Ice blue eyes were the popular talk of the school. A Euro-Japanese looking boy with striking blue eyes walking the halls. Not the tallest boy but one of the most physically fit boy in the school. He wasn't the smartest boy, allowing others to study with him making him feel approachable, yet could cook like an angel. The girls had taken to swooning over the active psuedo loner, enjoying the open personality but easily known to be hiding secrets. No one knew where he lived. All that was known about his personal life was that he was a twin and he admired the younger twin and his acceptance to the prestigious True Cross Academy.

"He's so cute."

"Almost like a puppy."

"I wonder if his brother is like him?"

"Only smarter."

"Bet you the brother is conceded going to a high end academy."

"Hey guys. What's everyone talking about?" Rin asked approaching the group. All people in his class, two boys, three girls welcomed the shorter student with hugs, smiles, hair ruffling and a response.

"Nothing important Okumura. Nothing at all."

"Hm. Alright then."

"Ready for the English test today Okumura?"

"Yes," Rin moaned looking instantly exhausted and haunted mentally. A slight horrified expression blooming on his face. It was an expression the students were familiar with. It was one that promised he had a grueling night of studying with one of his unknown tutors Rin had mentioned once before. The two boys laughed at Rin's misfortune.

"That bad of a study session?"

"I hope to high heavens above, you never have a tutor like mine."

"I don't know man, if it actually gives me a perfect score on a test then I might."

Rin quirked a brow and stared at the boy.

"No. No you would not."

This was a day like every other day. Where theories of Rin would occasionally be brought up as the cute mystery boy when he inevitably dissappeared right after school or study. Why he'd occasionally have an unexplained cut or bruise, usually well treated and cared for. But for the girls of the school, he was a desirable mystery.

Rin parried another blow from Michael avoiding the opposing holy blade. His demon blood stewed under his skin wanting to boil over and defend him from the holy energy. But his blood remained locked up with his heart under the temple where Father Fujimoto and the monks remained. As such, he fought more akin to a blessed human. Much like as he was told, Joan de Arc.

"Faster Rin. Demons can come at you at any speed."

"Hai."

Rin didn't stop as he sent in his own thrust, barely nicking Michael's skin. No anger was in his eyes. But satisfaction as Rin had drawn blood without assistance from an outside source.

"There's something going on over there!" a foriegn voice called out. Rin grunted and sheathed his sword as Michael stood back. Rin took a few deep breaths to control his heart beat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood tall, his face taking on a familiar confused expression. Ready to fight with his fists if need be against any punk looking to make trouble with him in the abandoned building he was training in.

The door opened up and there stood who only could be described as an angel wannabe in human skin.

White clothes with occasional red or gold trim and accessories adorning his body. Long blonde hair pulled into a lush ponytail. A chiseled face with no stray hair or blemish present.

Rin's blazing icy blue eyes met concieted and darker sky blue ones. In haste, the man pulled out a blade. Michael shifted seeing it.

"Rin, you need to listen to me," Michael began.

"Don't move!" the blond man called out. Rin held still, acknowledging that now might not be the time to be a smartass.

"The blade he is using is called Caliburn."

"On your knees!"

"It's Excalibur's demonic twin blade."

The man approached Rin as he complied.

"He is no doubt an exorcist. Most likely with the Vatican-" Michael continued as the man circled Rin. With the comment out in the open for Rin, he spoke.

"Have mercy on me-"

"I didn't tell you you could talk."

Rin didn't falter, keeping an even tone of one of the psalms he had memorized.

"-my God, have mercy on me, for in you I take refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed."

He could practically feel the two sets of eyes boring into him. One of the purest, tensing for a fight should the angelic looking human strike, and the curious glance from the angelic man himself.

"A bit young to be out in the field yourself. What were you fighting child?" the man took on a more curious tone as others raced in, panting at their own exhaustion trying to keep up with the man.

"Arthur! Sir please you can't just run in alone."

"No worries. He's just some punk kid. Nothing I can't handle."

Michael's wings bristled. Rin did his best not to flinch as a shrill and loud whistle echoed in his ear. He didn't react though hearing Metatron fly into the building. Brilliantly bold wings sliding through the glass with his own blade in hand. A golden glistening scimitar with wing design etched into the hilt.

"I can't believe you weren't paying attention Michael."

"The mission was to send Hobgoblins back to Gehenna. Training afterward wasn't supposed to cause issue."

"Does it ever occur to you that it isn't just angels who perform these missions?"

Michael glared.

"Is fighting really all that's on your brain now a days?!"

"Sir?"

"Search the place for the targets," Arthur commanded.

"Y-Yes sir!"

Once again it appeared as though only Rin and the Arthur fellow were in the room as the angels were vieled from the average man's sight. Rin glanced over at Calibur, the demon sword matched to his own Excalibur. Did that make his sword an Ex-demon then?

He risked a glance towards Metatron who was glaring at Calibur.

Rin soon found out why.

"Oh Angel-sama, there seems to be devine presense here," a voice from the sword sang. Rin made the mistake of jumping in shock at the sword speaking. A single, surpringly smooth hand latched firmly on his shoulder, holding him in place.

"No doubt you can see demons if you can hear the voice of my sword." He elegantly pulled the sword from it's sheath as he held Rin.

"Show me Calibur where the devine lie."

It was Michael who took action as he jumped behind Rin, his wings unfurling wide releasing his own holy presence of battle into the room in waves, then wrapping them comfortingly around Rin. It was a gesture Metatron had taken to doing to him after his instance of being summoned, and Haniel when he found out Metatron was doing it. Rin could feel the purifying light and energy dance across his skin as it seeped into his clothing, tainting them with angelic touch.

Of course, to the human eye, the effect is different. His face recieved a soft glow to it, eyes almost luminescent in the abandoned building. Even his clothes looked brighter despite the obvious grime from a scuffle of some sort.

"Right before you Angel-sama," the voice spoke in a slightly more terse voice. Arthur didn't seem to pick up on the displeasure though as Metatron spoke, "He cannot lie, as the demon twin of Exacilbur, he is bound to similar rules. He grows weaker when accosted with known lies from himself or his wielder. You cannot trust him, but he will never lie. That being said, he made a deal with Sandalphon a few centuries back and can't entirely disclose our locations."

Rin blinked at the knowledge as Angel stared at the only other person he knew of in the room.

His hand left Rin's shoulder and grabbed his chin, making their eyes meet.

"Have you been blessed against demons child?"

Rin didn't answer immediately.

"Demons? Surely you're mistaken. I see things, but my father told me such creatures I see don't truly exist."

Metatron snorted. Leave it to Rin to tell an untruthful truth. Fujimoto said demons existed in the hearts of men. And he discouraged belief in the physical form. So the words were true enough. But he never said demons didn't exist.

"I don't live under his roof anymore."

"Literally," Metatron snorted. Arthur's eyes softened slightly. He recalled his own growing up where his family had tried to have institutionalized for what he could see. He knew he wasn't crazy.

"Well, no more of that."

"Excuse me?"

"You'll be coming with me. I know a few individuals who would be happy to have your talent."

"Don't I get a say in this?"

"You won't get a say if you're dead."

"You'd kill me!?" Rin cried out.

"Heavens no! But a child with divine energy who can see demons? You're lucky to be alive now!"

"Is this a kidnapping?" Michael asked Metatron.

"It better not be."

"Are you kidnapping me?" Rin spoke for the angels and his own curiousity.

"If you will not come willingly and it keeps you safe, then yes," he responded using the butt of his sword on Rin's head. The force knocking him unconscious.

It was one week after Rin was last seen that posters were put up. Worried students for the missing boy in their school. Friends pulled pictures and made collages to go on missing posters in an effort for someone to recognize their missing friend. Online, on poles, any method they could think of. They hadn't known him long, but they knew he wouldn't just disappear like he had.

Some speculated there was a family emergency, but not a one knew Rin's twin's name. And Okumura wasn't exactly a rare name either. So worry and watchful eyes went hand in hand, wondering what had happened to their mysterious puppy dog like boy.

Another chapter... IS HERE!

So yeah. just chugging along actual plot it looks like. I am vaguely going in a direction.