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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Full of Hate & Dread   Tue Jun 17, 2014 4:59 am


It's practically old news when a teenager tells others how boring schools are, and how almost every single teacher is out to grab and rip their tongues out. Students were practically bred with sayings that enforced how cruel the world was, and how it was based on the premise of "every man for himself." If anything, it was a dumb saying and Renzo will have no damn idea why it's so popular among teenagers; to hate school, to hate life and all that. Ironically, Renzo adopted that philosophy too. He promoted slacktivism by never participating in any activities, just having his legs kicked up onto a seat and letting others do most of the work while he also simultaneously picked his nose or something. He was, in one word, a hypocrite.

At this point though, who wasn't a hypocrite? People tell others how it is when they disagree, but the moment they conform to the opposite thoughts they forget how they felt a moment ago. Renzo was different. He knew when he was contradicting himself and always acknowledged it mentally, destroying any self-worth that he may have had in the past. There was always a tinge of destruction when his words were nullified by his own words, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. Everyone was a hypocrite, he'd repeat. But the ability to realize his hypocrisy and learning from it made him different.

In all honesty, Renzo didn't understand why he felt that way. Being brought in some traditional household with a history of generations that hunted demons, nevertheless, was still obstructed at the moment of his conformity. He was like a flower taken care of to extreme expenses, looking colorful; bright; and just perfect. But when he lacked the ingredients to maintain that perfection, his structure just crumbled down. It was like being a pyramid and having all the levels stacked away one by one until it reached ground level. He didn't like it.

Renzo sat alone at lunch with his feet on the table, both legs crossed over each other in a deliberate fashion. His head was pulled back and being supported by two of his arms, looking leisurely as possible. Covering his ears was a pair of headphones, obscuring any unwanted noise from interacting with him (if they're human) or from just annoying him (if they're just sounds). He hated how loud children were during lunch. Was there really any necessity to shout at the top of your lungs? It's like a bad chain effect. People talk loud, others talk louder, other groups talk louder, and it goes on forever until it becomes an absolute mess or someone yells 'shut up' through a microphone.

The food was stale on the table laying right next to his slender legs, untouched and uneaten. Renzo didn't really like the food here. He's been trying his best to like it, but none of it was really to his liking. The music blaring through his ear equipment changed to a cheery one, and he just bobbed his head to it. His eyes were shut to keep others away from him if bobbing his head alone wasn't weird enough to scare them away. People had odd senses of curiosity. At least some enough to poke him in the shoulder to make sure he was okay.

Teenagers screamed. Teachers yelled. Foods dropped. Everything was annoying, yet the only thought Renzo could bring up was his lifelong goal to destroy Satan. Sadly, to reach him, he had to destroy one of the demon's products--his son, Rin Okumura. The guy's been missing for a while, and Renzo questioned himself why he stayed behind. Somewhere behind his heart, he felt that the half-demon child would return to the town as if nothing happened. And when he does come back, Renzo will take the chance to give him the message.

"Um, excuse me?" A voice spoke into his mind, ignoring all the destructive sound booming from his headphones. It was like someone spoke to him telepathically, and he freaked out a bit at first, almost falling onto the ground but luckily gaining composure. He took his headpiece off to be met with the noise of children again much to his displeasure. There was a girl standing in front of him, dressed in a uniform with some personal touches to it. She was short and okay-looking, standing straight to probably look feminine as possible and to show off her... whatever thing she was trying to show off.

"Do you need something?" Renzo asked a little harsher than he intended for it to. The girl frowned like she was offended, her bottom lip pouting a bit. She began to repeatedly dab her index fingers together at the tip, red dyeing her cheeks. Renzo was confused at first, but he did get it afterwards that this girl was trying to flirt with him somehow. He looked her up and down once more to access it, then just clicked his tongue once. "So... you just gonna stand there?" he added. Was this girl going to go all telepathic again? He hoped not. It stroke at his brain like swords clanging against a metal pipe.

"I... I just... thought that maybe you could take me on a date?" she said in an annoyingly girly way. Renzo shifted a bit to sit a little bit upright.

"I don't even know you." he replied bluntly, taking a sip from his water bottle that was sat on the ground next to his seat.

"You could get to know me...?" she insisted.

"No thanks, I don't date conceited whores who think they deserve everything." He turned away to his original position, closed his eyes, and put on his headphones back again. The exorcist could practically feel the girl stomping away back to her table in anger, probably telling her little buddies about how much of a douchebag he is. Renzo didn't want to come off as a douchebag, but some had to be put in their places. He sighed, just wishing for this day to already be over.


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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Full of Hate & Dread   Tue Jun 17, 2014 12:39 pm

The first day back at school after some time away is probably one of the worst. You get those inevitable looks from others that can be taken as if people are treating you like an outcast - though, Rin on the other hand was used to such looks. He hadn't been so popular to tell the truth when he had attended Karakura High prior to his year leave; he would always bring attention to himself in a negative way - whether it'd be pulling pranks or teasing others, if his actions gathered attention, he was content. He had just wanted to be noticed after all.

The rainy season was still upon Karakura but today consisted of overcast for the most part, forecasting to rain around the time school would end. But through all this, the humidity was something that would still stay, making the rain having not really any impact in the temperature but rather being plainly an advantage for those growing crops.

Rin's trip abroad had matured him greatly and as Rin stepped that first step within the grounds of the school he attended, he couldn't help but keep the single thought of wanting to be different - he wanted to make a friend, perhaps two. He didn't really want to be seen as the prankster anymore
and simply wanted to blend in with the crowd. He enjoyed the fact that there were a select few that knew of his heritage and he was careful with whom he told what he truly was to, in fact, Rin hadn't told /anyone/ of his true heritage and wanted it to stay that way for once. Hiis slight pointed ears in his human form could easily be concealed behind his blue spiked hair but his sharp fang like teeth were a little harder to hide; this meant that most he met may in fact catch on he wasn't exactly, 'normal' - and Rin truly hated that, being told he was an outcast, looked at like one or even treated like one. He hadn't ever asked to be this way and as it was a part of him, he had to live with it - why couldn't others?

The boy hadn't been in any of the morning classes, he'd only been in Karakura for a couple days now. He knew he should really spend a little more time with getting back on his feet but he finally deciding to go back to the school a few days earlier to begin his studies once again. The clock had only recently sent out the signal for the bells to ring out for the lunch hour - the cafeteria was packed with juniors to seniors. Having his next period as a free study one, Rin decided to enter the Cafeteria during the final ten minutes. His slender hands grabbed a tray as it was then soon pushed
against the metal poles attached to the kitchen walls, minute by minute piling up with food before he finally came to paying. His eyes looked around the Cafeteria room for a place to sit; even at this time, there were still way too many students eating, more laughing way too loud and Rin didn't really want to go anywhere near people he didn't know just yet. His boots stepped along the ground, the sound being mixed up in the midst of everything else going on before soon coming to a halt. The table his eyes locked on wasn't exactly empty and in fact as he came upon to it, a young female was just storming off. Rin looked over the man's appearance he had come across, his pink hair was certainly something new to him and the man clearly hadn't really come in to the Cafeteria to eat - the stale food lay by his feet that had been crossed upon the table casually.

It was only polite to ask someone if they could sit with them but it was also polite to not interrupt others if they were listening to music, Rin had always thought if someone had headphones on then it'd mean they clearly didn't want to converse with anyone. Confused slightly by the gesture, he brought his tray to the opposite side of the table - his bag quietly setting down on the chair adjacent to himself followed by the red long cloth that held his sword, Kurikara. Rin hadn't ever unsheathed such a thing on school grounds and had always tried to convince others that it was some sort of instrument; having a sword in school would have been the same as having a gun in school in some aspects. But Rin couldn't really survive that well without Kurikara by his side, it was the very sword that held his true power and being away from it wouldn't kill him but after sometime would certainly begin making him weaker and weaker.

The boy looked back up towards Shima quietly, watching the man's head bop to the track he was playing - Rin's sensitive ears twitched at this, trying to hear to what he was listening to but the sound only mixed upon the voices of everyone else in the room. With a soft sigh, his eyes locked back towards his own tray - beginning to eat before watching everyone else around the room, hoping that he could be involved in conversations soon with new-made friends.

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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Full of Hate & Dread   Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:13 pm


Renzo could feel the outdoors rain shrouding him in some kind of gloom even though he was inside, and it was a bit... depressing. Every little raindrop signified the sweat and work he poured into his work as an exorcist, almost his entire life dedicated to the cause--to kill Satan. The music continuously blaring through his eardrums veiled the noise of the rain, but he could still feel each individual thumping channeling through his chest. It felt like someone was beating an instrument against his heart repeatedly, and it hurt. The good thing about rain was how soothing it felt, but its significance felt like it was doing the opposite. Renzo was uncomfortable.

The amount of students in the cafeteria at this time was unbearable that he couldn't lock himself in his own world if it weren't for his nifty little headphones, and even then he could hear the muffled versions of their voices just yipping and yapping about nonsense. Renzo was usually a laidback guy, and he still is, but he didn't know much people in this school despite how long he's been waiting and attending it to get a chance at finding Rin. The music changed into a little depressing one, and he opened his eyes to pick up his player. He scrolled through his list of songs and chose one that was a bit more upbeat. There was just no need for depressing music.

That's when he caught a glimpse of the returnee, Rin Okumura, his target and the prized son of Satan. Renzo didn't know how to initiate himself for the first time, just sitting there with a dumbfounded expression as the demon child acquired food ad tried to look for some place to sit. A part of the exorcist wanted to give Rin a seat right next to him, but another part of him wanted the kid dead. It turned out the exorcist didn't have to initiate anything at all as he saw the boy walk closer to his table. Nonchalantly, Renzo closed his eyes and pretended to be absorbed into his musical fascination. Was it his pink hair that caught Rin's attention? Probably, considering its state of popping out within the crowds.

Rin didn't say anything and just sat down, probably out of politeness for Renzo's little session of songs. That was very nice of him, but... odd for someone who was the literal spawn of Satan. The exorcist expected something a little more vehement, a little more aggressive, but this boy didn't look like he was that abnormal aside from his few minor physical traits. He genuinely acted like a normal human boy, and Renzo began questioning his motives for hunting him. Sure he was the son of Satan, but was Satan really that into taking care of any stray children that he may have bore into the world? The exorcist was... curious, but he decided against saying anything yet.

He saw the sword next to Rin's bag, and Renzo would notice that anywhere; Kurikara. It was a well-known sword among the exorcists as one of the most powerful against demons. But it didn't make sense for a demon to have it, did it? Unless the boy was hunting for demons the sword wasn't all that useful. Sure it did damage, but its priority were demons, and Renzo just couldn't help but feel confused at the corner of a single squinting eye. Yet he still refrained from saying anything. He just subtly watched the demon eat his food quietly, though not as quietly as he wished.

Renzo finally had to say something to break the ice, taking off his headphones and leaving it hanging around his neck. The music lowered down, not that it was needed in the first place. His kuk'ri laid right below him on the ground, untouched. Clearing his throat, the pink-haired exorcist began to speak. "Nowhere to sit?" he asked with a smile, covering any hidden motives behind his happy-go-lucky expression. It was a facade to trick Rin into letting his guard down, but real nevertheless.


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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Full of Hate & Dread   Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:02 pm

How I missed the food here.

Rin had to be remembered of the half-awful food that the Cafeteria served, it wasn't that the cooks were 'bad' - they were just following the recipes given to them. It was just the food had no 'real' flavour, despite the fact that they would often serve the unhealthy junk such as pizza, fries, that sort of stuff. It tasted more like it was simply produced from powder if anything, stored away for years or more realistically it was just the school being cheap and going with what would help them save budget.

The young boy's tray consisted mainly of noodles, soup and a small bowl of fruit - topped up with a carbonated water beverage. Yes, Rin was quiet, he hadn't said most of the day other than when paying for his lunch just a moment ago so even if he was acting normal, what he did next certainly didn't compliment that behaviour. He'd decide it to be a good idea to pour the whole bowl of noodles in to his soup and to anyone it'd be like a kid from back in kindergarten playing around with his food to hopefully create the next best creation for the world to taste. But, little to most know - this was different. Rin actually had experience in cooking and above all his studies he was taking upon abroad, cooking was something he had been doing on the sideline, perfecting it to the best of his ability. He had a long way to go to be considered a proper Chef, for one, he didn't even have a job as such and only really cooked for himself.

The noodles were mixed up with the chicken noodle soup before Rin soon applied the small satches of pepper and salt within the bowl he had acquired from back at the front-house of the Cafeteria. Shortly after, he'd be seen mixing everything up, eating it down quickly soon after and it wasn't until he had a mouthful of noodles that the other student he shared a table with actually spoke. This in turn made Rin jump, he hadn't seen Shima take off his headphones as he had been so engrossed in perfecting the food more.

"Nowhere to sit?"

Was what made him jump from his seat, his azure eyes looked upon Shima and the caring smile that was radiating off the pink-haired face. Slightly embarassed at being caught at a bad time, Rin quickly swallowed his food, using a napkin to dab at his face - double checking he had no stranded parts of the noodles around his mouth. Was he trying to befriend Rin? Yeah, Rin wasn't all that great with making friends and he was clueless to Renzou's true motives but none of that made him at least /try/ to strike up a conversation, hoping to befriend the boy himself. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here..." He finally replied after some thought in the reply, his eyes looking over the full Cafeteria before back towards Renzou. "I mean, if you'd like me to move I can - I have a free period next so it's not like I'm missing out on much..." The boy soon smiled back, a small shroud of hope inside him hoped that he was doing the right thing, saying the right thing. "I take it you dislike the Cafeteria's food as well, I don't really blame you..."


The smile soon turned in to a grin, showing his fang-like teeth as they beared over at Shima; it wasn't like Rin /wanted/ anyone to know what his teeth were like, he forgot half the time really and only hoped that the opposing person he was conversing with wouldn't say anything about it. "I'm Rin, nice to meet you."

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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Full of Hate & Dread   Tue Jun 17, 2014 2:54 pm


Renzo put his legs down from the table, tapping gently on the floor to a nonexistent beat. His eyes were glinted in almost the same exact color as his hair, except maybe a little less brighter. The stale food stayed in front of him, so untouched that a random fly was convinced to hover around it like a relic. It even sat once or twice on it, but Renzo paid no mind to it. He wasn't going to touch the food yet. He'll probably dump it in someone's mouth who had the ability to digest food in extreme rates, like a walking garbage disposer. That's what he called anyone that was willing to take leftovers and get rid of it. Dogs tend to be walking garbage disposers.

He looked over at Rin's tray and saw that his foods were different. Not that much different, but different nevertheless in school standards. Renzo stared at it for a little longer, glancing back at his own sometimes before sighing. He put the tray to the side with his arm, the object gliding and squeaking very lightly against the table. He definitely was not in the mood to eat right now, especially when the spawn of Satan sat in front of him in his most vulnerable state. Renzo smirked inwardly, a variety of Rin's image being skewed in negative and positive ways. It was sickening. But it would result in the end of his work, and that was what's important.

Renzo couldn't help but chuckle a little bit when Rin jumped at his voice. It was like a little child playing with his toys, completely into his own world of imaginations, until the parent comes by to pull them out physically. Their eyes met each other and the exorcist kept up his smiling facade a little while longer. They weren't friends--opposites actually, but the least Renzo could do is be polite beforehand. He waited for the demon to reply, whom proceeded to dab his face with a napkin. The boy also had... manners of his own, something that deviated from the typical demon. "No, of course I don't mind!" he replied cheerfully. "You can stay all you want. It was getting lonely at this table anyways."

Renzo may not like the other teenagers that layered this cafeteria, but one thing he could definitely admit to was solitude wasn't the answer. His foot made contact with the rattling chains on his kuk'ri laying on the floor, but not loud to grab anyone's attention. His feet were shifting for odd reasons as if they had a mind of its own. As an act of friendliness, he scooted his seat closer to the table with his head balanced on top of his cupped hands. He sort of looked like someone's boss making grim decisions during a meeting of some kind.

"The food?" Renzo shrugged it off. "The food's alright, I guess," he lied. "I'm just not that hungry today." He would have to fill himself up with actually adaptable food at home instead of this garbage. In all honesty, the school's food was great. Compared to other schools it was almost outrageously good, but still very much subpar to homemade ones. Renzo would rather be eating his mother's little dumplings than a four-star looking steak from school and that was the truth of it all. His was kept straight with his new-found position.

His hair fluttered a bit as Rin introduced himself. Renzo nodded with a wide girn on his face. "I'm Renzo Shima."


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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Full of Hate & Dread   Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:21 pm

The little bites Rin had taken alone from his lunch were still enough to fill him up. He was a man with a huge appetite most of the time but he was still really recovering from jet-lag, the time difference was something Rin hadn't really thought off when on the plane back to Japan and it wasn't really until after he landed after the 14 hour flight that the need for sleep kicked in. Maybe if Shima or anyone for that matter spent the time studying Rin closely then they'd be able to tell Rin's tiredness from the slight dryness of his eyes or how frequently he'd yawn.

"You can stay all you want. It was getting lonely at this table anyways."

It wasn't long until the two began conversing, Rin sighed to himself in relief - quite happy he hadn't been kicked away from the table. It seemed the guy opposite him was just as cheerful as he was, it was quite rare to see someone so cheerful as a matter of fact other than himself. Most people probably found it weird to be over-excited or overly happy in a place that most would consider a prison, where teachers would lay work upon work for the students to do in aim to get them ready for their finals when truthfully it was taking their free-time away. It wasn't until the breaks or lunch-breaks you'd actually see people smiling really, happy to be free, even temporarily from the jails that were the classrooms.

"The food?"

Rin nodded as he looked upon Shima's food-filled tray once agian which at this stage one would be able to see an odd fly or two dancing around, trying to nab at something to eat. "The food's alright, I guess." That was something Rin also agreed with, it wasn't overly-disgusting and nor was it top-material; it could do with some improving but beyond all this; it was edible. "I'm just not that hungry today." Rin had an urge to ask why exactly Shima had even bothered to collect the lunch if he wasn't hungry but didn't really want to go prying, seeming like he was playing a game of 20 questions so he just decided against it.

"I'm Renzo Shima."

Rin grinned happily just as much as Shima had done as the two introduced themself; it was his first day back and he had already made a friend - at least that's what Rin saw it as. It wasn't really considered compulsary for one to ask if they'd like to be their friend, friendships just sort of formed, really. Though Rin really did think that the two were now friends, even if he couldn't read behind Shima's well faked-up attitude. He'd dab at his food once again, eating what he could before leaving the tray beside him, scooting slightly to one side so he was dead-opposite Shima now.

"Are you new here? I mean, like- did you transfer or anything? I don't remember seeing you before last year." The boy asked, he would've seen someone with Shima's coloured hair a mile away surely!
Perhaps it was weird for Shima to see someone, the very spawn of Satan, acting so innocent and happy. But truthfully, this is whom Rin really was. He didn't fight unless fought and if he could, he'd avoid using his flames but it was hard to avoid the inevitable. It would possibly come over a shock to others too if they heard that the Spawn of Satan hunted his own kind, demons. Kurikara was literally made to one day be broken so that the weilder, Rin, could unleash his full form and kill the innocent but that was actually Rin's worst fear and he'd do anything to prevent it from happening.


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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Full of Hate & Dread   Tue Jun 17, 2014 4:03 pm


Renzo observed the demon child a little further, trying to analyze him in ways that made him something that... wasn't demonic. Rin seemed to behave far from a typical demon, and that was very interesting to the exorcist, at least enough to bring him closer to investigating through social interactions. One thing was out of the normal, and that was definitely Rin's state of consciousness. He looked tired like he went on a long roadtrip. Did he just return from wherever he left off to? Frowning, Renzo tilted his head in curiosity. Rin was just intriguing to him in ways that he never seen before. A demon, but also not a demon--it didn't make any sense, and this is coming from someone who prides himself on what of the best demon killers of all times.

School was still a prison for all children, spending their days learning something they're not interested in for a chance to get a job that they may or may not get in the first place. Renzo was smart, but he was never book-smart. He excelled in everything that had to do in exorcism and the art of killing demons, but never did he had to practice fucking arithmetic or learn how to expertise himself in quantum physics (what even is that?). School just wasn't a priority to Renzo--hunting demons was, and there was one right in front of him gathering attention that was more positive than negative. Rin wasn't demonic at all, acting like a normal teenager with eating his food and all. It was almost... painful to think that he'd have to kill this guy.

In all honesty, the introductions they both made were... awkward, but bearable. Renzo didn't know why he didn't have his kuk'ri right up against the demon's neck, threatening to kill the boy if he didn't release the information of Satan's location if the boy even was aware that his father was Satan, that is. He had to be, how else would other exorcists know that this boy was the spawn? If this boy was human he would have had a great life without the possibility of having a sword at his throat, but here he was living a life that seemed impossible for any demons so long as Renzo's family was around to keep hunting.

"No, I'm not new. I've been here for a while," he lied again. The boy came fairly recent, sometime after Rin left the school. With the assumption that he would be back, he attended it up until now. "You probably didn't see me around that much. My hair used to be plain black," he admitted. Now that was true. His pink hair wasn't natural. It was the product of a dye that he used to cover up the blackness of his hair. He thought black was just too dull as a hair color. He wanted to spice things up, so he sprayed some layers of pink on it and boom, here he was with an array of flamingos splattered on his head. Figuratively speaking, of course.

"How about you? I haven't seen you before," Renzo said. "Are you returning from somewhere?" he asked. He had to act like he didn't know the boy at all by asking stupidly obvious questions. Naturally, the demon child wasn't in Karakura. Naturally, the boy left to do something of his own. But knowing those things as a labelled stranger would not look good whatsoever. Rather suspicious, actually. Renzo just continued to look laidback and friendly, never dismissing the smile on his face. It turned degrees every moment, but it wasn't dramatic or anything. He just looked friendly.


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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Full of Hate & Dread   Tue Jun 17, 2014 4:37 pm



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The smell of the food that blared out in the Cafeteria soon became immune to even the sharpest of noses in the room and after sometime, the Cafeteria soon began getting quieter and quieter before after a few minutes Shima and Rin were only two of about a dozen individuals within the room. The bell was about to ring which was in fact the reason to why the annoyance and dimmed down and the noises of those around the two were actually quite bearable to say the least. But now it had only come to attention that whatever you were to say, could easily be picked up by someone near - there were no longer sounds to get mixed and muddled up with the plenty other during the lunch hour.

"No, I'm not new. I've been here for a while,"


Rin had actually found himself almost near to yelling earlier when talking to Shima due to trying to amplify his tone over the overs and even though the two were just an arm reach away; the sounds of their voices could easily be unheard if not said loud enough. Anyway, it wasn't really until the young half-demon spoke next that he found himself trailing off, trying to adjust his pitch.

"Oh- I must've missed you, I guess it is a big school. Are you on the other side of the year group? You're a Senior like me, right?" If only Rin did know whom Shima truly was; he'd be able to easily then just pick up that the pink-haired lad was slightly confused at the way Rin was acting for someone that was a child of Satan. No one feared Rin, he wasn't a bully and it was only last year that he wasn't able to harm a fly. What he could do now was unknown but Rin never ever used his power for the wrong reasons. It must've been odd for Shima, the very fact that a half-demon was in a school, studying, befriending others, learning and helping those around him - it should be the very opposite, should it not? Rin should be taking after his father because like the very saying says; 'like father like son' but if anything, Rin was the most timid demon you'd meet.

"You probably didn't see me around that much. My hair used to be plain black,"

Ah, that'd make sense. Most of the other students' hair around here consisted of either their natural colours or dark hair colours. There was the odd dyed hair here or there though Rin's dark blue hair was in fact, natural. How? It was hard to tell really, perhaps it was due to the blueness of his flames but if anything; Rin was relieved his hair wasn't bright blue like the very flames themselves, it'd be somewhat embarassing.

"How about you? I haven't seen you before, Are you returning from somewhere?" Rin blinked, nodding slightly as his azure eyes turned back towards Shima after the quick skim around to the near empty Cafeteria now. He didn't care about the time, it was his free period now after all. He should be spending it studying but surely making a new friend out of the blue like this was something to pay more attention to, right? "I actually only a couple days ago returned to Japan, I've been studying out of the country for a year, more to near Europe. I guess I'm still trying to get over Jet-lag." He grinned slightly in a goofy state, scratching his head. "I'm staying in a hotel now until I look for a place, perhaps I should have waited a few days until attending school again but I was, honestly...excited to study. I want to be a famous Chef one day!" The boy's eyes filled with hope and passion as he spoke just for a split second about the thing he truly loved, cooking.

Yes, he was a half-demon and had the word death attached to his soul but if anything, his true heritage was just a small sized-font that was a part of him in the midst of everything that made him, Rin. His love for cooking, and the pranks he'd still do from time to time - he really was a normal kid, that was of course, if you didn't piss him off about being a demon.

Rin stood soon after, grabbing Kurikara and his bag after deciding to go back up to the roof to where he normally had gone before his leave. "I normally study up on the roof, would you like to come, Shima?"

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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Full of Hate & Dread   Tue Jun 17, 2014 5:40 pm


It seemed like time was already going by quickly. The people that once littered the entire cafeteria wasn't there anymore, only a trail of trash was left where they stood. Custodians walked about trying to clean the area, much to their chagrin. Renzo frowned in sympathy for them, but didn't have the heart to stand up and help. At least not while Rin was standing in front of him in all his vulnerability. The best part about an almost empty cafeteria was the plethora of noise dying out, completely squashed out of the room with their mediums--the people. He was extremely happy his primary source of annoyance was gone now. Now he could focus purely on the demon spawn in front of him.

It only just came to Renzo that they were practically yelling at each other to just have a conversation. Their voices were constantly drowned out by foreign noises. It was one of the reasons why Renzo's mother would tell him to always take off his headphones when he speak before he would instinctively speak louder than he should, possibly giving heart attacks to elderly people with very weak hearts. He did not want to give any old men or women a stroke for just wanting to listen to a slightly rebellious teenager. So, his headphones stayed hanging about from his neck, a cord connecting to his pocket where his music player was tucked in.

"Yeah, the school is pretty huge. Did you see the database for the school centuries ago? Pretty insane how it looked back then. Everyone was normal," he explained casually. Apparently four hundred years ago, this school was filled with normal humans. Nowadays it wasn't odd to see cybernetically enhanced humans or those with some kind of natural gift. Renzo partially was jealous of them. He learned his skills through blood and sweat, but they all gained their powers by genetics. It also made him a bit mad. The difference was that Renzo had unkept potential inside of him. He's just way too absorbed in killing Satan and finishing off his son.

The exorcist was glad that Rin was very oblivious to his true intentions. Renzo was always good at putting up a mask, like playing a part in a broadway musical. The boy has always been laidback and nonchalant about everything, making jokes in the most awkwardest of times. But he was also serious in his job to eradicate demons off the face of the year--it was what his entire life was dedicated to and he wasn't going to just throw it away for the sake of humanity. He has killed many, too many, but he learned that to fight against monsters one must also become one. That philosophy was engraved into his mind fresh and clean, outshining every other viewpoints that he may have had. Personal feelings were put aside. That mindset was there, almost permanently stuck.

Speaking of hair, was Rin's hair naturally dark blue? It obviously wasn't an odd color when there are people with teal-colored hair or rainbow-colored hair (literally a splash of color in their strands). Still, it didn't hurt to know whether his hair was natural or not. Maybe it blended in with the colors of Satan's flames that were... blue. Everything about Rin was blue now that Renzo thought about it. A sly smirk crept on his face as he shook his head to himself momentarily. He pulled himself out of his thoughts and brought it back to the game.

One last slam echoed within the cafeteria and Renzo looked to see that it was now finally empty. Completely, with anyone to utterly annoy the shit out of the exorcist. He was now able to remain happy, at least for this session of time. Soon, he'll have to deal with them once again. "Europe, eh?" he asked. The churches over there were proficient exorcists, and it was odd they didn't sense Rin over there. Shit, it was the European side of exorcists that discovered Rin's existence so why they couldn't track him was an oddity. Renzo will have to contact them sooner or later about his goal to eliminate the boy right now. It had been... a year, almost, since he spoke to them.

"A famous chef?" Renzo's eyebrows raised up questionably. "You can cook?" he asked. It wasn't asked because he was surprised the guy can cook--many men could cook better than even a household-bred woman who was fully blown out of proportion in femininity and motherhood. What made him ask the question was Rin's genuine passion for something that broke away from typical demons. He had to keep repeating to himself that this guy was the spawn of Satan. The very child of the demon who murdered many, who slaughtered and butchered those into submission. Rin had to die.

Suddenly Rin made a proposition to go on the rooftop with him. Renzo didn't want to go to class or anything, so he nodded at it. "Sure, why not? If you can ignore the rain, I guess." The drops outside were not fierce or anything, but still very much there. It looked very sad. It seemed to be predicting some oncoming onslaught, and Renzo was unsure how to think of that. He picked up the kuk'ri from beneath him, holding it upright. It was a weapon with rattles on the ring, like a cliche monk's weapon. The weapon wasn't magical or anything, but it was the medium to harness Renzo's abilities and energy.

Fixing his jacket, he stood up and walked right past Rin. He looked back, and smirked. "Let's go then, shall we?" This could be the only chance to get Rin alone and interrogate him, violently. Renzo had to take this opportunity to torture him for information then outright eliminate him. That would be one less problem for an exorcist to deal with, and he could finally leave this dreadful place to focus on finding then killing Satan. He had to do this. Now.


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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: Full of Hate & Dread   Tue Jun 17, 2014 6:22 pm



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"Yeah, the school is pretty huge. Did you see the database for the school centuries ago? Pretty insane how it looked back then. Everyone was normal,"


Rin couldn't help at some stage glance around the near-to-empty hall, as if he were studying the hairstyles and colours of everyone else for once; almost as if he had completely ignored what Shima had said, not by purpose of course. It was nice how the school didn't have any rules against coloured hair, allowing the students to express themselves which most schools lacked. Rin had hoped that Shima didn't question the boy as to whether his natural hair colour was black or some other opposite colour, it'd be a little awkward otherwise and Rin truly wouldn't know whether he should lie to say it was dyed or do the stupid and explain the colour of his hair was due to the fact that he could scorch others alive with his flames.

"Europe, eh?"

If Rin could, he would go on a tangent about his journey around Europe. He had stayed in a somewhat small village but one of which had a great educational
facility. It was unknown to others how someone whom was so poor could even afford something like that but it did him wonders that was for sure.
He had seen many sights and it truly had been a trip of a life-time that being sat in the Canteen like this almost made the past experiences some amazing dream.


"Mh!" Rin agreed, nodding - his sharp teeth bearing again. "You should go sometime! The sights are great, churches everywhere! The weather is a lot more cooler, too."
Although Rin wasn't quite accustomed to the sudden change in weather, going from such high levels such as 40C at some days here in Karakura to less than half of that, he really didn't care at the end of the day - he was able to breath in fresh air and not have all that muggy humid-like air following it. He almost missed that weather.

"A famous chef?"

Oh, how Rin adored cooking. He longed to do something in his life that would make him well-known, he'd have his own cookbooks, shows, book signings! Rin had quite an imagination that stuck with him even during the past High School years. "You can cook?" Rin didn't really know how 'good' his cooking was, he'd cook when he had the money or ingredients and then simply allow everyone to have whatever he's cooked up for free. "I like to think I can." He grinned once again, not wanting to seem egotistical at all neither
looking down upon himself too much. "I'm more of an experimenter, I like to follow recepies but at the same time I like to follow my own. You can't be a famous Chef after all if all you're doing is following everyone else - I guess that applies to any job really, everyone's unique, right?" That's how Rin looked at it, anyway. If you want to be well-known or get credit and recogition in something, you
need to excel at that thing in such a way that you're not following anyone, being independant is what got most people places.



"Sure, why not? If you can ignore the rain, I guess."

Ah, it must've been raining somewhat by now though Rin didn't really mind. As Shima picked up Kuk'ri, Rin's eyes were locked somewhat upon the odd-shaped stick, not really knowing what exactly it was...or meant for. Was it a walking stick? Shima seemed to walk fine though which is what Rin saw as he was soon overtaken with Renzou himself. "Let's go then, shall we?

The boy shook off the questionsthat suddenly came to mind as he grasped on to Kurikara's cloth strap upon his shoulder, following Renzou towards the roof. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, the door was soon opened and Rin soon got up to the quiet area. It was quite high up, a fence would raise even higher though it wasn't the most sturdy of things, a chair could probably be thrown against it and fall straight through. The tiled pavement ground had droplets of rain casted upon it from where the sky had been spitting every now and then.

[color=blue"Not many come up here, I don't know why..." [/color]Rin mumbled, more or less to himself as he emerged fully to the roof, reaching the fence before looking out towards the City, his fingers on his right hand danced around the wiring of the fence quietly as if in thought. "So, what class are you in, Shima? Do you do anything outside of school?"

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