**THIS AUTHORS NOTE IS SOMEWHAT IMPORATNT!**
Okay, Folks. Sorry this took so long, but here is your update. Thank you everybody for your nice reviews. Always make my day. Glad no one was really peeved at me killing Shiemi.
Now i'm going to pour a bit of my heart out on your guys, if you don't care why, I'll just tell you flat out, I'm going on an updating Hiatus for a while. I will not be updating any of my stories for about a month or so, maybe a bit less maybe a bit more.
In about a mouth or so, I'm going to be playing in a solo festival. The music is really difficult, and I need to focus most to all of my free time on practicing and preparing for this festival. It's really important I get a good score on this, so I can make it into All-state next year. (It's a big fancy Orchestra.) This is really important to me, because it looks good on a collage application and such.
I'm a sophomore in high school. I realize it's a bit early to be looking into collages, but I know which one I want to get into, and it's really expensive. I fear, I'm going to need a scholarship to pay for tuition, because I'm poor and the entire godamn world is so expensive, and I just really want this collage. Now you guys hate me cause I took up so much time typing up this godamn authors note. I'm jut really stressed, cause I feel like my parents aren't that supportive.
I'll be kinda glad if you skip this note, cause I's just a bunch of shit from the heart.
Okay, *Sits up straight*
So again, It pains me to say, no updates till after this festival is over, then, I'll update all my stories real fast. However, I will still try to get back to PM's and reviews and such, because I get notifications for them right on my phone.
*Optimistic smile.*
Please review, flames will get murdered, cause that's how I feel right now. ^.^
I DO NOT OWN BLUE EXORCIST.
Also, I hope you don't hate OC's cause they are present.
Chapter 6: No Godamn Demonic Memo
"I must admit, I did have a bit of fun."
Rin POV
There are two things I know for sure. One, after spending some time in Gahenna and returning to Assiah, I liked it better here. Maybe it was because I grew up here, but Gahenna seemed be like a tight box on me, with about a gallon of air. That is, compared to Assiah, where the space is an open range and there will never be shortage of air.
And two: I like the girls my age the best. The heat of their souls were flecked with insecurities or self loving, giving it a perfect blend of flavors. Also, sometimes they were just at the point of maturing, a taste that can be addicting to an adolescent demon king like myself.
I could eat a guy's spirit, but I wasn't planning on kissing any of them. Although there is a way to eat a person soul without touching lips, it is sloppy and I don't get all of the fire. Some of it escapes past me and make's it's way to god knows where. The fate is the same for them, be a doll or be a corpse, but I like to get my fill.
My lips are currently locked with a green eyed blondes, who is about two inches shorter than me. She knows something's wrong and is desperately trying to get away from me.
I have her backed up against the wall, and as I pulled on the fire of her soul I'm holding the back of her head close to my own. She was not getting away.
As I continued to steal her spirit, she slowly stopped fighting, and I let her drop to the ground. Her eyes were vacant, and I sighed, wiping a bit of blood from the side of my mouth.
Amidst the kiss, she must have slit her tongue on my fangs.
"Get up," I commanded, and she did as I had said.
I gave her a smile, though I knew it didn't register to her.
Patting her head, I said: "Good girl, now hand over all the cash in your wallet."
What? I had to get cash some way, and I sure as hell wasn't working.
She handed over a few bills, and I gave her a sly smile. I could see my reflection in her glassy orbs. "Now, go up to that balcony and jump off."
I had originally sent the body's to Gahenna, for demons to feed on, but recently I noticed even though I was a demon king, half the demons didn't know, and the other half didn't care. It pissed me off.
I had more demons recognize me when I was still only half demon and just the 'son of Satan' as opposed to 'King of Assiah' and what is with my domain, anyway? I have no authority in Assiah! There are exorcists every which way I turn and, as I stated before, the demons don't give crap I'm a king.
I'm not going to lie; I ripped half of those demons to shreds. Okay, I ripped most of them to shreds. My power is far greater than theirs, by a longshot.
I tended to kill the ones who did not care, more than the ones who didn't know. I even kept one around for amusement.
But seriously, would it kill Satan to send out a demonic memo or something?
To shorten a long rant, I stopped being generous to the demons of Gahenna by giving them the living dolls that a person became after I fed.
The blonde got up and began to hobble away. I left before she jumped, didn't want anyone seeing me watch her commit her suicide. I must admit though, I enjoyed the sound of her splat on the pavement behind me.
Pulling up the hood on my dark blue jacket, I kept an eye out for enemies.
Though anyone without a temptaint cannot see my elongated fangs, ears and tail, I kept them hidden lest some unlucky soul has the eyes to see the true me.
I quickly learned myself how to some of my traits, like my wings, and horns could be hidden.
Similar to how I had kept my demonic powers in Gahenna during my time as a half-demon, I had learned to stash away some of my power in an object. It acted as a sort of seal, and when it is being worn, it suppresses my more demonic appearances. Example: horns.
It was also impossible to summon my wings while wearing this seal.
I clenched my fist, the ring, a silver band with a blue sapphire cast into it, tightened around my finger.
Coltar flew around lazily, and some even nuzzled my skin. Out of all the demons, low level, these guys were my favorite. They realized my position, and treated me as such. The children of Asoroth enjoyed my company, and I theirs.
The air was crisp as I began to walk back to my apartment, and I breathed in deeply.
Again, so much air here.
As I entered the building, the female behind the desk nodded to me.
"Your lady friend came, she's in your apartment, said you gave her a key."
I nodded.
"I did, it's okay. She's welcome."
She shrugged, then returned to her smart phone.
I waited impatiently for the elevator, and when it came, the door opened and about twenty Coltar flew out as a man obviously possessed by a mid-level demon walked out. He shouldered hard past me, knocking me back. I gritted my teeth.
"Watch we're your going!" I shouted, my voice gruff and untamed.
The possessed man looked back at me.
Mind you, I still had my hood up hiding my demonic features.
The demon waltzed forward, stuck his filth ridden breath right in my face and breathed out.
Instantly, I brought my hand up to my nose to plug it from the smell of rotting meat.
"And get some godamn breath mints."
I would have ripped this demon apart right there in then, I wasn't in a good mood.
Sadly, though, we were in a public place, and I was currently trying to play human. If the desk-lady saw me do this, she would cry out and I'd have to find a new place to live. And that would piss me off, because I liked my apartment. It was fancy, and had a nice view of the bustling city.
The man chuckled before beginning to walk away, obvious oblivious to who he just insulted.
Curling my lip up to growl a low, almost inaudible inhuman noise, I moved into the elevator.
His smell still lingered there, along with a few Coltar.
They didn't bother me much keeping their distance, obviously aware of my pissed of aura.
I entered my apartment, plopping down on the couch, pulling of my boots using my feet and propped them up on the table.
I had gotten this apartment from the first human I had consumed in this world. She was very posh, fancy, and had money flying out of her ears. Being without spirit, she handed over the keys to my apartment and all her money, then took a one way trip to Gahenna. Those were the days I were generous.
It took a bit of convincing, and a few meals to actually get to use the apartment, because it was still in the woman's name. That had all been sorted out long ago, and I gave a happy sigh, leaning back and closing my eyes.
"Oi! Rin!"
Ignore little annoyances and maybe they'll go away,
Ignore little annoyances and maybe they'll go away,
Ignore little ann-
"Riiiiiiiin-!"
"What!?" I said unhappily, opening my eyes and leaning up from my relaxed pose.
"I wanna tell you something!"
I look over at the petite girl who had sat down on the couch next to me.
She was short, with red hair cut so her right eye went mostly unseen. Poking out of her red hair, cat ears twitched, and her tail was curled out next to her.
Her lips glazed pink, eyes heavily made up, and skirt way to short, she was the definition of cute.
She, however, was not Izumo. In no way shape or form did she ignite in me the same feelings the plum headed girl had always managed to.
This girl, Misao Urakahi, is a neko-vampire hybrid.
I know that sounds strange, but apparently her mother had fallen in love with a blood sucker and made a baby. I don't know. But her mother's family would have none of this tainted child, and kicked her out. That is at least what she had told me.
She does not realize I am a demon king, and I just went on letting her not know. I had met her after I had simmered down on the whole fact of not being recognized. (Again, Satan, would it have killed you to send out a Godamn demonic memo!?)
She was amusing in my eyes, but at times like this a bit annoying.
"I'm thinking about going to a human school," she said pulling out a bottle of nail polish.
"Good for you," I said leaning back.
"Aren't you going to ask why?"
"No."
"Aww, come on."
"Fine. Why?" I had said the 'why' in a silly voice, but Misao just acted like it didn't happen, or it actually didn't happen to her. Either, or, whatever.
"That way I can find the perfect people to drink from!" She said happily, painting her nails.
This neko girl was a blood glutton. Even being half vampire, she had the appetite of two. If you could get fat from blood, (I don't think you can,) she would weigh about three hundred pounds and die from a heart attack.
I leaned back again and closed my eyes once more.
"Good for you."
Silence dominated for a bit, and I was finally relaxing when her voice came again.
"Hey, a, Rin…" She said.
I opened one fiery blue orb to meet her only visible green one.
"What?" I said dreading what she was about to ask. I could feel it in my bones, this was bad.
"Well, uh... Um... I was going to take Yin and Yang with me to the school... But uh, their to old and..."
Yin and Yang were Misao's two blood servants who followed her everywhere doing her bidding. I'm sure 'Yin' and 'Yang' were not their real names, but whatever. I really didn't care.
"And I..."
I really didn't like where this was going.
"Would you um..."
Oh god.
"Go to this school with me."
"No."
"Please Rin! Please!"
I sighed. There was no way in hell I was going to a godamn school. I had dropped out when I was human, left (or pulled, or whatever) when I was half demon, and as a complete demon, I didn't intend to go back.
"Please Rin! I'll do anything."
I closed my eye again.
"No."
"But-!"
"No."
"Just think about it- all the girls your age! You could go for the same reason as me!"
The idea, twisting in my brain appealed to me just a bit. It would be a decent place for me to get some new people.
I still told her no again, although just a bit more hesitantly.
"C'mon, Rin! Just imagine it! We could rule the place."
"Yeah, and learn."
"To hell with learning. We could just sleep, and if we get taken to the principal's office, we could kill him and make him our meal!" She said, excitedly.
I sighed.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you want me to come to school with you?"
She looked down. "Well... I want a friend."
"Why do you really want me to go, Misao? There has to be a better reason than you want a friend."
"I'm kinda scared... About, uh... Stuff..."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Stuff?"
"Stuff."
"Riiiiight." I deadpanned.
"If you do this for me, I'll buy you that manga collection you wanted really bad."
I shot up.
"Really!?" I said happily. Demon or not, I still wanted that godamn manga.
"Yeah..."
"Deal!" I said, before realizing I did. She hopped up and down happily.
I looked down, really hoping this was a right decision. Looking out the window at the lights of the bust night life, I sighed.
And that's how I, Rin Okumera, demon king of Assiah, went back to school.
Godammit.
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Yukio closed his text book. "That's it, so you can head out for lunch."
The cram school students were silent and unmoving.
"Please," he said with a sigh.
Bon stood up. "Okumera-Sensei, any word yet?"
The exorcist cursed under his breath.
"No, Bon."
The aria in training grit his teeth, agitated. "It has been three freaking months since we found her body, and the Vatican hasn't found anything."
"No." The teen said. He had been so weary lately, and his entire vein was exhausted.
All the exwires had been silent at this point, looking at their teacher and friend.
Bon, after first learning of Rin's hurting Yukio had been outraged, but slowly came to realize, maybe Rin didn't do it on purpose. He was a friend, after all, and had lost control before. Most of the exwires thought that as well, as a train of thought. They tried to keep their spirits up. That is of course, until they found her body.
Having been pinned up, hands out as if mocking the crucifix, Shiemi's body had been the exact opposite of looking alive. Her blood dripped from gouges over her body, and her hair was soaked in it.
But most of all, it killed all hope in those who saw it.
This is a symbol of Loyalty, Exorcists.
Rin is now mine, this is his work.
And can I add, very, very willingly he had done this.
It is true artwork.
Satan had signed his name under his message, and also locked a lock in the souls of the to-be exorcists.
It was a lock that held any hope for Rin Okumera to ever be on their side again.
Even Izumo had lost all hope. She closed herself off, and only spoke when spoken to. She mourns the loss of Rin Okumera, and scorns the demon that had taken her place and killed Shiemi.
She was never true friends with the blonde who wanted so badly to be her friend, but the Tamer had grown on her.
Closing her eyes, she had her arms crossed.
Bon walked up to Okumera. "When you find out, no, as soon as you find out, you tell us. We deserve this."
The teen looked down.
"Well..."
"Well what!?" Bon said, moving closer
"There is a small lead..."
"We are going, find a way, pull strings, do whatever is necessary. I know I speak for our whole class when I say, we need this.
Yukio looked up. "Fine." He said his voice strained. He was the only one who had not given up completely. He wanted his brother back, desperately.
He was painfully aware he was their enemy now, and it hurt, godammit it hurt.
"Do this, for us." The Exwire said, then left, bag flipped over his shoulder.
Slowly, the others left as well.
Izumo was last, and before she left, she turned to Yukio.
"I wish it wasn't true either," she admitted. "But, it's very obvious who he has sided with..."
She then turned to leave moving slowly, her broken spirit obvious. Her pigtails flew behind her, and the glimmer of tears shined in her plum eyes.
"It hurts, to know you can still have hope when I can't. I honestly resent you for it sometimes."
Her voice was laced with sorrow as she left the room, tears falling.
The classroom was silently still then, except the single Coltar that flew lazily through it.
Again, Please Review! I hope you guys don't hate this chapter, cause I feel like you will cause that is my life is right now.
*Optimistic smile that really isint.*