Strange how I started school on a Wednesday. But that means today is Saturday and the beginning my first weekend here at True Cross. That means today should be a good day, right? Wrong. I woke this morning with a horrible headache that came out of no where!
"Where hell did this come from?" I wondered as I half walked half stumbled into the bathroom while holding my head, "What did I do last night?" I splashed cold water on my face and leaned my head back so the droplets of water ran off my face and down my neck. The chill of the water sent a shiver through my spine. But, in doing so, I made my head-aching body dizzy so I grabbed hold of the sink before I fell over.
"Hope I didn't somehow manage to get drunk... oh!" I quickly remembered, "That's right, I was with Rin," I let a small smile creep across my lips, "He is an interesting fellow. I wonder if anyone else knows that he's... Oh, fuck! I'm talking to myself again! I need to stop that," I grumbled the last bit before walking out of the bathroom
But that still doesn't explain why my head hurts like hell. I made my way back to my bed. I could feel my wet face was dripping on to my way-to-big Linkin Park shirt, and I was probably leaving puddles on the floor. I didn't really care though. I was too busy moping over my hurt head. Maybe it was the blonde's meaningless rambling. What was her name? Shiemi? I paused before I reached my bed. I made the sudden decision to get some ice for my head. Who knows, maybe I hit my head on the wall next to my bed in my sleep. Hell, I could've hit my head on the freaking bed for I know! And thus I walked over to my bingata kinchaku that was still on my desk.
I was about to aggressively jam my hand into it and snatch the cold-pack that I keep in one of my two refrigerators, but out jumps my cell phone. It's neon green color shimmered in the morning light as it levitated over my bingata kinchaku while it rang. With a grumble I grabbed it and check the caller ID. It was Mephisto. I picked up the call and began the conversation.
"What?" I snarled
"You're grumpy this morning," Mephisto sneered, "Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"Sorry, schmerzt mein Kopf," I don't know why I said 'My head hurts' in german, but I said it, which earned me a rather happy Mephisto.
"Sieht aus wie Ihr Deutsch kommt ganz gut!" He sounded so cheerful as he nearly sang out the words. I could almost see him smiling.
I paused to think before saying, "No, fraid not. The only words I understood from that were sieht, aus, ihr, Deutsch, kommt, and gut. That seems like enough to make a sentence, but it still made no sense to me." I heard a disappointed huff through the phone before I heard Mephisto mumble something along the lines of an 'Oh well'.
"Anyway, what do you think?"
"Of the school?"
"What else could I possibly be talking about?"
"I don't know, the weather? Besides," I pulled the chair that was resting peacefully by the desk out and sat down, "I've only been here two days. I don't think that's enough time to formulate a decent opinion." Mephisto huffed again, grumbling something under his breath. "Okay, okay. School is school-like, but I need to bit more of a challenge. The exorcist classes, however, are very interesting and I'm looking forward to that Exwire test thingy that's coming up."
"Yes, but isn't that for the actual exorcist trainees," he laughed, "Or does this mean you want to be an exorcist?" I pouted and made a grumbling noise. I knew he couldn't see me but I knew that he knew I was pouting cause I heard him chuckle.
There was a moment of silence before a thought popped into my head, "Wait! Are you busy today!"
"Huh? Um... No, I guess not. Why?" The suspicion in his voice was blatant.
"I now know what I'm going to do today!"
Before I could say anything else he responded, "Does this new found activity of yours have anything to do with pestering me?" He sighed.
"Maybe!" I took my cell phone from my ear. Just before I hung up, I heard Mephisto whine: "Wait! Yoru!"
I clicked the phone off. I couldn't help but giggle. Then I hurried about my room to put on -more or less- proper clothing. Said proper clothing included: A very light long sleeved undershirt with fingerless gloves included. It was neon blue. Over top of that was a button-up black short sleeved shirt. I also threw on my black jeans with the dark blue stitching that went to my knees. When I was done throwing that on, I sat down on my bed and pulled on my knee-high black boots that I wore for every occasion, no exceptions. I sprang up, speed-walked to my bingata kinchaku and tied it to it's usual spot on the left side of my hip. Then I skipped out my door and off to Mephisto's office.
By the time all that was said and done, I not only didn't have a headache, but I forgot I ever had one.
I skipped through the halls on the way to Mephisto's office with a gleeful smile on my face. But, with all my 'joy' I barely noticed that I passed a rather shocked four-eyes.
"Yoru-san?"
"Hm?" I stopped mid-skip and spun to face him with one bent leg in the air, but when I turned I straightened it. I was still in a weird gleeful daze.
"What are you doing?"
"Hm?" Suddenly I noticed that it was four-eyes and that he asked a question, "Oh! Four- I mean," I shook my head violently and put my leg down, "Yukio-sensei!" His face turned from puzzled to just plain mad, showing that he knew what I was originally about to call him.
"What are you doing here, Yoru-san?" he demanded, farcing a stiff smile on his face. But it wasn't a nice smile, it was an 'I'm-going-to-kill-you-in-your-sleep' kind of smile. I guess he reallyreally doesn't like to be called four-eyes.
"Oh, um... I'm going to see Mephisto," I began rocking back and forth on my heels, folding my hands behind my back.
"What for?" Yukio took a step towards me. It wasn't until now that I noticed the fact that the bastard was taller than I was.
"Reasons," I stated simply, unable to come up with a better answer. I gave him a hard stare into his eyes. Then he got much closer to my face and stared hard right back, officially braking my personal-space bubble.
"Care to be more specific?"
"Not really."
He chuckled slightly, "You know that I am your Superior Officer, right?"
Going to pull that one on me are you? I thought. Then I stated flatly, "Yeah, what of it?"
"And doesn't that mean that you must follow my orders when I give them to you?" His tone was dark. I just nodded.
"Then, explain to me why you're going to Mephisto's office. That's an order." He leaned back, knowing he had me defeated. I let out a sigh. I'd rather not get in any serious trouble while I'm here. That would be awkward.
"I was bored so I decided to pay him a visit."
"What makes you think that you can? Or rather, what makes you think he wants you to visit?"
"I know him personally," I was trying to remain stoic, but this guy was really getting on my nerves.
"Really?" He questioned as he cocked an eyebrow. He obviously wasn't buying it.
My hand naturally fell on my hip as I gave him a cold glare, "Really."
"Prove it."
I spat, "How exactly do you want me to go about that?"
"Like this." Yukio gripped my bent arm and led me down the hall to Mephisto's office.
The way there was silent, and this type of silence was very awkward. Yukio even held on to my arm with an uncomfortably firm grip, which made the trip even more awkward. When we arrived at the door to Mephisto's office, Yukio burst through the door (how rude, he didn't even knock!). The dramatic entrance made Mephisto look up suddenly from whatever he was doing.
Yukio pulled me into the office so I was standing in between himself and Mephisto. Then stated, in a very professional and relaxed tone, "This girl claims to know you personally, Mephisto." First Mephisto looked at Yukio, then at me.
"Yoru," he sighed, "What did you do this time?"
"What do you mean by this time?" I demanded, ripping my arm out of Yukio's grasp.
"Do you want me to go down the list?" His face split in a broad smile as he stood to emphasis his point. "Well, I recall your Mother telling me that, when you were five, you ran off and went missing for three days and-"
"Oh, shut it!" I growled. Mephisto laughed and walked over to me. He had to bend down to look me in the eye.
"Sorry, dearie, but you're just so easy to tease, and it's fun too!" When he finished his heavily emoted statements he flicked me right between the eyes.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Instead of responding, Mephisto simply laughed again and stood to his full height. Possibly to look over me at Yukio. So I followed his gaze to look at Yukio as well.
Yukio look rather flustered at the sight he just bore witness to. I read his face to just see what I expected him to be feeling: Confusion, shock, and aggravation. After I proved myself right, I flashed him an "I told you so" look. Which he responded to with an "Oh, shut up" look.
"So, what's the problem?" asked Mephisto, who was finally on topic.
"She was wandering the halls unsupervised. I thought it was peculiar so I investigated."
"Coulda swore I mentioned it to you. But I definitely told the other teachers. I do now Yoru personally, so she can see me whenever she wants," He folded his arms on my head then rested his head on them, "Which might be a bad thing," he mumbled into his arm.
Yukio growled angrily, "This isn't the first time you forgot to tell me something that might have been important!" he grumbled and then he turned to me, "Sorry Yoru-san." He tried to sound sincere but I could tell he didn't quite mean it. I didn't mind it. I did give him some attitude which helped spike up his moo from mad to very mad.
"I'll leave you two to your business, and whatnot," he said with a slight bow and then he turned and left. While his back was turned I made sure to stick out me tongue at him.
As soon as the door to the office closed I glomped Mephisto. This was normal for Mephisto and he kind of expected it, so he hugged back.
But, he pulled back, "This is why I didn't quite want you coming over here," he scolded.
"What? Isn't what I didn't today better than what I did last time? Plus, the consequences would have been more severe if I had been caught then, correct?"
"Yes, but these consequences might have been pretty bad in they're own right," he sighed and let go of me. I know he was kinda scolding me, but I couldn't help but smile. He really sounded like my dad when he wanted to, and in a way, he kinda was.
"They might have suspected you of being a spy for Gehenna," he added. "So, do you have something you wanted to ask me in person or are you really here to just pester me?"
"Pestering was my original intent," I began. Mephisto sighed dramatically. "But I do have a question."
"And what would that be?" he asked in a slightly uplifted tone.
"Is Rin Okumura a demon?" I asked that thinking Mephisto would be shocked that I would ask such a thing, but then he smiled in a way that reminded me of Cheshire Cat.
"I'm glad you asked." I tilted my head to the side to fully express my confusion. "Yes, he is. A very special demon."
"How special?" His smile widened if at all possible.
"He's the son of Satan."
My eyes widened. What! But doesn't that mean... I smiled slyly, which made Mephisto a bit nervous.
"Doesn't that mean that you two are related?"
"I suppose it does, hm~" he sang. The smile he wore never fell from his lips. He turned from me and wandered back to his desk.
"Then what about Yukio Okumura? They're siblings, yes? And if that's the case then why don't I sense anything 'demonic' about him?"
"They aren't just siblings, they're twins," Mephisto sat down at his desk again and began doing whatever he was doing before Yukio's rude entrance, "And Yukio didn't inherit Satan's power. He was too weak."
At that, I let out a long cruel laugh.
"At birth! At birth! Why are you so mean?" he asked with a pout.
"I can't help it!" I flopped down on the chair in front of his desk as I laughed.
"Maybe it's genetic," he huffed, "Your Mother was so similar."
"Impossible. You know as well as I do that, technically, that kind of genetics is impossible between two people who aren't related," I managed to muffle my laughs into silence. At the moment I was completely calm and I was being non-spastic and logical. Out of character? Not really. I might have a some sort of split personality disorder.
"Well, excuse me Miss. Technicality, but personality can rub off on children if the person hangs around the kid long enough."
"That's not genetics," I reminded.
"Whatever," Mephisto waved his hand as if to shoo off the conversation. Then he jumped to a new one.
"You mentioned the Exwire Exams over the phone, right?"
"Yes," I shrugged, "what about it?"
Smiling slyly he responded, "Does that mean you want to be an exorcist?"
"Maybe," I stood up and sat back down on the corner of his desk.
"Be more specific dear, being vague is not a good answer."
"I want to fight!" I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, my hands holding me up, "That's why I want to go and do this! This...going to school...being normal... I'm not used to it. I've grown too used to the rush of fighting an-"
"And killing..." Mephisto finished for me. I pretended not to hear, but I did, and I'm afraid he may be right...
"Besides," I continued, "I'm sooooooo bored!" I whined in an attempt to clear the frighteningly depressing atmosphere that had suddenly surround us.
"Speaking of rubbing off of a personality, you act a hell of a lot like Amaimon."
"Wha~?" I tried to sound as childish as possible, craning my neck back to look at him with an innocent look in my eyes.
"Exactly," he muttered, turning back to his work. I stayed for a little while, watching Mephsito work. But, eventually, I could stand it anymore. Too boring!
"I'll leave you to it then," I spoke abruptly, making Mephisto look up at me as he had for Yukio.
"Really?"
"Yes, really," I lept off the desk gracefully, "Why do you sound so confused?"
Still looking up at me, he rested his head on his hand, "What are you going to do now? instead of pestering me?"
I walked up to the door and twirled around, "I'm going on an adventure!"
Still staring at his work, Mephisto laughed. So I left.
Man, that was a short and... kinda depressing visit, wasn't it? I need to do something, um, not depressing! I thought as I proceeded to skip back down the hall.
I left the building and I (still skipping) wandered around campus. I got a tour but it was a bit too short for my liking. The only problem with this is that today was Saturday, which translates to "No Classes", which also translates to "People anywhere and everywhere". To solve this problem, I put on my over-ear headphones and pumped loud music into my ears. So I successfully ignored every one I saw, perfect!
Like it or not, I ended up skipping through the street thing near my dorm. I reached an intersection and there, rounding the corner towards me, was the spaz with no hair. And, because he's a spaz, not only did he flinch again when he saw me but he look like he was thoroughly considering running from me. With I sigh, I stopped skipping and faced him.
I apologized to Rin, might as well do the same for this guy. With a sigh, I stopped skipping a faced him. "Sorry, about yesterday, you know, that whole glaring thing."
Wait a minute... isn't this demeaning the purpose of my mission: Creeping Everyone The Fuck Out?
He said nothing, unable to stare at me. But at least he managed to relax.
"Hello?" I took a step forward, he stepped back.
He didn't respond.
"Are you mute, or something?" I snapped, really getting sick of his silent treatment.
Nothing.
"Hello?" I waved a hand, breaking the eye contact for a second, "Anyone there?"
Silence.
"Fine," I threw up my hands in defeat, "I give up. Since you aren't contributing to this conversation I might as well end it!" I scowled (which is something I don't do often). "Being nice to people is too hard," I murmured so he could just barely hear me." I started to move away from him.
"Sorry," I flinched, "but Bon doesn't want us to get involved with you. And I agree with him."
"Eh?" I froze, not sure what to think, let alone say about that. Confusion twisted into my glare, I turned back to him.
He took a cautious glance around us before saying, "There's something very wrong with you..."
"For the record, I'm not actually insane, just a bit crazy... maybe hyper-"
"It's not that!" he barked, keeping his voice low.
"Then what-" He turned and started sprinting away, "Hey! Wait!"
I'm not a demon if that's what you're thinking, I grumbled as he disappeared out of sight. I continued down the path, attempting to clear my head of all the annoyingly depressing things that I've already suffered through today.
Many a step later, I ran into Rin again, and no Shiemi in sight. A giant clip pulled his bangs out of his eyes. Nothing fancy, but it did seem a bit weird to me.
"Hey Yoru!" he called.
"Hi."
He walked up to me, "How were your first few days?"
"Meh," I shrugged.
"Uh, what?" He looked at me curiously.
"You don't send much time on the internet, do you?" I smirked.
"Nope."
"Oh you poor internet-depraved child!" I spoke in my Big Epic Voice and waved my arms about dramatically as I turned away from Rin. "When I get the chance I shall show you," I twisted back around and pointed at him, "the wonders of the internet!" Rin's eyes were wide and staring at my finger that was in his face. But then he burst out laughing.
"You're... so... damn... weird!" each word he said was separated by laughter.
"I know," I laughed along with him, "Some times I can't help but laugh at myself!"
"What?" he giggled.
"One of my mottos is 'If you can't laugh at yourself I'll gladly do it for you' and that applies about others too." I started to walk again and Rin followed.
"That sounds a little too mean."
I just shrugged, "That's what I am. Mean and crazy," I paused, "I have a question."
"Go ahead, what is it?" he asked, no longer laughing,.
"I ran into The-Almost-Bald-Kid who is in our class earlier."
"You mean Miwa-san?" Rin turned his head to look me in the eye.
"Yeah..." I trailed off at the end, trying to think of how I should word my concern without being suspicious. This made Rin worried.
"What' wrong?" His voice was dripping with mild panic.
"He said that this other kid named Bon didn't want him to get involved with me. And that I wasn't right," I kept my tone calm and cool, but I couldn't help buy lock my gaze with the ground, "Do you know anything about that?" I turned back to look at Rin. He was still looking at me but his gaze was soft and caring.
"No, sorry I don't," he smiled at me in the same soft and caring manner. A hint of worry in his gaze, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay!" I put up my hand defensively, "Just confused, that's all."
He gave me a nod and and a satisfied 'hm'.
We continued walking. Conversations after that were basically Rin asking me questions about class and me answering them. I was greatly amused at how much went over his head; which means I laughed a lot and he told me shut up. Some times he'd get really mad and he's punched me (hard, mind you) on the arm. It was he most fun I had all day! I was glad to finally be rid of all that depressing crap. We even ate lunch together, which was as we walked and I tutored an irritating thought crept into my head that just needed to be spoken.
Did he really know that he was what he was?
"Hey Rin," I started.
"Hm?"
"I was wondering if you knew that you're a-" Rin gave very, very stressed look, which made me go: ABORT! CEASE! DESIST! GET OUT OF THERE!
"Oh, never mind," I stuttered out, "It doesn't matter." Rin look relieved that I didn't actually finish my question. But, in a desperate attempt to avoid any awkward questioning, I summoned up my Ipod, randomly checked the time, and stated:
"Sorry, I have to be somewhere...uh...right now!" I know that wasn't a very creative escape, but I was in a rush to get away from my bad decision.
I ran off in the direction of my dorm. Luckily, it was nearby. How convenient for the plot that is my life that, not only was my dorm close by, but it was close to night, so I could go into my room and sleep away the inelegant mentioning of Rin's bad side.
A/N: Schmerzt mein Kopf - My head hurts.
Sieht aus wie Ihr Deutsch kommt ganz gut! - Looks like your german is quite good!