Killers Love (Blue Exorcists)

Chapter 4

Rin's P.O.V

My locker was barely ajar, I knew what this meant.  I braced myself for a gruesome sight like usual.  The hinges creaked as it slid open.  DIE!  Was written in red spray paint on the back---a note placed neatly on the shelf in my locker. I held my head low and slowly opened the note dreading the decision immediately.

"Dear Rin,  Please just leave this school, better yet just end your life.  you're a useless nuisance.  NO one likes you, you're a freak.  I hope to see you in-"

I crumpled the piece of paper throwing it behind my head, making it perfectly land in the trash can behind me.  I could hear snickers as I walked by.  Most of these people didn't even know I was the son of Satan but they still pester me.  Why?  What did I ever do to them, I am a normal student just trying to learn, but that doesn't matter I am just a freak in their eyes.

A hand clasped around mine making me flinch from the sudden contact.  No one ever touches me, they don't even like being seen around me.  I moved my head to meet the eyes of the one and only Lucy Sugiyama.  "Hi, Rin".  She said it in an over exaggerated high pitched voice putting on the cheesiest smile he has ever seen.  He attempted a smile but it turned into a dreadful sight.

The happiness vanished from her face in an instant "Whats wrong?"  She looked around before going up my ear her hand still wrapped around mine, "Are you being bullied if so, ill end their lives".  My eyes widened her voice had no happiness no joy or even humor,  I have heard the voice before.

Her British accent was thick when she said it, emotionless is what she sounded like. "Rin, Rin, Rin".  She was tapping my shoulder intensely.  I shook my head letting my bangs fall over my cerulean eyes.  "I'm sorry what".  Fear spiked in my voice my bottom lip quivered as I spoke, demon, monster, murderer.  Thoughts, so many thoughts.  Confusion filled her soft features "you were just staring at the wall after a while once I asked whats wrong?"  Did she say she would kill someone or not?  

I gave a weak smile in response "I'm fine nothing to worry about".  She removed her hand from mine, her warmth escaping my hand.  It was replaced with an ice cold hand, a hand of death.  Begging and taunting me to end to all, I kept that fake smile on as I strolled down the hallways.  Lucy was uncomfortably close to me, it was like she was enjoying watching me squirm trying to make space in between us.

I looked at the history room and stopped in front of it.  One breath, Two breaths, Thre-- Lucy burst through the door and walked into the back slinging her backpack over the chair and pulling all of her books out.  I strolled in shortly after taking a seat next to her.  Bon and Shima glared intensely at me, but I always sat here.  

The teacher walked in after a couple minutes of waiting, the room became eerily silent as he started his lecture.  I watched as his hand glided across the chalkboard.  Horrifying sounds of chalk screeching made me cover my ears up.  Finally, he finished writing, Greek mythology, was written neatly in white.  

I glanced over at Lucy.  She was sketching an image.  I noticed it was me, it was good, it looked exactly like me.  I felt heat rush to my cheeks and turned my head back to the teacher watching him lecture us about the gods and what they stand for.  "Rin".  I kept his gaze waiting for him to yell at me for something I had done "can you tell me who Cerberus is".  I felt a lump in my throat why would he call on me to answer that question.

I heard Shima laugh, as he whispered to Konekomaru "If he gets this wrong, he truly is the dumbest demon".  My hands shook under my desk "Cerberus also known as the hound of Hades, he was the guardian of the gates to hell, he was a large hound with three heads".  I could feel the sneers from other people as I got the correct answer.

The teacher turned around and whispered under his breath "smartass, wish he would just die".  A lump formed in my throat as I stared emotionless at the board.  My mask I have been sculpting all of these years just cracked, I could feel it slipping off of my face.  I closed my eyes putting on a cheerful smile like I was happy I just got the answer right.

Crack, crack, crack.  Its slowly splintering off, soon it won't be there.  Soon I won't be here.  By the time it's gone, I will be gone.  I will be buried next to my father, dead like I am supposed to be.