Horrible Acts | ✔️ | Blue Exorcist

Not a Secret Anymore

Dear God, I knew there was a reason I stayed away from Killing Stalking, but I broke and read it last night. I am forever scarred, send help.

The next day, the boys were acting weird around Yukio and I, avoiding speaking to us. I just brushed them off, they didn't understand. I slept soundly next to Yukio, my sleep void of any darkness. Both of us had paid no mind to the change of sleeping arrangements when we woke up, it wasn't the first time we'd slept in the same bed. We were twin brothers, after all.

I hadn't seen or heard Father Naito all morning, and after lunch, Yukio told us we were going to head out to start the mission. I grabbed the Kurikara and looking at Kuro, telling him he could come along. He was acting weird around me as well, but I knew it was for a different reason.

I opened the passenger side door and sat down in the seat, grunting in pain. "Christ, how hard did you fall on those stairs?" Bon laughed, breaking through his awkwardness. I chuckled nervously, thankful that I had an excuse to fall back on. Yukio gave me a sideways glance, his lips forming a thin line. I stared out the window and sighed when Kuro pushed on my shoulder.

"What?"

His voice was quiet, "you heard me last night, but you didn't answer me. Is it true...?" I sighed.

"What exactly are you asking?"

He was silent for a moment, "Did Father Naito hurt you when you were younger?"

I nodded and he suddenly started to growl loudly. The van shifted slightly as Yukio was startled, jolting the wheel. "What the hell is going on?" I grabbed Kuro from my shoulder and started shush him, but he clawed at my hands. I hissed when his nails dug into my palm, the wound burning. Kuro immediately stopped his angry tantrum.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I just-"

"Enough! No more, Kuro." His ears went back and he ducked his head. I sighed, wiping my bloodied palm against my hoodie.

"What was that?" Yukio demanded, his frustrated eyes darting from the road and glaring at me. I shook my head, there was no point in explaining it, it'd only create more questions.

.oOo.

Kuro had turned out to be a good addition to our group. Whenever we thought we were done in a room, he would pause and tell us how many demons he thought were left. We spent most of our time waiting for the demons to appear than we did fighting. By the time we finished, the sun was setting.

"I thought you said we'd get done earlier, Sensei." Shima huffed, leaning against a nearby wall. Why was he winded? He wasn't running around like Yukio and I, in fact, he was sitting for a majority of the mission. All the exercise had made my pain better and worse. The obvious movement had my abdomen twisting in pain, but the adrenaline of a fight numbed the sting.

Yukio wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiling sheepishly. "I did say that, didn't I? Well, it seemed that way, but Kuro helped us out." The feline meowed happily, ready to be of service. "With his help, we may finish ahead of schedule." Everyone sighed with relief, and I agreed, doing this for another two to three days seemed exhausting. Not to mention, I wanted to get as far away from the monestary as quick as possible.

We walked back to the van, no one bothering to fight me for the front seat. I stayed silent on the way home, anxiety starting to bloom in my chest. Kuro sensed my worry and he pawed at my face and rubbed against my chin. I picked him up from my lap and hugged him, his small body starting to vibrate as he purred. I'll admit it, it was adorable and helped ease some of my nervousness.