September 13th, 2012
Yukio Okumura
Research Log: 1
I am writing this documentation in order to record all my knowledge on the current epidemic. In the case I am deceased, I wish for another doctor to use this information.
The official name of the illness is" Noire du sang." The word can be roughly translated into "Blackest Blood," which describes the symptom involving the veins. (The following listed are Noire du sang's full symptoms)
1) Blackening of the veins
2) Plasma exposure from the eyes, nose, ears, or any inflicted area
3) Speaking in bizarre tongues
4) Violent behavior
Isaac L'Écarlate was the first Exorcist to use this term. However, the man received no recognition for this. The name has become a form of taboo among other Exorcists. By referring to a patient with such a phrase, one is led to believe there is no hope of recovery. Mr. L'Écarlateis currently assisting the Japanese branch of True Cross.
Exorcist Shura Kirigakure first reported a sign of "Noire du sang" on October 9th, 2010. She was on a private mission in France during this event. (Reasons for her assignment is unknown) By the time other exorcists appeared, the victim was already dead. There was immediate concern among True Cross. However, after twelve months of study, the investigation died down and life returned to normal.
Two years later the virus was once again reported, this time by me. On July 2nd, 2012 I was sent to investigate strange Dekalp activity on the outskirts of Kyoto. I traveled in a group of twenty. Most of the exorcists attending were logically tamers. However, a doctor is essential to these types of assignments. He is expected to act in the case that the demons studied were poisonous. Unfortunately, we all underestimated what "poisonous" could've meant.
We split into four groups of five in order to cover more ground. Finally, my team found the creatures. Out of all the studies that have been written, all the books that have been read, I had never come across such strange behavior in Dekalps. I will attempt to describe them.
These plant demons are usually known for being mischievous and highly talkative. However, the ones we observed were limp and silent. They were dark in color and sagged against other vegetation. I quickly went to take a sample from one of these creatures. Using a scalpel, I sliced into one of its stems. As I did so, a black fluid poured from its cells. Immediately after the cut, the Dekalp turned to faced me. As it moved, other parts of its tissue snapped and black liquid continued to flow.
The demon's words still puzzle me.
It said: "Mother is calling" then fell to the ground and died.
I heard screams from my other colleagues. They were nowhere in sight. I searched for hours and lastly found them torn apart by the roots of other plants. However, there was one exorcist that was still living. I cut the man free from the roots and began treating him.
I immediately saw symptoms similar to that of the Dekalps. The man's eyes were "black shot" (they were stricken with dark veins). My former colleague had lost his senses and attempted attack me. Quickly, I sedated him with one of my bullets and called for back up from the Vatican. The man died three days later. Out of the twenty that attended, I am the sole survivor of the mission.
I cannot help but feel that whatever demon is responsible for "Noire du sang" spared me that day. I was extremely close to one of the infected Dekalps and came into contact with the black fluid multiple times. Despite this, I did not become disease-ridden like the others. This alarms me to a certain extent, for I do not know if the demon wants something from me. However, this is only a theory. My infected colleague did attack me after all. If I was truly an asset, why kill me? This raises the question of whether those diagnosed are under the control of the demon.
Either way, many others have suffered from the illness since then. At first, it spread only through plants. (Due to this, more tamers where sent, properly suited this time.) However, "Noire du sang" has now begun to plague the homes of urban life. True Cross is panicked and now looks to me to find a cure. In order to do this, I must review every victim with a fine-tooth comb, starting with my ex-colleague -
Yukio Okumura's hand grew numb from writing. The teenager unraveled his fingers and allowed his pen to roll across the table. He sat there numb…staring at the page. Will this help him? It must. It will. Organization is key…Yukio needed to remember that. He couldn't afford to panic; it brought down his work ethic. And as of this moment, the teenager had to be absolutely perfect in his study. There was no time for mistakes, no time for hesitation, no time for…
The silence of the doctor's study prodded him about the danger ahead. It was inevitable, the Paladin's words were clear:
'I will direct my orders on your brother.'
'I'll have him dragged down into a lab and have him used as a guinea-pig for a cure'
Instinctively, Yukio thought the worse.
Rin's going to die-
NO! He won't! I'll protect him- I'll –
I'm too weak –
I PROMISED!
I'm too pathetic -
HE WON'T DIE!
The doctor hunched over his worktable, pushing all of his weight onto his right arm. It pressed against the cold stone without mercy, possibly bruising him. Yukio's nails dug into the flesh of his scalp, his teeth gritted with anguish. Tiny beads of blood seeped down his face. Tears were present as well. Some were caught by his lip and drizzled to his tongue. He tasted copper and salt. A sensation his brother might very well feel when he's being torn apart by exorcists.
"GGRRRAAAAHH!"
Yukio slammed the side of his fist down onto the table. The impact knocked the boy's glasses to the ground. His nails groped up his head further. Blood continued to travel down his grief-stricken face. What an uncommon sight for such a calm and collected prodigy.
Everything was chaos in the adolescent's mind. As a doctor, a specialist in experimentation, Yukio could imagine in great detail what might be done to his elder brother. It would start with Rin being tranquilized and dragged to a laboratory. After hours lying against the dirty floor he would wake to the painful insertion of needles. Blue flames would spurt from the injection area, resisting the plasma. Straps locking him to the table would be sewn with holy water. Such fabric would burn against his skin like fire….how ironic. Perhaps he would even be injected with the water in order to be kept subdued.
And his big brother would certainly scream.
The straps would not stop the exorcists from being forced to hold down his convulsing body. If the infusion of plasma were not enough, they would resort to dissection. Sensibly they would have to keep their test subject alive. So Rin would be forced feel the slicing of his own flesh under the precision of a hot scalpel. More incisions would occur, this time directly onto his organs. They would twist and knot with intense pain beyond believe. Doctors would calmly state that his torment was the only way a child of Satan could contribute to the wellbeing of Assiah.
After endless hours of testing and recording, Rin's half-dead body would be thrown back into his tight cage like an animal. Such a potent hell would last for years, perhaps the rest of his life. There'd be a point when Yukio's big brother would forget entirely about this world. All that would exist was his breathing and the pounding organ in his chest. Such events would shatter his humanity and embrace his demonic nature. If Rin were to escape he'd no longer care for anyone. Rage would engulf his mind and body. Bloodlust would urge him to attack, to kill, to hate.
And Satan would embrace these qualities.
Make Rin his own.
I've failed…I couldn't protect Rin…They're going to kill him…
They're going to kill him…
They're going to kill him…
But I'd kill them first….
Yukio knew if he wanted to save his brother, he needed to become calm. Nothing else in the world mattered to him anymore…only the virus….only a cure…. He had to block out all emotion, all remorse. Yukio Okumura used all methods necessary to find a cure. Shaking, the doctor slowly he rose from the table and retrieved his glasses. They slid down the bridge of his nose as he wrote his next lines.
Many believe that Rin Okumura is responsible for "Noire du sang." The following pages will prove his innocence.
