Butterfly Blues

Chapter 1: A Family Of Demons

I through on my school uniform, brush my hair and put a f/c head band on. I was walking passed my fathers study when he called me into it. I knocked and waited for a response.

"Come in Y/n." He said. I slowly made my way inside the overly large office and over towards my fathers desk.

"Yes father?" I ask.

My father slid his glasses on and said, "The mission from Saturday, you remember your task?"

"Yes father, I do." I smile.

"Great, great." He pushed his thumbs together. "Now for your task from me."

I looked at him, and unsurprised look grazing my face. I knew this was coming, I knew they're had to be more than the information I had got Saturday. I am my fathers child after all.

"Yes?" I question again.

He smirked. That smirk..it makes me want to...

"I need you to keep a close eye on them, 3E I mean. With a lab made creature as their teacher, they could prove troublesome." He said.

"Fine with me. Is that all?" That's not all.

"No."
Called it.

"Yes father?" I leaned my head in, squeezing my hands tightly.

"The government. Keep them on there toes. Don't let them get too comfortable with you and I'd like you to keep a watch on them as well."

I took a deep breath. "Of course."

"Good, now you should get to the kitchen. I think mom is making pancakes!" He said, way too much like a normal dad.

Faking a smile, I walked out of the large office and shut the door behind as I did so. I met my brother and mother in the kitchen. They seemed to not be talking which was normal, our family has those kind of dynamics like that. It's funny how people say blood is thicker than water, however with us the only thing keeping us close is blood. If we were not bounded by the thing, we would not have a need to acknowledge each other's existence. Though that is still something I try to do anyway.

"Good morning mother." I greet

"Good morning Y/n." She greets back.

I look over toward my twin, he was studying something. It's best not to bother him when he's like that. He gets so worked up about being perfect, when I can do nothing but be perfect.

"Y/n." I am going to drop you off by the hill, don't fail me, okay?" My father says walking into the kitchen. All three of us looked up, Gakushū had a face of concern, an expression I often see on his face whenever my father says something that has to do with me.

"Why would Y/n be getting dropped of around that dump?" He asked.

"Because your sister is attending class 3E as of today." He responded.

My mother made no sudden movements, neither did I. We watched as the staring contest between father and son progressed. It was a quite, but an intense battle that was broken up when the alarm clock on the counter began to beep hysterically.

Everything resumed back to normal as if nothing had happened. It was scary, but again also normal. Gakushū grabbed his bag and soccer ball, while I grabbed my bag and hair tie. I loved placing it on my wrist and watching it turn my skin a certain color, it helps me remind myself that I am still human, even though I was born into a family of demons. I call them that because even though my mother seems kind and friendly she's conniving and manipulative as well. That's something I've told you about before. My brother, well he's just like my father, I'm his only weak point so I do my best to not get in any trouble, and my father... I think he speaks for himself, don't you?