《Vanilla Smoke (Blue Exorcist)》Chapter 2
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Shuku sat in the back of the middle row, watching the room, and fiddling with the things in his jacket pockets. Other than Shuku, there was a few other kids in the room. Two girls talked quietly, a group of three guys did the same but on the opposite side of the room. A blonde kid played with a puppet with his eyes closed. A hooded person sat in the back, playing on some gaming device. He looked lazily over to the door as none other than Rin walked in, the little dog, or clown, followed. A small smile tugged at Shuku's mouth, but he didn't let it show.
The 'son of Satan' was now in training to be an exorcist. Shuku was right to follow the Okumura kid around, interesting story.
"I'm Rin Okumura. Nice to meet cha" Rin introduced in a stuck up way.
Shuku scoffed, which sadly caught Idiots attention. He blinked, and sat down two desks in front of Shuku. Front row seats. Rin talked quietly to the dog, and Shuku couldn't hear what the conversation was about. Flipping his hood over his head, and putting his feet up on his desk, Shuku leaned back and closed his eyes, gripping onto one of the items in his jacket pockets. Pulling it out, he stared tossing it up in the air and catching it by the tip. The item was a pen.
Everyone in the room now had their respective names from Shuku. Of the three boys, there was Skunk, Pinkett, and Nerd. Of the two girls, there was Chipmunk and Polka-brow. The other two was Puppet and ... Shuku couldn't think of a nickname for that guy. Then of course there was Clown in dog form, and Idiot. Skunk turned and gave Shuku a dirt look, that Shuku returned with a cruel, cold smile and Skunk turned back around, seeming fairly startled.
The door opened once again and Shuku snatched his pen out of the air mid-fall, got his feet off the table, sat correctly in his chair, and flipped his hood off. A few heads turned at the sudden noise of his chair hitting the floor, then met the gaze of their new teacher. Shuku couldn't help but let out an amused grunt. Glasses walked in, much to Rin's shock.
"I'm your instructor, my name is Yukio Okumura." Glasses started as he scanned the room, his eyes paused on Rin for a moment, passing right over Shuku.
Rin got up in shock. "Yukio!" His sudden outburst drawing the attention of the few people that were in the room to him.
"Hello there everyone, I am Yukio Okumura. I am the new teacher from the Anti-Demon Pharmaceutics class." Glasses continued, completely ignoring Rin. Shuku knew the two were most likely brothers, but they seemed the same age. Fraternal twins?
Chipmunk and Polka- brow said some typical pleasantries, calling him, Mr. Okumura, and Pinkett was much more casual about saying hello. Idiot continued his outbursts. Glasses completely ignored him, then said he would like to be called teacher. Then started his backstory, followed with commentary from Idiot. Started at 7, and finished two years ago, so he's been an exorcist since he was 13. Shuku started tossing his pen in the air again, only half paying attention.
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"Ok, so let's get started. Is there anyone in class who has not yet received a temptate?" Teacher Glasses asked.
Skunk, Chipmunk, and Hoodie... yeah that would work. Those three raised their hands.
"Three, so in that case, let's start with the temptate ritual." Yukio began, "The room where in isn't normally used so goblins moved in. Now goblins, if you didn't already know, are a type of demon."
"Is this place safe?" Chipmunk asked, a small tone of worry in her voice. Shuku scoffed, he had seen those before, he just kicked them off.
"Yes it's safe. A goblin is a low-level demon. A mischief maker, so they're perfect for rituals like this." Glasses continued.
Shuku identified the look on Yukio's face, a closely guarded one. In a sudden burst, Rin slammed himself up and facing the Teacher an angered look in his eye. Shuku stopped with his pen and slid it back into his jacket pocket, and grasped something larger, but didn't dare take it out. A demon was a demon, no matter how small, or how human they seemed. Shuku glanced at Rin, who still seemed shell-shocked about it all. That demon, was one he wanted to watch though, but without letting him know he had an audience.
"Hey Yukio-" Rin started, but was cut off by Glasses.
"Class is in session, would you please sit down." Glasses said sternly, all cold. Ha, Shuku smirked, this was getting better by the second.
He continued explaining about the demon know as a Goblin, but Shuku focused purely on Okumura kid. From his position, Skuku couldn't see the expression on his face, but no doubt were the wheel finally turning in his head. He shouted at the teacher again, and was ignored, no reaction at all. Shuku's grip tightened on what he had, ready to take it out if needed.
Glasses continued his rant, taking out a vile of old animal blood. Rin got up and grabbed onto Yukio's arm, stopping him. Slowly, Shuku started to drag out what he had hidden away in his jacket.
"Hold up a sec, we need to talk man. Right now!" Idiot exclaimed grasping Yukio's arm.
The cool facade still up, Glasses responded, "What do you want to talk about?" A colder smile spread across Shuku's face, here is the drama. If he thought about it just enough, Shuku could pinpoint almost what exactly was going on. From the way glasses acted, something happened that had to do with his brother and was angered, not to count the fact that his brother was a demon. And Idiot wanted answers. If that wasn't it, then it was some other misunderstanding.
"Don't play dumb!" Girls let out startled gasps, Shuku smirked, and loosened his grip on what he had his hands on, but didn't let go. Skunk narrowed his eyes, at Idiot.
"Fine if that's the way you want it." Yukio replied cooly, "Sorry class, would everyone please step out and wait in the hall. There's something I have to discuss with Mr. Okumura in private." He asked politely. Shuku released his grip and let his hand fall to his side.
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"Geez, that kids a huge pain in the ass." Skunk huffed.
"Aw, just as it was getting good too." Shuku sighed to no one but himself.
Following the others, Shuku grabbed his backpack and left the room, and leaned up against the wall, bag resting on his one shoulder. That left a pissy demon in a room with his brother. Man, did he want to see what would happen next.
"Hey, jerk in the hoodie." Shuku looked up and was met with a face to face with Skunk.
"Hm, what's up?" Shuku replied, not really caring what he had to say.
"The name's Ryuji Suguro, do you have any deal what happened back there with that Asshole?" Skunk asked, seeming like he was pissed.
"Shuku. Probably some family drama or misunderstanding, wish I could see what happening' in there though." Shuku responded coolly, pulling out a cold, metal object that was shaped like a pen.
Sticking the tip of the pen in his mouth, Ryuji watched as the pen thing heated up and Shuku breathed in. After a moment, he blew a stream of white smoke out of his mouth, though a bit came out of his nose as well. It smelt like a vanilla.
"Are you smoking in the middle of the school? You can get in some serious trouble for that, and why does it small like vanilla." Nerd asked Shuku. Several other turned to see where the white smoke had come from. Polka-brow seemed discussed, while Chipmunk was more curious to what the pen thing that the guy had was.
Ryuji glared at Shuku or him having blown the white smoke in his face. "Nah, that's bad for you. This is vapor, just water with a bit of vanilla extract. I seriously couldn't give two shits if I was caught. It's not smoking and there's no rule against it." Shuku shrugged and gave Skunk an indifferent look.
"What's your deal anyways? You already act like you don't care-" Skunk started, but Shuku cat him off.
"Cause I don't. So don't get you panties in a twist about it. Just do what you-" Shuku was cut off by Skunk grabbing him and pinning him to the wall by the neck, his face red in anger.
"If you don't care, why are you here? Don't you have any goals to accomplish as an Exorcist?! I hate guys like you who seem to have no resins for doing anything!" Ryuji growled, and Shuku gave him an ice cold stare before raising the vapor pen to his mouth again and blowing the vanilla scented vapor in his face in an unspoken challenge.
"H-hey Bon! I don't think it's a smart idea to start picking fights on our first day!" Pinkett exclaimed, Nerd agreeing.
"Shut it Shima!" Skunk snapped, looking like he was trying to glare holes through Shuku's head.
"If you want an honest answer, I did it for entertainment, for fun. I had a way in, and I took it. As for my goals, there is one specific demon I wish to kill, and anyone who get's in my way will end up injured, or dead. So put me down, before I have to take necessary measures." Shuku's said quietly, his eyes hardened, showing no prove that he was kidding. Ryuji faltered for a second before slamming Shuku up against the wall even harder. Shuku's hand fell from his mouth, as he slipped his vapor pen back in his hoodie, then grabbed the same thing he had in his hand earlier.
"You two, cut it out. No one should get injured in your stupid argument! Put Shuku down and just leave each other alone." Polka-brow intervened.
Skunk released his grip and Shuku let out a few ragged breaths but quickly recovered before anyone could notice. A few wisps of smoke coming out of his mouth that had been trapped in his lungs because of the sudden interruption. Skunk backed off and Polka- brow and Chipmunk came over.
"Are you alright? You wouldn't have actually hurt Ryuji right?" Chipmunk asked, her tone full of worry for someone she she didn't even know. Why was that?
"Of course he wouldn't, that would get him kicked from the program. Plus I don't think Shuku could take on Ryuji anyways, it's called a good bluff." Polka- brow stated, he nose up in the air.
"You shouldn't judge anyone one Izumo, how do you know Shuku can't stand his ground?" Chipmunk supported Shuku.
"Your friend right, that's kind of rude. That is unless you wish to what I'm capable of yourself?" Shuku smirked and got into a mock fighting position, just to mess with her.
The blush on the purple haired girl's face was clear as day. "I-I think I'll pass." She scoffed before walking away. Chipmunk smiled apologetically before following.
"Wow, he totally just hit on Izumo. You think I could ask how he did it?" Shima gawked. He had tried to as well, but to no avail.
"That guy gets on my nerves. Just as much, if not more than Okumura for interrupting class." Ryuji scoffed, completely ignoring Shima's obvious praise for the guy.
Everyone turned to face the door as it opened up. "Sorry to keep you waiting, class. Shall we continue our lesson for today." Yukio appeared, seeming much happier that before. Shuku smirked and walked into the room, eyes closed. Guess that's done with. Opening his eyes, Shuku blinked in surprise at the wrecked room.
"What the actual fuck happened in here?"
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