Vanilla Smoke (Blue Exorcist)

Chapter 3

Shuku wandered around campus, looking for his dorm. His was room 616, it was the least crowded building on campus. The sky was dark, which he found much more comfortable that the blinding sun. He stopped for a moment to gaze absently at the moon, then to spot an old looking building, one light was lit in the whole place. There were vines and cracks along with moss covering the front of the building. The plants that had once been neatly trimmed, were overgrown and disorderly. Honestly, it looked like it belonged in a horror movie. He walked casually inside, the main entrance. There was a large open room with some tables and a kitchen. A hallway on each side lead to different dorm rooms. Walking down the hallway that was lit, Shuku spotted two familiar faces.

"Hey teach, Sup Rin." He greeted as he walked by.

The two stared at him as he walked by, confused looks on both their faces. Shuku then continued on his way to find his room. Up one flight of stairs, Shuku found his room, and went inside. The light bulb flickered to life, illuminating the small, yet dusty room. The room was meant for two, but only one of the beds was made, the stuff for another person was moved to the side of the room. The color scheme was a simple light blue with a darker wood. A painful memory flashed through Shuku's mind, and he did his best to push it to the side.

He set his bag on the other desk, and packed the stuff from it onto the other bed. A change of clothes, a small food supply, some cash, and nothing less than a loaded gun. Shuku checked the bullets he kept in a side pocket. All were still there. After unloading the backpack, he took everything out of his hoodie as well. His vapor pen, the key to his room, the key to the cram school. His papers from school, and an extra vile of vanilla extract for the pen.

Putting both hands into his hoodie pocket, his hand rested on two, familiar, and very worn in handles. Letting out a sigh, Shuku took off his hoodie, set his Mp3 and earbuds on his desk to charge, then removed his ear rings. Staring at the eight silver earrings for a moment, he sighed once again before setting them on the desk beside his mp3. Kicking off his shoes and draping his hoodie over the chair to of the desk. He was too tired to eat, or even to bother to change into something more comfortable. Shuku went to sleep still mostly dressed in a purple Tee, a pair of black jeans, and his white cotton socks still on his feet. His hair was messy and covered his eyes from sight, even in sleep.

          God, had today been exhausting.

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Shuku walked lazily around True Cross Town, looking around for a coffee shop of some sort where he could get some hot tea or something. Shuku didn't drink coffee, he found it tasted like shit to him and much preferred hot tea instead. Spotting a small pastry café, he walked inside the quiet little shop and went to the counter. He got a frosted cheese Danish as well as a large cup of French vanilla Tea. Then sat down at a small table meant for two that sat against the wall and faced the window up front.

After setting his stuff on the ground, he let out a heavy sigh. Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a sketchbook, a full sized one, along with a set of worn in coloring pencils. Opening to the last page, Shuku stared at the messy but still somehow surprisingly neat handwriting for a moment, and read what he had written.

     When the blazing sun sets and the earth decides to make a move.

The maiden of grass shall fall to the earth and a blue sun will rise.

As his flames scorch the earth, the maiden he reclaimed shall awaken,

and tame the sun's flames.