One-Shots

Blue Exorcist: Blue Stars

Another time travel bit, but not related to Demon and Ghosts: Hell's King and King of the Dead. Similar to One Piece: If I Shatter, Pick Me Up.

Rin's twenty years old. It's been four years since his friends and brother's deaths. What if he could change it all?

He didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he could feel wind in his hair, sharp cold slicing his burning cheeks, and snow attempting to blanket him.

It'd been four years since their deaths, four years since they had captured him.

Four years since everything.

The cries of rage that echoed behind him spurred him forward, propelling him through trees and grass, eyes focusing in the dark.

Since their deaths, they had been free to do anything they wanted with him. They'd turned him into a slave, an assassin, a weapon they could control.

Unfortunately, they never pondered the circumstances if he were ever to free himself from their binds. The seals and bindings were easy enough to override with the right knowledge, words, and equipment.

They'd turned him into a killing machine, a beast bred for bloodshed. He could've gone back, gone back and made them pay for what they'd done, what they'd turned him into.

But he was free now. He was never going back, not ever. Not even for revenge.

The burn of muscles working overtime became a familiar sensation, but he figured he was doing well enough after being starved and dehydrated for weeks on end. He found that he was doing alright in his condition.

He had to be. He couldn't let them catch him. It'd be over his dead body.

Darkness lay ahead of him, approaching quicker and quicker with each stride he took, but he welcomed it. He was ready to embrace it, ready to use it to his advantage.

A fog graced over the black, but he paid it no mind.

Multiple armed men burst through the trees, weapons raised and bullets flying, but they were the ones who'd trained him, after all. He dodged them easier than what should be humanly possible.

He leapt forward, plunging into the black abyss that swam in front of him, blind and comforting.

An odd cold washed over the man, and his conscience seemed to waver before dropping completely.

It was too late by the time panic seized him. Rin had already fallen into the cold embrace of unawareness.

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When Rin snapped his eyes open, he expected exorcists to be swarming him, for new binds to be put in place, or maybe even a front row seat to his own execution.

What he didn't expect was to wake to a warm spring day and a monarch fluttering above his face.

He jolted up, arms bracing himself as he sat forward. Wide orbs blinked in bewilderment as he scanned his surroundings.

It seemed to be the place he'd past out at, but why wasn't it winter anymore? Where were the Vatican? Why was it day time?