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Crazy Sunshine	By : sic-boi Category: +. to F > Blue Exorcist (Ao no Ekusoshisuto) > Blue Exorcist (Ao no Ekusoshisuto) Views: 2407 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Crazy Sunshine

Chapter 1

That night before I got here, to my home—to where it all began, I had a dream. The entire world was like a labyrinth of fire; you were lost and no matter where you ran or how desperately you hoped to live, the only escape was into the flames. You could only pretend you weren't lost, forget you were there, or burn with the idea of once again rising from the ashes like a phoenix.

The dream never really ended. There were more. You'd always wake up too hot, shifting to get cool, and wondering where you were.

I told myself that if I couldn't handle the heat I'd stay out of the kitchen, but even if I was scared numb, I couldn't stay away from fire. That didn't mean I was some asshole with nothing better to do, it just meant that when I met that genius in the book club one crazy afternoon, the attraction between us would be like a moth and the brightest moon you'd ever seen. And because of how he thrilled and surprised me, my powdery wings would tire and my vision would waver as I ascended into the sky. Like in my dreams, I'd never know how far I would go, just that I needed to keep on going.

"Rin."

I didn't hear the teacher the first time mostly because of the blood pounding in my head. Like when it gets really quiet and all you can hear is 'thud, thud, thud'. I hated that because it wrecked my train of thought whenever I tried to pretend I wasn't there.

"Rin!"

"Y-yes! Here!" I stammered, jumping to my feet.

"Y-yes! Here!" mimicked the moron behind me. They called him Bon.

The entire room roared in laughter and my face became hot. I eased back into my seat, forcing a smile. It was like that for the rest of the day—that same kid, who didn't really look like a kid, trying to get a laugh out of everything I did. It really pissed me off when I found out he wasn't just a smart ass, he actually had brains too.

Later in the period the teacher called on me when I clearly didn't know the answer, and the jerk off from earlier threw his hands up in distress, "Teacher call on me! It's me, I know the answer! I do! Call me teacher! Why don't you call on me? It goes so much faster when you call on the smart kids; you only call on the dumb kids. It takes forever to learn anything—please call on meeeeee!"

Okay, so he was smart, aggressive, and an okay looking bastard, but what was it about him that people found so funny, and so fascinating, if they were fascinated at all? I just wish people would look at me the way they looked at him.

When the lunch bell sounded, I bought a burger from the cafeteria and booked it once I learned Bon and his goddamn wolf pack were looking for me. The room I came crashing into was dusty, small, and occupied by a rather snooty looking brunet.

"I'm really sorry about barging in and all, but this total douche bag is on my ass and I needed to get away from him. He won't even let me eat my lunch!" I said, panting. I had wind, but ever since I started smoking, I'd been losing it.

There was a table in the center, flanked by two large bookshelves; though there weren't that many books and most of them looked untouched. I looked about some more, then plopped into the seat across from the guy who hadn't spoke since my abrupt arrival.

I started unwrapping my burger, but half way through, I opted for a cigarette.

The brunet snapped the book he had been reading shut and casually gestured me to hand the cigarette over to him, "No smoking."

"Oh, my bad."

I handed it over thinking it nice of him to extinguish it for me, but unexpectedly, he put it out on my hamburger and snapped the goddamn thing in half.

"You're not allowed to smoke anywhere within a mile of campus. I'm not a stickler for the rules, but I like my air clean and my books safe."

"What the hell was that for? Cigarettes aren't fucking cheap and lunches aren't either. What am I suppose to do now?"

"Should have thought of that before hand."

He seemed harmless at first, but this guy hit a nerve before we even had a chance to exchange names. I had no where else to go though, so I kept my ground and sat quietly.

Finally after some minutes I spoke, "It won't happen again. I normally don't smoke; it's just something I recently picked up this year," I said, not really expecting a response.

Without lifting his gaze from his book, he replied, "It doesn't suit you anyway."

Soon after the ten minute bell sounded I called out after him before he left, "You haven't read a single word in that book since I got here, have you? At first I thought you were just fidgeting, but you were actually counting down the seconds with your finger."

He said nothing and went his way. If I hadn't been behind him, I'm guessing he would've grinned at that.

Later that day, I showed up in the same place looking to join a club. I really didn't want trouble after school and I didn't feel like returning to an empty home just yet, so I came to the only place where I could screw off and read manga.

"Oh, hey. Are you here for the Book Club too?" I said upon seeing the same guy from before. I still didn't know his name, but I wasn't eager to learn it or anything.

"If you mean the Literature Club, then yes," he said.

"Po-tay-toe, po-tot-toe. So, is it just you then?"

"For now, unless you join. And I think there will be another person; a girl from our grade. Assuming you're also a senior."

Plopping down in the seat from before, I pulled out my phone wanting to text someone. Scrolling through my contacts I realized no one on the list would want to talk to me. So I looked over to the guy and I opened my mouth to speak, but I stopped myself when I realized he probably didn't want to talk to me either. I sighed and sunk into my seat, wallowing in my own suck.

"What you said about me earlier today surprised me," he said.

"What, the thing about you not reading?" I replied, straightening up in my seat.

"Yeah," he said checking his watch. "I don't think that girl is coming since it's a quarter til' four, so you wanna grab something to eat? I'll make up for the burger."

We took a train down to the shopping district and stopped by the fanciest burger place I could think of.

"Alright, order anything you want," he said once we were standing before the cashier.

"Anything?" I asked with a peculiar glint in my eye.

"Anything. Now hurry up."

"Yes, Sir! Okay, I'll have a Super Mac with large Fries, a Double Quarter Pound with extra Cheese, a Big and Super Tasty, Twelve Piece Chicken Nuggets, and one large Soda with refills. Oh and loads of hot sauce and ketchup, please." As soon as I finished, I sprinted over to an empty booth with a big, goofy grin on my face.

"You better eat it all. Fast food these days cost an arm and a leg," my browned haired friend said rather snappishly as he brought forth two trays of greasy goodness.

I began shoveling the food in like a swine and he watched me all fascinated yet disturbed like he'd been watching giraffe sex because that stuff is really disgusting you know.

"You sure do put it away; you'll get fat if you keep eating like that," he said more out of obligation than concern.

I took my last bite of my second hamburger and a large swig of soda to clear the palate, "I'm not a woman. Why the hell would I care about something like that?"

"Well you're obviously not human either," he said as he pushed up his glasses.

I laughed at this, "How the fuck would you know?"

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a woman stopped at our table. A real strange broad because of her hair and the way she carried herself, but a beaut nonetheless. She looked like the kind of woman most guys would go mad with desire for.

"Hey Potter, who's the kid?" asked the woman picking at my fries.

And just as I took the first bite of my third hamburger, the guy she called Yukio grabbed me by the face and laid down a big ol' kiss right on the pecker. The bastard pulled me so hard that he almost knocked over my soda. Rather than slugging him, beef and bun fell out of my mouth and onto the tray. Only then did I react. I picked up the wad of food, shoved it back into my mouth, and swallowed it whole. Yukio looked away mildly disgusted while the woman just laughed. Even I don't know why I did that.

"Good for you, Yukio. It seems you might just get laid after all! Who better to loosen that tight ass of yours than a male companion?"

Yukio drew in a breath and sighed; "Nice seeing you too, Shura. Try not to get laid on your way out of the parking lot."

The lady flipped the bird and walked away.

When she was finally out of sight, I turned to Yukio; "What the fuck, man?"

"I have an offer you may want to consider," he digressed. "For a reasonable price I'll pay you to convince my father to quit meddling in my romantic affairs. In other words, I want you to pose as my lover."

I nearly choked at that. Pushing to my feet, I exclaimed: "Hell no! I don't care how much money you pay, I won't-"

"230,000 yen a month, all other expenses paid," he replied nonchalantly.

"That's absurd!"

"So you'll do it?" he asked.

"Absurdly low: 400,000 yen," I said.

"300,000."

"Go die!" I exclaimed.

"300,000 yen and nothing more. And so you know, I'm offering this just for you to stand in and eat with me."

"And tell people I take it up the ass? Go fuck yourself!" I shouted.

"Lower your voice, people are staring."

"You're crazy!" I retorted.

"How would you know?"

"Fuck you, I know shit!"

"It's not like you have some sort of reputation to uphold. You'll earn more than you make in a year flipping burgers, you'll also learn how to defend yourself, and girls might come to you—for fashion advice of course."

At that point, I was so angry that I shoved the rest of my burger in his snooty face, "Fucking rich kids with too much time and money on their hands; why don't you go home and fuck your parents some more?"

He suddenly came at me from across the table and I threw my soda which did little to stop him.

I slid out from the booth and into the aisle; sprinting a ways down, I quickly turned on my feet with my right fist retracted. And just as I took the first swing, it barely nicked his jaw. He hadn't been following too closely: smart bastard. Unfazed, he darted over and tackled me, and for a real nerdy looking guy, he was strong and had wind.

Eventually, we were on the floor choking each other out until security had to pull us apart.

We ended up at a local police station because someone had phoned the cops. Yukio waited on his guardian and I was a sitting duck. Now that I've screwed up, pretending to be gay with Mr. Tight Ass seemed a far better deal than getting turned out by a gang of depraved thugs.

"Are you going to call someone?" he finally asked more bored than concerned.

"Nah," I said, fiddling with the chain between my handcuffs.

He went silent and watched me for some time, "You don't have anyone to call, do you?"

I didn't respond.

"My Name is Yukio, and I-"

"Maybe I don't give a shit. Maybe I don't remember the last time I blew my nose either."

He paused, quietly regaining his composure, "I won't press charges, but only on the condition that you accept my offer."

"So you're black mailing me?"

"No, I'm giving you an option."

"What a load of horse manure," I sighed. "Fine then, take me home and I'll assume the position."

"Don't make bargains your butt can't handle."

He laughed and I refused to get hot in the face again. But I swear, that was the first time I ever saw the prick smile. He had a sense of humor after all.
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