『HIS D A U G H T E R 』-A Blue Exorcist Fanfiction

Act 1: Scene ⋄4⋄ tired at 『home』

" No offense intended, but you're an imbecile compared to me. "

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To put it simply, Yuri was in pain.

Her stomach cramped, her body ached, and her core felt like knives were caressing it savagely as a funeral dance was tapping around her throbbing head. 

That's right; she was on her period, and it sucked. Yuri gave a high, keening groan of pain before she curled into herself, pressing a warm compress against her stomach as she continued her silent misery, tears lacing her eyes.

She was curled up in her Uncle's office, on a plush red sofa, a pillow that was stained with her tears in her grasp, a blanket over her small form as she squeezed the life out of the said pillow. Her emerald eyes that had a faint blue overtone to them were squeezed shut tightly in response to her tears; she didn't want to cry, but when she was experiencing her monthly, she was an emotional wreck.

A warm hand then gently pat her head, softly brushing aside her dual-toned hair with a kindness that was foreign to Mephisto. The voice that arose only confirmed the identity to the suffering 16 year old, a voice that was higher pitched, and more emotionless than Mephisto's, but still managed to convey worry that Mephisto's rarely did.

"It seems that you're going through that time for girls, Yuri; am I right?"

Groggily, slowly, Yuri opened her eyes to see the handsome face of her other Uncle, a lean man with a spiky ahoge atop his dual toned green hair, his tired, down sloping, blank teal gaze greeting her groggy, blue and green one as she whispered, "Amaimon? What're you doing here? Is Mephisto back already?"

Amaimon shook his head, his gaze and expression scarcely changing as he replied while still patting her head, "No, older brother in still in Germany investigating the recent demon outbreak; he called me to look after you since according to the calendar, it was your "time of the month", and we all know you being alone is a recipe for bad things."

A soft, pained chuckle came from the immobilized quarter-demon, her eyes fluttering shut as she shakily murmured, "Yeah, it's not ideal for the likes of me... I know you don't wanna be here, but thank you for staying by me; I really appreciate the help..."

Amaimon rested his chin on the cushion of the couch, a few inches away from Yuri's face as he innocently tilted his head, inquiring in a faintly confused tone, "I don't understand what you mean Yuri; Yuri is really, really nice, and treats me better than older brother. I like being around a nice girl like Yuri, even if no one else knows it like I do."

Yuri's bottom lip wobbled, her eyes filled and spilled over with even more tears, and with a guttural sob, she cried, "Thank you..." 

Amaimon laid the side of head against the couch, his cheek pressed against the cushion as he raised his black clawed hand raised to wipe them gently, her acceptance of his touch a quiet indication of trust in him. He wasn't sure as to why she was crying, but he chalked it up to the 'hormones' that she was afflicted with.

It wasn't a lie though; he liked the kind, well-mannered girl that Yuri naturally was, even if she was a bit sad sometimes. But, that was why he was here—to insure that Yuri wasn't quite so sad. When she was sad, bad things happened.

Whenever her emotions reached a peak, Yuri turned to self-destructive habits that would kill an ordinary human easily, and sometimes these "habits" would get close to killing her too, even with the natural durability and regenerative properties that come from being a partial demon.

Amaimon, as someone who'd watched her grow for these long, 11 years, didn't like seeing Yuri in such a broken, hopeless way; he didn't like to see the self-inflicted, crimson dripping arms and legs and even neck. It made him feel an odd pain in his chest, seeing the once bubbly and enthusiastic child turn to a screaming, sobbing, whimpering teenager who desired nothing but premature freedom from her "hell".