Vanilla Smoke (Blue Exorcist)

Chapter 7

         Ok, I apologize for this chapter being a bit late, but I might update again tomorrow if I have time for Thanksgiving. This chapter is about 1404 words and I hope it works! I've had to rewrite this chapter and the next one completely from the original because of how bad it was. SO I fixed it up and did my usual pre-posting editing, and it increased in size by almost 500 words, and it shouldn't suck that much. Hope you Enjoy!

       "Now, Shuku. Answer honestly here. Would you care to explain just how long and how you found out that you dorm and classmate here is the son of Satan?" Mephisto asked, a smirk playing his lips.

       The room fell silent as the two shocked brothers looked at a wide-eyed and aghast Shuku. He seriously had not expected the Clown to expose him Just. Like. That. He had expected Mephisto to just leave him be. But this?! No way in hell. His usual stoic look had vanished and was replaced by shock, that slowly started to shift to guilt against his will from not telling Rin he knew who he really was. Shuku usually did very well at hiding his emotions, but after the clown subtility, Shuku was left unguarded.  

       "Wait. Shuku? You knew?" Rin asked, his eyes wide as coins. After a moment, Shuku slowly nodded and Rin hooded his eyes.

       "How long?" Rin's eyes were serious, and Shuku now seemed very uncomfortable in being exposed. Rin was never serious. 

       "The first day. After school..." Shuku responded, his voice was low but still steady. His grip tightened on the handles of things that could only make such a circumstance worse to the point where his knuckles would turn white.

       "Now, now. Shuku, before this escalates, you are going to hand over all of your weapons and set them on the table here in front of me. And I mean all of them." Mephisto chided with a shake of his finger, he had caught onto the vibe Shuku was giving off and wanted to prevent the worse outcome. Shuku felt threatened. 

       The two Okumura brother gave Shuku a bewildered look as he slowly, and stiffly nodded, not wanting to hand over his weapons, knowing that the clown knew he was armed.

       Slowly, Shuku put his other hand in his jacket pocket, he gripped the other handle and pulled out the two things that had saved his life on more than one occasion. The two blades were flat but no doubt sharp and strong. They were each maybe just over a foot long and gleamed a polished silver. Etched into the blades were two serpentine dragons. The cloth handles were worn down from frequent use for all situations. At the end of each blade, there was a small hole. Shuku also set his vapor pen on the table. Then went inside his bag, and slowly dragged out a loaded gun and several sets of bullets on the table.

       Yukio looked at Shuku confused and shocked. A Page definitely shouldn't possess weapons of that level or a demon killing gun. Was Shuku lying all along?! But more importantly, was he sent to kill Rin?!

       "I'm quite impressed you possess two holy silver kunai blades as high quality as these. I bet these themselves are very valuable." Mephisto picked up one of the knives and held it, examining it closely.

       "Sir Pheles, I don't believe I've heard of that type of weapon before," Yukio managed to get out of his tense position, staring between a silent Shuku and the dangerous, yet elegant blade.

       "Ah, they're the perfect weapon for assassinations. Quick, light, and most importantly, silent. Easily concealed in hidden sheaths, like the ones Shuku here has in his hoodie pockets. Holy Silver, though, is a specific and valuable metal used by the Hunters. I haven't seen it in quite a while" Mephisto explained. Shuku clenched his fist, nails digging into the flesh of his palms, drawing blood. He not liking how close this was hitting to home.