~Author's Note~
To my dear readers, thank you for supporting me and reviewing! Also, I welcome our new reviewer Akisa Akimune along with Sherlock Maple and thank you again for reviewing! I know it's late but that's not because I have writer's block, rather our WiFi is being retarded and the computer had gone nuts.
And so to answer your questions:
Sherlock Maple: Glad to see I've pleased another fellow fanfictioner! Hope you've enjoyed the story so far.
Blue Boys(Guest): The information I provided is strictly mine and is not part of the anime. There are reasons I put it on, I won't put much OCs because I like the characters in Blue Exorcist so far and feel that I do not require or have no need to create an OC.I will add in an OC if I deem it necessary.
Puncakegoddess: I know right? XD, kekekeke. I'm planning to make Kuroko so irresistible and cute that it'll make your nose bleed. Thanks for supporting me from the beginning!
SasukoUchmaki2012: I don't think you should start calling me Senpai though... Hahaha, I just started writing fictions since like December 2013? I do appreciate your support and hope you stick through the whole ordeal with me!
Akisa Akimune: Is Kuroko's way of thinking that weird? Pft, this is the first time someone told me such! 0/w/0 Yes, I intend to make Tetsuya's way of thinking all the more different than a normal human being. He IS Tetsuya and the Phantom Sixth Man after all, so where's the fun in making him predictable? Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: -…- If I owned Ao no Exorcist or Kuroko no Basuke, I would've made Tetsuya pregnant with all the GoM's kid and make him a *chou ikemen ! And Rin would be the cutest Satan Prince ever!
Chapter 3: Mark of Tragedy, A Blessed Curse
*January 15, twenty days after Blue Night [Before Chapter 2's Trial]*
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Past:
The rain pelted down harshly down onto the cold pavement, giving no mercy to bypassers that hadn't brought an umbrella and making numerous people feel their day ruined, soaked as they ran for cover while shivering in the cold.
Shiro held onto his thick denim black jacket, shivering slightly as the cold still managed to affect him and with a last haul, he pulled the person's arm he had latched onto while struggling to keep the umbrella from falling onto his head.
He sighed in remorse and half-assed relief; relieved because he had been able to get out of the rain and be in time for the meeting, remorseful because the stupid stubborn mule of a man behind him wouldn't budge an inch and he was sleeping. How could someone sleep while being dragged in the open rain with nothing but a thin jacket to keep him warm?
Truly, his friend had to be a genius or just a plain heavy sleeper of an idiot. Shiro decided that he'd have to wake the man up lest he freeze on the very same spot.
The air-conditioned lobby of the Ministry didn't help any better, it was on full blast and he briefly wondered if the staff were that careless, they would risk their jobs just for turning the air-conditioning too low and making the visitors cringe in apt coldness. Nevertheless, he buried that thought aside and shook the lithe teen beside him none too gently.
"What is it, Perv?" the teen drawled and Shiro ignored the crude remark, opting to let go of the man's back collar when he dragged him around the street earlier and earning him the sound of a huge object smashing down onto the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"GAH!" the man yelped as his body made contact with the ground . Shiro grinned triumphantly at the childish glare directed at him from his junior, secretly enjoying the sadistic feel of being in charge.
"We're here already" he announced obviously and the man grew irritated, sarcastic even.
"I know, I do have eyes ya' know!" thick sarcasm coated the venomous words and Shiro chuckled with amusement.
Sitting up, the man swiftly got up from the floor and would've hissed at the chillness of the temperature if his companion hadn't deem his actions unnecessary, Shiro yanking him faster than you could say 'Chihuahua' as they went straight to the large red carpeted stairs, dismissing the lady down the stairs in the receptionist counter yelling at them.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!" the plain-looking brunette screeched, several other exorcists backing away from the screaming banshee.
They trudged up the stairs as if they've never heard a living woman screech like her vocal chords were stuck with broken speakers and slogged with a thousand sewer rats.
"FUCKING EXORCISTS!"
Precisely two minutes and thirty seconds later, a certain screaming banshee was abruptly fired and thrown out from the 5th floor window of the Ministry. A suspicious cry of "I love PUSSIES!" rang out as she was thrown.
And that's how the crazy dirt banshee named Mayaizaku became, living happily in the world for the insane banshees with a brain the size of a grain of salt.
The end.
- K-
*Ministry of Supernatural,5th Floor*
"Alistoir Tovaroshku, in hereby the order by votes of the Ministry Board and I, Jury Lauwmen Hippacoffs, you are in both paper and law to be sentenced to execution for the murder of your spouse, Milainnie Tovaroshku neé Miranya Fortmë" the man in a curled up white wig announced, hitting the small hammer onto it's place and ignoring the silence of the stunned crowd.
The suspect didn't dare say anything, he was too frightened and intimidated by the glare the Board members were sending him. He was a frail but healthy man, his only fault in his appearance were the black bags under his eyes and his skin malnourished to beyond scarred, it was practically a pale sick yellow. His hair was a dark shade of dyed pinkish purple and his eyes a natural dark brown, almost black, a worn out fur coat clung to his thin form and dark blue denim jeans were hanging loosely.
Licking his lips that had gone dry and cold due to the sudden statement, Alistoir stuttered his reply.
"B-but Minister, you have to consider this! Milainnie was nothing short of being a vile woman! She slept in the night like a satisfied whore and woke in the yonder like a dead bat!"
It was cryptic but then again, they weren't stupid as the normal audience were. Jury Lauwmen hesitated. It was true that in the law of the Order that if an exorcist were to marry a common human, they were to hereby swear not to tell of their job under any circumstances and if the spouse or the Exorcist were to betray their vows to each other of eternal love, the unfaithful was to be executed if their reasoning of faithlessness wasn't a valid excuse or if they thought it was simply hullabaloo.
Just in that moment of hesitance, Alistoir snarled and took his opportunity. His eyes bled red and with his mouth foaming like an insane predator, claws slowly changed his once ugly cracked nails as they were painted a dark blue, almost black and ears turned elfin, body slowly decaying.
The Board was startled.
Hysterical screams were ripped out. Their feet scrambled to get out of the room before the hideous thing came upon them with its claws flexing in morbid border of insane glee.
"For God's sake! CALM DO-" one of the jury snapped but was cut off midsentence. The Board weren't worried; metal swished, water dripped, a piercing wailing screech and the trigger was pulled.
So fairly easy.
BANG!
"..." they were speechless, panic having forgotten and watching at the scene that made their stomach churn painfully in their places, many placed hands over their stomach in fear that they would throw up then and there.
The two exorcists grinned but they turned sheepish when the eyes of Jury Lauwmen turned to them with amusement lining them and the other judges gave exasperated looks at their 'lateness', clearly not perturbed by the dangerous distance they were so close to death's door or the fact that blood was messing up with the floor just in front of them.
"...How many?" Jury Lauwmen asked, looking somewhat fascinated. Shiro and the other man winced.
"...Nine" Shiro huffed, seeing as his temporary partner wasn't feeling cooperative at the moment.
The Board members gawked, one particular young man in his 30s nearly spittling in rage at the amount. The duo winced again, more obvious this time, knowing that if that man was going to address them and that they're already eternally screwed.
"Y-y-YOU!" the Board member hissed, eyes narrowed like a cat being invaded of his turf.
"Y-y-yes? " Shiro felt like slapping his partner's face for the sarcastic response but what's done is done and the Board member they recognize (and feared, not that they would admit it for the sake of their pride) as Flinnt Shau was practically fuming, his ears were red as if steam was living in there.
Sighing morosely, he quickly yelled out a goodbye and promptly dashed to the door, slamming it in the process ;thus leaving his idiotic partner to fend for himself.
Said partner cursed.
Shit.
- K-
Shiro nearly laughed from his seat near the huge windows that showed the room he had left his partner in to suffer. He always enjoyed the look of desperation his long time friend imposed whenever the infamous Jury Shau or maybe Lady Jury Shei Ling was pissed off, no matter the circumstances those two were both his favourites because the comedy and onslaught they provided for his dull life as an Exorcist was amusing and one anyone would enjoy, in any current situation.
Right now, the said bluenette was cursing up a storm and dodging the attacks Jury Shau began initiating to relieve his stress from the institution's best, but highly irresponsible, exorcists. And he was dodging the flying bullets with a harmless chair no less.
With a choked laugh, he flicked the lighter on and burned his cigarette stick while the slightly uncomfortable but somewhat relieving smell of smoke filled the air.
"Again, Shirou?"
The white haired Exorcist turned abruptly at the highly accented female voice and found a woman clad in a black turtleneck and knee high cardigans, feet bare along with a small dagger sheath in rocks of rubies stuck to her left hip.
She was sporting a mischievous grin and her painted red nails were wiggling suggestively, Shiro laughed at the Chinese woman's antics. She will never change.
"Yes again, Shei Ling *XiaoJie" Shiro replied in Chinese and the newly named lady threw her head back and laughed unladylike.
Her black Asian eyes twinkled in gentle reprimand and dark ebony hair whipped as the wind gently caressed the locks. Shiro briefly wondered how she could be related to the insane Pope Camaican.
While the Pope had the features of a blonde foreigner and brown eyes; she was clearly of the Shanghai descent, pale skin, curvaceous thin lips and sharp black eyes. She was even considered a rare beauty in her country and Japan.
"You've never been for formalities eh, Shirou?" she teased him and he grinned at her remark, years of knowing her that he knew it was a compliment, rare as it is from the Queen Assassin herself.
Then his grin faltered and he stared at the jury and assassin in seriousness. He knew that she was here for business and that this time she had been the one looking for him, not the other way round. Flicking his burnt out cigar, he grunted and he knew that she understood the gesture.
"I..I'm here for a favour"
And Shiro promptly choked on the bottle of sake he chugged earlier before spitting the alcohol out in shock. She was asking him for a favour?
Shei Ling sighed and nodded feebly to Shiro's thoughts. She rummaged through the old canvas knapsack she kept with her and produced a brown envelope entwined with something that look suspiciously like blackvines, before handing it to him with little to no hesitation.
Shiro instantly dove into the whole package and found what seems to be pages of information printed on old paper. He skimmed through each piece but disbelief kept growing with every information he had processed and read.
Guilt overtook him and he gave incredulous eyes to Shei Ling, whom had been silent through the whole time Shiro had been reading.
"This...?"
- K-
*Ministry of Supernatural,5th Floor*
Lauwmen watched in somewhat fascination as Shau fired off fire blazed bullets towards the dodging dark blue haired teen while flinging the chair around to avoid being hit. He calmly flicked his eyes over to his other subordinates and found them quietly laughing, if the small shakes of their shoulders were anything to let by.
"GAH! THE HELL OYAJI!"
"ADDRESS ME PROPERLY, BRAT!"
Shau hurriedly refilled the bullets and fired off with a more dangerous material; bullets made of dragontooth bone. The targeted man dodged again but one of the sharp spikes of the bullet managed to nick his right shoulder, mild poison seeping into his right shoulder blade and the teen hissing in slight pain, having experienced the effects of the poison many times to render them neutral to his blood.
The jury made a move to shoot his son again but Lauwmen raised a hand to halt the action, chuckling at the sterness and hidden affection the man had for his rebellious son even if he showed it through harmless yet somewhat dangerous actions.
The fallen Exorcist glared at his father with sky blue eyes filled with annoyance and dark blue locks damp with sweat from the mild workout he did while trying to dodge the bullets, the old man's favorite bullet to use back when he was still an exorcist in training.
"Lee, have you found him yet?" Lauwmen addressed the Chinese-Japanese man.
Lee's annoyance at his father dissipated and he grew a deflated look on his usually lazy laid-back features, remorse and self-loathing evident as he desperately tried to hold back a sob. He shook his head negatively and gave a pleading look at Shau, his father, when he opened his mouth to give a retort.
Sighing, Lauwmen dismissed the broken hearted boy. Relieved, Lee gave a muttered goodbye and left, not giving a glance back. Once the door closed with a resounding slam, Shau glared heatedly at his friend and leader and Lauwmen frowned placatingly at the glare.
"How long are you letting him do this?" Shau asked unflinchingly.
"Shau, I-"
"The child could be dead by now! There's no use nitpicking over a lost cause!"
"Shau" Lauwmen said warningly, Shau backed down hesitantly. Rubbing the bridge of his freckled nose, Lauwmen let out a quiet sigh again.
"We can't stop him, Flinnt. The boy's his son, the only reminder of Maria and I can't risk another innocent soul dying, Flinnt. I just can't. Let Lee do as he please for now, let it be. Trust in Lee, trust in your son that you named Tetsuya"
They were silent.
No words spoken.
Understanding silence.
Unspoken acceptance.
- K-
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Present:
It rained again, like that day all those years ago and if he wasn't busy mourning over his comrade's death, he would laughed at the sheer irony of it. For now, he only traced the engravings on the stone slab and remained silent, he can laugh later but now wasn't the time.
Placing the bouquet of blue roses, rare as it is, on the foot of the mark and silently prayed to Lee to forgive him for his carelessness. He crouched down and as time ticked by, he slowly began to sob openly without care if other visitors saw him. The rain would cover his tear tracks and no one was insane enough to visit the cemetery at this sort of weather.
So he reminisced with the name haunting him in his dreams and conscious.
Shorizuka Lee Tetsuya
18XX-19XX
Let the Holy ones resurface
And when on dies, another sprouts
Here lies Shorizuka Lee Tetsuya,
Famed Knight and former Paladin,
He lived his life with heroic deeds
under his name and as he lies here, may
God bless his soul and purify him
Amen-
He sobbed louder and mumbled incoherent words of plead, hoping his friend could listen him and forgive him or hit him in rage or even kill him for losing what could've been Lee's reason of living if the snarky man was alive and kicking.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry... I lost him Lee, I'm sorry God I'm sorry.. I lost Tetsu "
The heavens screamed and Shiro's sobs were deaf to the world.
TBC
~Author's Note~
I would like to warn you guys about this since I want you guys to know what your putting yourself into.
This story is yaoi and Pairings are GoMxkuroko and OkumuraTwinsxkuroko centric so there might be Lemons and a possibility of MPREG. Bash me or hate me, I won't change the rate or pairing.
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-Explanation Notes-
XiaoJie- Miss/Lady/Little Lady in Chinese
Chou ikemen- super good-looking guy