《Vanilla Smoke (Blue Exorcist)》Chapter 24
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After a few hours of selling whatever food they had made, Rin and Shima being more or less, unsuccessful, their supervisor, the teacher that was their chaperone for this "mission", decided to show his face. Their mission included helping him and his wife run their beach shop, some mission.
Teacher Sideburns finally showed up for the first time all day, dressed from the beach, "Good work boys! I am truly blessed to have such wonderful students under my wing." Shuku deadpanned, he was in Bermuda shorts and a flowered shirt and was waving a fan to cool himself off. "By the way, how's business?" He asked, and the boys stayed silent, then the teacher noticed Shuku selling ice cream.
"Oh, Shuku? I never knew you were a fine young lady. And what are you selling, I do believe you were given a free day?" He asked and Shuku looked over at him, resisting the urge to shoot daggers at him, both rhetorically and literally.
"I was, I'm just low on money at the moment so I'm doing this at the moment to earn some extra cash, would you like to buy some?" Shuku offered, and the teacher looked over at the ice cream.
"Alright," The teacher said hesitantly, "I'll take a medium cup of the orange one." The teacher exchanged money and Shuku handed him a clear cup with The orange ice cream in it. The teacher inspected it, then took a bite.
"Hm, this is really good! I've never had mango ice cream before. I can't really tell you to stop and your products are good, you may continue selling your product." He walked away contently with his cup of ice cream, and Shuku sighed.
Shuku stood at her stand and sold her ice cream, while the boys really didn't sell anything.
"Hey, Shuku?" Rin asked, and she turned her head over to him, her hat tilting. "Yes Rin?"
"If you want, I could take over your stand for a bit while you go swim. I mean, you haven't gone anywhere near the water-" Shuku raised her hand stopping Rin.
"Thanks but no thanks. I'm better off over here than near the water. Plus I need the money so I can continue eating." Shuku said, selling another scoop.
"Why not, you've made enough money for at least another two months?"
"I don't.... swim." Skuku replied reluctantly. Then they saw Izumo being dragged ashore by someone. Shuku quickly packed up her stand, selling one last scoop, then throwing the Ice cream into the cooler and throwing her hoodie on over her swimsuit before running after Shima and Rin, cooler in tow.
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"Hey! Are you ok?!" Rin shouted, running over to polka-brow, and the kid that had saved her, he had a bruise on his forehead and chin.
"Hey, hope you know how luck you are? Where the guy who saved you? He leave already?"
After that, Shuku turned around, and noticed a crowd of people running over to an elevated area. Shuku left, more interested in the huge crowd than what happened with Polka-brow, and no one seemed to notice. She picked up the cooler and ran up the the cliff that started to where the town was, then over to wear all the people were. Shuku froze, ohhhh SHIT. A fair portion of the sea was black, and her first thought was 'demon'. After a few minutes, the others joined her. Almost as shocked as her.
"Hey! What is that?" Rin asked, staring at the portion of the black ocean.
"Whatever it is, it can't be good." Shima added. And Shuku nodded.
"It's a demon." Shuku's head snapped over to a small old man holding a staff. So she was right. "It said that when the turns black as ink, a demon the size of a small mountain will rise from it. And destroy everything." Slowly, SHuku was mentally cursing the luck of the universe.
"Where'd you hear that?" Rin asked the old man, and Shuku fidgeted with her pen, then took it out and gave it a small puff.
"It's a legend that's been passed down for generations. Mercy on us." The old man prayed, then he motioned for them to follow. Shuku, already wearing her backpack, and having her cooler slung over her other shoulder, followed.
The old man lead them into the forest, and to an old shrine, obscured by plant life. On the front of it was a painting of the ocean and a gigantic squid. Shuku really wasn't a fan of the ocean, and this wasn't helping.
"Uh, What is that?" Rin asked, looking at the big stone picture
"A votive tablet. 400 years ago, this temple's priest made it." The old man explained.
"That's a big squid. Like really big." Shima said, staring at the picture.
"Hey Rin?" Shuku smirked, and Rin looked over at her, "How much calamari do you think that one squid could make?" Rin stayed silent, and no one answered her rhetorical question.
"The sea had turned black from the ink of that monster." The old man said.
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"Yeah, but, that's just a story, isn't it?" Izumo asked.
"Most stories were once nonfiction. Everything has an inspiration, whether the story is exaggerated or not is the question." Shuku said lowly.
"I wish it were. We experienced this 6 months ago. The sea turned black just like today. And a fisherman set out on his boat to drive away the demon." The old man turned toward them, "But to this day, that man has not returned." Shuku's eye darkened. She really didn't like the ocean.
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They walked back to the hotel they were staying at. Shuku had stopped along the way to put her boots and shorts back on. She had also summoned Hebimaru back, and he curled up on her shoulders, as she tugged the cooler along. His tongue flickered out every now and then. She walked in front of Izumo and behind Shima.
"Just our luck. I didn't think we'd be hearing about demons this far from school." Shima said, hand on the back of his head.
"Technically there's demons almost everywhere, not just at school Shima." Shuku commented.
"Don't you think it would be cool if our very first mission was to go and kill that demon." Rin said. Shuku didn't think so and wanted no part of it. Rin bumped into someone after his unreasonable statement. "What the hell?" He asked himself.
"Ow... watch where you're going!" The kid from before shouted. Since Shuku had kinda ditched everyone, she didn't really know the kid.
"Look, out little friends back." Shima said, drawing out his sentence.
"You know, we were worried about you, where'd you disappear to?" Rin asked the kid. He had dark brown hair and sun tanned skin.
"Nowhere!" he replied, huffing then turning his back towards them. Shuku mentally sighed.
"Nowhere huh? Man, you are one hard headed kid." Rin said, touching the place where the kid had probably run into him.
"You're telling me!" Izumo huffed, touching her forehead. Shuku blinked, and looked at Hebimaru, if he decided to eat the kid, that would be bad.
The kid turned around and looked at Polka-brow, "Does your head still hurt?" He asked, sounding concerned.
"Yeah, of course it does." Izumo replied quickly, and Shuku sighed, same as ever. The kid looked down.
"Sorry about that." The kid apologise, and Izumo looked almost shocked.
"Come on kid, you had to see us coming your way, didn't you? You could have just given us a little room to get by." Rin said. Shuku noticed Hebimaru eyeing Rin's catsi that was laying across his shoulder, and Shuku glared at him.
The kid turned back around, "No way! My dad told me that a real man walks a straight path and that's all I was doing." The kid said, and Shuku sighed.
"I think he meant that metaphorically. And besides, if you only go straight, you're gonna wind up lost." Shima commented.
"No one's that dumb!" Rin smiled.
"Do any of you know how to get to the pet store?" The boy asked, and Shuku deadpanned, then took a puff from her pen. She should get to the hotel before all the ice cream melts.
"Huh?" the boys said in unison. Was this kid serious?
"I need to get to the pets store," He took a slip of paper out from his pocket and held it up. "I drew a map of it but I can't find it." Shuku dead panned again. The map was simply drawn and had no details whatsoever. Just a bunch of lines.
"Yeah...." Shima sighed.
"Yeah what?" The kid asked, "You got a problem with that?!"
"Hey." Shuku said, catching everyone's attention for a moment. "If you guys are gonna take this brat to the pet store," Shuku was interrupted by the kid.
"Hey! I'm a man, not a brat!" The kid complained. Shuku shot the kid a glare at him for interrupting her, then continued.
"Could you pick up something for Hebimaru? I'm gonna go back to the hotel before my ice cream melts, and to put something on my sunburn, later" Shuku waved over to the rest of her group before walking ahead to the hotel.
Honestly, This was all going to tie together, and Shuku decided she was glad to be labeled as "emergency backup". The farther the better.
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