Demon Tamer

Chapter II

It was the first day of class and I was running just a smidge late. Being late was a usual thing for me. Especially when the school year just began. Hehe, you're probably wondering how a scatterbrain like me got a scholarship into this school of smarts and riches.

Well, it sorta goes like this.

Little girl was abandoned for having the mark of the devil on her cheek (that's me!) No foster family, nor orphanage wanted her.

"She's cursed." They'd say, "she says she sees demons. We can't have her scaring other children with her delusions." (But it's true, I can see demons.)

She was left to fend for herself on the streets until a strange man dressed in a pink and white clown suit started to keep a close eye on her. He learned of her strange ability and instantly offered to take her in (strangely enough.) Of course, she gladly accepted his offer. Since then, he's paid for her education, food, clothes, phone plan, etc. on one condition; she had to learn how to be an exorcist.

So, here I am, attending True Cross Academy to become an Exorcist. Did I mention my caretaker is the headmaster of this school? Well, now you know True Cross isn't just a school for smarties; it's also a school for exorcists in training. The school is called Cram School and the students are called Esquires.

I swiftly left my room and walked down the hall before remembering I could've just stayed in my room and used my magical key to get to Cram School. I stopped in front of a random door and looked around to make sure no one saw me before pushing my key into the keyhole and unlocking the door. I entered through the door only to appear in a completely different building. The lights were a soft yellow barley lighting up the dark red room. There were green, yellow, and blue diamond decorations on the walls. It was a lot quieter than the normal school. Probably cause there weren't many students that attended Cram School.

I pulled out my schedule as I walked down the hall looking for my first class.

Room #1106: Anti-Demon Pharteceutics

It read.

Okumura, Yukio

It read in the teacher column underneath the room and class. That's weird. It had to be a different Okumura. I mean, wasn't Okumura a popular surname? Yukio I knew was only 15 years old. There's no way he could be my teacher! Besides, that would mean his twin was here and I knew his twin couldn't get into this school. He's worse than I am!

Anyway, I found my class and opened the door. There were already students there. Three boys that sat by the windows together, two boys that sat near the back, and my roommate; Izumo.

I bit my lip as they looked at me. I hated being stared at. Only because people jump to conclusions thinking I'm a demon spy.

"I-I'm Sachiko Hata." I stuttered quietly as I bowed politely and took my seat near the back.

"Where's the teacher?" I asked one of the boys. He had a black hoodie on and the hood was pulled over his head. He just shrugged without looking at me.

"We've been waiting for a while," Izumo said not looking up from her book.

"Ugh!" Growled a boy with bi-colored hair, "how can someone take something as serious as this, so lightly!? The teacher should be her-"

He stopped mid-sentence and looked towards the door. Someone else had entered. It was a boy.

His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his school uniform. He had messy black hair and deep blue eyes that were all too familiar. Slung across his back was a sheathed Katana.

He looked around the room with a frown. I stared at him and he met my eye before I looked down quickly.

"The name's Rin Okumura. Nice to meet you."

That's all for now! Thank you for reading. Till next time, さよなら!