Brotherly Hatred | ✔️ | Blue Exorcist

Discrimination

My face and neck felt like someone had poured battery acid on my skin. It was a pain that wouldn't go away, no matter the amount of water I wiped away. I hissed and my fingers dug into my skull. I pounded a fist against the floor, whines escaping from my chest. Never before had I experienced this type of pain, and I started panting as tears fell from my eyes and onto the hardwood floor, blending into the holy water.

The classroom erupted into chaos, but I didn't bother paying attention to it. I heard Shura's voice above everyone else's and I felt someone pull me away from my position on the floor. I opened my eyes and saw Yukio above me with a towel. I grabbed it from him and desperately tried to wipe away the pain, but to no avail.

I looked around the room and saw that everyone was crowded in the opposite corner. I thought of what they could be backing away from, and then I noticed the blue aura surrounding me. I blinked a few times and the flames diminished. "Sorry," I ground out, rubbing my face. Yukio bent down and grabbed me by the elbows, pulling me to my feet.

"Go to the bathroom and wash your face." He stated, pushing me toward the door. "And you probably shouldn't come back." Oh. I see. I slumped forward and trudged over to the exit. I looked up at my classmates who were cowering into the corner, grasping onto each other's arms. They were acting like I was some rabid animal getting ready to attack. I felt my emotions surge and desperation filled my voice.

"You all hate me because I'm different, but that doesn't mean I'm a bad person! We're all different, don't just single me out because I'm the weirdest one. And don't hate on me because of Satan, fuck him!" I waved my hands in front of my body, my voice growing higher and I began to feel even more distraught. "I'm human just like you! And I would like to be treated like one... and you know what?" I turned and pointed my finger at Yukio, "he's your teacher, dammit, treat him like one. I may have demon blood in my veins, and that may be enough to discriminate against me. But he's your superior and completely human, have some fucking respect!" I spat at them, my desperation turning to agitation.

I saw their expression flicker, but I couldn't figure out their reactions, I didn't wait to find out, either, the adrenaline in my body was starting to ebb away and my skin was starting to really burn. I rubbed my face, gripped the door knob, and exited the room in a hurry, slamming the door for good measure. Out of everyone in the school, the cram school students would hate me the most, and it would be impossible to convince them otherwise, I don't even know why I tried.

I ran through the hallways, not sure if there even was a bathroom here. My best bet would be to go to the dorm and wash up there, I was told not to return to class, anyway. I continued to rub my face as I made my way to the decrepit building, my skin starting to hurt more from the friction than the holy water. Skipping steps up the few flights to my room, I tripped and banged my knee hard against the edge of a stair. It sent a jolt through my leg and paralyzed me for a moment. I fell against the railing, gripping the banister and grunting. I took a few breaths, telling myself to calm down, before walking the rest of the way.

I entered my room and immediately started stripping my clothes. Next, I entered the bathroom and turned on the sink, splashing my face. The cold water helped with the pain, but it didn't wash out what was imbedded deep. I looked into the mirror and sighed, my skin was a smattering of crimson and pink, and my eyes were bloodshot. No wonder everyone was terrified of me, I looked like hell. I turned the handle on the shower and let the water turn scalding before stepping inside. It hurt like a bitch, but the steam opened my pores and allowed the pain to wash away.

I leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, the stream of hot water cascading over my pale skin. I hugged my knees close to my chest, becoming deep in thought. Was there a way out of something like this? Because the way it seemed, I was already passed the point of no return. My mind drifted even further; Eiji was dating Stacey? For how long? He obviously didn't know that she was insane, or that she had been making moves on me. How the hell didn't he find out? That day at lunch, a crowd had seen her try to kiss me, yet no one told her 'boyfriend?' Why would she even come after me if she had Eiji? Unless she was just using him, that idea made me feel sympathy for the hipster teen. Then I remembered that he had spilled my secret, and my thoughts turned dark.