Take my Hand (Blue Exorcist)

As the Years Go By...

Psst, hey people reading!!! I just wanted you to know that I will not be following the exact original story line. there will be some of the major events, but they may be mixed up and blah blah blah. Hopefully it doesn't bother you that I'm doing this >.< If it does, just comment and i may or may not change my mind :p Thanks for reading and I'm shutting up now...

...Just kidding! Disclaimer: I do not own Blue exorcist T-T*goes and cries in a corner*

Kristina Pov

For 9 years, I lived in that monastery and Father was the only one who could see me. We came to a conclusion that one must believe  in angels to see one, and put it at that. But, to this day, i still have no clue on why i can touch Rin. Maybe its because he partially believes?

Shortly after I arrived, Father showed me where i was to sleep. It was a separate room, that rarely anyone entered. Perfect. He ordered a bed, and other pieces of furniture to fill up the empty space. I felt like I truly belonged. He would go out of his way to make sure i was fed, and happy. i truly loved him like he was my own father.

Everyday, i would follow Father around like a lost puppy. I would help him, whenever i could, and tried my best to be a perfect daughter. But i always had to make sure that we were alone, because people would freak out whenever they saw a floating rag. Just because I was invisible, and practically non-aexistent, doesn't mean i couldn't hold nonliving objects. And for all of you wondering about my clothes, here's how they become invisible. My clothes were made out of angelic cloth that would not burn and only angels posses. So, people don't think angels exist in their world any longer, and that includes our clothes. At least that's what Father told me.

Back to more important matters, at age seven i was able to fly like a pro. It came to me so naturally once my wings were strong enough. I always loved floating above Father, and helping him with task he would normally need a ladder for.

As i grew up, I always played games with the boys. Except they thought i was a ghost, and never actually saw me. -3-     I would mess with their things, or make things float. Harmless jokes, that scared the heck out of Yukio, and made Rin jump with excitement. But when we were eleven, Rin  and I actually became friends, well sort of.

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The shadows play tag on my walls, as cars pass by. Its the dead of night, and sleep has escaped me once again. Its just so hard when i keep remembering that demon who murdered my original guardians. I just don't want any repeats.... There's no use to sleep, so I jump out of my bed and walk across the creaky floorboards to my window. I stare up into the stars, hoping to catch a glimpse of my parents. It was just a bedtime story, but Father told me that once angels die, their souls become the stars. It was a shame i never met my real parents, apparently they were super powerful and kind. Like most nights, i begin to cry silently. While starring up at the stars, my door creaks open. Father?

"Whoa!" says an amazed Rin." I knew that someone else lived here!" I become utterly confused on why he would think that. He begins to look around my room. I didn't really mind until he got to my desk. Rin began to rummage through my drawings, looking at each one judgingly.

"Hey! Get away from those!" I yell. He doesn't listen and i get quite annoyed. I reach down and threw a teddy bear that Father gave to me. It softly bounced off his head.