Vanilla Smoke (Blue Exorcist)

Chapter 1

           They sat on a train, and stared out at the large city before them absently. With their hood back, their face could now be seen. They had short, light brown hair with the ends dyed a royal purple, hair messy and unkept and was constantly in their eyes, but they really could care less. In his ears, there were four piercings in total. Two silver rings in the cartilage of their ear, and two normal piercings at the bottom, with two, simple, silver ball earrings in them. They had a pair of black earbuds in, tuning out the world. They were in their hoodie, done in black and purple. Most of the hoodie was black with an embroidered dragon on the back, and coming down to the middle of the front of the hoodie. The interior of the hoodie was also purple.

         Other than the hoodie they wore a pair of dark wash jeans, and a pair of what looked like normal combat boots. They blew the hair out of one eye, and someone could actually catch the deep green of their eyes, but they lacked light, dull and cold as a winter night. Across the other eye, could just make out a white line that disappeared under their hair, but no doubt went across their other eye. Their hair went back in their eye, obscuring it from view.

          By the way they looked and dressed, no one could really tell their gender upon a glance. Was it on purpose, or were they just a guy. They mostly looked like a guy though, and that's what they acted like too. A moody, uncaring kid who ignored the world and gave out free glares of death.

        He stared at the city, it rose up in the middle, like some mountain city, with a large castle like building at it's peak. A river isolated the city from the rest, bridges went to and from the mountain city. The view was cut off by a tunnel, and he blinked, but other than that, there was no reaction on his emotionless face. The train speed through the tunnel, and across a bridge into the heart of the city.

       The train slowed to a stop, and the doors opened up, and people got up and left. Throwing his hood back up, he got up, a backpack on his back, and got off the train. Walking up the steps, he caught a bus straight to the school, and then got off the bus to look at the school. It was made like some manner, with a large walkway to it's front, and multiple windows, and multiple stories. Ignoring a few curious looks as he walked into the school without uniform. Stopping right at the entrance, he turned around just in time to see a familiar pink limo stop and let off two familiar boys, then drive away.

       He smirked in amusement before walking inside and up to a large desk up front, handing his paper the a lady at the front desk and stopped, resting his hands in his hoodie pockets and tapping his foot, the lady verified the paper he had given him.

        "Shuku Murasaki, welcome to True Cross Academy, and congratulations on a full scholarship here. Here is your schedule as well as the package for the special program. Hope you enjoy stay." The lady smiled at Shuku as she handed him two envelopes. One had a weight inside it, the other was thick with papers.

       "Thank you, have a nice day." Shuku returned the pleasantry stoically before walking off into the auditorium.

      It was packed, which wasn't necessarily something he liked. In order to keep suspicious adults from kicking him out, he put down his hood, and kept walking in. Finding a seat in the back, Shuku sunk into the theatre-like chair and watched the stage far below. Ignoring most of what they said, he just let his mind wander. His curiosity for that idiotic kid still in his mind.

      "Meet your freshman class representative, Yukio Okumura." The man on stage announced, and Shuku looked up. Yukio? Wasn't that the kid with glasses? Yeah, it was.

     "Yes sir." Yukio stood up, and Shuku let out an amused huff. So Glasses was that smart, huh.

      A few murmurs about how smart Yukio was passed through the crowd of student. Shuku smirked, guess that made Glasses Mr. Popular right from the start? Hate to be him.