Demon Angel (a blue exorcist fan-fiction)

Short Skirts And Nightmares

So today, as part of their training, the whole class is going to some amusement park. I don't know why, don't ask me. I also don't get why I'm even going on this mission. This is only, like, my 3rd day. Apparently, you had to pass this "ex-wire" test but when I asked Mephisto about it, all he said was that I didn't have to. Weird. 

Anyways, Izumo, Shiemi, and I were running to get to where the guys were. Shiemi insisted on wearing a regular uniform. Her skirt was short, because apparently she doesn't know right sizes. Also the uniform made her boobs look huge which I was, of course, was jealous of. I didn't really need to be though. I wasn't too bad in size myself. 

When we got there, the boys were all staring at Shiemi in her new "uniform." Tch, pigs. I went to stand slightly behind Yukio since I wasn't sure what to do. "Don't you think her skirt is too short?" A bushing Rin asked Yukio, not noticing that i was there. You little shit.

"I completely agree," I said giving him a death glare. They both turned around finally acknowledging my presence. Yukio just sighed and smacked Rin with some kind of folder thing. 

"Let me tell you how you've been paired for this mission," Yukio said to the whole group. "Miwa and Takara, Yamada and Suguro, Kamiki and Shima, Shiemi and Rin." You have got to be fucking kidding me. You little-  "Oh, Akane since you're all that's left, you can join any group you want." Well shit. I looked over to Rin and Shiemi talking and not paying attention at all.

"I guess I'll just join Izumo and Shima," I said walking over to them.

"We are here, at Mepphyland, to have you search for a ghost thats been pulling pranks." Mepphyland? seriously? 

Out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of white hair vanish behind a tent. Must be my mind playing tricks on myself. 

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"So what are we looking for exactly?" I asked. I had no idea what I was doing. I've never dealt with these kind of things before.

"A ghost child or something," Shima said as we entered some kind of tent with a bunch of mirrors. I held onto the back of Shima's shirt so I wouldn't get lost. I've never been to a park like this. It creeped me out to be honest.

"I don't like this pla-" 

I saw her. The white hair. The blue, unforgiving eyes. She stared at me with A creepy smile. That wasn't the worst part. Her mouth had stitches. They looked like they had dried blood on them. In her hand was that ring blade. The blade she has striked me with so many times. 

Suddenly I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I could only stare in horror. I was still hanging on the Shima's shirt. I could distantly feel it tug in my hand as he went on. 

"Hey Akane, what's wrong?" He asked, both Izumo and him turned around to see me, probably with a panicked look on my face.

"I-It's her." I whispered.  How did she find me? 

Shima immediately ran to my side and looked to where she was standing. "Is that?" He asked. I only nodded, losing my voice. I started breathing rapidly. I could't help it. She was real. My worst nightmare.

She could hurt Izumo and Shima! "Shima, you need to take Izumo and run, run as far as you possibly can." I said, still not moving. 

"Did you miss me?"