Vanilla Smoke (Blue Exorcist)

Chapter 11

Shuku slowly regained her senses as she was roused from her... nap. She cracked open her good eye to see Yukio injecting a yellow solution into her arm through a hairline needle in the crook of her elbow. He removed the needle from her skin as Shuku silently glared at the aspect of the needle, and let out a ragged sigh.

"Do you know when Shuku's gonna wake up? I got hurt badly, but she seems ok now." Another voice out of her gaze whined. That was Rin. Shuku closed her eye once more and remained motionless, she didn't yet have the will to say hello to the world.

"Who knows, she could wake up in an hour, or a day, she got it much worse than Paku, but she's healing faster, actually, much faster. In a few days at the rate she's healing, it should be like it never happened." Yukio hypothesized, and Shuku mentally sighed. Everything hurt.

"So, what the fuck made me feel like shit again?" Shuku groaned, her voice weak and raspy as she opened her one eye again to see the early morning light, and then the Okumura brothers standing in the corner of her dorm room.

Yukio blinked in surprise. He'd been changing her bandages and making sure she was still stable but hadn't expected her to wake up so soon. She yawned wearily, then the pulled the sheets off of her and threw them lazily over the side of the bed.

Then, she noticed she didn't have a shirt on. "Glasses, where the fuck is my shirt and hoodie?" Shuku grumbled, glaring daggers at Yukio accusingly.

"Oh, I put it over on the other bed. Your knives are on your desk, and the shirt you were wearing was all torn up. Yesterday, you kicked ass like a badass!" Rin answered instead, and Shuku sighed again.

Using her own momentum, Shuku pushed herself to an upright position and sat up.

"Shuku! You shouldn't get up... yet?" Yukio started to object but trailed off as Shuku began casually removing the bandages from around her torso. The skin underneath was still red and agitated but completely healed over.

"These are agitating and tight. Next time Glasses, don't bother unless I'm bleeding heavily." Shuku complained

Shuku dropped the bandages on a pile next to her and grabbed her vapor pen, then blew the smoke off to the side. Rin remembered what Shuku had done with that smoke, and frantically waved it away from him. Yukio was busy staring at Shuku's healed stomach.

While Yukio had been bandaging Shuku, he had seen so many of the various scars that covered her body, some which had permanently harmed her either physically or mentally. Each held a memory that must have been terrifying. Some were demon made, the others looked like they were made with something manmade, like a blade.

"Wow. Shuku, the only other person I've seen heal that fast is Rin, it shouldn't be possible!" Yukio exclaimed, dragging his thought away from Shuku's scars.

"I've always healed fast , impossibly fast. Used to say it was because I was special. I just believe it has something to do with my abilities and who I am now." Shuku shrugged off the compliment and pointed sternly at the door. "Now you two, out! I'm going to change." Shuku ordered, then managed to get up and clumsily push the two out.

Letting out a sigh, Shuku looked down. Red marks covered her skin and would most likely leave new scars. Yeah, she healed fast, but it still scared no matter what.

Wrapping the bandages over her chest, Shuku threw on boys uniform, this time the top and tie included, snatched her pen, and walked out of her room. For once leaving her knives and hoodie behind on the desk in her room.

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Shuku half-paid attention in class as the teacher dragged over the bible verses once again. She called on Izumo to recite them, but the purple-haired girl only got half way through the lines before she trailed off, lost in her own mind.After her failure and a good chiding from the teacher, the teacher called on Skunk to recite the lines instead. Ryuji had been sending her weird looks the entire day and Shuku was getting full of it. She didn't like that type of attention, it made her skirmish