.
It was a couple weeks later that it happened. The one moment that would change everything from the nice, peaceful life Shirou had built around him at school that would lead down the path to becoming an exorcist.
The fall weather was then coming to an end and winter was sweeping its way into their school. The town itself was holding fall festivals which most of the students would go down to after classes would let out. Who wouldn't when it's the only time the school would let you out after bed hours without punishment. It was Ken, Shirou, and a few others of their friends were trying to win a koi fish instead of the small goldfish that were a lot easier to win. They were having a lot of fun just joking around and teasing each other about how bad they were at the game. There was laughter, the sound of dogs barking, and the chatter of all the people all around but it still wasn't loud enough to cover up the horrifying sound of something roaring. No one else started to panic but Shirou knew for sure that he had heard something. He broke away from the group without saying anything. He really didn't want them to think he was crazy if he would ask if they had heard anything.
He made it to the edges of the tents when he saw it. It was giant and seemed to have multiple heads. Just like the creepy dog it looked like it was made of decay. But no one else was panicking, which freaked Shirou out because he just couldn't go up to someone and say there's some weird monster less than fifty feet away. No one would believe him because they couldn't see it. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to find the worried face of Ken.
"Why'd ya run off Shirou?" Shirou couldn't tell him the truth, which hurt because he's never lied to any of his friends about anything.
"I thought I saw someone I knew, but I guess not." He hoped that his best friend couldn't tell he was lying because he felt terrible enough and being caught in a lie would make it a lot worse.
"Oh! Why didn't you just say so! I could help ya find them!" Shirou had been watching as the creature moved along the edges of the crowd when he accidently made eye contact with it. The thing lurched forward and seemed to break some kind of barrier and the power lines went down. With the electricity out everyone started to scream. Shirous heart was pounding in his chest as he started to run and shout.
"This way!" He grasped at Kens elbow and pulled him through the dispersing crowd. There were people freaking out everywhere as stalls are pushed out of the way by the monster. They were running as fast as they could with Ken asking about what was happening. People were tripping all over the place to just get out of the area and then it happens. Shirou feels his grip on Kens arm slip, he hears the thud as his friend falls and suddenly everything slowed down. He could feel his heart beat race in his ears, the blood pumping through him, fear laced every thought. He turned around as fast as he could but it was too late, whatever that thing was had caught up, it's large hand grabbed Kens body and crushed down. A scream ripped itself from Shirou as he started to grab whatever was near him and throw it at the monster. It hit it in what he assumed was its face and lifted both its arms to stop the debris from lodging in its skin.
Soon guns were going off and the beast flinched. What looked like a bomb was thrown in amongst the bullets and Shirou panicked. He drove in to pull Ken away from the gun fight and he was relieved to see that he was still breathing even if barely so. Whatever was in that grenade was liquid and when it hit the creature it screamed in pain as its skin started to melt off. More guns were fired and this monster that had destroyed so much fell and melted down to nothing.
Men and women in black coats swarmed in and immediately Shirou recognized those black coats. It was the same black coat that man wore over a year ago. The man that fixed his wounds after his "car crash". The area was now flooded with them. They were helping people out from underneath fallen stalls. He looked down at Ken. His body was covered in blood. He heard someone approach and looked up and surprise filled his face. It was that man, the one who was there on that day over a year ago. He didn't know what had come over him. One moment he was down on the ground next to Ken and the next he was standing, his fist colliding with this strangers jaw. The man swore as he rubbed where he got hit, other robe clad people restrained Shirou.
"What was that for you little punk? We just saved your life." Tired eyes looked down at Shirou and the boy knew he shouldn't be angry at this person, someone he didn't even know the name of.
"Why didn't you tell me!? Last year after I was attacked by that THING! I started to see weird monsters and I had no idea what was going on, you just took me back to the church and LIED!" All the fear and anger that had built up over the last year just let out in those words. A moment of confusion crosses the man's eyes before there was recognition. The others let him go so they could pick up Ken onto a stretcher. Shirou gave one last silent glance before he followed the group of people carrying his friend to an ambulance.
Ken Sato was later pronounced dead from a crushed lung and internal bleeding. The doctors gave their apologize, saying they did everything that they thought would save him. After he was told the news he became silent. He wouldn't eat or drink anything and a silent rage started to build from within.
It rained on the day of the funeral, but that didn't stop the large groups of people that showed up for it. It had to been at least a couple hundred people. He would learn that day the people who had taken down the creature were exorcists. They gave their condolences and an offer. They said there's a school for people who wish to fight these creatures, these demons and to protect people. It only took Shirou a few moments to consider the decision before he said yes. They gave him an envelope with all the information that he would need. They soon departed but Shirou stood there in the rain next to the newly made grave plot. He bowed his head and he prayed. It had been a really long time since he had prayed but there in that spot he swore to God himself that he wouldn't let Kens death be in vain.
He started the exorcist classes the next day along with his normal classes. The special key they had given him led into a spacious hallway with many arched windows. He went down the hall until he found the classroom that was to hold intro to demonology. When he walked in there was a few other students but no teacher. He was a good ten minutes early before the class was to start. He sat down the furthest away from the other students and none of them approached him in any kind of welcome.
'Good,' he thought. He really didn't want to deal with people, or at least not yet. Even his friends from True Cross understood only partly. They didn't see the terrible fiend that had crushed Ken, they didn't feel the guilt that sat in his heart because he wasn't able to save him.
A short stocky man with shaven hair was their teacher for demonology class. It started out as any other class would that was mostly text book reading and Shirou didn't mind. It was a distraction and he welcomed that. They soon moved on to their next class which was to see if they would fit in the tamer meister category. Each student was given a slip of paper with a summoning circle on it and were told to speak the first words that came to mind while they pressed blood upon the paper. Two students went before Shirou did and only one of them was able to summon a salamander with flames that flickered across it's body about the size of a dog. It was then Shirous turn and he honestly couldn't tell anyone where the words had come from at all.
"I call upon you in my time of need for I need your trust and loyalty to help me fight this battle." There was a flash of light and there appeared to be what looked like a cat, except for the fact it had two tails and a set of horns upon its head. It stared up at him, its wild green eyes unblinking. But Shirou held his ground and kept the demons gaze. The whole room was still to see if the demon would attack or not. It took a step forward and the tension grew in the air until it approached Shirou and started to rub its head against his leg.
"It seems you have summoned a Sith familiar, congratulations!" Everyone turned to face the classrooms newly acquired quest. There stood a tall man, probably over six feet tall with obnoxious pink tights, puffed up shorts, waist coat, top hat, and to finish off the offensive outfit a cape. The first thing through Shirous mind was that this man looked like a clown and it creeped him out.
"Professor Faust! It is good to see you." Shirou seemed to be the only one shocked that this absurd man could be the teacher of anything. And before he knew what he was saying it had already left his mouth.
"You look like a clown." There were gasps from the other students and the teacher, maybe a few supressed giggles mixed in the bunch. The tall man turned to him and did the one thing he didn't expect. He laughed. Who in their right mind laughs after someone insults them. A huge grin spread across his face, his eyes lit up.
"And you must be the infamous Shirou Fujimoto, the boy who punched one of the rescue squad exorcists." Shirous ears flushed red in anger and embarrassment as that night was brought back up. The rest of the class didn't need to know why he did such.
"What's it to you?" This guy was pissing him off. Instead of getting the answer he asked for the conversation was steered elsewhere. The demon he had summoned had now curled itself around one of his legs.
"You are lucky to have summoned such a familiar as this. They are loyal and quite powerful, yet they can also be quite gentle and comforting in a person's time of need." The bright green eyes that watched him as Faust spoke were eerie and made Shirou uncomfortable .It was then that Faust leaned over and patted Shirou on the head and the boy flinched back.
"Be good now, I don't think any more reports of you beating on the teachers or exorcists." With that statement the odd teacher turned on his heel and with the swish of that gaudy cloak left the classroom. He turned around and everyone was staring at him with round eyes.
'Great,' he thought. Now they probably think he's some crazy kid. They finished up the class with only one other person being able to summon, which turned out to be a little plant man. He had decided to not rip up his summoning circle and to allow his new familiar to walk with him to the rest of his classes and then back to his dorm. Though he had no idea what its name was only that it was a Sith demon. That night as got ready for bed he thought about all of what happened today. So much was hidden within a thin veil, between Assiah and Gehenna.
When he later learned that Faust was somehow the teacher for the physical education aspect of the cram school he nearly fell over in laughter. That stick figure of a clown as a P.E. teacher? Ha! He later regret this assumption when after a week or so of class they started to learn to spar and he found that the man's body had a lot more force behind his punches and kicks than what was shown muscle wise.
As weeks turned to months Shirou continued his double life, hiding the side filled with nightmarish creatures from his friends of the human world. Though he eventually locked himself away in his room most of the time for his studies. He had no distractions for he had requested that his spot for a roommate be left open. It would just feel wrong to replace all of where Ken's belongings used to lay. What he lacked in intelligence he made up with determination, keeping in mind the promise he had made to the Holy Father on the day of Kens funeral. He would stop something like that from happening again.
He lived his life this way from now on. The months would pass and he would better himself in any way possible for all his classes. His teachers' praises did not matter to him, only thing he cared about was his goal.
Weirdly enough he seemed to keep running into that Faust all over the place as time went on. It was if he would follow him around, which seemed impossible because Shirou knows the man was sent on missions quite often by the Vatican.
Soon a year of school had passed, all the students who had joined the cram school had become Exwires and were on their way to becoming exorcists. Shirou had reached second in his class under one of the female students.
Summer passed without much incident. The younger kids were actually excited to see him home along with all the nuns. They threw a small welcoming party and even though Shirou appreciated it the entire situation was still a little odd. He was amongst normal people, people who didn't see demons or know they existed, those who were unaware of the invisible war going on right in their backyard. Of course when they asked all about how school was he had to use half-truths to conceal the lessons they could never know about.
He was now fifth teen and he discovered something amazing: girls. Especially the ones that wore the short skirts and tight blouses. The nuns would give him a look and a tsk whenever they found him talking to some girl or another at the front gate. He would give the girls a sheepish smile before he had to run off and do what the nuns had told him to do before he gotten distracted.
That didn't mean he stopped his studies. At night he would still scour over his demonology books and practice his aria chants, he would sneak out at night to practice fighting with a sword, he let his familiar roam freely since it followed his commands and was docile unless in battle against another demon. Guns on the other hand were things he was not able to practice but he had a good aim so he was good on that. He still wasn't really sure what he wanted to be a meister in. He knew he could choose two but he felt like knowing all five categories was something every exorcist should know. Always have a back-up plan in case one form of weapon wasn't working.
The rest of the summer continued to be secret training of exorcist skills, chasing after skirts, and the silly chores the nuns thought were necessary. And soon his second year of high school arrived and everyone was bustling about the campus again. Old friends who hadn't been able to see each other embraced in giant groups. When Shirou finally found his friends he noticed that every single one of them had a growth spurt. He himself had grown at least a couple inches. What they all noticed was how all the girls had filled out in their school uniforms and being the immature teenage boys they were they whistled as they all walked by. Some of the girls waved with a bounce in their step while the others hid behind hands and grumbled about how stupid boys were. The groups of students started to disperse as the time for classes ticked closer. Shirou was on his way to his when he felt something run into his legs. He looked down and there was a white shaggy dog with a pink bow with white polka dots tied around its neck. What looked like a letter was in his mouth.
"What the hell?" Shirou questioned aloud. The dog nudged at his foot again. The teen furrowed his brows.
"What? You want me to take the letter?" The canine gave a nod of his head and Shirou bent down and took the letter from the dog's mouth. It had ridiculous curly hand writing on the front that he could barely recognize as his own name. He looked back down to try and figured out why a dog had brought him a letter but the small animal had disappeared. The letter would have to wait until after his class because he was going to be late for maths.
He was fidgety throughout the class and nearly ran out of the room to open the envelope. Inside was a single piece of paper that said the following:
Dear Shirou,
I hope you enjoyed your summer. But now it is time for business. You have passed your Exwires training and exam, you now must start the next steps to becoming an exorcist. It seems the cram school has taken a special interest in you and have assigned me to help further your education and skills. It is not often the school does this, so feel honoured. Once your day classes are finished meet me at the cram school in room 651 for the start of your lessons. See you soon!
Sincerely Johan Faust the Fifth
Special training? With Faust? He stared down at the paper in disbelief. Another question is why did the school want to put him through special training? He wasn't even the best in his classes, he just worked a bit harder to keep up with the better students. Or was this some sort of cruel joke being pulled by Faust. No matter what way he looked it the situation it was going to be weird.
He anxiously made his way through the rest of the classes that day, stuck between curiosity as to what they wanted him to do differently than the other students and scared as to what Faust was planning to do for training. Once his classes were finished he rushed to find a door to use the magic key to the cram school. Safely through the door he made his way down the hall he looked for the room.
"Okay… 645… 647…649…651. Alright let's do this." He had stopped in front of the door but hesitated. He didn't know what to expect and after all the things he had learned about and fought against going through a door into a classroom frightened him pretty bad at the moment. Before he could chicken out and run Faust was there in the open doorway towering over him. That creepy grin was plastered across his face.
"You weren't going to leave before we got started, were you?" Shirou never really got used to how creepy Faust was sometimes. There was something that was just off about the man and it wasn't just those wacky clothes he would wear. But today he seemed to be dressed somewhat normal suit. Still all white but no cape, top hat, or terrible stripped stockings. Without the odd clothing it was now easier to see that the teacher was extremely slender and a hair colour that would stand out in any crowd, especially that curl. He also noticed the man always looked like he never slept but he is always attentive to everything around him.
"Pffhhhttt, no I don't run from challenges." This pulled a laugh out of the tall man, his face bunched up in laughter lines.
"Only difference in you in seems is your height. You're still cocky as ever. Self-confidence can be a good thing and a bad thing. Too much of it causes a person to underestimate the strength of his enemies, while too little causes hesitation and will get you or your teammates killed. But just enough serves its purpose and you are able to do things without too much fear in your step." At this point the teacher had leaned up against the desk and looked at Shirou expectedly as if the teen was supposed to have a response to his speech. There were a few moments of silence where P.E. instructor stared at him intently before he suddenly disappeared and a shock of pain exploded from his side. The purple haired man reappeared beside him that smirk on his face again.
"Rule number one: Always pay attention to your surroundings, even if you are in a situation where you are familiar with the people and location you should always be aware. You may never know if there may be a traitor amongst your group. You must learn to never really trust anyone." Cinnamon coloured eyes glared up into green ones as he grasped his side.
"Then why should I trust you?" He could hardly believe that they would hire this man as a teacher, what he did was uncalled for.
"Good boy, already learning." Faust walked a few feet before he plopped down onto one of the desks.
"And something you should know Johann Faust V is not my real name. The information I am about to tell you is known by very few, but for these lessons to work you must trust me a little so I'll give you this. The name is Mephisto Pheles." He gave a little bow and a flourish of his hand with his reintroduction.
"Though this is information that I must ask you not to spread, jå?" Shirou gave a short nod though how could he trust someone that was basically lying to almost everyone just about something as simple as his name. What else would he be hiding?
"Second rule: Always carry a weapon of some sorts. Even if it's some puny little knife you children tend to carry around, though an exorcist's weapon would be more efficient. Memorize your verses; carry a sword or gun that is easy to access. Of course a bit of medical training would be helpful also. Understand?" Shirou nodded again before Mephisto clapped his hands together and smiled.
"Now we continue training outside!" His teacher pulled out a key and slipped it within the lock of the door and when it swung open an open field that Shirou knew was nowhere on or near the school grounds.
"This is where all your training will be done. You will not be able to access this area without me for it is quite a distance from the school and I'm not giving you my key." With one of those creepy chuckles Mephisto turned to Shirou.
"So Fujimoto, are you ready?" They trained as the afternoon went and only went back through the shack door to return to the school after the sun had set. Mephisto barely looked like he was touched, his white suit clean of any stains while Shirou looked like he has been dragged to hell and back. He was soaked with sweat and he could feel bruises forming where he had taken hits, he hurt from head to toe.
"You will get used to it. In real battle there is no time out to rest; one must keep going for it's a difference between life and death." The training went on for another couple months, eventually Shirou went home with less and less bruises. His aim with a gun improved, his stance with a sword solid, the memorization of holy scripture as easy as breathing. He would even train with Daisuke***, his familiar, in his fights against Mephisto. After training one day Shirou just had to ask.
"Why was I the only one chosen for this?" There had been other great students who did better than he in his classes, so why choose him? Mephisto didn't even look over at him when he answered.
"Because you were the only student that looked like you could excel in all your studies. Yes, there were other students who did better than you in specific classes, but you seemed to be the only one that if given the proper training could better themselves in everything they did. The other students will be able to rise in ranks for their specific talent, though you have a chance to do so in all aspects of being an exorcist. But only with the training you have been receiving is that possible, for if you had continued to study with the others you wouldn't be able to do what you can now. Even you must admit without a push from someone else you can be a lazy boy." There was that smirk on Mephistos face again, the looked he got when he found something amusing that only he knew about. They walked the rest of the way in silence and went their separate ways when the time came. Shirou continued to think about what Mephisto had said as he readied himself for bed.
The training went on for months, soon Shirou was integrated into actual missions where he was taught about team work. At this point in time Shirou had learned to work with people but to not give 100 percent of his trust. He remembered those first few beginning lessons and hearing stories of exorcists who go rouge and try to use demons to gain power.
As time went on, Shirou became an exorcist and slowly started to rise in rank amongst the others. By age eighteen he had become a meister in aria, dragoon, and tamer. It was considered unusual for an exorcist to have more than two meisters but Shirou was good enough at what he did no one questioned it.
A sort of friend ship had formed between Shirou and Mephisto over the three years of training which raised questions from other exorcists.
"How do you even befriend a guy like that?"… "He has never had friends before so how did you do it?"… "Isn't it weird that your friends with a guy that dresses like that?" All questions that really didn't have answers, all he knew it had just happened, snuck up on him like shadows at dawn. It was quite frequent that they went on missions together because they knew each other's fighting skills well. He had left behind True Cross Academy and entered the dangerous world of fighting demons, most of the time alone unless the orders specifically said it was a team effort.
As time passed Shirou started to notice his sight wasn't as strong as it was when he was younger. He grumbled about having to go to an eye medic to get glasses, two weeks later he wore circle lenses and even though he didn't like having to wear them he didn't complain.
The first time he picked up a pack of smokes he was twenty and Mephisto have given him a disapproving look. Shirou had teased him about it asking if he was getting a soft spot for him but the older exorcist claimed it was because they smelt terrible and that were bad for one's health. Another year passed and Shirou had mastered Medic and Knight, completing all meisters. The fact it had never been done before attracted the praise of many people, but Shirou wasn't one to accept it. He hadn't forgotten the reason he started out as an exorcist. It wasn't as painful was it was six years ago but he still prayed to God asking if Ken was being taken care of and once a year stopped at Kens grave to have a few words with him and leave flowers. Mephisto never asked to go along with him on those days because he knew Shirou would have wanted to go by himself.
The day that would make another huge impact on his life soon arrived. Shirous twenty first birthday had passed about a month before and things had settled down again into its normal routine. It had been a while back that Shirou had discovered that Mephisto had lived on campus of the school unlike a lot of the teachers who had houses elsewhere. Shirou really hated filling out the reports for missions so he usually would try and get Mephisto to do it so he had gone over to his house to pester him about it when he walked in on a scene that made him go through several emotions within a ten second period.
There was Mephisto it what looked like his underwear and without meaning to he took in everything about his body. Porcelain, hairless skin with lean muscles, and then a tail, the first set of emotion caused Shirous face to turn bright pink. But then there was a anger building within his chest as he stared at that tail, and Mephisto stared back in shock that Shirou was standing there in the doorway.
"Shirou, I know what you may be thinking but you mustn't freak out. I can explain." There was no fear in his voice or eyes, Shirou couldn't really tell what Mephisto was feeling at that moment but he did know that he himself felt anger… betrayal. This man… no this demon had been lying to him this whole.
"You lied to me." Shirous voice did not shake but beneath there was an anger that had never entered the young man's voice before, not even when Ken had died. This person he thought he could trust was just probably a false persona. For the first time in years he had no idea what to do.
"The Vatican knows, Shirou I'm on the exorcist's side. This I swear, and you know that when a demon swears to something they mean it. You know this. Do you think after all these years of fighting to protect humans I would betray you?" Emotions battled inside Shirou as he listened to Mephisto. If what the demon said was true… but wait he was a demon and demons were tricksters.
"I don't know if I can trust you anymore. Not only are you something that I despise, you lied to me for years." Shirou turned and ran out the door and didn't see the broken look upon Mephistos face. Shirou avoided Mephisto for months and only when the Vatican paired him up with the demon for missions did they see each other, though that weird dog would show up where he was staying at least once a week to follow him around. When they were on missions Shirou was completely serious about everything, only speaking when words were needed and once the mission was complete and the paperwork done he would leave right away. Mephisto never tried to initiate conversation about that day in his home. He knew it would bring up bitter anger and pain. Shirou noticed now that Mephisto tended to let his tail out more often though it wasn't far from his body as if he feared someone would grab it. The young man didn't know if Mephisto did this to anger him for some stupid reason or that now the cat was out of the bag he just felt more comfortable with letting it out of hiding. It had almost a year since the coming out incident and they were on a mission to find a carnivorous plant demon that had taken over a small village. It had taken plant in the centre of the village so the simple solution to kill it was to burn the building its body was in and the roots would shrivel up along with it. Thing is things in life are never simple. The demon had taken a hostage so that means they would have to go in and save the women it had taken first. Shirou summoned Daisuke to help them fight off any plant tendrils it may grow during the fight. A good hour later they finally managed to pull the women out and hand her over to her family before throwing some holy water on it and then setting the house on fire. The town was so grateful they insisted that the two exorcists stay the night and join them in a small feast of celebration. They were so excited and anything that delays having to do paperwork was a great idea to Shirou. The excitement of everyone around him was something he hadn't seen in a long while since a lot of the exorcists seemed to look solemn most of the time. The two were offered a room to stay in for the night and the two graciously accepted.
The awkward thing was there was only one bed, meaning they would have to share. Shirou found out a couple things that night: One, Mephisto spent way too much time to get ready for bed and Shirou knew the others sleeping schedule and the fact he didn't sleep much at all. He told him point blank that if he thought of staying up late and keeping him from sleeping then he should think again. Second thing he learned that night: Don't EVER pull on a demons tail. It obviously makes them irritated which he learned after he gave into the temptation as Mephisto readied himself in polka dot pjs. A slap across the face and a glare later Shirou ended up sleeping on the ground with a pillow and blanket. That was the moment where things sorta went back to the way it was before. Shirou still felt betrayed because Mephisto didn't tell him the truth. They slowly made their way back into the routine where Shirou was a snarky asshole and Mephisto talked like he knew more than he was letting on. Except there was one difference between then and now: Shirou had started to develop something for Mephisto. He would lay awake at night and think about it. It couldn't seriously be actual feelings, maybe it was lust. He was able to take care of those type of problems before but it was usually to babes in short skirted sailor outfits with luscious curves. But he has never had that type of attracted to a man before. It wasn't something that was really talked about since he was raised in a church and he was honestly confused about these feelings. He couldn't tell Mephisto that would be ridiculous and he would probably laugh at him and say emotions were just human weaknesses.
It was Christmas eve and Shirou was over at Mephistos drinking some wine that the demon insisted he try, both of them sitting by the hearth in his living room. Mephisto had once again gone overboard with Christmas decorations ever since found out about the type of things humans did for the holiday. After just a single glass of wine Shirou was tipsy, his tongue started to loosen.
"What the hell…" he hiccupped and slurred before he continued the train wreck of his thoughts.
"Kind of wine is this strong?" Shirous cheeks and nose were tinged pink from the alcohol and Mephisto couldn't help but laugh.
"Shirou-kun it seems you can't hold your alcohol well." He sat relaxed in his chair as he watched Shirou had a fit of hiccups.
"Nah, beer is good *hic* enough for me." His eyes were glassy, his glasses had slipped to the end of his nose and he seemed to not know what to do with his hands. Mephisto barked out a short spout of laughter.
"You mean that piss poor excuse for alcohol? Shirou I would think you would have better tastes." This entire situation was just weird. The older exorcist looked at him in amusement and sighed.
"I think it is time that you went sleep you silly man." Shirous comrade stood up and went over to pick up the young exorcist off the ground. With Shirou only weighing about 136 pounds it wasn't too difficult. The bespeckled man stumbled against Mephisto and just laid his head there on his chest. This caused the demon to actually blush which was extremely unusual.
"Shirou, can you walk by yourself? Or will I have to carry you over my shoulder?" Shirou grumbled something under his breath but not even Mephistos ears could pick up on it. He acted as a guide and pushed Shirou along while getting his feet stepped on. They made it to the door when Shirou pulled on his shirt.
"Wait, we're *hic* under the mistletoe," he stated. Mephisto looked up and sure enough there the little plant hung from the doorframe. The sound of hiccups brought his attention back down to Shirou who now seemed to have sobered up a bit and his eyes were focused. With a tug Shirou pulled Mephisto down and kissed him. Mephisto had a moment of shock but the hand that was quickly making its way down his spine kicked his hormones in gear. Shirou felt a warmth going through him and it wasn't the alcohol. Mephistos mouth tasted like the wine and a under taste of something sweet, perhaps cotton candy. It had been a simple kiss, barely any tongue at all but it had sent his body crazy. He pulled away and looked up at the taller ones face. It was hard to believe but Mephistos face was flushed pink, in all the years Shirou had known him he had never seen the demon blush. Then realized his hands were also still on Mephistos ass. He snatched them away for he couldn't believe he really just did that.
"Oh you fool it's too late now." It was as if Shirou had broken some sort of spell and all restraint was forgotten. Lips were soon attached to the humans neck, Mephistos beard tickled at his skin which caused Shirou to blurt out a giggle that is until the demon took a nip at the underside of the others jaw and it turned into a moan ending with a hiccup. Mephisto snorted out laughter, the warm breath contrasting with the wet skin of Shirous neck.
"Oh Mr. Fujimoto I am going to have to ask that you continue what you were doing with your hands there," he purred into the blonde ones ear. Shirous mind seemed to be scattered, the glass of wine in his system and the wonderful feeling caused by Mephisto tongue on his skin. Mephisto had already managed to unbutton the collar of Shirous shirt by the time the man's mind jumped back on track. It was still a bit comical with Shirou having the hiccups but neither minded for soon there were several bite along the younger exorcists collar bones and hair was in disarray as the two had their tongues down each other's throats. Within minutes both were almost completely in undress and panting, their excitement obvious between them as they are intertwined with each other against the wall.
"So should we take this elsewhere?" Shirou could feel both their heartbeats between them, Mephistos voice vibrating against his ear. No more words needed to be said, a tug of hand towards one of the bedrooms. Limbs still tangled with each other the two men giggle as they stumble through the doorway and onto the bed. The kisses were now slower and deep. Shirou learned then that when Mephisto was turned on his tail grabs a hold of whatever it could get and rub against it. The demons tail was extremely sensitive to not just pain but pleasure. They discarded the rest of their clothes, eyes taking in bare flesh. Sweet kisses led to the demon running his tongue along all of Shirous scars from battle, nipping here and there as he got down to the humans hips. Bite laced kisses along Shirous thighs. He looked up at Shirou, asking for permission with is eyes, his tail flicked around behind him in excitement. Shirous face flushed pink and he nodded. He didn't think he could speak correctly at his point. With that answer he pushed forward and took the appendage into his mouth. Shirou gasped the wet heat that encompassed him something he had never experienced before and then Mephisto ran his tongue underneath and the blonde man shuddered, his hands tightening in the sheets. He groaned as Mephisto pulled off with a pop and Shirou looked at him in confusion before he was pulled into a kiss. The older being grabbed both of them and started to rub them together. Shirou managed to grasp at the demons tail and run his fingers along it. This resulted in a deep growl that turned into a moan from Mephisto that went straight on down.
"M-mephisto… I'm c-close." He clawed at Mephistos back with one hand and continued to stroke his tail with the other. He could feel the heat coil in the pit of his stomach as he got closer. With the combination of the wonderful things Mephisto was doing inside his mouth and the pleasure of his hands Shirou felt himself go over the edge. Soon Mephisto followed, both of them covered in the proof of their deeds. With flushed faces and swollen lips they bust into a fit of giggles.
"Well that was messy," he chuckled. They both soon fell into another fit of laughter about the state of things. It wasn't a situation that either of them would have ever thought they would be in. Shirou hadn't laughed that much in a long time and there in the afterglow he felt relaxed. He wiped a bit of cum off his neck with his fingers.
"We should really get cleaned up shouldn't we?" Mephisto gave him a smirk; he licked it off the exorcists' hands, causally humming as he did so. He traced along the trail of semen on Shirous body all the way down to the nest of blonde curls and a hardening member.
"Maybe we can fix this in the shower," the demon stated as he gave it a slow stroke.
"Hnng, perhaps *hic* we can." His voice was shaky with the feeling of lips around him once again, quiet moans escaping his lips. Soon he had come again and this time it didn't get all over the place.
"Were you saying something about a shower?" And for the first time Shirou didn't have a snarky comeback. They later spent the day washing each other in the shower and just laying beneath the covers of the bed together.
They continued their relationship for years but as life may have it all good things come to an end. They both became extremely busy, Shirou being promoted to Paladin at age 27 and Mephisto becoming principle of True Cross Academy. With the stress of their jobs things started to fall apart and they ended up breaking it off. With the way their lives went they never actually saw each other after that. They would hear news of each other and their achievements every once in a while and one would send a letter to the other. Eventually they developed back up a strong friendship but nothing more than the occasional visits that were so erratic neither knew what was currently going on in the others' life.
By chance they ended up being together on a mission to take down a traitor to the Vatican. Yuri Egin, a woman who had conceived children with Satan and when the church asked her to rid herself of the children she refused. After an attempted execution and its failure along with the chaos of the Blue Night and orders were to kill her and her children. That would be the night he would find Rin and Yukio nestled within blankets in Yuri's arms as she used her dying breath to tell them her children's names. On that night Shirou changed, simply because two children who had no choice in the matter were born under the evil of the Unholy King. They had done nothing wrong to deserve death and the thought of killing them was chilling. Both Shirou and Mephisto had a lot at risk within the Vatican, they couldn't anger the Church. So they struck a deal: Mephisto sealed away Rins' flames and powers in Shirous sword. Shirou gave an oath to watch over the twins and keep Rins' powers hidden. They put together false reports for the incident and had buried Yuri there up on the mountain where she stayed with her small demon friends. Shirou quit smoking that day and he really didn't know who he did it for; himself or Mephisto, or the fact he now had two babies to care for.
He became the priest of a small monastery that was open to help anyone that needed it. There was where he started his journey of raising two boys and as they grew up he found himself happy that he decided to keep them. Visits and letters became scarce between Shirou and Mephisto since caring for children seemed to take up more time than being an exorcist. Also with Mephisto being the principle of a school he was in charge of a lot more kids.
And many days have passed that have led up to the very moment they were at now.
"You know now thinking back on it you were a huge asshole to me Mephisto." The demon crossed his arms and gave a pout.
"I'm the asshole? Who was the one who would always pulled on my tail? That hurts you know. Honestly the nerve of you." Shirou couldn't help it. He laughed so hard he gave a snort and his glasses fell askew.
"There was more than pulling that I did with that tail." The statements suggestion wasn't missed by Mephisto and the tips of his ears turned pink.
"Oh has Mephy gone all soft of me?" Mephistos ears gave a wiggle and his eyes widened as Shirou used his old nickname.
"No you crazy old fool. You just shouldn't speak of such things in public for others sake." He turned away and pretended to be hurt just to see how Shirou would react though he really didn't know what to expect. He felt a weight on his shoulder pulling him around to face the priest again.
"Hey, I'll think about it." Shirou gently cupped Mephistos face and leaned in for a quick gentle kiss. The robe clad man walked to the kitchen to help finish dinner and left Mephisto in the sitting room to mull over what just happened.
* koori otoko means iceman/icemen as far as I could find so if this is wrong please correct me!
** I used an online converter to find the price of yen. I live in America and have never had to convert money before so I hope this is right
*** Daisuke means Great Helper and since Shirou asked for someone that will help him in his time of need when summoning for the first time I thought this name would be appropriate
A/N – There will be parts that I feel like are going to be rough (aka the whole blow job thing. I have never written a scene like that before even if I have written smut) I hope that it wasn't to terrible thing to read through.
Also when it comes to the festival near the beginning of the fic it's made up. I could not find a legit winter festival in the right location or date that would fit the story so I went with something generic such as snowmen so I would not misinform anyone about an actual festival.