Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/6861994.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Ao_no_Exorcist_|_Blue_Exorcist
  Relationship:
      Okumura_Yukio/Shima_Renzou, Suguro_"Bon"_Ryuuji/Okumura_Rin
  Character:
      Shima_Renzou, Okumura_Yukio, Amaimon_(Ao_no_Exorcist), Okumura_Rin,
      Suguro_"Bon"_Ryuuji, Mephisto_Pheles, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Explicit_Language, Romance, Immobility
  Series:
      Part 2 of ANE_Curse_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-05 Completed: 2016-05-16 Chapters: 16/16 Words: 35816
****** Sick at Heart ******
by Scarlett_sama
Summary
     Sequel to Silent Games! Amaimon has set his sights on a new target,
     Renzou Shima. With the stakes higher than ever, will Yukio make it to
     save Shima's life; or will his sensei watch him die?
***** Prologue *****
Sick At Heart YukiRen
Prologue
Shima let out a soft sigh, as he leaned his head back on the base of the
fountain and smiled. The sky above him was a soft baby blue and not a single
cloud dared to adorn the sky, as the teen relaxed against the marble and closed
his eyes. The soft chatter from the students around him slowly drowning out as
Shima tapped his fingers against his knee, and listening to the music playing
deep in the back of his head. Just as yelling erupted not too far from him and
the teen quickly opened his eyes to look around till he saw the two Okumura
brothers arguing. Rin being the loudest between the two of them as he gave his
younger brother, Yukio, a frown and continued with their arguing.
"Yukio, what is your problem?" Rin practically yelled, as Rin stopped in his
tracks and glared at his younger twin. "You've been hounding me ever since we
left the dorms!"
"Well, you're the one who was late coming back last night." Yukio spoke, as he
crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "Where were you?"
"Where else do you think I'd be?" Rin questioned, as he crossed his arms over
his chest. "I've got a boyfriend now! It doesn't take a genius to figure out I
was with Bon!"
Yukio just gave Rin was of his usual excuses, as Shima smiled and watched them.
It had only been a whole week since Bon and Rin got together, and everyone knew
about them. It had only taken about two class periods before everyone in the
school knew about it. All thanks to some freshman who stumbled across them
making out in a deserted hallway. Nonetheless, even Shima himself knew the two
weren't as close as they had been three weeks ago.
It had been three weeks ago that Rin came to class, without his voice, did it
all start between the two. Well, the actual start would've been when Rin came
to their assistance when a group of hobgoblins attacked. In which ended with
Rin getting his hip ripped open by the huge hobgoblin and almost every doctor
trying to patch him up, did it start. That was when Bon decided he'd stay by
Rin's side, till he was on his feet. Which made his best friend miss out on
almost a good full week of school, not like it mattered. Bon had ended up
taking the demon, Miwa, and the pink-haired himself, back to their hometown to
see everyone. Which was Bon's excuse to get away from school and help Rin get
to know him better. How it went from there was something Shima himself didn't
know, but he wasn't complaining. Rin and his best friend were as happy as they
could be, and Shima was happy for them. The two teen's fights were dearly
missed, but it was good to see the two so comfortable together. Rin had never
looked happier at the academy, but his younger brother was a different story.
On the outside Yukio always looked cool, calm, and closed up to everyone; but
Shima saw something in him that changed all that. It was always in the most
important moments that Yukio had a small glimmer in his eyes, and that's what
Shima adored. The small things that always made him realize there was so much
more to his teacher, than what he showed on the outside, and that is what
striked him to uncover it. To try and find his teacher's true feelings and see
them for himself, but with the teacher-like mask always on; it was nearly
impossible. If anything, Shima loved his sensei more than anything in the
world; but even he knew it was impossible to love Yukio. His sensei was perfect
and everything he wasn't. Not even Shima could compete for his teacher's
attention, and no matter what he did he always failed. Which made moments like
this perfect. He could watch his crush from afar and be content with it,
despite the ache in his chest and the weight on his heart. He truly loved
Yukio, but at least from a distance he wouldn't lose that love.
"Kiss me, K-kiss me! Infect me with you love, and fill me with your poison!"
Shima jumped as his phone suddenly went off and dug through his pocket to get
it. A group of girls giggling as they walked past, as Shima's cheeks turned a
soft pink.
"Take me, t-take me! Wanna be a victim, ready for abduct-!"
"Hello?" Shima spoke, as he finally got his phone out f his pocket and
answered.
"Shima, it's Bon." The pink-haired teen's best friend spoke, as Shima watched
the Okumura twins continue to argue in the courtyard. "I need your help with
something."
"What do you need?" Shima asked, as the twins were finally heading toward the
school entrance.
"I need help getting a present for Rin." Bon spoke, his tone a bit nervous. "I
thought you'd be able to help, since you guys were friends before I started
dating him."
"I can help with that." The pink-haired teen spoke, as he excitedly grabbed his
things and stood up. "Give me five minutes and I'll be there."
"Alright, see you at my dorm."
With that, Bon hung up as Shima slung his backpack over his shoulder and shoved
his phone into his pocket. The pink-haired teen grinning to himself, as he
headed for the boys dorm building, and pushed past the students in the
courtyard. The young teen getting several cute looks from a group of girls, as
Shima gave them a smile and did his best to ignore them. It was true he was
known as the ladies man around school, but the whole truth was he had only gone
out with a few girls who blew his image way out of proportion. Only because he
was the only guy in the whole school that could treat a girl the way they
wanted to be treated.
Despite his overblown image, and the rumors running around school, he only had
his sights on his teacher. Yes, he had dated a girl or two; but it was only to
try and sop up the pain that built up in his chest. Yukio was a great person,
but an even greater exorcist and he wanted to be able to stand beside him no
matter what. The distance between them hurt, but he had been able to manage it
so far and he knew he would last a little longer. Besides, it wasn't like his
life was on the line or anything.
After letting out a soft sigh, Shima took the short cut through the cherry
blossoms and smiled as he noticed the buds on the trees were just days from
blooming. A twig snapping behind him moments later, as Shima stiffened and
whipped around. Only to be slammed into the tree a few feet from him, as the
teen let out a soft groan in pain and looked over in the direction the attack
came from. The young teen almost shaking in fear, as he saw Amaimon watching
him curiously. The Earth King tilting his head to the side, as he knelt down in
front of him and looked at him.
"Did I break anything?" The Earth King asked, as he looked at the young teen.
Shima giving the demon a scared shake of the head, before Amaimon nodded. The
upper level demon giving him a curt nod, before he grabbed the teen by the
collar of his shirt and pulled him to his feet. The Earth King standing up as
well, as he brushed the dirt off the teen's shirt and stepped back.
"Good, I can't let my new toy get broken."
"Toy?" Shima spoke in confusion, as he stared at the demon in fear and fought
back the urge to yell for help.
Amaimon gave him a nod, as he watched the pink-haired teen picking up his
backpack.
"You see, my last game wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be." The demon spoke, as
he frowned slightly. "We played a very interesting game about three weeks ago
and he won. So now I don't have anyone to play with."
"Three weeks ago?" Shima spoke, as he gave the demon a weird look and the facts
clicked into place. "You're the one that took Rin-chan's voice!
"Correct." The Earth King spoke, as he leaned back on his heels. "I have to say
it wasn't a very fun game, but it's over and I don't have a toy to play with
anymore. He's too focused on his lover to pay attention to me."
"Then why don't you get a new to-" Shima's sentence came to a halt, as a smirk
stretched across the demon's face and Shima's face paled.
"I've been thinking the same thing." The Earth King mused, as he took a step
toward the teen and Shima stepped back into the tree. "I've been taking my time
finding my next toy and I've found the perfect one."
Dreading the response, Shima swallowed the lump in his throat and stared at the
demon in fear.
"You'll be the perfect player in my new game, and I won't have to worry about
getting a new toy."
"Th-there's nothing you can take from me." Shima stuttered, as he tried not to
sound scared. "If you take my voice Rin-chan will know it's you!"
"I'm perfectly aware of that." Amaimon spoke, as he gave the teen an evil
smirk.
Shima's brain immediately panicking, as he pushed himself away from the tree
and tried to make a break for it. The teen getting a few steps away, before an
arm wrapped around his waist and a hand covered his mouth. The young teen
squeaking in fear, as the Earth King let out a low growl in displeasure and
kept the teen close to him.
"You're not allowed to run away, Renzou." The Earth King spoke in a threatening
tone, as Shima shook in his hold. "I've researched you pretty thoroughly, so
there's no place you can hide from me. So know your place."
The pink-haired teen gave the demon a small nod, before the demon removed his
hand from the teen's mouth and slid his fingers against the teen's neck.
"Wh-what do you want with me, then?" Shima asked, as he shivered at the demon's
icy cold touch.
"Isn't it obvious?" The demon mused. "I want to play a game."
"Wh-what kind of game?"
Amaimon chuckled, as he released the teen from his hold; but took firm hold on
the teen's wrist.
"Don't worry. You might get something if you win."
"What?"
"Your precious Sensei."
Shima froze, as he looked back at the demon and Amaimon smirked.
"Here's how my new game works." The Earth King spoke, as he reached his hand in
his pocket and rummaged around for something. "I'm giving you ten days to win
this game, and you can't tell anyone about it; till I say so. Secondly, what
I'm going to give you will take affect in an hour. The only way to win the game
is to make your Sensei fall in love with you and confess his love to you."
"Wh-what's the catch?" Shima demanded, as the Earth King pulled a syringe and
vial out of his pocket.
Amaimon chuckled slightly, as he let go of the teen's wrist and drew the liquid
out of the vial and into the syringe.
"This here is a nifty little virus I found." The Earth King spoke, as he tapped
the syringe. "You see, it's harmless to demons, but it's fairly effective on
humans."
"What does it do?" Shima demanded, as he took a step back, as the demon tried
to grab his arm.
Without warning the teen's arm was jerked toward the demon and the syringe was
pushed into his arm. The teen unable to react, till the liquid was already
forced into his blood stream and the teen pushed himself away from the demon.
Amaimon smirking, as he shoved the objects back into his pocket and enjoyed the
look of shock and fear on the young teen's face.
"The virus I just gave you will slowly make you sick." The demon explained, as
Shima looked at him. "In an hour it'll take effect and you'll start to feel
minor symptoms. From there those symptoms will slowly get worse, till you're to
the point you'll be bedridden. Then the virus will slowly start to kill you."
"K-kill me?" Shima spoke, as he stared at the demon in fear.
"It's designed to slowly shut down your body, until your heart and lungs stop
functioning." Amaimon spoke, as he casually pulled out a lollypop and pulled
off the wrapper. "I'm the only one with the antidote."
"Then give it to me! I didn't agree to this!" Shima yelled, as Amaimon frowned.
"You didn't have to agree, Renzou." The Earth King spoke, venom in his tone.
"You're my new toy, and as my new to you'll play my game."
"I'm not your toy!" Shima yelled, as he glared at the demon. "There is no way
I'm playing your games!"
"Then go ahead and die for all I care." The demon spoke, as he waved his hand
and headed for the academy. "But keep this in mind, Renzou. The only way to get
the antidote is to win the game, and you have to have your Sensei fall in love
with you to win."
"Go to hell!" Shima screamed, as he felt the tears well up in his eyes.
"Not this time, Renzou."
===============================================================================
Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
 
***** Chapter 1 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Day 1
7:05 am
"What took you so long?" Bon asked, after he had opened the door and stepped
aside to let the teen in. "You were taking so long I almost came out to look
for you."
"I got stopped by someone." Shima half lied, as he walked in and silently
wished Bon had come after him. "It had been a long while since I've seen him,
so we kind of caught up on a few points."
"That's a relief." Bon spoke, as he closed the door and chuckled.
"What do you mean?"
"I thought Amaimon had gotten to you." The teen spoke, immediately making Shima
pale out. "Rin told me the guy is still out and about. So when you took so long
I thought he ran into- Hey, are you alright?"
"Yeah! I'm fine!" Shima quickly spoke, as he gave his friend a grin and tried
to keep calm. "Anyway, you called me up to help you with a gift for Rin-chan?"
Bon gave the teen a nod, as he walked over and sat in a chair. The pink-haired
teen's best friend running a hand through his hair, before he sighed.
"Like I told you, I need help getting a gift for Rin." Bon spoke, as he messed
with the back of his head. "I thought I'd get him something for being able to
stick with me for a week. You know, like a-"
"Anniversary gift?" Shima finished, his best friend giving him a nod. "You do
realize Rin-chan probably hasn't gotten you anything, or even realized he had
to get you anything?"
"I know." Bon spoke, as he chuckled. "But that's half the fun. I want to see
his face when I give him something he really likes."
"I guess that means you're really close." Shima mumbled, as he bit his lip and
stared at the floor. His voice laced with jealousy and sadness, as Bon sighed.
"Are you still on him?" Bon frowned, as the older gave him a nod. "You do
realize Yukio is stuck up and over protective of Rin? There is no way you're
going to get his attention. No mater how many ties you hang around him and have
other girls give him your love letters. He's too hard headed."
"That's half the fun, though." Shima teased, as he used the brunette n'
blonde's words against him; then paused. "Besides, I love Sensei with my whole
being. There's no way I'll give up, till he tells me too."
"Then I can call him for you." Bon spoke, as he pulled out his phone and
scrolled through his contacts. "Make it a lot easier on you."
"Don't!" Shima practically yelled, as he snatched the phone out of his best
friend's hand. "If anyone is telling Sensei I love him, it's going to be me!"
"Alright, Alright." Bon sighed, as he backed off. "But you do realize you're
getting nowhere with this?"
"I know." Shima muttered, as he played with Bon's phone. "It's really hard to
tell Sensei I love him. Every time I get near him something stops me. Whether
it's another classmate or teacher. I can't get close to him."
"Then let's make a deal. You help me with my Kitten's gift, and I'll help you
with your Sensei."
"Deal!"
===============================================================================
3:53 pm
Shima let out a groan, as the bell rang for Cram school to end and he lowly
shoved his stuff in his backpack. The pink-haired teen giving Amaimon some
credit, when he said the virus inside him would become active in an hour. That
single fact coming to fruition, when a slight fever hit the teen during his
first period class of the day. Which in turn slowly got worse throughout the
day, especially when he got to lunch. The teen had gotten another of Rin's
wonderfully cooked lunches, but only ate about a forth of it, before he had to
give in. His stomach protesting against the food, leaving the teen with nothing
but rice to eat. His upset stomach disappearing before he got to Cram School,
and a high fever and headache to replace it soon after.
That was when Bon came up to him with the plan for him to meet Yukio alone
tonight, which was sounding more like a bad idea by the second. With the teen
feeling like he had been dragged through Ghenna and back, meeting his teacher
might be a no go; but he had to try. If the virus inside of him was giving him
this many problems off the bat, the longer he waited the worse he would get.
After all, if he had ten days to get Yukio to tell him he loved him; then the
virus was going to strike hard and fast. Which made the pink-haired teen scared
at the least. With ten days to win he could easily be bedridden in two days
time. Which could easily spell bad news for the teen. Nonetheless, he had to
meet Yukio if it was the last thing he did.
"Okumura-Sensei, can I have a word with you?" Bon spoke, breaking Shima from
his thoughts as he saw his best friend walking up to their teacher.
"What do you need, Suguro?" Yukio asked, as he looked up from the tests they
just took.
"Well, you see, Rin told me there's someone in his class that'd love to meet
you sometime and I was wondering if you'd meet them tonight." Bon spoke, as
Shima pulled himself together and shoved the rest of his things in his
backpack. "Just stop by and say hello. You know, maybe talk a little?"
"I don't know-"
"This classmate really cares about you, Okumura-Sensei. Do you really want to
let them down?" Bon asked, laying it on as thick as he could get as Yukio's
gaze turned to the desk.
"What time do I meet this classmate, and where?" Their teacher asked, after a
moment of silence, making Shima's heart pound in his chest.
"Seven o'clock tonight, on the path that cuts through the cherry blossoms.
There's a door at the beginning of it. That's where they'll be waiting."
Yukio gave the pink-haired teen's best friend a nod, before Shima headed out
the door. Bon out a few moments later, as he gave his best friend a smile and
messed up Shima's hair.
"Thanks, Bon."
"No problem. Just don't screw up, and go get him."
===============================================================================
6:55 pm
Shima nervously fiddled with the zipper on his pink hoodie, as he silently
waited for his teacher to show. It was true he was early, but if he wasn't he'd
be late. So standing out in the cold for the next five minutes wasn't too bad.
At least the teen could rack up the courage to tell Yukio he loved him. That
and make it so his teacher couldn't recognize him from a mile away. He had
already had the hood up and covering his hair, even though the hoodie was pink.
It was the most girlish thing he had in his whole closet and it would have to
do. All he had to do was not slouch, or shove his hands in his pockets, and
he'd be fine. No slouching, stand tall, hands out of pockets, keep hands close
to chest; act innocent. Within a few moments the teen was comfortable enough
with himself, as he let out a shaky sigh and set a cold hand on his forehead.
The teen still had a mild fever, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.
Besides, the cold air seemed to be helping a little and that was a plus.
Although the teen he knew he would regret it later, at least he was feeling all
right.
"Excuse me, are you the girl from Rin's class?" A voice asked, as Shima jumped
at the sound of his teacher's voice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
Shima just nervously nodded to avoid looking at his teacher and looked toward
the grass instead. Footsteps sounding a fair distance from him, before they
stopped a few feet from him. Shima's heart thundering in his chest, as he kept
his hands close to his chest and squeezed them together.
"A friend of my brother said you wanted to meet me?"
With that, Shima gave him a small nod.
"Can I Have your name, or something?" Yukio asked, his voice a but uncertain."
"S-Sensei already knows my name." The older teen softly spoke, as he tried his
best to sound a little feminine.
"Are you in one of my classes?" The younger asked, which earned him another
nod. "Can I see your face at least? It feels a bit odd if I can't see you."
Shima immediately shook his head, as he took a step back and looked away. The
mood seeming to plummet, as it was silent between them and Shima nervously bit
his lip.
"I'm sorry I disappointed you, Sensei." Shima spoke, as he nervously backed
away. "I just wanted Sensei to know I love him is all."
"Then can I see your face?" Yukio almost pleaded, as he took a step toward him
and the older teen stumbled backward.
A huge fever hitting him at that exact moment, as the teen let out a startled
gasp and a hand grabbed his arm. His teacher catching him in time to pull him
to his chest, and protecting him from harm, as his hood feel free. Yukio's grip
on him loosening, as he stared down at the teen in shock, and Shima's face
turned beat red.
"S-Shima?" Yukio stuttered in shock, as he helped the older stand and took a
step back. "I-is this a joke?"
"No! It's not!" Shima quickly spoke, giving his teacher a worried look. "I know
Sensei wouldn't believe me if I told him, so I kept it a secret this whole
time! It wasn't till today Bon told me I should tell you, before I lost my
chance. I'm so sorry I tricked you, Sensei. I just wanted you to know I love
you!"
By the time the teen had finished, his face was a deep cherry red and his hands
were shaking. The pink-haired teen unable to believe he had just spoken the
words that just came out of his mouth. His once locked up secret now out in the
open and now know by none other than the one person he never thought he'd tell.
Not like the fact mattered in the least at the moment. The sudden fever the
teen had gotten was unpredicted and full of warning. If he was lucky he had a
few moments, even half a minute, before a more intense one hit.
"Are you sure you aren't joking?" Yukio asked, as he looked the teen over
before looking around. "Nii-san didn't put you up to this?"
"No one, but me put me up to this Sensei." Shima spoke, as he gently grabbed
his teacher's hand and ignored his teacher flinching at the contact. "Yes. Bon
set it up, but that was only because he was helping me. No one made me do this,
Sensei."
His teacher let out a sigh, as he ran a hand over his face. The pink-haired
teen trying to focus as his vision started to turn fuzzy and a fever started to
creep its way in.
"When did you first find out you loved me?" His teacher asked, looking at him
and noticing the older's face was nearly drained of all color; his cheeks
flushed. "Shima, are you alright?"
"Yeah. Just a bit dizzy." The teen mumbled, before his knees gave out and his
head tried to meet the ground.
Right until a pair of arms caught him, before he could hit the earth, and a
soft blurred voice called out to him. His teacher appearing in his line of
vision moments later, as the exorcist pulled the older's hair back and felt his
forehead. Yukio saying something his ears couldn't comprehend, but hi s eyes
could. It was something about him having a bad fever, but not even he was good
at reading lips. He didn't even realize he was off the ground until his head
was lying against his teacher's shoulder and his knees were in sight. Which
told him that his teacher had lifted him up and was carrying him somewhere,
wherever he was going didn't matter, however. He was finally so close to his
teacher and Yukio wasn't pushing him away. Wasn't yelling at him, or giving him
an annoyed look. No insults and no comebacks. He was lying in his teacher's
arms and Yukio was allowing it to happen. Letting them have that wonderful
contact that the pink-haired teen had only dreamed of every night, and he
couldn't be happier.
"Sh-i-ma, can y-ou hear m-e?" Yukio asked, as his teacher was looking down at
him; his voice a bit fuzzy in his ears.
"Little." Shima spoke, or at least he hoped he did because of his momentarily
hearing loss.
"Go-od. You near-ly passed o-ut." Yukio spoke, as he gave him a look of relief.
"I'm ta-king you back to th-e dorms. Y-ou need r-est."
"I can't." The older teen spoke, before Yukio stopped and gave him a weird and
worried look.
"Why?"
"I don't have a roommate, so there's no one to look after me." Shima spoke, as
e leaned against his teacher's shoulder. "So there's no one to keep my fever
down and check on me."
"What abou-t Suguro?"
"Too far away and he's rooming with Miwa." The teen spoke, as he momentarily
closed his eyes. "Plus, I don't want to ruin his relationship with Rin-chan.
They look so happy together."
After that he remembered his teacher saying something like:
"Yeah, they do."
But after that everything was fuzzy. His mind a bit of a blur and the teen
slipping in and out of consciousness. He could've only guess his teacher had
kept walking, because he felt a cool breeze wash over him, but he remembered
nothing else. Which was completely fine with him. Even if his confession had
been a near close disaster, at least he had gotten one of the few things he
never wanted. To be held closely in his teacher's arms.
===============================================================================
Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Day 2, Saturday
8:07 am
With much effort, Shima opened his eyes and groaned. The light from the window
was intense and bright in his eyes, as he went to roll off his bed. Only to run
face first right into the wall. The pink-haired teen letting out a small yelp
of pain, and whining when his head throbbed, until a damp washcloth fell off
his forehead and sat beside his head. Shima giving the piece of cloth a weird
look, before he grabbed it and sat up. His huge fever barely anything now, as
footsteps sounded down the hall and skidded to a stop somewhere behind him.
Which was rather odd, considering his bed faced the door.
"Shima, I heard a thump. Are you alright?" His teacher's voice asked, as
Shima's cheeks instantly turned pink.
"I-I'm fine, Sensei." Shima stuttered out, as his teacher walked into the room
and appeared beside the bed. "I just kind of rolled into the wall and hit my
head."
"Are you alright? How bad does it hurt?" Yukio asked, as he reached out and
brushed aside the older's bangs to look for bruising.
"I said I was fine, Sensei." Shima laughed, as he took his teacher's hand away
from his forehead and gently held it. "You don't have to be so worried about
me, Sensei."
"Sorry, it's just you passed out last night and I got really worried. So I
brought you back to Nii-san and I's dorms, cause I didn't know what else to
do." Yukio rambled, as his hand surprisingly tightened around him. "Plus, I was
worried about that huge fever you had. I tried everything I could to bring it-"
With a smile, the pink-haired teen silenced the exorcist with a finger.
"I'm alright, Sensei." Shima spoke, as big smile on his face. "I feel a lot
better, now. My fever is nearly gone."
In an instant his teacher's whole attitude changed. Yukio instantly taking his
hand back, as he nodded, and took the washcloth out of Shima's hand. The older
teen silently watching his crush walk over to the desk by the window, to drape
the damp clothe over the edge of the bowl sitting on the desk's surface.
"Give me some time." Yukio softly spoke, the older almost not catching his
teacher's comment.
"What?"
"You said you love me. So give me some time to think."
Shima gave him a nod, as he noticed his teacher's grip on the chair tighten.
"Then I'll answer Sensei's question from last night." Shima spoke, as Yukio
turned his head and looked at him. "I think the moment I fell in love with you
was the first day of Cram School."
Shima's face turned a strawberry red, as Yukio looked at him in surprise and he
easily recalled the memory of that day.
"You walked in through that door and I couldn't take my eyes off you. You
looked so perfect in your exorcist uniform, and the guns were a nice turn on,
but you looked so relaxed. It felt like you had been teaching for years, when
you opened your mouth and explained everything. Even your voice sounded like
brilliant music to my ears." Shima smiled, as he noticed his teacher's face was
a soft pink and got off the bed to walk toward him. "Then when Rin-chan
accidently made that vile break, and those hobgoblins attacked, you were so
quick and smart to get everyone out in time. After that I couldn't see you, but
I could hear the gun shots going off and you yelling at Rin-chan. You know what
you were doing, but one thing bothered me."
The teen stopped walking when he had cornered his teacher against the desk, and
had leaned forward to set his hands on either side of the younger twin. Yukio
staring at him with a mesmerized look on his eyes, as he gazed into the
older's. It obvious the distance between them made him uncomfortable, as he
leaned back a bit on the desk.
"I could never tell what you were thinking. How you felt about what was going
on. You were constantly emotionless, closed out to the rest of us, and the only
one who can change is Rin-chan. You'd always frown at him, when he failed a
test, or smiled when he did well; but I was never able to make you happy or
sad. Not even angry or confused. Nonetheless, I fell deeply in love with you
and I can't let you go. You have no idea how I feel about you Sensei."
"Shi-Shima-" Yukio started, before Shima silenced him with a finger.
"I feel like I would die without you." The older spoke softly, as he admired
the soft red hue on his teacher's cheeks.
Shima not wasting his chance, as he moved his fingers away from his teacher's
lips and replaced it with his own. Yukio giving him a look of shock, before his
knees gave and Shima caught him. The older wrapping his arm around his
teacher's waist in time to keep him from falling, as he pressed his body
against his teacher's and savored the kiss. His teacher's lips soft and sweet
against his, as he gently closed his eyes and let go of the kiss. It only a few
moments later, before he opened his eyes and saw the still shocked look on his
teacher's face, as he blinked down at him and seemed to be lost for words.
"Let's call that my thank you, for taking care of me." Shima finally spoke, as
he gave his teacher a gentle smile. "And to show how much I love Sensei."
Without another words, Yukio gave him a forced nod and pushed past him. The
younger practically dashing right out of the room, before Shima bit his lip and
let out a curse. The pink-haired teen staring down at the bowl of water on the
desk, as he tried to figure out what had just happened; and why he had just
kissed his teacher. As far as he knew, his teacher hadn't kissed anyone, and he
had probably just taken his teacher's first kiss.
"Yeah, you did." A voice spoke, making Shima turn and nearly jump when he saw
Amaimon sitting on the window ledge. "You took his first kiss, and he's not
very pleased with you."
"What are you doing here?" Shima demanded, as he gave the demon a glare.
"Checking up on my toy." The demon spoke amusingly, as he looked him over. "And
you don't look too bad for your second day with the virus."
"Sensei took care of me." Shima spoke, as he looked back at the water in the
bowl. "My immune system isn't very strong, but it's thanks to Sensei I've been
able to manage so far."
All the demon did was nod, before he watched him with curiosity.
"You're no funner than my brother." Amaimon spoke. "He barely did anything at
all in his game. His lover did."
"Well, Yukio probably isn't happy with me. So there is no need for me to bother
him anymore than I have. I just don't know why I kissed him like that. That
wasn't what I wanted to do. I just wanted to hold him."
Amaimon said nothing, as he watched him voice his thoughts. The demon almost
interested in him in a way.
"I didn't mean to scare him at all. I love Yukio, and I didn't meant to force
myself on him. It makes me feel terrible, when I remember the look on his face.
It tears me apart."
"You humans are such pathetic creatures." The Earth King deadpanned, as Shima
turned and glared at him. "We demons don't care about feelings. It's conquer or
be conquered."
"Well, I'm no demon." Shima spoke harshly.
"Yukio is."
"Whether Yukio is a demon or not doesn't matter to me. I love him."
"What if I told you he's thinking about you right now?" The demon asked, as
Shima stared at him and Amaimon gave him a pleased smirk. "About that kiss. How
it felt so good, but he knew it wasn't right. How he felt like something dark
inside him tried to break free and take over him. Something even you could
possibly fear, if you knew what it was. How, if he had let it take over, you
would've been his prey."
Shima swallowed the new lump in his throat, as Amaimon gave him an evil grin
and jumped up the ledge to walk toward him.
"If he had given in, he would've laid you flat on the floor and left you naked.
Nothing but skin and bones, with your legs open wide for him. You wouldn't have
stood a chance against him."
Shima nearly stumbled back, as the Earth King stopped just in front of him and
the image flashed through his head. Almost as if the older demon was forcing it
on him, as the teen took a step back and looked to the floor. The thought of
his teacher like that was straight on sexy and hot for all he cared, but the
Earth King's words scared him. If his teacher was capable of leaving him in
such a vulnerable state, there was so much more he could do. Things only he
dreamed about, when he slept.
"He's coming back up the stairs, so pull yourself together." Amaimon warned,
before he was gone in a blink of an eye.
The pink-haired teen quickly shaking his head, before he turned back to the bed
he slept in and quickly tided up. His teacher walking in, as he set the pillow
on the bed and avoided his teacher's gaze.
"I want to thank Sensei for caring for me." Shima spoke softly, as Yukio stood
in the doorway and didn't speak. "But I'm sorry for kissing you. It was wrong
of me and I'm sorry. I won't touch Sensei, again, unless you allow me to."
The room was completely silent, as Shima grabbed his hoodie and pushed past his
teacher. The teen not even bothering to look back, or speak; as he missed the
look on his teacher's face after he head spoken. From a look of pure bills
covered with a calm mask, to a look of pure devastation covered by a look of
sorrow and regret.
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Day 2 Continued, Saturday
8:25 am
Yukio didn't say a word as his student disappeared from his line of sight. Make
that he couldn't. The younger teen didn't know why Shima's attitude had changed
so suddenly, and now he had the upmost urge to find out. It wasn't even eight
minutes ago that he had been cornered against by that same teen. His heart
thundering loudly in his chest, and his hands shaking, just before those lips
melded with his. The gesture so gentle and soothing, that he had found himself
unable to move. The younger teen barely able to believe his student was capable
of such a thing, even if he had heard all the rumors. Everyone in school called
him the ladies man, and he could see why. Even if that kiss had been brief, the
younger had felt the other's soft lips against his own and a soft tingling
feeling deep in his gut. Although the moment his knees gave out and the older's
body was pushed against his, he had felt like something else had taken over
that good feeling. That once light feeling turning into a dark and foreboding
one. Almost as if his sexual instinct had heightened to new levels and was
begging for control. Begging him to let it take over and consume him, just so
he could take his student.
The very image that had come to his mind was definitely something he wouldn't
have ever thought about the older, although the dark feeling told him
otherwise. It was only moments before he had seen his student laid out on the
floor and naked in front of him. His brown eyes a beautiful lustful honey color
and his legs spread apart for him. His entrance all puckered out and waiting
for him, as his hard cock laid on his stomach. Shima's face a deep strawberry
red color, as he shakily rose a hand up to reach out for him. The older
practically begging him to take him.
Although the image he had seen only lasted second, before Shima had pulled away
from him, it was permanently etched into his mind. After that he had gotten as
far away from his student as fast as he could. The younger afraid of staying
and hurting the older, as he stopped in front of the sink and splashed his face
with some water to calm himself down. After a few minutes whatever had tried to
take over died away and he slowly made his way back to the room he had left
Shima in. Only to find the teen fixing the mess he made, before telling him
those damaging words. He had felt happy for once and here he was now. Standing
in the doorway to the room his student had been in and on the verge f tears.
The younger knowing whatever had made his student feel that way was going to
have some explaining to do, because the pain in his chest told him that he
didn't have to think anymore. He had feelings for his student, however small
they were, and he had to act on them, before it was too late.
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8:50am
Shima let out a breath of relief, as he finally got to his dorm and closed the
door behind him. His little trip back to the dorms having taken a lot longer
then he had expected, and even longer than it had ever taken him to get back to
his room. Although the teen knew he had to be a bit lenient because of the
virus, but a whole twenty-five minutes was pushing it. It usually took him a
whole ten to fifteen, but his new time was ridiculous. The teen could only
guess he was getting worse, again, but didn't want to jinx his pretty good
health at the moment. He had homework to do and a project he had put on hold
for sometime, so laying and relaxing wasn't in the list at the moment.
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4:35 pm
With a sigh of relief, Shima closed the blue scrapbook in front of him and
smiled. After a good seven to eight hours of works, and managing to shove food
down his throat without puking, the pink-haired teen had finished his homework
and the scrapbook he had promised he'd make Bon and Rin. Which had turned out
pretty well in his opinion especially since he was getting sicker by the hour.
He knew he'd probably last another hour or two, before he had to collapse for
the night and get some rest. He was pretty exhausted already, but staying up
and extra hour or two wouldn't kill him just yet. Besides, if he had the time
correct, Bon was probably still studying before he went to help Rin make
dinner. So he still had time to catch his best friend, before he left. Not like
he was leaving the dorm room anytime soon, though. Walking down a whole flight
of stairs sounded terrible at the moment and he wasn't up for the challenge.
Lucky him his phone wasn't too far away, though. It only taking moments, before
he pulled up a text and sent a quick message to his best friend.
'Finished the scrapbook. Come pick it up, before you go see Rin.'
The older teen watching the screen, till it turned black and he forced himself
up off the floor. The pink-haired teen immediately catching himself, as he
grabbed the edge of the desk and his head throbbed. The teen squeezing his eyes
shut, before he let out a deep breath and stood up. Shima finding himself a bit
steadier on his feet, till a knock hit the door and the teen's knees gave way.
His knees hitting the floor in seconds, and the teen let out a hiss of pain and
heard Bon's voice.
"Shima, are you alright?" Bon called out, from behind the door.
"Just peachy." Shima called back, before he gave up and getting off the floor.
"Just use the key I gave you."
Without hesitating, Shima heard his best friend open the door and walk inside.
The older teen not bothering to look over as the door closed and Bon headed for
him.
"I got your text." He said, before he stopped beside him. "How'd your meeting
with Yukio go?"
"It was alright." Shima spoke, as he picked up the blue scrapbook off the floor
and handed it to his friend. "He thought it was a big joke, but it doesn't
matter now."
"What the hell do you mean it doesn't matter?" Bon demanded, as he frowned down
at him and didn't take the scrapbook from him. "And what's with you? You look
terrible."
"I'm sick." The teen spoke, as he gave up and set the scrapbook back n the
floor. "I'm dizzy, I feel sick to my stomach, I've got a headache, and I'm
tired. You might as well add that I've got a fever, because I can't tell
anymore."
"Then why haven't you gone to see a doctor?" Bon asked, as he helped the older
teen up to his feet. "Or at least take something for it? You'd feel better
after that."
"Making it back here was enough of a challenge, but I can't walk myself all the
way to a doctor." Shima spoke, as Bon helped him sit on the bed. "Besides, I
just want to get some sleep."
"Have you eaten anything in the past three hours?" the teen best friend asked,
which earned him a big no. "Then you need something in your stomach, or you'll
feel worse later."
"My stomach can't take it though." The older teen spoke, which was ignored as
Bon took out his cellphone and placed a call.
"Hey, Kitten. It's me." Bon spoke, as he smiled. It obvious he was talking to
Rin, considering he didn't call anyone else by that pet name. "Yeah, I won't
miss tonight. I know how much you love your sukiyaki."
There was a pause, as he listened to the demon.
"Yeah, no problem, but I need a favor from you." Another pause. "Shima is sick
and his stomach can't handle food, can you whip him up something he can eat?"
"Bon, Rin-chan doesn't have to-" Shima started, before Bon interrupter him.
"Alright. Thank you, Kitten. I'll be there in a second. Love you." At that, Bon
hung up and picked the scrapbook up off the floor. "Rin said he'd see what he
and Ukobach can whip up for you, and he hopes you get better."
"But Rin-chan doesn't have to go through all that trouble." Shima spoke, as Bon
sighed and frowned at him.
"Look, I just don't want you to pass out." Bon spoke, as he looked at him.
"Both of us already know you're skinny as hell, so the last thing we need is
you getting really weak and not being able to leave this room. So just let me
and my kitten see what we can do to make you feel better. If worse comes to
worse we'll take you to a doctor, or to go see Yuki-"
"Sensei doesn't have to know!" Shima nearly blurted out, as he quickly covered
his mouth and Bon frowned.
"Why doesn't Yukio have to be involved?" Bon questioned, as he looked at him.
"What the hell happened between you two?"
There was a moment of silence, before Bon sighed and sat beside the older. Both
of them silent, before Bon took his hand and gave him a serious look. The
gesture reminding him of when they were kids and Bon was the only person he
could turn to with his problems. Something he had truly missed to this very
day.
"You know you can tell me, Shima." Bon spoke, as the older gave him a sad smile
and nodded. "I won't tell anyone. Not even Rin."
"I think I made Sensei mad." Shima spoke, as he looked down at his la and Bon
gave him a nod to go ahead and explain. "You see, when I went to meet Sensei, I
tried to hide the fact it was me. So then he wouldn't know, but then I got a
fever and I almost fell and he caught me. The hood on my head fell off and I
could tell he didn't like that it was me. He thought it was all al joke, and
then I had to explain it to him; but my fever won and I passed out."
Shima nervously bit his lip, before his best friend gave his hand a squeeze and
urged him to continue.
"I know we talked a little, but it's all fuzzy. Then I woke up and found out he
took back to his dorm building. Sensei had gotten my fever to go down and look
after me, too."
"So what's the problem then?" Bon asked, as he looked at the older teen. "All
I've got is you passing ou-"
"I kissed Sensei!" Shima nearly blurted out. "It was all an accident, too. I
was answering Sensei's question from last night and I got up to hug him, but I
ended up kissing him instead. Then his knees gave out and I tried to catch him,
but he was slipping, so I had to put myself up against him to keep him
upright."
Shima let out a shaky breath, before he shook his head and looked at his best
friend.
"He looked so freaked out, when I let go of the kiss. I just know he got the
wrong idea."
Silence soon followed, as Bon gave him a nod and sighed. Shima nervously
looking down at his lap to calm himself, till he saw how tightly he was holding
his best friend's hand. The older teen quickly letting his best friend's hand
free of his grip and silently apologizing.
"Well, for once I don't know what to tell you." Bon spoke, as he looked at the
older. "I mean, you've got a pretty good rumor going around. So he probably
doesn't know what to think, but this is Yukio we're talking about here. I bet
the guy has at least some sense to know you weren't trying to get him in bed."
Shima said nothing, as Bon sighed and checked the time on his phone.
"Look, I have to get going or Kitten will chew my head off. I'll come over with
food later and wake you up. Try and get some rest by then."
Shima gave him a nod, before Bon headed out the door and locked it behind him.
The teen finally alone by himself, as he looked at the floor and realized it
was still a mess. The pink-haired teen debating if he should clean up or not,
before his fever said otherwise. The teen quickly giving in, as he pulled back
the sheets and fell back on the mattress. Shima not even bothering to pull the
sheets over himself, before he fell asleep and wished he'd stay that way.
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4:58pm
"Nii-san, I'm home!" Yukio called out, as he took out his key and closed the
door. "What's for dinner?"
"Sukiyaki!" Rin practically had to yell, just so he could hear him. "Bon should
be here an minute now!"
Yukio frowned, as he shoved his keys into his pocket and walked toward the dorm
kitchen. His older brother looking at him, as he walked into the eating area
and gave him a weird look.
"What?" Rin asked, as Yukio stopped by the kitchen window.
"No offense, Nii-san, but does Suguro have to come over every night to help you
make dinner?" Yukio asked, as he watched his brother and Ukobach cook. "I know
you're in love with him and all, but don't you two need some space?"
"We do get our space." Rin spoke, as he checked on something else that was
cooking and went back to preparing the sukiyaki. "We haven't talked to each
other all day today, because he wanted to get his homework done and then Shura
dragged me into training. So I thought it'd be nice if we all are together."
Reluctantly, Yukio gave him a nod before he ran a hand through his hair and
sighed.
"Sorry, I'm just a little-"
"Confused." Rin finished, as he flashed him a smiled and checked the pot on the
stove again.
"Yeah." Yukio mumbled, as he realized his older twin read his mind. "What are
you cooking?"
"Bon called me, when he went to visit Shima." Rin spoke, as Yukio's cheeks
turned a soft pink at the mention of the teen's name. "Apparently he's sick and
his stomach doesn't agree with anything he eats, so I'm making something to
calm his stomach down."
"Wait, did you say sick?" Yukio asked, as Rin looked up and gave him a weird
look.
"Yes. Bon said he was sick." Rin repeated, as he seemed to sense the younger
twin's scattered thoughts. "Why?"
"This morning he said his fever was nearly gone." Yukio spoke, as Rin turned
off the stove and pulled the lid off the pot.
"Well, if you want to go over and see him wit till Bon get's here." Rin spoke,
as Ukobach handed him a Tupperware container and the older teen put some rice
in it and some of the stuff from the pot on the stove. "Bon has the spare key
to Shima's dorm room, so you can go with him when he gets here."
Almost on cu the front door to the building opened and both Rin and Blackie
perked up. His older twin's boyfriend appearing in the doorway moments later,
with a smile on his face and a scrapbook in his hand.
"Hey, Kitten." Bon spoke, as he set the scrapbook down on the table and walked
back into the kitchen. "Need any help?"
"Yeah, I finished Shima's food and Yukio wants to go with you." Rin spoke, as
he handed the container of food to his boyfriend and nodded to the exorcist.
There was silence, as Rin seemed to have read his boyfriend's mind and nodded.
The two teen's seeming to have a silent conversation, as Bon finally nodded and
looked at Yukio. Rin being the one to immediately go back to preparing dinner,
while Bon walked over to the kitchen window and handed Yukio the food and key.
"You go ahead and see him." Bon spoke, as Yukio took the items from him. "He's
a bit exhausted and stressed, so I think you should go over and look him over.
Just give him a one over and see what you think. He should be asleep, too. So
just go ahead and wake him up. If you don't he won't wake up till tomorrow."
Yukio gave the teen a nod, before he mentally wished his older brother a good
night and headed for Shima's dorm.
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Day 2 Continued, Saturday
5:38 pm
Shima let out a groan, as he was slammed into the wall and a pair hands rubbed
either sides of his hips. The movement slow and intoxicating, as he leaned his
head back and he felt lips against his neck. Which was soon followed by a harsh
suction on his neck, their teeth digging into his neck and sending waves if
energy down his spine. The person in front of him leaning against him, as their
hands made it to the collar of his shirt and eagerly tore the thing in half.
The room ark around them as the pink-haired teen found himself unable to stop
himself from blushing, as his chest was left out in the open for the person in
front of him. His skin nicely tanned and his nipples pert and pink, as he
nervously reached for the person before him.
His hands immediately being pushed aside, as their mouth moved lower and took
one of those pink buds captive. The pink-haired teen letting out a soft moan,
as that same mouth eagerly sucked on the pert bud and one of their free hands
played with the other. The teen barely coherent over the pleasure, and moaning,
to realize the person in front of him had unbuttoned his pants till they hit
the floor and the cold air nipped at his legs. The person before him moving
away from his chest to capture his lips against his lips in a passionate and
lustful kiss, before they wrapped their arms around his neck and ground their
hips against his.
Shima letting out a long and lustful moan, as he grabbed the person's hips and
guided them against his. The pink-haired teen making the friction more intense,
as they both groaned and Shima felt his now hard cock throb for release. The
bulge in the others telling the same story, as Shima pulled them closer and
increased the friction. The both of them on the edge, as the teen opened his
eyes and almost felt his heart stop. Standing in front of him was none other
than his teacher, and those aquamarine eyes said it all.
"Sh-ma…Shi-ma…Shima!"
In an instant, the pink-haired teen bolted upright and groaned. His headache
and fever combination striking back twice as hard, as the teen rubbed his cold
hand over his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut. The pain and heat
overpowering him, just as a hand touched his shoulder and caused him to jump.
"It's fine, Shima. It's just me." A familiar voice spoke, as Shima turned his
head and found none other than his teacher sitting by the bed. "Suguro told me
to come over and see you."
Shima inwardly frowned, as he cursed his best friend and nodded. Only Bon would
be smart enough to send over Yukio in his stead, when he knew the older teen
was having problems with him. It was his own way of making things better, when
they didn't need to be.
"Nii-san made this for you." His teacher spoke, interrupting his thoughts and
handing him a Tupperware container full of food. "Apparently Suguro called and
told Nii-san you were sick."
"My stomach can't handle food." The pink-haired teen forced out, as he
practically glared at the box. "That, and I'm not hungry."
Almost to protest the matter, the teen's stomach growled and Shima nervously
looked away in embaressment.
"How'd you get in here, anyway?" Shima asked, as he forced himself to look at
his teacher.
"Suguro gave me the key."
Shima practically lost it at that point. Here he was, sick as a dog, and
moments from yelling at his teacher, while he had a pounding headache and
fever. Not to mention his stomach couldn't handle anything that went in it, and
now here was his teacher. The very last person he wanted to see, sitting next
to his bed with food; all thanks to Bon's idea of making him feel better. Go
him!
"Shima, about earlier-"
"I don't want to talk about it." The older teen spoke, as he laid back down and
turned his back to his teacher. "Right now, I just want to go back to sleep."
"Shima, you should ea-"
"I'm fine. I just want to sleep." Shima repeated, not bothering to look back at
his teacher. "Go back to your dorms and eat with Rin-chan. I bet he's waiting
for you."
There was a moment of silence between them, as his teacher put the food down on
the desk.
"Nii-san is eating dinner with Bon tonight." His teacher spoke quietly. "So he
won't miss me too badly."
Nothing was said, as Shima turned over and looked at his teacher. His Sensei
holding his hands tightly in his lap, as he looked down at them with a stressed
look on his face. The older teen unable to stop himself, as he reached out and
set a hand on his teacher's. The action making the brunette jump a little, as
he looked at the older and Shima's hand tightened around his in comfort.
"Rin-chan won't forget about you, Sensei." Shima spoke, hitting the mark as his
teacher looked away. "Rin-chan just really loves Bon and he doesn't want to
lose that, but he hasn't and won't forget about you."
Yukio nodded, as he gave the older a gentle smile and took the older's hand in
his.
"Thank you, Shima."
"Whatever makes Sensei feel better."
"Then lets make you fell better." Yukio spoke, as he grabbed the container of
food and pulled it open. "Nii-san made you some rice and apple sauce for your
stomach."
"Sensei-"
"You have to eat something, or you won't get better."
"But-"
"You can't practice to be an exorcist if you're sick." Yukio spoke, making
Shima look away and blush at the comment. "Plus, I don't think classes would be
the same without you."
In an instant Shima's face turned a soft red, as he found himself unable to
speak. The older teen giving his teacher a small nod, as he sat up and took the
container from his teacher. Yukio giving him a glad look, as he handed the
older teen a pair of chopsticks and Shima nervously grabbed some food.
"You don't have to eat a lot, but just put something in your stomach." His
teacher spoke, after he had seen the look on the older's face. "The last thing
you need is to throw it back up."
Shima softly chuckled, as he reached out and messed up his teacher's hair. The
action making Yukio frown, as he tried to flatten it and Shima gave him a soft
smile.
"Sensei doesn't have to worry about me so much." The older teen spoke, as his
teacher looked at him. "I'll get better, you'll see."
With that Yukio gave him a serious nod and Shima went to trying to get food in
his stomach. The older teen the only one between them that knew he had been
lying, and there was no way he was getting better anytime soon. Whether it was
the first or the fifth day, he felt terrible and he wasn't ready for what was
to come.
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6:15 pm
Quietly, Yukio placed the chair back at Shima's desk as he looked over at the
teen. The younger finding his student fast asleep, and fairly full for his
upset stomach, as he had his face turned into the pillow and the sheets half
hanging off him. Which the exorcist quickly fixed, as he stepped over the mess
on the floor and waked over to his student. The brunette giving the sleeping
teen a soft smile, as he pulled the sheet over the other and gently brushed the
teen's hair out of his face. The action making the older mumble something in
his sleep, before burying his face deeper into the pillow and letting out a
deep breath.
Yukio letting out a small chuckle, before he grabbed the half empty Tupperware
container and closed it. The brunette unable to take his eyes off the older, as
he sighed and sat down next to the bed. The exorcist gently stroking the
exwire's hair, as he watched his student sleep and all the thoughts and
questions in his head came bubbling up to the surface.
"I think you were right about me, Shima." Yukio softly started, as he kept his
voice soft and low. "All about how I don't show anyone how I feel. I guess I'm
just afraid I'll get hurt if I try and show my feelings. Although, I can't use
them in missions, maybe I should try and use them once in awhile around you
guys. Then maybe you'll smile a bit more, because I love it when you smile. You
may never see it, but when I see you and your friends smiling it makes me
happy. It makes me feel like what I'm doing is really good and I hope all of
you surpass me, because that would make me even happier. To see you and your
friends happy and doing what you trained to be. Nothing would make me happier."
There was a pause in the exorcist's train of thought, before he gently took the
exwire's hand and smiled.
"I just wish you told me sooner. Then maybe I could've said yes right away."
In the silence that followed the exorcist's phone buzzed, before he pulled it
out of his pocket and flipped it open.
'If you don't get back soon Kitten will eat everything.'
Yukio just let out a sigh, as he gave a quick reply and closed his phone. The
exorcist carefully standing up, before he gently stroked the older teen's hair
and smiled. Just before he leaned down and kissed the teen's forehead.
"Sleep well, Shima."
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6:20 pm
Amaimon let a frown appear on his face, as he watched the youngest Okumura
brother leave and chewed on his nail. What he had just seen plaguing his mind,
as he watched the pink-haired teen sleep.
Here he was enjoying he show and watching his new game play it's course, till
his new toy called the youngest Okumura brother Sensei. Which the Earth King
had to hope was a joke. It was true the youngest Okumura brother was a teacher;
but not the Sensei the kid had talked about. The last thing he needed was to
find out Yukio was indeed the person his toy had talked about, only because
then he'd be in trouble. F he made another slipup he'd end up right back in
Ghenna and that wasn't where he needed to be. Right now his best course of
action was to distract his older brother long enough to fix this mess, or he
was back in that hellhole.
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Day 3, Sunday
8:49 am
Shima buried his face deeper into the pillow he was laying on, as his body
tried to pull him from his dreams. The pink-haired teen fighting back, just as
his stomach growled and the teen gave in. The exwire sighing as he opened his
eyes and slowly sat up. The teen immediately noticing the absence of his
headache, as he rubbed his warm forehead with his cold hand and a knock came
from his door.
"Shima, it's me!" His teacher called out, making the older jump. "Nii-san sent
me ver with your breakfast."
"I'll be there in a second." The pink-haired teen quickly spoke, as he swung
his feet over the edge of the bed. "I just woke up."
His teacher gave him a short reply the older didn't hear, as he got up and
headed for the door. The pink-haired teen finding it hard to walk, as his legs
screamed in protest and shook till he reached the door and unlocked it. Shima
leaning against the wall, as he pulled open the door and gave his teacher a
smile.
"Good morning, Sensei." Shima spoke, as he gave his teacher a small smile. "How
are you?"
"I'm alright. How are you?" Yukio asked, as he walked in and studied the older.
"You look a little unsteady on your feet."
"I'm fine, Sen-"
"Shima, don't lie to me." Yukio interrupted, making the smile on the older
fade. "I know you don't want me to worry, but I already am because you're sick.
So if anything is wrong tell me. There is a reason I'm a doctor."
The older teen gave him a nod, as he closed the door and locked it. The Exwire
hesitating to speak, as his teacher clutched his hands to the shoulder bag
strap across his chest and watched him.
"I just woke up without my headache and my legs feel a bit weak." The Exwire
admitted, as he looked away from his teacher and to the floor. "Other than
that, I'm the same from yesterday."
"Then you shouldn't be standing." Yukio spoke, as he gently took Shima's hands
and helped him across the room. "We don't need you falling and hurting
yourself."
"Sensei, I'm fine." Shima spoke, as he finally sat back down on the bed and got
a frown from his teacher.
"I doubt that." Was the exorcist's reply, as he dug through his shoulder bag
and handed the teen a container of food. "But I bet you'll feel better after
you eat something."
The pink-haired teen didn't speak, as he took the food he was given and pulled
off the lid. His teacher handing him some chopsticks, as he closed his bag and
Shima took them. The teen having a little trouble breaking them apart, as Yukio
gave him a somewhat worried look and they finally snapped apart. The Exwire's
fingers a bit sore, as he avoided his teacher's gaze and started eating.
The two of them silent, as Yukio pulled up the chair and sat with him. Shima
looking down at his legs, as he forced food into his stomach. Only for his
stomach to ache in protest, before it realized the food was edible and as bland
as it could get, before it settled down. It making it a lot easier for the
older to finally eat a decent meal, as he ate about half of the rice and set
the chopsticks in the container. The room silent around the two, before Yukio
ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
"How's your stomach feel?" Yukio asked, the teen obviously trying to end the
silence between them.
"Alright." The teen spoke, before he saw the frown on his teacher's face for
the answer he got. "It gets upset when I try to eat, but the rice settles well.
So, it's alright."
His teacher gave him a nod in approval, before his phone vibrated. The exorcist
checking the message, as the older looked down at his legs. The exwire coming
to the realization that the virus was starting the process of shutting his body
down. The pink-haired teen biting his lip, as he realized the virus was working
a bit faster that it should and it wouldn't be long before the teen was
bedridden. The older wanting nothing more than to be able to tell his teacher
about the game he was forced into; until Yukio's phone slapped shut and the
older looked at his teacher. A somewhat displeased look on his teacher's face,
as he shoved his phone back in his pocket.
"I have to get going." The younger spoke, as he looked at the older. "I got
called on a mission, so I might not be back for awhile."
"It's alright, Sensei." The teen spoke, as he gave the exorcist a smile. "I'll
be fine by myself."
"Are you sure?" Yukio questioned, as he stood up and gave the teen a worried
glance.
"Yep, I'm not going anywhere today, so I'll just wait for Sensei."
"The younger Okumura twin gave him a nod, before he headed for the door and
pulled it open. The teen stopping before he looked back and gave him a rare and
small smile.
"I'll be back as soon as I can, Shima."
Without another word, the younger left and closed the door. The exorcist
missing the look on the older's face, as Shima looked away from the closed
door. His cheeks a soft pink and his hands shaking, as he placed a hand on his
chest and tried to calm his racing heart.
"I'll be waiting, Sensei."
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Day 3 Continued, Sunday
9:23 am
Yukio let out a deep breath, before he let go of the door handle and looked up
at the ceiling. The teen ignoring the confused glances he got from passing
students, as he forced himself to move away from the exwire's door and head
down the hall. The exorcist's mind bussing, as he shoved his hands into his
pockets and headed for the stairs. The teen replaying what had happened back in
the exwire's dorm and mentally slapped himself. Here he had gotten his older
brother to make something for the older teen, so he could see the exwire and
all he could ask the teen was if he had gotten any better. Not like it wasn't
important, but the least he could've done was try and make small talk. Shima
was sick and the least he could've done was try and make the teen feel better.
Instead he made a happy and normal moment into a depressing and awkward one.
The least he could've done was talk about something trivial like the upcoming
test of something.
The teen paused in his thoughts, as he frowned and shook his head. That only
made it sound like he would be giving the teen a lecture, and that was the last
thing he needed to do. If anything he needed something that the both of them
could talk about. Although that idea may be a little harder than it sounded.
Shima was a ladies man, so what could they possibly have in common? He already
knew the pink-haired teen loved to talk about the different girls he knew, but
that was nowhere on the exorcist's list. As an exorcist he never really had
time to date anyone, and even he knew he wouldn't be able to find the perfect
person for him. If he ever did look for someone they'd have to be able to
protect themselves if a demon ever went after them, and that was too great a
risk. Other than that, all he had left on the list was that he was a pretty
good doctor and that he made a promise to protect his older brother.
In an instant Yukio's thought's came to a halt, as he hit the bottom step. If
the teen's memory served him correctly Shima had two brothers. Both of which
were decent level exorcists, under the title of Aria. If anything that could be
the one thing they could talk about the next tune he stopped by.
"Okumura-Sensei, what are you doing here?" A voice asked, as the exorcist
pulled himself from his thoughts and saw his older brother's boyfriend looking
at him in question.
"I came by to drop off Shima's breakfast." He quickly said, hoping to cover up
his spacing out. "What Nii-san made him last night seemed to help his stomach,
so I thought it'd be easy on his stomach if he stuck to it."
"That's smart." Bon spoke after a moment. "How is he?"
"He told me his headache is gone, but he looked a little unsteady on his feet."
The exorcist explained, as he quickly reverted into his teacher position. "He
said his legs were a little weak, so I'd check up on him if you get the
chance."
"Will do. I'll check up on him, before I go help Kitten study. See you,
Okumura-Sensei."
Without another word Bon headed down the hall and Yukio let out a sigh. The
exorcist quickly collecting his thoughts, before he headed off for the
abandoned dorms to get ready for his mission.
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11:25 am
In the silence of the room Shima let out a sigh and tapped his pen against the
desk. For the past half hour he had been staring down at a blank piece of
stationary. The teen silently wondering what he should write to his older
brothers, as he checked on the end of the pen and leaned back in the chair. The
exwire fighting the urge to tell his brothers about the virus, but decided it
was the best to leave it alone. Amaimon still hadn't given him permission to
tell anyone and he wasn't about to dare himself to tell anyone. Who knew what
the Earth King could do to him if he tried.
"I'd speed up the virus and cut your time in half."
With a start the teen jumped at the sound of the Earth King voice and the chair
he was sitting in toppled backwards. The exwire letting out a gasp, as he hit
the floor and glared up at the ceiling. The teen letting out a sigh, as he
heard footsteps and the Earth King appeared to his left.
"Watch out for the floor." The demon spoke with a somewhat amused look on his
face.
"Thanks for the tip." Shima said with a frown, as he slowly sat up.
"I wasn't kidding about the virus, though. I will cut your time in half if you
tell anyone."
"I heard you the first time." The teen scowled, as he scooted away from the
chair an put it back on it's legs as the demon watched him.
"I see the virus is attacking your legs." The demon mused, as he knelt down and
poked one of the exwire's legs. "That's interesting."
"Well don't poke them!" The pink-haired teen scolded, as he pulled his legs
away from the demon and glared at him. "And what's so interesting about the
virus attacking my legs first?"
"I thought it'd attack your heart first."
"My heart? Why would it attack my heart first? It's supposed to shut down my
body, right? Why would it start with my heart?"
"Because the virus is designed to attack what is most important to each
person." The demon explained, as he pulled out a lollypop and stuck it in his
mouth. "From the humans we tested it on it was varied due to what mattered to
them the most. Athlete's lost their legs, artists their hands, and for most
intellectual people most of their brain stopped functioning; but you're the
most interesting. You're not an athlete, but your legs are failing. It doesn't
make sense."
"So what does any of this have to do with my heart?" The teen demanded with a
frown.
"Because you're sick at heart." The demon spoke, getting a weird look from the
teen. "Your love for your Sensei is what you'd call love sick, or sick at
heart. So I assumed your heart would fail first, because it's the part of your
body that holds love closest."
The pink-haired teen just stared at the demon a few feet away from him, as he
sighed and looked at his legs.
"Well, you read me wrong." Shima spoke, as he set a hand on his leg. "I love
Sensei with my heart ad soul, but my heart wouldn't be the first to go. I need
my legs so I can catch up to Sensei and one-day stand beside him as an equal.
Without my legs I wouldn't be able to get anywhere and I'd be left behind."
"Interesting." The Earth King muttered, as the words the teen had just spoken
sunk in. "So your love for him is not focuses on your heart, but in your legs."
The exwire didn't bother answering, as he slowly sat up properly and attempted
to stand. Amaimon silently watching him, as the pink-haired teen struggled onto
his own two feet and used the desk as leverage. The teen letting out a sigh, as
he looked at the stationary on the desk and decided to give up. He could easily
write it later and still have the guy next door mail it off with his letter.
Then he wouldn't miss out on writing his daily letter and his brothers would
have something to talk about in his absence. Although he wasn't too keen on the
walk to his bed either.
"By chance can you carry me over to the bed?" The exwire asked, as he nervously
looked at the Earth King. "I don't want to fall halfway there."
"What's in it for me?" The Earth King questioned, as he stood up and looked at
the teen.
"In it for you? I don't know."
"Tell me what I get and I'll consider it." The demon teased.
"Forget it." Shima frowned, as he let out a huff and started to make his way
over to the bed. "I'll walk there by myself."
Silence stretched out between them, as the teen slowly made his way over to the
bed. His legs weak and shaking in protest, till he finally made it over and sat
down. The teen letting out a sigh of relief, as he looked at his legs and tried
to ignore the sore and numbing sensation he felt. The Earth King silent as he
watched him and leaned against the desk.
"When do I get to tell anyone about the virus?" The teen asked, as he let out a
sigh.
"When I see it fit." Was the demon's reply, as he played with the lollypop in
his mouth. "When the game get's more interesting I'll think about it."
"I hate to ask, but is everything a game with you?" The exwire demanded, as he
glared at the demon. "Do you seriously see enjoyment in everyone else's
misery?"
"Yes, I do." And before you ask, I specifically like to see humans in misery.
There's less they can do for themselves in the kinds of situations I put them
in."
"You are on sick bastard."
"I take pride in that."
"Whatever, just leave me alone so I can sleep." Shima scuffed, as he pulled the
sheets back and laid with his back to the Earth King.
"You already slept."
"Your point?"
"You'll be bedridden soon, so why would you stay in bed instead of doing
something?"
"I can't walk, moron."
"Who said anything about walking?"
"Just leave me alone." Shima muttered, as he buried his face into the pillow as
sleep started to take over him.
"You yourself don't need legs. Just a willing person to be your guide."
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11:47 pm
Amaimon was silent as he watched the young exwire fall prey to his dreams,
before he casually left the way he came in. The Earth King landing softly on
the grass, and looking back up toward his toy's dorm room, before he headed off
toward the gate of True Cross Academy. The male taking the less populated route
to his destination in order to avoid confrontation from unwanted humans, before
he reached the gate and cautiously slipped out. The streets bustling with
humans and stores lining the streets, as the Earth King shoved his hands in his
pockets and ignored the stares he got.
To him, humans were annoying creatures in their own special ways. There were
times they fell and times they succeeded, just as well as they ended up rotting
in their own misery. For him it was interesting to watch them live their lives
and destroy themselves, but was even more entertaining when he played games
with them. In his games they became more frantic, scared, trying to hold into
what they cared about in the beginning. Although there were times they lost
everything, and very rare times they gained something in the end. None the
less, each time he found them to be more interesting and his curiosity grew.
How long would it take for one of them to break? To become insane? To lose the
will to live? To become violent? Or turn into a quivering mess? It was only the
more he played with them the more he wanted, till it became like a drug for
him. Although, now it wasn't working at all and he was losing that drug.
"I swear I'm twenty-one!" A voice spoke in a cute irritates huff. "It says
right there I am!"
With a bit of curiosity, Amaimon turned toward the noise. Only to find a young
demon, his appearance in his early twenties, standing in front of a bar and
trying desperately to get in. The male wearing a pair of brown capris, black
flats, and a teal Japanese styled shirt. His eyes a bright blue and a frown on
his face, as the tail under his shirt twitched in annoyance. His onyx black
hair hanging in the right side of his face and caressing his cheeks.
"I've lived here for two years and I've come here everyday of the week. You
think you'd remember me to say the least." The demon scolded them, before
taking the card back from the human and stomping off.
A frown on his face, and his eye color flickering from blue to red, as he
marched past Amaimon and came to a halt. The male pausing for a moment, before
he turned and gave the demon a smile.
"Hello, Amaimon." He politely spoke, as he gave him a small bow. :I didn't see
you there. Sorry you had to see my rash behavior."
"Silence stretched between them, as the demon stood up straight and waited for
an answer. Only for the Earth King to stare at him and inwardly frown. This kid
reminded him of his brother almost instantly. His sudden change of attitude
between the two situations were drastic and seemed to catch him off guard.. One
moment he was pissed and in an irritated mess, and the next he was acting kind
and loyal jus like his older brother.
"Why are you trying to get in there?" The Earth King finally asked, as he
pointed to the bar building.
"Oh, I was…" The kid's words trailed off, as his face flushed pink and his eyes
turned the same color. "I was looking for someone to be my boyfriend. At least
that's the term they use here in Assiah."
"What kind of boyfriend were you looking for?"
"Uh, I don't know." The male spoke, as he stumbled over his words. "Handsome,
kind, loyal, maybe a bit romantic. Although all it sounds like is some knight
in shining armor in a children's story. It's kind of ridiculous really."
The last of the demon's words seemed nervous and frantic, as his cheeks turned
a deeper pink. His eyes following suit, as they turned a lovely pink rose
color.
"Why don't you just show off your tail. Demon's flock at the sight of other
demons." Amaimon asked amusingly, only for the boy to frown at him.
"You of all people should know a gentleman never flaunts his tail."
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Day 3 Continued, Sunday
12:13 pm
"Hey, Shima. How are you doing?" Bon asked, as the pink-haired teen looked at
him from his gaze at the ceiling, and Bon closed the door behind him.
"I'm alright I guess." Shima shrugged, as he sat up. "My stomach still hates
me, my fever decided to stick around, and my legs are a bit weak. Besides that,
and the nap I had, I'm alright."
"I just wanted to make sure." The brunette n' blonde spoke, as he walked over
and pulled that chair from the desk over to sit by him. "I ran into Yukio this
morning and he seemed really worried about you. He asked me to come check up on
you."
"H-he did?" Shima stuttered, as his face turned pink and he got a nod from his
best friend. "I though Sensei hated me."
"Are you kidding me?" Bon asked, as he frowned. "Kitten called me this morning
pissed off and irritated that Yukio wouldn't shut up about you. My kitten hat
to make your breakfast for you, so he could get Yukio to shut up and leave him
alone."
Shima's face turned strawberry pink, as his best friend's words sunk in and he
fiddled with the sheets covering his legs. The thought of his teacher bugging
Rin to no end to make him breakfast alone made his face flush, but he fact
Yukio talked about him at all made his heart race. He had thought Yukio still
hated him for the whole first kiss thing and was covering it up with another
mask of his, but this information alone made him the happiest teen in Japan.
His teacher actually cared and possibly loved him, and he couldn't ask for
anything more.
Then again, another kiss from his teacher would be nice. A hug, a pat on the
head, just the touch of his skin on his teacher's would satisfy him to no end.
He just wanted to be close to his teacher, to sit beside him, to hear his
voice, to hold his hand one more time. Any form of contact would work and he'd
accept it all. His teacher was the only thing he could think about now that he
was stuck in bed and sick, although it wasn't just when he was awake. Ever
since he had kissed his teacher he had been having perverted dreams about his
teacher. Some of them in which he bottomed and Yukio gave him so much pleasure
he'd wake up with his body drenched in sweat, his vision hazy, and a raging
hard on. In his dreams his teacher was demanding, in control, possessive,
gentle, sexy; and plain out naughty sometimes it made his head spin. Just
thinking about it now brought the dream he had during his nap back to life and
stronger than ever:
Shima let out a laugh, as one of the guys from his history class finished his
pathetic attempt to get a girl to kiss him. The other guys sitting with him
just rolling there eyes or trying to give the now coffee soaked teen a few
tips, as the teen sighed and slumped onto the grass next to one of his
classmates. Their tips last a few minutes, as the kid seemed to have given up
entirely and shook his head.
"You try, Shima." One of his classmates spoke up, as he got a few of the guys
to give the lid a frown.
"What do you mean by try?" A brunette asked, as he huffed. "Shima doesn't even
have to try."
"Yeah, Shima's the ladies man dude."
"Relax guys." Shima quickly interrupted, as he stood up. "You just have to
treat them the way they want to be treated. Go ahead and pick one."
The kid from before looked around for a few moments, before spotting a redhead
with an armful of books and jabbed his thumb in the girl's direction.
"Go see if you can get a kiss out of her."
"Way to easy. Pick another." An upperclassman frowned. "She's a pushover.
Thinks everyone hates her."
"I'll give it a shot." The Exwire spoke, as he gave the group a wave and headed
off toward the girl.
The redhead walking slowly to keep the books in her arms from falling over,
just as a group of girls rushed past and bumped into her. The girl letting out
a surprised squeak and losing her balance. The poor teen falling back on her
butt and the books scattering around her, as Shima let out a curse. The pink-
haired ten ignoring the disappointed comments from the guys, as he jogged over
to the girl.
"You alright?" The pink-haired teen asked, as he finally got over the girl and
kneeled beside her. "Are you hurt?"
"N-no." She spoke, till she looked at him and her face flushed as if she just
realized who he was. "I-I'm fine. I j-just tripped."
"You didn't trip." Shima spoke, as he gave her a gentle smile. "A few girls ran
past and one of them bumped into you."
"Oh." The girls nervously spoke, as she properly sat and looked away. "I didn't
see them."
"You wear glasses, don't you?"
"N-no! Glasses are for geeks!" She spoke up, as she turned and gave him a
somewhat unbelievable glare.
"A girl tell you that?" Shima asked, as he looked away and started picking up
the books she dropped. "Cause I thin girls with glasses are cute."
"W-well, I do have a pair." She mumbled, as the exwire looked at her. "But a
few people said I looked terrible."
"Let me see."
"NO! No w-way!" She quickly freaked out, as her face flushed. "I couldn't
possibly!"
"Amuse me." The older teen spoke, as he gave her a smile.
With a hesitant look, she dug through her bag and pulled out a pink-gemmed
eyeglasses case. The girl opening the case and puling them out, before she
quickly turned away and put them on to turn back to him. The lenses cased in
bubblegum pink frames that made her brown eyes pop out, as Shima chuckled and
she gave him a worried look.
"What? I-is it that bad?"
"No. You just look so beautiful I can't help but laugh at the girls who teased
you." Shima spoke, as her face flushed and he dug through his pockets.
"Although it doesn't help that you hide your face with your bangs."
Before she could give him an answer the teen pulled a pink hairclip out of his
pocket and pulled her bangs to the side. The girl squeaking, as he got closer
to her and he clipped her bangs back.
"There. Now you're breathtaking." The exwire spoke with a smile, as he picked
up the stacks of books and handed them to her. "No guy will be able to resist
you and all the girls will be jealous."
"Th-thank you." She stuttered, as they both stood up and she took the books.
"No one as ever said such nice things to me before."
Well, it was my pleasur-"
Before he finished his sentence she gave him a quick kiss and ran off with the
books in her arms. The guys behind him whistling, as Shima smiled at the girl
till she disappeared around the corner. The Exwire casually turning back to go
hang out with the guys, only to run face first into his teacher's chest. The
pink-haired teen quickly backing up and blushing, as Yukio frowned at him and
grabbed the exwire's arm.
"S-Sensei-" The older stuttered, before he was pulled into a passionate kiss
and the guys threw out a few more whistles behind his teacher.
"I thought I told you that are mine." Yukio finally spoke, after the kiss had
been broken.
"E-excuse me?"
"She kissed you." Yukio spoke, a displeased look on his face. "No one should be
able to touch you."
"Sensei, I have no idea. What you're talking about." The exwire spoke, as he
looked at his teacher in confusion.
Within seconds his teacher's eyebrows furrowed together and the older was
yanked toward the closest door. The pink-haired teen letting out a gasp for the
sudden jolt, before his teacher pulled out a key and used it on the door. Only
to pull it open and pull Shima inside, before it slammed shut behind them. The
older finding himself against the same door and his teacher giving him an
unhappy look, before Yukio leaned against him and buried his face into the
exwire's neck.
"Sensei?"
"You know, I love you." The teen in front of him softly spoke, nearly making
his heart stop. "So why did you let her kiss you?"
"It was an accident, Sensei." The pink-haired teen softly spoke, as he
cautiously wrapped an arm around his teacher's waist and stroked his teacher's
hair. "She caught me off guard, Sensei."
In an instant his teacher's lips were against his own and he was pressed up
against the door. His teacher wrapping and arm around his waist and a hand
tangled into his dyed hair, as the exwire looked at him in surprise. The kiss
passionate and demanding, as his teacher's mouth hungrily devoured his and a
wet tongue dove past his lips. Shima melting into his teacher's touch, as he
groaned and accepted the wet muscle probing inside of his mouth. The act so
demanding and gentle, yet he could feel his teacher's possessiveness creeping
into the kiss. Almost as if no one was able to lay a finger on him, over even
look at him. As if he belonged to the exorcist and no one could have him. The
feeling almost like an animal instinct, yet so much darker…
"Shima!"
In an instant the teen jumped and was hot back to reality. The teen finding
himself back in his dorm room with a confused, pissed, and slightly worried Bon
who was holding his phone in one hand and a container of food in the other.
"What's with you?" The brunette n' blonde demanded, as he frowned at him.
"You've been spaced out for the past ten minutes."
"Ten minutes! Jeeze, Bon, I'm so sorry!" Shima quickly spoke, as he gave his
best friend an apologetic look and bit his lip. "I really don't know what's
wrong with me, anymore."
Well, pull yourself together." Bon spoke, as he gave the older teen the
container of rice and stood up. "I've got to get going, or Kitten will chew my
head off. You going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I'll just eat and take a shower." The exwire spoke, as h rubbed the back
of his head and looked down at the container of food. "I'll call if I need
anything."
His best friend gave him a nod, as he gave him a quick wave and left. The door
closing with a small click, before the teen was utterly alone.
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"God dammit, just break already." Shima cursed, as he glared down at the
chopsticks between his fingers.
The two pieces of wood still stuck together, and not cracked in anyway, as the
teen gave up and threw them on the sheets. Not long after Bon left, the exwire
had finally got the motivation to write his brother's letter and gave it the
kid next door to mail with his. By then it was a quarter till one and he
decided it would be best if he ate, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't'
break the stupid things apart. Now here h was sitting in bed with unbroken
chopsticks and an empty stomach. Just utterly perfect.
After a few moments of glaring at the wooden chopsticks laying on the bed, the
teen gave up and pulled the sheets off his legs. The teen decided if he
couldn't eat, then the next best thing was to at least take a shower. He
couldn't even remember the last time he had one and he hoped I would loosen up
the muscles in his legs. They were still weak and seemed to be getting weaker
as the day went on, so the teen knew if he didn't get a shower now he wouldn't
be getting one for awhile. None the less, the teen still dragged himself out of
bed and got up. His legs shaking in protest as h grabbed some clothes for
himself and walked into the bathroom. The teen wasting no time to strip himself
and get into the shower to turn on the hot water. A sigh of relief coming from
the exwire, as the hot water loosened his muscles and cascaded down his back.
The teen absent-mindedly grabbing the strawberry scented shampoo and squirted
some onto his palm. The pink-haired teen rubbing his hands together, before
threading the, into his hair and massaging his scalp. Only for a thin layer of
bubbles to slowly form on the top of the teen's head, as a small smile spread
across his face and he tilted his head back. The bubbles and suds falling free
from the pink locks and disappearing down the drain, as Shima let out a relaxed
sigh and ignored the slight shaking in his legs. Only for a tremendous amount
of pain to run up the exwire's legs, before they buckled. The teen able to grab
onto something to keep him upright, or gasp out in pain, before everything went
black.
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Day 3 Continued, Sunday
1:20 pm
Yukio let out an exhausted sigh, as he walked up the stairs to the third floor
of the boy's dormitories and ran a hand through his hair. The teen had just
finished his mission ten minutes ago and was unhappy to say the least. When he
had received the details for his mission to assist and tend to a squad of
exorcists in America, he thought he'd be tending to their wounds. Instead he
got stuck with a squad of exorcists, led by a female redhead with a multi-
personality disorder, and four guys who could barely hold a sword, let alone a
gun. So in the end he and the red head did all the work, which left Yukio
pissed none the less. He had arrived to heal, not to take over the mission.
If it couldn't get any worse, he brought the matter up with the headmaster of
True Cross Academy. Who was paying a lot way more attention to the mystery male
secretary he had gained overnight and not him. Instead all he got was no answer
and a small wad of cash the guy had thrown at him to shut him up. Now here he
was pissed off beyond belief, with no answers, and a wad of cash; heading over
to see how Shima was doing.
Even though his mission had gone wrong and he had the urge to shoot someone in
the head, he was extremely worried about the teen. Shima seemed to be getting
weaker every time he saw him and that worried the exorcist. The teen had barely
been able to break apart chopsticks earlier and that made Yukio nervous. Now
that he thought about it, Shima looked a lot worse then when he first realized
the teen was sick. His once smooth sun kissed skin was now pale and dull. His
chocolate brown eyes now a soft and dull honey color, while his legs and arms
shook from the strain of keeping him up when they had been strong and lean.
Whatever Shima had wasn't good to say the least and it was slowly picking him
apart from the inside out. The exwire looked horrible and he was going to do
everything to make him feel better. Good thing he ran into Bon and got Shima's
spare key.
Nonetheless, when the exorcist got to the third floor and reached Shima's door,
he knocked to be polite and called the teen's name. When he got nothing, he
stared at the door and knocked in worry. Silence stretched out, as the exorcist
laid his ear against the door and listened. Only the soft patter of the shower
running coming to his ears, as he let out a sigh of relief and unlocked the
door. The exorcist glad the teen was finally out of bed and doing something
other than sleeping, which was cute for the only fact that the exwire softly
snored in his sleep. Nonetheless, Yukio closed the door behind him and locked
it. Just before he pulled off his exorcist jacket and set it on the chair as he
looked toward the bathroom door. The teen straining his ears a bit to listen,
before he frowned and walked over to the bathroom door and knocked.
"Shima, it's Yukio. I came back from my mission to check on you." Yukio called
out, as he got nothing and his chest tightened.
Shima always gave him an answer to everything he aid, and added a Sensei at the
end, but complete silence was definitely something he never got.
"Shima?" Silence. "Shima, are you alright?"
Even more silence stretched out, as Yukio got fed up and pulled the door open.
Only to get hit by a burst of hot air, all thanks to the hot water from the
shower, as Yukio pulled off his now fogged glasses and attempted to clean them.
The teen stopping mid-action, as he noticed something hanging over the edge of
the tub and quickly wiped his glasses to replaced them. The lenses over his
eyes helping him see a hand hanging over the edge of the tub and unmoving, as
Yukio's heart stopped.
The exorcist rushing over to the shower and pulling the curtain back to reveal
an unconscious and bleeding Shima laying on the bottom of the tub. The Exwire's
hair clinging to his forehead and neck, a look of pain on his unconscious face
as Yukio quickly shut off the lukewarm water and leaned over to carefully shake
the teen.
"Shima! Shima, can you hear me?" Yukio spoke in worry, as his heart thundered
in his chest.
When he got nothing the exorcist grabbed a towel that he guessed Shima left
out, and draped it over his shoulder. The younger teen quickly rolling up his
sleeves, before he leaned over the edge of the tub and carefully lifted up the
teen's lower half. The exorcist being as slow and careful as he could be, as he
reached out his other arm and lifted his student out of the tub and wrapped him
in the towel.
The first thing the teen noticed was that he was still breathing and let out a
sig of relief, before he noticed the deep gash on Shima's right temple and the
watered down blood that was rolling down the side of his face. Only for the
brunette to realize Shima must've hit his head and collapsed, which sounded
much a little better than drowning in a shower.
Nonetheless, the teen gently set his student on the floor before walking back
into the bedroom and grabbing his coat. The exorcist returning moments later,
as he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a first aid kit. The younger
gently lifting the teen back into his arms, before sitting against the wall of
the tub and quickly set to work on the gash of Shima's right temple. It only
taking a few minutes before the deep gash was stitched up and the blood was
washed away. Only then did he finally come to the realization his student was
half naked and needed some clothes before he got cold, did he feel the older
teen in his arms stir and let out a groan.
"Shima? Shima, can you hear me?" Yukio quickly spoke, as he set a hand on the
teen's cheek and strained for a response.
"…sei…" Was all that was audible, as he saw the teen's lips move slowly.
"I'm right here, Shima. Everything is going to be alright. You hit your head."
The exorcist's words seemed to have no effect, as the teen tried to move away
from him and only his upper half moved before he let out a groan.
"Take it easy, Shima. You probably have a concussion." Yukio softly informed
him, as he held the teen closer and stroked his soaked hair in comfort. "Take a
minute or two and collect yourself, before I carry you back to the bedroom."
"…feel…legs." Came a barely audible mumble, as he noticed tears rolling down
the teen's cheeks.
"Shima, what's wrong?" The exorcist quickly asked, as he tilted the teen's head
back up and looked into the teen's hazy honey eyes. "Why are you crying?"
Before the exorcist could prepare himself for the answer, the exwire forced it
out as a sob wracked his body.
"I can't feel my legs."
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1:30 pm
By the time Shima started coming two he felt like someone had thrown him in
front of a car. His head hurt and he felt a dull pounding in his ears, as he
tried to get a grasp on what happened and failed, tile he couldn't feel water
hitting him. The exwire swearing he had been in the shower, before he blacked
out as he tried to pull himself into full consciousness. The task a bit harder
than it should've been, as he slowly opened his eyes and noticed an exorcist
jacket in a crumpled heap on the floor. A pair of arms holding him gently and
close to the person next to him, as he struggled to turn his head up and see
who it was.
"Shima?" The voice of his teacher spoke, as the exwire felt his cheeks darken.
"Shima, can you hear me?"
The exwire felt a hand touch his cheek and tried to speak his teacher's name.
Only for a barely audible version of his teacher's name to pass his lips.
"I'm right here, Shima. Everything is going to be alright. You hit your head."
His teacher informed him, as he felt the hand on his shoulder tighten in worry.
The pink-haired teen feeling his chest tighten, by the sole fact that his
teacher was worried about him, and tried to sit up. Only to feel a wave of
nausea wash over him, causing him to groan and waver in his teacher's grip.
Yukio saying something he didn't hear and pulling him closer to the exorcist,
as the younger's elbow brushed against his covered thigh and the older froze.
One question popping into his head, as his teacher stroked his soaked hair and
his words didn't reach him.
Why couldn't he feel his teacher's elbow brush against his thigh?
In the silence, after the though, the teen tried to move his legs. Only to find
that they didn't move an inch when instructed, and seemed to lay motionless in
front of him. Panic building up in the teen, as he continued his attempts and
felt tears sting his eyes as the realization hit him. The weightless and non-
existent feeling in his legs only made him come to the conclusion that he had
lost him legs, and without the feeling in his legs he felt hallow. Instead
there was just a big gapping hole where the purpose once was. The sole purpose
of standing by his teacher. To one day catch up to him and be able to stand
beside him. Without his legs he was nothing, his dream was nothing, and the
love he had for his teacher would end up being nothing for the younger. He
needed his legs, and he couldn't live without them.
"…feel…legs…" Was all that was audible out of his sentences, as the tears in
his eyes spilled over and Yukio panicked above him.
The exorcist tilting his head up to look him in the eyes, as he didn't bother
to hide the tears rolling own his face. He was useless now. He was utterly
useless and his teacher didn't have a single reason to be here with him
anymore. He didn't deserve his teacher's presence, and he didn't deserve the
look of worry in those aquamarine eyes. He was nothing and he deserved just
that.
"Shima, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" The exorcist above him asked, as the
hand on his chin moved to caress his cheek.
The tears that stained his face wiping away, as the warm hand against his cheek
swept over them and erased them from their previous existence. The gesture kind
and gentle, with a hint of pure care in that made him give into his teacher. He
himself knew he couldn't lie to the one he loved, and Yukio didn't seem to know
at all.
"I can't fee my legs." Shima forced out, as the last of his self-control
snapped and a sob racket his body.
A wave of tears and scattered thoughts crashing over him, as Yukio stared down
at him in pure shock and the hand on his shoulder tightened.
"What did you just say?" The younger teen asked, as if he was trying to find
out if what was said was true or not.
"I c-can't f-feel my l-legs." The sobbing teen forced out a second time, as he
buried his face into the shoulder of his teacher's shirt and his upper body
shook. "Th-they're g-gone. I c-can't f-feel th-them."
"Shima, look at me." Yukio spoke in panic, as he titled the teen's head up
toward him and looked at him in pure worry. "Does your back hurt? Any place
along your spine?"
The older almost gave his teacher a weird look, but held it back as he focused
and didn't notice any pain in his back.
"No." The teen forced out, as he closed his eyes, as shook his head furiously.
"My back is fine, Sensei. My wh-whole upper body is fine. I just can't feel m-
my l-legs."
By the time he finished, fresh tears welled up in his eyes and Yukio looked own
at him in genuine confusion and worry. The younger teen not saying a word, as
he held the teen close and stroked his hair. Only for the hand to leave his
head and rest on his hip, something he could actually feel.
"I know you're upset about this, but we need to figure out the extent of the
damage." Yukio spoke softly, as he keep the teen close and spoke in his ear.
"I'm going to have to touch your legs and see what you can feel, so don't take
my touch as something else. Just need to know what you can feel."
Without a word his teacher parted the towel covering his stomach and waist, and
the exwire's face flushed a furious crimson.
"S-Sensei, c-can I at least get dressed? I'm n-not comfortable with th-this."
Shima forced out between his sobs and the embarrassment of being fully naked in
front of his teacher.
"You can relax, Shima. I'm a doctor, remember." Yukio spoke softly, as he
looked at him gently. "I just want to see the damage. You're body doesn't
matter at the moment. So relax and let's see how bad it is."
With a bit of hesitation, the exwire nodded and his teacher returned it. The
exorcist returning back to the task at hand, as his hand gripped his hip and
the exwire winced a little.
"Forgive me if it hurts a bit. I need to know if you feel it." His teacher
apologized, as he continued the same gesture and continued to move down.
The feeling of his teacher's grip continuing on down, till the younger reached
the joint where his leg connected to his hip and the feeling was non-existent.
His teacher noticing the change in the teen's expression, as he looked down at
him and gripped the same spot again.
"Can you feel that?"
"No." the exwire forced out, as he looked up at his teacher and tried to hold
back the tears. "I c-can't feel it."
His teacher nodded, as he moved to his other and squeezed the same spot. Only
for the teen to feel nothing.
"Can you feel that?"
All the teen could was shake his head and let the tears roll down his face, as
Yukio gave him a reassuring look and wrapped his arms around the teen. The
exorcist holding him close and rubbing his back in comfort, as he laid his
cheek against the exwire's head.
"It'll be alright, Shima. You don't have to cry." He spoke softly.
"Y-yes I do. Th-they're gone." The teen sobbed, as he buried his face into his
teacher's shoulder. "I c-can't move th-them. Th-they're useless. H-how am I g-
going to go to s-school?" I can't walk and I-I'll never will a-again. I-I'll
never b-be able to be an e –exorcist. I'll n-never be able to s-stand by S-
Sensei. I'm useless."
"That's not true." His teacher spoke, as the older teen looked up at him.
"You'll get your legs back."
"No, I-I w-won't. Th-they're g-gone. I'm use-"
Before he knew it his teacher's lips were against his own and his words
disappeared with the rest of his reason. The tears fading from his eyes and his
eyes closing, before the kiss ended. Only for the exwire to open his eyes and
see a reassuring look on his teacher's face, a smile across his lips as he
caressed the older's cheek.
"Everything is going to be alright, Shima." He spoke softly, as he held him
tightly and covered the older up with the towel. "We're going to figure this
out and get your legs back. We'll get you walking again. So you don't have to
cry. I'm here to take care of you and I'll do everything I can to do just
that."
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Day 4, Monday
6:52 am
"Shima, wake up." A voice called out, as the teen let out a groan and tried to
turn over in bed.
Only for his legs to not respond and stay the way they were. The response
making the exwire open his eyes and bolt upright, as a surprised gasp came from
beside him and he looked down at his legs. A feeling of panic racking his
brain, as he set a hand on one of his legs under the sheets and found he
couldn't feel it. Just before a hand reached out and gently laid on top of his,
surprising the teen as he whipped his head to the left to find his teacher
kneeling next to the bed. A soft reassuring smile on his face, as his grip
tightened on the older's hand and the memory of last night came back to him.
Fresh tears welling up in his eyes, as he stared down at his useless legs and
Yukio followed his gaze.
"Everything is going to be alright, Shima." Yukio spoke softly beside him, as
he whipped away a tear from the corner of his eye. "I told you I'm here to take
care of you. You don't have to be scared. We'll tackle this together."
A hand gently caressed the exwire's cheek, as he turned and looked at his
teacher. A sincere and gentle look in his eyes, as he gave him a gentle smile
and he noticed he was dressed for school.
"What am I going to do, when you leave?" Shima asked, as he looked back down at
the sheets and noticed he was dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a tank top.
"You're coming to school with me." His teacher spoke, as he stood up and let go
of the older's hand to walk over to the closet.
"I can't walk through. How am I getting to school?" The exwire challenged, as
Yukio chuckled and pulled out clothes the aria in training usually wore.
"I'm going to carry you." He spoke, walking back over and setting the clothes
on the bed.
"Carry me?"
"Yes, I'm going to carry you." His teacher repeated, as he gently took the
older teens hand and smiled. "I bet you want to get out of here and get fresh
air."
"I'd like to." Shima mumbled, as she looked at his teacher. "But I don't want
to be a burden to Sensei. Sensei should worry more about school, not me. I'm
not worth it."
"You are worth it, Shima." Yukio spoke, as he gave him a gentle smile and
squeezed his hand. "I promised I'd take care you and I will. You're not a
burden and you've never been. So stop talking like that and let's get you
dressed."
"Wait, how do I get dressed if my legs don't work?"
"I figured that one out last night, after you fell asleep in my arms." His
teacher replied, as he grabbed the pair of jeans he had grabbed for the exwire.
"You didn't dress yourself."
A harsh blush spread over the teen's face, as he looked away and his teacher
pulled the sheets off his legs.
"Alright, just follow my instructions and this should go a lot smoother than
last night." Yukio spoke, as the exwire nodded and let his teacher lift up his
legs and turn him to the edge of the bed. "Put your arms around my neck and
hold on."''
Shima gave his teacher a nod, as he wrapped his arms around his teacher's neck
and held onto the back of his jacket. His teacher giving him a reassuring
smile, before he gently wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him up. The
exwire slightly panicking, as his grip tightened on his teacher's jacket and
the younger managed to take off his sweatpants with one hand and set him down.
The teen letting go of his teacher to let him slip the skinny jeans over his
legs, before he had to wrap his arms back around his teacher's neck again. The
younger repeating the same process as before, as he lifted the teen up enough
to pull his pants up over his ass and set him back down.
"There, that was easy." Yukio spoke, as he gave the older a smile. "Go ahead
and finish getting dressed. You can take a shower tonight."
"How are you going to manage that?" The exwire asked, as he pulled off his tank
top and grabbed the green t-shirt his teacher had picked out and pulled the
white button up shirt over it.
"I've got an idea, but that isn't till later." His teacher spoke, as he sent a
text and shoved his phone into his pocket. "Now, lets get the both of us to
school."
Without a word his teacher offered him a piggyback ride the exwire didn't turn
down, as the teen grabbed onto his teacher's shoulders and Yukio gripped his
useless legs. The younger teen standing up and supporting his weight easily, as
he walked to the door and let the older unlock it and lock it behind them;
before they headed off down the hall. The exwire letting out a silent sigh, as
he leaned against his teacher's shoulder and let his arms drape over his
teacher's shoulders and brush against his clothed chest.
"Don't fall asleep on me." Yukio chuckled, as Shima blushed and looked away.
"I wasn't going to fall asleep, Sensei." Shima spoke, as he frowned and his
teacher reached the second floor. "I just wanted to be a bit more comfortable
is all."
"Alright, I just wanted to make sure." Yukio spoke, as he gave him a soft smile
and Shima lifted his head up to look at his teacher.
"Sensei, is it me or have you been smiling more? You didn't use to smile so
much."
A soft blush spread across the exorcist's cheeks, as he looked ahead to avoid
the teen's gaze. The two finally making it out of the boys dormitories building
and heading in the direction of the school.
'Yes, I have." His teacher muttered, as Shima watched the blush darken across
his face. "Although, I've only been smiling around you more."
"Why me?"
"You said you wanted me to smile more." Was his teacher's simple answer. "I
though if I tried to smile more it'd make you happy."
The exwire silently blinked at the comment, as a smile spread across his face
and buried his face into his teacher's neck. The action making the teen
carrying him jump in surprise and look back at him, as Shima felt his heart
swell. His teacher was trying to make him happy and that made the exwire feel
both embarrassed and happy. Just the thought of his teacher trying to show his
emotion in front of him meant a lot and he hoped his teacher would never shut
himself off from him.
"Shima, dude, is that you?" A voice asked, as his teacher stopped walking and
the exwire lifted his head up.
The older teen realizing they were already in the courtyard, till he noticed
his buddies from his history class.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Shima asked, as he placed his hands back on his
teacher's shoulders and looked at them.
"We should be asking you the same thing." The upperclassman spoke, as Shima
raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, when did you score the dork?" One of the brunette's asked, as Shima
froze.
"You getting him to do your homework?" Asked another. "Cause I could use the
assistance."
"N-no. It's nothing like that." Shima spoke, not aware of the tightening grip
on his useless legs. "I had an accident and I can't walk. He offered to carry
me."
"No way, you let him fuck you? I didn't know you swung that way." The short
blonde chuckled. "It looks like you're more than a ladies man, Shima-kun."
"No, he didn't-" Shima started.
"Can we try him out?"
"Yeah, dude. Give us a hook up."
"We didn't have sex." Shima spoke up, as he glared at them and tried to keep
himself calm. "God, guys, could you be any more of an ass? I actually had an
accident."
"Let me guess, he pushed you down the stairs by accident and is making up for
it." The upperclassman spoke.
"No."
"Did he-"
"For the love of God, I lost the feeling in my legs!" Shima yelled, as they
looked at him in surprise. "I fell in the fucking shower and hit my head, which
made me black out! By the time I wake up Sensei was there helping me! I can't
even move my fucking legs, let alone feel them! So could you drop it!"
"Dude, we're so-"
"And next time I'm a person you don't know, try to be have yourselves!" Shima
interrupted, as he continued to yell at them. "I have more friends than just
you guys! If it wasn't for Sensei I wouldn't be in school today, so just shut
up and leave it alone!"
There was a slight pause, as the teen tried to regain his breath and ignored
the looks of shock from his friends. Yukio's head not turned toward him and his
hands struggling his useless legs, as Shima caught his breath and threw in the
rest of his thoughts.
"I should just disown you guys as friends for calling Sensei by such horrible
things." Shima spoke, as Yukio flinched in front of him. "You know nothing
about him and yet you say such terrible things. This is why you guys can't
score a girl. You guys are total assholes! You don't know the first thing about
Sensei! So next time you want to say something negative shut your mouth and
shove the comment down your throat, cause I don't want to hear it!"
"Dude, we're sorry." One of the brunette's cautiously spoke, as he lifted up
his hands. " We didn't mean to offend. We thought he was just some random kid."
"Yeah, we didn't mean it."
"You guys are pathetic." Shima growled, as they looked away and avoided his
gaze. "I can't stand the sight of you guys. It's sick."
All of them turned and stared at him in shock, as Yukio looked at him with a
surprised look on his face.
"I don't want to ever talk to you guys, again. Got it? Don't even look at me."
Shima ordered. "Anyone who speaks about Sensei like that is no friend of mine."
Silence blew past them, as everyone stared at him in shock and tried to get a
grip on the teen's words. Even if he lost his other friends the exwire know he
still he still had Bon and Miwa. They were way better friends than those
assholes and no one made fun of his teacher. He loved Yukio dearly and the last
thing he wanted to see was someone hurting him, and these guys had crossed that
line. He'd never forgive them for their words, and they needed to know that.
"Dude, we were kidding." One of them spoke, as they attempted to save
themselves till the upperclassman stepped in.
"I'd watch it squirt." He threatened, as he glared at him and jabbed a finger
at him. "You may be a ladies man in this school, with a big popularity level,
but that doesn't mean you can push us around."
"I just did."
Before he could register it both him and his teacher hit the ground, thanks to
the upperclassman shoving them. The exwire letting out a yelp of pain, as his
head hit the ground and he managed to cushion his teacher's landing. Just
before the upperclassman walked over to him and grabbed him by the hair. The
guy dragging him out from under his teacher and shoving him aside, as the teen
let out a whimper of pain and tried to hold back the tears in his eyes. Only
for the guy to grab one of his legs and make the pink-haired teen freeze, as
Yukio was starting to recover from the fall.
"Wh-what were you doing?" Shima asked, as he tried to drag himself back.
"Seeing what you can feel." Was the older's response, as he harshly twisted his
ankle and the teen panicked and tried to back away from the upperclassman. His
hands trying to grip at the ground and drag him backwards, as he was dragged
forward and the guy tried to bend his leg the wrong way.
"Stop, please!" Shima begged, as he desperately tried to get his legs to move.
"Just stop! I didn't mean it!"
"Too late, pinky. It already came out of your mouth." The upperclassman spat,
as he grabbed his thigh and tried to twist his leg to the left.
"Dude, you're going too far." The brunette spoke, as he tried to stay out of
it.
"Yeah, just leave him alone."
"Shut up and let me take care of this!"
A click resounded through the air, as they all froze and the exwire felt a tear
roll down his cheek. The pink-haired teen turning his head to see his teacher
now sitting up and his exorcist gun pointed at the upperclassman holding the
exwire's leg. The sight of the gun scaring off the students that had started to
gather, as they rushed off to class and others headed the other way.
"If you don't want a bullet through your head, I suggest you let go of Shima's
leg and get up; slowly." Yukio ordered, as he stood up and glared down the
upperclassman. "You've taken this too far and I'm not risking Shima's safety.
Stand up. Now."
"You aren't going to shot me." The guy mocked, as he twisted the exwire's leg
the wrong way and his leg bone grinded against his hipbone.
Shima letting out a cry in pain, as he tried to drag himself backward and a
gunshot went off.
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Continuation of Day 4, Monday
7:15 am
Dead silence followed after the gunshot, as everyone froze and his teacher
didn't budge an inch. The bullet having grazed the bridge of the
upperclassman's nose and was now laying on the grass five feet from them. A
burn like mark on the skin the bullet grazed, as a little blood seeped out and
started rolling down his face. The upperclassman nearly frozen in place, as he
turned to the exorcist and stared at him in shock.
"You can't-"
"I can." Yukio cut in as he kept his aim on the guy, as he pulled out a paper
shoved in his pocket and held it up. "As of last night I am to care for Shima
and protect him in anyway, till he regains the feeling in his legs back and is
well again. The Headmaster signed it last night."
With that his teacher threw the paper in front of the upperclassmen. The
document flopping open to reveal the signature and official stamp.
"Now, let go of Shima's leg and stand up." Yukio ordered, as he put both hands
back on the gun. "You are currently endangering his health."
In an instant the guy let go of the exwire's leg and stood up. His hands up in
the air and his hands shaking, as he stepped away for the pink-haired teen and
stayed silent. His teacher not taking his eyes off the guy, as he lowered his
gun and rushed over to the exwire's side. The exorcist helping the older teen
into the sitting position, as he winced at the pain between the joints and
Yukio glanced at the upperclassman.
"The Headmaster will be hearing about this and you will be punished for this."
His teacher threatened, before they all ran off and he turned his attention
back to Shima. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"
"Just a little." Shima admitted, as he looked up at his teacher rubbed where it
hurt to ease the pain. "I can manage."
"I've got pain meds." His teacher spoke, as he dug through his pocket and
pulled out a bottle, handing it to the teen. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm sure, Sensei." The exwire spoke, as he took two pills from the bottle and
handed it back to the younger. "Sensei worries too much."
"It's my job to worry. I'm supposed to be taking care if you."
"Speaking of that, did you really ask the Headmaster for permission to protect
me?"
With a bit of hesitation, his teacher nodded and put his gun and the document
away and out of sight. Only for his teacher to gently cup his face and give him
a worried look, as he stared into his eyes.
"I thought it was better to be cautious, then stupid." Yukio spoke, as he
gently stroked his cheek with his thumb. "You've been getting weaker lately and
then you lost your legs. I knew you wouldn't be able to defend yourself, so I
went to the Headmaster for his permission. I couldn't stand the thought of you
getting hurt."
A smile stretched across the older's face, as he grabbed his teacher's tie and
pulled him closer. Their lips smashing together, as the exorcist gave him a
surprised look and Shima wrapped his arms around his teacher's neck. The kiss
only lasting moments, before the exwire pulled away and admire the blush across
his teacher's face.
"Then I guess I'm so lucky Sensei is my bodyguard." The pink-haired teen spoke,
as he gave him a big smile. "I'll be safe with Sensei."
"Yeah." Yukio muttered, as he pulled the teen close and held him tightly. "I'll
make sure no one will touch you."
"Then we should get going, before I'm late." Shima spoke, as his teacher froze.
"Right, sorry." The brunette quickly spoke, as he let go of the ten and
carefully lifted him into his arms. "We can't have you being late."
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7:28 am
"Sorry we're late, Nii-san." Yukio spoke, as he walked over to his fuming older
brother. "We ran into trouble."
"You better be sorry!" Rin spoke in frustration, as he turned and glared at
him. "I didn't get to walk with Bon to his class! Do you know how- What
happened to Shima?"
Yukio bit his lip, as Shima's hold on his shoulder's tightened and looked back
at the teen/ A look of cautiousness and nervousness in his gaze, as he looked
at the exorcist and gave him a small nod of approval. The younger giving the
exwire a small nod in return, as he turned back to his brother and Rin raise an
eyebrow in question; Shima's bag sitting on the floor beside him.
"Shima's legs stopped working." Yukio spoke, only to get a look of shock from
his older brother. "He can't feel them."
"Are you kidding me?" Rin question, just as the look of shock on his face
faded. "Are you sure he's not faking it?"
"Why would I fake it?" Shima suddenly yelled, as the two jumped and looked at
him to see tears in his eyes. "I have no reason to fake something like this.
You have no idea how badly I'd rather not have my voice, then lose my legs."
"Shima."
"Alright." Rin sighed, as he stood up straight and shoved his hands in his
pockets.
The demon looking at the pink-haired teen, as Yukio glanced between the two of
them and Rin smiled. His older brother heading on down the hall and absent-
mindedly waving back at them. The teen not bothering to look back at them, as
he spoke aloud.
"If you have something you love and cherish, you hold it close, even if it
hurts to think of letting go."
Without another word, the older twin disappeared around the corner and Yukio
stared at the spot his brother had just occupied. His mind trying to comprehend
what his brother had said, but found he couldn't pick it apart like he usually
could. For once his brother had said something he couldn't understand and he
knew it was important. He just didn't know what it meant. Had that comment even
been directed toward him?
"Hey, Shima. Do you-" The exorcist had started to ask, till he turned his head
and saw tears welled up in the teen's eyes. "Shima? Shima, what's wrong?"
The exwire didn't utter a word, as he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his
head. Tears rolling down his face, as he leaned into the exorcist's back and
buried his face into the younger's neck. His arms wrapping around the
brunette's neck, as the older's fingers clung to his white dress shirt and a
soft sob came from the pink-haired teen. A soft mumble of words coming from the
older, between his sobs, as Yukio reluctantly grabbed Shima's bag and walked
down the hall; when he couldn't make out the teen's words. The younger unsure
if he should stop and comfort the teen or keep walking, but his legs kept
moving forward. After all, he didn't know why the teen had suddenly burst into
tears. He could only assume it had something to do with Rin's words. Some kind
of hidden meaning in them, that Yukio couldn't grasp and that only Shima could.
At times like this he'd get pissed and demand to know the answer, when he found
he couldn't find it himself, but this was a situation where he couldn't do
that. The matter seemed personal and pushing on the subject would get worse.
Shima was already in tears and sobbing into his neck, so it was best not to
make it worse. He promised he'd protect the older teen from now on, and that
meant emotional stress as well. All he could do now was comfort the teen and
hope for the best. After all, he hated to see the teen reduced to tears. It
tore him apart.
"D-do you want to skip your first class?" Yukio reluctantly spoke over the
teen's sobbing, as he shifted a bit to keep his grip on Shima's backpack. "We'd
make a big scene if you came in crying. You're already late."
All the teen got was a heavy sob from the exwire, as his fingers tightened
around the white fabric in his grip. The exorcist not saying a word, as he
turned in to opposite direction of the older teen's first class and headed down
the hall. It not taking ling, before Yukio pushed the door in his path open and
they found themselves in the courtyard. Shima's sobbing still echoing in the
younger teen's ears, as he walked down the steps and walked over to the huge
fountain. The exorcist carefully kneeling down enough to set Shima on the
ledge, before he set the teen's bag on the ground and went to get up. His body
jerking back as he looked down at the exwire's fingers still dug into his shirt
and sat down in the grass. The younger sitting in between the older's useless
legs, and his head against the other's stomach, as he looked up at his student.
Yukio finding himself looking up into a pair of pained and saddened honey eyes,
filled with tears. The exorcist finding himself unable to look away from pained
eyes, as the teen above him returned his gaze and bit back a sob.
The two of them unable to tear their eyes away from each other, as silence
stretched out between them. A single tear falling onto the younger's, before
the exorcist moved. The brunette carefully lifting his arm up and gently wiping
the tear rolling down the other's cheek, as the pink-haired teen jumped a
little at the sudden contact and grabbed the younger's hand. Not a single word
passing between them, as the exwire's grip on his hand tightened and his eyes
squeezed shut. His sobs getting louder, as Yukio bit his lip and fought back
the urge to get up and hug his student.
"Shima, tell me what's wrong." Yukio spoke calmly, as his student's grip on his
hand tightened even more. "I can help you."
All he got was a violent shake of the head, as he looked at the teen in worry
and bit his lip.
"Shima-"
"I-I c-can't." The teen sobbed out, as Yukio looked up at him in confusion.
"You can't what?"
"I c-can't l-let go." Shima sobbed out, as the exorcist stared up at the teen
with a dumbfounded expression.
"You can't let go?" Yukio repeated, as he looked at the teen and then the
fingers dug into his shirt. "Shima, I don't quite understand what you're
talking about; but I can hel-"
Yukio's words were cut off, as he was suddenly yanked toward the exwire and was
pressed into his stomach. Shima's arms wrapped tightly around him, and his
fingers dug into his shirt, as the older's sobbing got louder. The exorcist
unsure of what to do, as he stared up at his student and those pained honey
eyes bore into his.
"Shima…I…"
"I c-can't l-let go." Shima sobbed, as he eye never left the younger's. "R-Rin-
chan was right. I d-don't w-want to l-let go."
"Shima, I don't understand." Yukio finally spoke, as he tired to sit up and
found the older wouldn't let him. "I don't understand what Nii-san said to
you."
Shima just smiled down at him, as he leaned forward and buried his face into
the exorcist's hair. His grip on the younger not even wavering in the
slightest, as he tried to calm his sobs.
"R-Rin-chan said if I h-hold w-what I love c-close to me, it h-hurt to th-think
of letting go." Shima tried to say between sobs, as Yukio tried to put
everything together.
"I still don't get it." The exorcist spoke, as the smile on the older's face
slowly faded.
"I a-always th-thought Sensei was smarter th-than everyone I knew." Shima
softly spoke, as the brunette looked away from the pink-haired teen to avoid
the look of disappointment in his gaze. "S-Sensei should I know."
"I don't. I'm not as smart as you think, Shima."
"Th-that's a lie." Came out of the older's mouth, as Yukio looked up at the
older in surprise. "S-Sensei just has to th-think harder."
"I can't."
The older didn't say a word, as he sat up and looked ahead of him. His grip
loosening up enough to give the younger space to sit up properly and follow his
gaze. Nothing but green grass and blue sky ahead of them, as Yukio frowned and
looked at the older in question. Tears still rolling down his cheeks, and a
smile on his face, as he softly spoke.
"Sensei will find the answer, and when you do, I'll be waiting."
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Continuation of Day 4, Monday
9:52 pm
"Shima, are you ready?" Yukio called out, as he walked out of his student's
bathroom in a pair of black swim trunks and a white shirt. "The water for the
shower is warm."
"Can't you just put me in the shower and leave me there?" The pink-haired teen
nervously asked, as he played with the bottom of his pink Hawaiian flower
printed swim trunks he had managed to get on by himself. "Then you don't have
to sit in there with me."
"I have to be there in case you need help, Shima." Yukio spoke with a sigh, as
he walked over and sat down beside the older. "It's going to be a lot harder
now that you can't use your legs. I'm just here to help if you need it."
"Fine." The older mumbled, as the brunette quickly got up and knelt down so the
teen could wrap his arms around the other's neck. "I just want to get this over
with and get some sleep."
The younger gave his student a nod, as he carefully lifted the pink-haired teen
into his arms and carried him into the bathroom. The brunette closing the
bathroom door with his foot, before he walked over to the shower and shouldered
the curtains open. Shima making a move to help, as Yukio leaned over the edge
of the tub and set the older teen down so the water hit the back of his head
and his back. The teen looking up at him in slight surprise, as the younger
took off his glasses and got in the shower behind his student. The older making
a move to slide himself around, before Yukio placed a hand on the older's
shoulder to keep him where he was.
"I'll wash your back and your hair, before he we turn you around." Yukio spoke,
as the pink-haired teen gave him a nod. "Just relax and sing a song or
something. The girls in your class said you've got a nice singing voice."
Almost instantly the older's face flushed a furious red and Yukio held back a
laugh. After the older's breakdown in the courtyard, the two of the, had pulled
themselves together and headed for the pink-haired teen's next class. In which
consisted f Shima taking his normal seat by the window, while Yukio pulled up a
chair by said window and worked on his own schoolwork. It was during one of the
breaks they had that the girls had crowded around his student and exchanged
gossip. Things that not even Yukio hadn't heard of yet being swapped between
the, before one of the girls noticed him and went into a fit.
All of which consisted of them telling him that he was so lucky he was friends
with the pink-haired teen and how dreamy Shima was. It was then that the girls
started sharing their facts and dates with Shima to him. Like how the teen was
really good at karaoke and had the best singing voice in their opinion. How the
teen's actual hair color was black and how he had to get it bleached and dyed
every time his hair grew out. As well as the teen's knack for photography, and
how he had drawn a really nice picture of a girl once for her birthday. From
their on the facts had crashed over them and left the two boys as red as
strawberries, before the bell rang and the girls had to go back to their
classes. Nonetheless, it had been well worth it.
"I don't sing in the shower." Shima mumbled, as he played with his fingers and
Yukio grabbed the hair shampoo. "It's really cheesy and stupid."
"It's not stupid. Nii-san sings in the shower all the time." Yukio spoke, as he
squirted some shampoo into his hand and put the bottle back. The older
immediately running his fingers through the other's hair, before he started
working the shampoo into the older's hair.
"Rin-chan sings in the shower? I didn't know that." The older spoke in
curiosity. "Is he any good?"
"Not in the slightest. I think he's better at fighting demon's, then trying to
sing." Yukio chuckled, as he tilted the older's hair back to get the bubbles
out of his hair and was careful to make sure nothing got in his eyes.
"I should get Rin-chan to sing something then." Shima chuckled, as he looked up
at him. "I bet he could kill a ghoul with his voice, if he's that bad."
"I wouldn't let Nii-san catch you saying that. He'll get mad."
"Rin-chan would never get mad at me." Shima spoke, as Yukio grabbed the
conditioner and started working it into the pink-haired teen's hair. "I was the
one that smacked Bon around a few times, so he and Rin-chan got closer. They
wouldn't be together if I hadn't told him Rin-chan was afraid of thunder."
"Nii-san is afraid of thunder?" Yukio asked in surprise, as Shima nodded.
"Yeah and when you were gone on that mission it was raining really hard." Shima
explained, as the younger tilted his head back and washed out his hair. "It was
thundering so bad it woke me up and I went right to Bon to tell him. He was
down the hall so fast I barely blinked before he left the room. He was so
worried about Rin-chan."
"I can imagine." Yukio chuckled, as the pink-haired teen gave him a confused
look. "He's always watching over Nii-san. They're barely apart."
"I guess that's what it's like to be in love and have your feelings returned
just as much." Shima spoke with a smile, while the brunette gabbed the
washcloth and body wash. "I wish my love was like Rin-chan and Bon's."
"Maybe it will be someday." Yukio spoke, as he poured some soap on the cloth
and started washing the older's back and neck.
"I hope it will be, and I hope the one I love will return my love." Shima
spoke, as the younger paused in his actions and looked at the back of the
other's head. "I don't think I'll fall in love with anyone else."
A moment of silence broke out between the two, as Yukio bit his bottom lip and
looked at the back of the older's head. His heart tightening in his chest, as
he set his hands in his lap and ran one of them through his hair.
"Shi-"
"Are you done with my back, Sensei?" Shima suddenly asked, as he looked back at
him. "Can I wash my front?"
"Uh, sure." Yukio quickly spoke, as he gave the washcloth to the older and
stood up. "Call me when you're finished. I'll be just outside."
"Of course Sensei." Shima happily spoke, as the brunette got out of the shower
and grabbed his glasses and a towel.
The younger draping the towel over his shoulders, as he put his glasses back on
and left the bathroom. The brunette not even caring about the water he was
tracking, as he walked over to the unoccupied bed as sat down. The teen letting
out a sigh, as he put his head in his hands and closed his eyes.
Just what was he thinking? Shima, his student, had just laid his heart out on
the line for him. Had just confessed to him once again and what had he done?
Sat there like an idiot and didn't breath a single word. What kind of person
was he if he couldn't even except or reject his student's feelings? What was
he, five?
"Sensei, I'm done!"
"Alright, I'll be right there!"
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Day 5, Tuesday
5:11 am
To say the least, the older had hoped his second day of school for the week
would be better than the first; but when he woke up a whole hour earlier than
his alarm he knew something was wrong. And if the numb feeling in his hips
wasn't a sign, he didn't know what was. He had felt weak in the legs before he
lost them, and he knew this numbing feeling wasn't far from the last incident.
It was only his luck that his teacher had stayed for the night and was
currently sleeping in for once. Something his teacher needed and something he
didn't want to end. Yet he didn't want to spend the next hour alone with the
numbing feeling in his hips.
"S-Sensei." Shima nervously called, as he used his arms to push himself into
the siting position. "Sensei, wake up."
A soft grumble left the younger, before he stirred and opened his eyes. His
sleepy gaze searching the room till his eyes fell on the older. His teacher
quickly grabbing his glasses, as he slipped them on and sat up.
"Shima, what's wrong?" Yukio asked, as he pulled himself out of bed and walked
over to sit on the other's bed.
"My hips fell numb." The pink-haired teen spoke, as he nervously looked at his
lap. "I think it's getting worse."
"Did you're legs feel numb, before you lost feeling in them?" Yukio asked, as
he looked at the older in worry.
"No. They felt weak and right before I blacked out I felt a lot of pain."
"What would you describe the pain like?"
"Like someone shot me." Shima nervously spoke. "It came out of nowhere and it
hurt really bad."
"I think it's time we try and figure out what this is." Yukio finally spoke, as
he got up and grabbed some clothes for the two of them. "Can you dress
yourself?"
"I can try." The older spoke, as he took the clothes from his teacher and
pulled off his tank top. "How are we going to find out what this is?"
"The Academy has a private library for exorcists in training." Yukio spoke, as
he quickly dressed himself and helped the older pull on his pants. "I never
told your class about it, because Nii-san would use it as a place to sleep."
"That sounds like Rin-chan." Shima chuckled, as he pulled on his shirt. "Are
you going to carry me again?"
"No, I won't be today. I got you something." His teacher spoke, as he walked
over to the far side of the two desks. "I talked to the nurses and got this for
you."
Before the older could ask his teacher what he was talking about, the brunette
pulled out a black collapsible wheelchair from behind the desks. A look of
surprise appearing on the pink-haired teen's face, as he looked at the
wheelchair and to his teacher.
"Sensei-"
"I told the nurse you had an accident and you can't use your legs, so she gave
me this for you." The brunette explained, as he pulled it open and wheeled it
over to the edge of the other's bed. "I thought you'd want a little
independence."
Without another word, the pink-haired teen carefully maneuvered into the
wheelchair. A delighted smile stretching across his face, as he looked up at
his teacher.
"I love it, Sensei. Thank you so much."
"I even got you a few keys, so you don't have to deal with the stairs." Yukio
spoke, as he handed the teen a small ring of keys. "You have a key into the
Academy, the entrance of the dorm building, a key to the dorm Rin and me live
at, and a key to your dorm room. That way you'll be able to move around
easier."
The older fingered the new keys in his hands, as teats welled up in his eyes
and the teen bit his lip. Something his teacher easily noticed, as he gave him
a worried look and sat in front of the teen on the bed.
"Shima?"
"No one has e-ever gone th-this far for me. No one h-has ever been this kind."
The pink-haired teen sobbed, as the brunette gently smiled and took his hand.
"I o-owe you so m-much already-"
"You don't owe me a thing, Shima." Yukio spoke, as he squeezed the older's
hand. "If anything, I owe you. You've started changing me since the day you
confessed to me."
"Sensei."
"Now, let's go find out what's wrong with you."
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Continuation of Day 5, Tuesday
10:34 pm
Yukio let out a harsh sigh, as he slapped the book in his hand closed and
replaced the book on the shelf. The teen taking a moment to rub his eyes,
before he fingered the bindings of the books on the shelf and frowned. Since
the moment Shima and him had entered the library around five thirty in the
morning, the two of them had been hard at work searching through every book
they could get their hands on.
They had started with demonic enchantments and worked their way up to demon
sicknesses, before they hit a dead end. By then it was lunchtime and the
exorcist had left briefly to get them both lunch and eat in the peace of the
library. It was then that they started their search again with demonic folklore
up to the history if different demon species. By eight they had hit a dead end
and decided to go their separate ways and try to find clues. Now it was way
past curfew and the library was going to close at eleven. So at this point the
exorcist had just about enough of the library for the rest of the week. He
couldn't stand the thought of opening another book and reading through half of
it, before he realized it was a dead end and had to start all over.
With a sigh the brunette ran a hand through his hair, before he walked out of
the aisle of shelves and into a small open corner of the library. The small
space consisting of a few wooden tables and chairs for secluded studying and
was currently housing his student. The said pink-haired teen sitting in his
brand new wheelchair and wheeled right up to one of the shorter tables. A few
books scattered on the tabletop and one flipped open to a page the teen had
been reading, as the younger held back a chuckle and headed over to his
student.
With his head lying against one of the pages of the open book, Shima was fast
asleep and lost in his dreams. Something the younger found cute, as soft snores
could be heard from the teen. The brunette stopping right next to his student,
before he leaned over and gently pull the book out from under his student's
head. The younger being careful not to wake the sick teen, before he gently
brushed the bangs out of the teen's face and smiled. His student sleeping away
without a care in the world, as Yukio pulled out a chair and sat by his
student. The young teen setting the open book back on the table, before he
leaned an elbow against the surface of the wood and watched the exwire sleep.
Yes, he felt awkward and creepy watching his student sleep; but the teen's
appearance was just too cute to stop watching. It was true he had seen the teen
asleep before, but never this close up and never in a time when he didn't need
to be woken up. It was only at that moment he noticed how soft his skin looked,
despite him being sick, and his slightly longer eyelashes. His pink hair a
complete mess and the very roots of his hair just starting to grow out in their
natural black hue. A soft blush across his cheeks, and his mouth slightly
parted, that had the exorcist fighting to hold himself back. The dark
foreboding feeling from their encounter in the abandoned dorm room coming back
full swing, as the exorcist quickly stood up and walked away from his student.
An inner instinct pulling at his self-control, as it urged him to go back to
his student and do-.
The exorcist's mind fell blank for a moment, before an image of his student
came at him full force and the teen grabbed hold of the shelf nearby. In that
very image his student was sitting on the end of the table, his legs spread out
and ready for hi, as those glazed honey eyes bore into his. His entrance
puckered out and ready for him, his cock ready and begging for attention. The
pink-haired teen's cheeks a sinful cherry red and his bangs damp against his
forehead, a thin layer of sweat on the teen's skin. A flash of need striking
the young exorcist, before it shot straight down to his groin and made him
erect in a matter of moments. The exorcist letting out a curse, as the
perverted image disappeared and the teen glared down at the new bulge in his
pants.
If anything this was the last thing he needed. The library would be closing
soon and he still had to get Shima back to his dorm with waking him, which was
easier said then done. He still had to put the rest of the books back, that is
if he could find were they went in the labyrinth they called a library. If
anything, none of this could get worse.
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Wednesday, Day 6
6:23 am
A sudden crash echoed through the darkness, as the teen suddenly opened his
eyes and found himself standing in the middle of the street. The streetlights
dim and flickering occasionally, as the teen nervously looked around at the
buildings lining the street. The brick building worn and dull, with cracks and
bricks missing out of the walls. The door either boarded or bolted shut, with
shades and tattered curtains drawn. The sky above him practically pitch black,
if it wasn't for the full moon shining in the sky, the air bitter cold.
An uneasy and bitter feeling taking over the teen, as he cautiously looked
around once more and found nothing but emptiness. A sudden explosion jolting
the teen to his right, as he looked over just in time for a herd of Hobgoblins
to rush past him. Gun shots following not soon afterwards, as the bullets
flashed past him and shot down the small demons. A figure passing him seconds
later, as the teen caught a glimpse of the aquamarine eyes before he turned
around and found nothing. The demon's long gone and the person gone, as a small
crack sounded not to far away and a large piece of a building crumbled right
down to the cement below. The sound of the impact echoing through the air,
before a pair of arms wrapped around him. A gasp of surprise leaving the teen,
as he was pulled back against a hard chest and a chin rested on his shoulder.
The contact sending shivers down his spine, as another piece of a building hit
the cement and the teen flinched.
"Why did you leave me?" A voice spoke in his ear, as the arms around his waist
tightened. "Why did you leave me all alone?"
All around him, brick and cement started crumbling and hitting the cement
below. The impacts echoing through the air, as the sky started turning a salmon
pink and the teen's heart rate started picking up. His hear almost thundering
in his chest, as he gripped at the arms around his waist and tried to pry them
off him.
"I thought you loved me. I thought you cared." The voice spoke, as the teen
felt shivers run down his spine with every syllable. His legs shaking and his
voice caught in his throat, as he tired to will some kind of words out of his
mouth. "You left me all alone, when you promised you'd never leave me. Why did
you leave? Why did you have to die?"
All around them rubble littered the once clean street, and only skeletons of
the once standing building remained. The sky a deep crimson color and the
clouds practically black, the moon a dull grey. The teen's heart thundering n
his chest, as he finally managed to pull the arms off from around him and look
at the person behind him.
Standing at his usual six foot was none other than his cram school teacher. A
gentle smile on his face, and his aquamarine eyes looking at him in nothing but
happiness. His brunette hair askew and wearing his usual uniform, minus the
coat.
"S-Sensei?" The teen finally managed to force out.
"Why did you have to leave me all alone? Why did you have to die?" His teacher
spoke, as he stepped forward and enveloped the teen in a hug. "You have no idea
how much I missed you."
"Sensei, I never left." The teen spoke in confusion, as he looked at his
teacher in worry. "I never died, either. I'm still alive."
"You're wrong, Renzou. You died. You disappeared and left me all alone." Slowly
a wicked smirk appeared on the teen's face and the older took a step back. "Why
did you leave me?"
"I-I never did, Sensei. Sensei, what's wrong?"
Before the teen could react the younger's hand wrapped around his throat. His
fingers dug deep into his throat, as the older quickly pried at the older's
fingers and let out a whimper.
"How could you leave me? Why did you die?"
"S-Sensei?"
"Why-?"
"I-I love y-you."
In the next moment the teen stared at him in shock, as his grip slowly
loosened. It only seconds before the teen started going numb and a soft crackle
was heard. The both of them looking down toward the cement to see the older's
legs slowly disappearing into ashes. The teen staring down at the ashes in pure
shock, as his teacher looked at him in longing.
"Don't leave me all alone. Don't die."
Nothing came out of the teen's mouth, as he watched the ashes slowly fall and
his legs slowly disappear. A sudden unknown fear in the teen's heart, as he
looked at his teacher and felt tears sting his eyes.
"S-Sensei, I don't want to die."
With a shaken gasp, the teen broke free of his dreams and found himself
clinging to a white cotton shirt. His breathing shaky and his whole body
trembling, before he looked at his fingers clinging to the fabric. His eyes
traveling up the hard chest in front of him till he met a pair of aquamarine
eyes watching him in worry. The teen in a state of panic, as he quickly let go
of his teacher's shirt and somehow managed to push himself back a bit to give
them both some room.
"S-Sensei-?"
"You were having a nightmare." Yukio spoke, as he sat up and ran a hand through
his hair.
"I don't have nightmares." Shima quickly spoke, his tone clearly on the
defensive. "At the worst they are really twisted dreams."
"You were whimpering in your sleep."
"I was a little freaked out."
"That sounds like a nightmare."
"It wasn't." Shima finally snapped, till he noticed his hand touching his
teacher's and quickly withdrew it. "Sorry."
"It's alright, Shima. I don't mind." The younger spoke, as he reached over and
grabbed his glasses to slip them on. "It's not like anything will happen."
"It's not alright." The pink-haired teen spoke, as he looked at his lap and
chewed on his lip. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
Silence filled the room, as the teen felt his heart rate pick up. His body
breaking out in a light sweat, as he looked up to meet his teacher's gaze. A
look of surprise in his aquamarine eyes.
"What?"
"nothing." His teacher spoke, as he got up and walked across the room to grab
his t-shirt. "I'm just surprised by the comment is all. You always seem to be
seducing me one way or another, even without realizing it."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Shima demanded, as he managed to sit up
properly.
"Well, considering your reputation, I'm surprised you haven't tried to seduce
me and get me to have sex with you. The girls said you were good." His teacher
spoke in a bitter tone, as he puled on his dress shirt and started buttoning it
up.
"Yeah, considering it was all lies." Shima returned, a sour edge in his tone.
"Hard to for it to feel good if none of it was real."
"Yeah, and the next thing I know you'll be telling me that the "ladies man" is
a virgin." Yukio spoke in a disgusted tone. "I've heard all the stories about
you and all those girls."
Silence filled the room, as the teen glared t the brunette and gripped at his
useless legs. Anger welling up in him with every word, as it started to slowly
reach it's boiling point. His dull honey eyes practically drilling holes into
he exorcist's head. The exwire's silence speaking volumes, as his teacher
turned and looked at him with an amused look on his face.
"Don't tell me you are a virgin." The younger spoke in slight surprise.
"Not everything is about sex." Shima spoke in a pissed off tone. "I actually
care about people's feelings, Sensei, and if I remember correctly I've never
forced you into a heated sexual experience. Nor have I ever mentioned it to you
till now. You know I confessed to you, and you know I love you, but I've never
forced you into a sexual experience."
"Knowing you it's all an act to get me to seep with you." Yukio spoke, as the
pink-haired teen stared at him in shock. "You could be faking this whole
sickness, just so you can get me in bed with you."
"You sound like Rin-chan."
"At least Nii-san tells the truth."
"I am."
"Yeah right." Yukio scoffed, as he grabbed his dress pants and slipped them on.
"I've worked with your brothers before. The lot of you are nothing but fakes."
"You know nothing about us!" Shima yelled, as his teacher slightly flinched and
looked back at him in surprise. "You can stand there and judge me, and you can
say anything you want, but don't you dare say anything bad about my family!"
By now the teen was shaking from head to toe in rage. His whole body
practically numb in rage, as he dug his nails into his legs and ignored the
blood that beaded out under his finger nails. His honey gaze boring into
aquamarine.
"Sh-Shima-"
Before his teacher could finish, pain shot through the teen's hips and a gasp
escaped his lips. The ten instantly losing his balance, as he hit the mattress
and the pain seared up to an increasing height. The pain coming in increasing
waves, as he gripped at the sheets and felt the tears well up in his eyes. His
teacher now at his side with a worried look on his face and a serious look in
his eyes.
"Shima, what's wrong?"
"I-it's happening a-again." The teen managed to force out, before another wave
of pain hit and the teen winced as a gasp escaped him.
"Did it feel lie this before?"
"I d-don't r-rememb-ber. I w-was un-unconscious."
"Where does it hurt?"
"H-hips."
With a nod, his teacher lifted up his shirt and pushed the older's pants down a
little. Only to reveal thick black line like veins creeping across the teen's
skin and up his hips. His teacher not wasting a second, as he pulled the cuff
of the teen's sweatpants up and was faced with the same thick lines. A look of
fear and pain now etched into the older's face, as the pain started to
escalate.
"S-Sensei-"
"What the hell is this?"
"S-Sensei, I-I-" The older tried to force out between the waves of pain. "Th-
the pain. C-can't t-take it."
"Shima-!"
The rest of his teacher's sentence was cut off, as the teen fell into the
never-ending pit of his sub consciousness and everything went black.
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Day 7, Thursday
6:17 am
With a groan, the older slowly opened his eyes. His body sore and tired, as he
ran an exhausted and through his hair and looked to his left to find his
teacher fast asleep. The younger teen leaning against the frame of the bed and
his head resting against the mattress, his glasses askew on his face and
digging into the bridge of his nose. Something the older found cute, as he
reached out and brushed the bangs out of his teacher's face. The teen gently
smiling as his teacher stirred and a pair of aquamarine eyes met his.
"Shima!" Yukio spoke in utter shock and surprise, as he sat up properly and
fixed his glasses. "Thank goodness your awake. You had me worried sick!"
"But if Sensei is sick who will take care of me?" The pink-haired teen lightly
joked, as Yukio's look of worry faded and he let out a breathy chuckle.
"That was a figure of speech, Shima."
"I know. Sensei just looked so upset I had to make you feel better." The older
spoke, as his teacher looked at him gently.
"Well, it worked." The brunette spoke, as he sat on the edge of the bed and
gently ran his fingers through the older's hair. "How do you feel? Is the pain
gone?"
A small smile stretched across the older's face, as he leaned into the gentle
touch and closed his eyes. The gesture fairly calming for the pink-haired teen,
as he opened his eyes once more and noticed the worried look in his teacher's
gaze.
"Yes, the pain is gone and I feel fine, Sensei." The older teen spoke, as he
looked up at his teacher. "If anything I feel tired and sore. Not to mention I
probably lost the feeling in my hips."
"Well, I'd like to check." His teacher spoke, as his hand left his hair and
caressed his cheek. "Is that alright with you?"
"Yeah."
At that his teacher gave him a nod and gently slid the older's shirt up to
reveal his stomach. The younger twin being as gentle, as he carefully tugged
the waistband of his sweatpants down enough to reveal his hips. The colder air
around them instantly attacking his mildly hot skin, as the older shivered and
his teacher gave him a gentle smile. His fingers brushing up against the pink-
haired teen's stomach, before they slid down to his sides and gently gripped at
the skin.
"Tell me when you can't feel it, alright?" The younger spoke, as he got a nod
from the older.
"Alright, Sensei."
A nod of approval left the younger, before he stared carefully gripping the
teen's sides as he moved down. A light blush darkening on the teen's cheeks
each time his teacher moved lower, before the feeling disappeared and the older
grabbed his teacher's arm.
"It's gone." Shima managed to force out without stuttering, his face a bright
strawberry red.
"Alright." His teacher spoke, as he pulled the teen's pants back up and pulled
his shirt back down. "It seems you've lost feeling just an inch and a half
below your belly button and the markings from last night are gone."
"Speaking of those, have you seen anything like that before Sensei?" The older
asked, as he looked over at his teacher. 'They looked really creepy."
With a harsh sigh, his teacher shook his head as he ran a hand through his
messy hair.
"No, I've never seen anything like that before. I even went to the library for
awhile yesterday just after your breathing was stable, and I found nothing. I
sware we've gone through that entire library."
"Sensei will figure it out eventually." Shima spoke, as he carefully pushed
himself into the sitting position with his hands.
"Well, we don't have much time. I fell like this isn't the end of it and it's
only going to get worse." Yukio spoke, as he got up and grabbed his clothes.
"But right now we have to get going or we'll be late for class."
Shima gave his teacher a nod, as he watched him disappear into the bathroom and
looked down at his lap. It was true the teen was going to get worse, but his
teacher didn't even know the half of it.
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Thursday, Day 8
3:05 pm
"Sensei, I really don't like this idea." Shima managed not to mutter, as he
looked at the random door they had picked. "I don't think I'm ready to face
everyone."
"You'll have to eventually, Shima." His teacher spoke, as he set a hand on the
teen's shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. "But I'll be with you the
whole entire time. If it gets too rough for you I'll make sure to help."
"Thank you, Sensei." The pink-haired teen spoke, as he gave his teacher a smile
and grabbed his key.
"Anytime, Shima."
Before another word could pass between them, the older between them pushed open
the door and wheeled into the Cram School hallway. The carpet giving his
wheelchair a few problems, as he glared down at the maroon floor covering and
managed to get out of his teacher's way. His arms already tired due to the
strain and his motivation gone, as he let out a tired sigh and made a move to
turn his wheelchair around. His teacher's hand stopping him, as he gave him a
smile and his other hand grabbed one of the handles.
"Just go ahead and relax, Shima. We shouldn't put stress on your body." His
teacher spoke, as he let go of the teen's hand and started wheeling him in the
direction of the classroom. "if anything you have to save your strength. The
"attack" from last night took a lot out of you."
At this point all the teen could do was nod. He was tired and weak, and arguing
was the last thing he wanted to put his strength into. Yes, he knew that he was
running out of time, but there was nothing he could do at this point. This
Saturday, at exactly seven o'clock in the morning, he was going to die. If
anything he was afraid of dying; but he was absolutely terrified of leaving
behind everyone that cared about him and the ones he loved. Yes, he'd miss his
brothers to end, even if Kinzo loved to kick him in the head; but he knew he'd
miss everyone here at True Cross.
He had made a lot of friends, good and bad, but he knew there was no way to
stop the virus now. Yukio had no interest in him whatsoever, other then taking
care of him, and he had made that pretty clear last night.
"It's not like anything will happen."
"Knowing you it's all an act to get me to sleep with you. You could be faking
this sickness, just so you can get me in bed with you."
It was made obvious then that his teacher harbored no real feelings for him,
and that he was only taking care of him because Shima practically dumped
himself into his teacher's lap. His confession a week ago had reeked of
desperation and his teacher was only doing this to make sure he looked good in
the Vatican's eyes. Nonetheless, he knew the game was over and he had lost.
Amaimon had been right. He was nothing more than a powerless human who could do
nothing more than suffer. What a fool he was.
"You ready, Shima?" His teacher asked, as he snapped out of his thoughts and
found himself in front of the door to the classroom.
"Yes, Sensei."
There was nothing more he could do now; he was powerless and alone.
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3:07 pm
Soft murmurs passed between classmates, as Rin frowned slightly and leaned back
in his seat. Class had officially started five minutes ago and Yukio still
wasn't here. Not once had he ever seen his brother late to teach, but the last
month had been one surprise after another. So at this point the demon just kept
his mouth shut. After the whole thing with Amaimon, and the demon lost his
voice, the teen had learned to stop questioning everything that happened at
True Cross; because one way or another it pointed back at a demon. Even if
those demons happened to be your half brothers. God, he needed a new family.
It was the opening of the door to the classroom that snapped the demon out of
his thoughts and to the present. The teen the first to turn his head and notice
the two people who entered the room. Yukio following behind Shima's wheelchair
was the first thing he saw, as he gapped at his best friend and shot out of his
seat. His movement being stopped the next at the exact moment he saw his eyes.
His once bright brown eyes now a dull and hazy honey color, with a look he knew
all too well. Fear, loneliness, and hopelessness reflected in those same eyes;
as the teen set a hand on the desk to steady himself and cursed. He definitely
knew that look. T was a looked hs once wore over two weeks ago, when he had
given up all hope. When he had been backed into a corned and couldn't find a
way out, when he had lost everything he cared about and the one he loved. That
look had almost lost him his voice, and he knew who was behind it.
Amaimon.
"Shima-kun!" Miwa suddenly blurted out, as he got out of his seat and rushed
over to the older. The dull hopeless look immediately fading, as he gave the
small teen a fake smile. "Where have you been? You didn't answer any of my
messages, and I haven't seen you in school!"
"Yeah, you've never missed classes." Izumo huffed, as she frowned at the pink-
haired teen in the wheelchair.
"Shima-kun, why are you in a wheelchair? Did you get hurt?" Shiemi innocently
asked, as Miwa came to the realization his best friend was in said wheelchair.
In an instant his classmates started bombarding the teen with questions about
where he was and what had happened. Words that didn't reach the demon, as he
watched his best friend continue to give them a fake smile and act like his
normal self. Something the demon just couldn't swallow.
"Rin."
"You saw it too, didn't you?" The teen asked, as he looked back at his
boyfriend. "He had that look in his eyes."
"The same look you did." The brunette n' blonde spoke in a small grumble. "You
don't think-"
"He might have something to do with this, but we can't be too sure. We don't
have enough information."
"More like we don't have any at all." Bon frowned, as he watched Shima. "you
don't think Amaimon got smarter, do you?"
"Who knows." Rin frowned, as h headed over to the small group and threw on a
smile. "Hey guys! Give Shima some room. He just got here."
With the demon's outburst both Shiemi and Miwa backed up a little. Yukio
completely silent behind their now immobile friend, as Shima threw him another
fake smile.
"Hey, Rin-chan." The pink-haired teen spoke, as the teen's fingers played with
a blanket that had been put over his lower half. "How have you been doing?"
"I've been great." The demon quickly spoke, as he felt Bon walk over to stand
next to him. "I'm more worried about you. What happened to your legs?"
It was a mere split second that the same helpless look flashed across the
teen's gaze. Clear pain imitate in his posture, as his fingers dug into the
blanket.
"I had an accident." More like you gained one. "Sensei has been taking care of
me."
It didn't take much for the teen to know his boyfriend was thinking the same
thing he was. Two weeks without your voice helped you read people close to you
without even looking at them.
It was all Amaimon's fault.
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5:57 pm
"Karaoke?" Shima repeated, as he gave his best friend a weird look.
"Yeah. You've been gone for awhile and I thought we could all hang out." Rin
spoke, as Bon frowned beside him. "We've never really done anything fun as a
class, so I though we could all have some fun."
"True. Unless you call almost getting killed on every mission fun." Bon
grumbled, as Shima looked down at his covered lap.
"Oi! I had it all under control! My aim just got tilted is all!"
"Tilted? Don't you mean you missed?" Bon teased, as Rin pouted.
"You're so mean, Bon!" Rin managed to whined, as h turned away from the older
and pouted even more. "You could've been nicer about it."
"I'm sorry, Kitten." The brunette n' blonde tried to apologize, as the older
bit his look and gripped at the blanket in his lap.
"I'm sorry guys, but I'll have to pass." Shima quickly spoke, as both Rin and
Bon stopped and looked at him. "Besides, there's no way we could get me there
with me like this. It's better if I don't go."
"There's no way we're going without you." Rin finally spoke, as he looked
around the empty classroom. "Besides, you'll treasure today if this is all
Amaimon's doing."
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Day 8, Thursday
6:02 pm
In an instant it felt like the teen's heart had stopped. His fingers digging
into the blanket on his lap, as he couldn't help but glare at his best friends.
There was no way they would've known Amaimon was apart of this. This was on a
whole different level than Rin losing his voice. The pink-haired teen was being
forced to endure the pain and the helplessness of the virus. Even with his
crushes care, he was slowly falling apart on the inside. At this point he
wouldn't be surprised if his body just gave out before the virus finished its
work. All he wanted was for it to end.
"So it is Amaimon." Rin huffed, as he leaned against the teacher's desk. "Now
what is he up to?"
"I'm not allowed to talk about it." The pink-haired teen bit out, as he leaned
back in his wheelchair.
"I think you were right." The demon frowned, as he looked over at his
boyfriend. "Amaimon has gotten smarter. My limits were I couldn't tell you. If
he is smarter-"
"Than this time around it's serious." Bon finished, as Shima frowned at the two
of them. "I would have to make losing your voice look like child's play. He
must've-"
"I'm going home." Shima interrupted, as he turned his wheelchair around and
headed for the door.
It was only when a hand grabbed his, did he jerk forward a bit and glare back
at the demon looking at him in worry.
"Shima-"
"Rin-chan, let go. I'm tired and I want to go home."
"Then at least tell me why you're giving up."
In seconds his heart skipped a beat, before he leaned back defeated and looked
at his lap. He was too tired for this and the last thing he wanted was an
argument. All he wanted was rest.
"It's not worth listening too."
"Yes it is!" Rin yelled, as he walked around his wheelchair and glared at him.
"I had that same look in my eyes, before I almost gave my voice over to
Amaimon! If this is worse then the game he played with me, then the last thing
we want is for you to die!"
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6:12pm
In the mere seconds after the words came out of the demon's mouth it became
evident how important those last few words meant. In those mere seconds, the
older teen's gaze went from shocked, to afraid, to plain down desperate an
depressing. A look of pure loss on his face, as he watched his best friend hang
his head and stifle a sob.
"Oh god, no." Were the first words to come out of the demon's mouth, before he
knelt down in front of his best friend and gave him a worried look. "You're
going to die? Why didn't you tell us?"
"I c-couldn't." Shima sobbed, as Bon walked over to the two of them and set a
hand on his shoulder in comfort.
"Well, we know now." Rin spoke, as he gently took his best friend's hand and
squeezed it. "We just have to find out who's involved in the game so we can
help you. After all, you helped us."
"I-It's no u-use. He d-doesn't l-love me."
"It's Yukio, isn't it?" Bon asked, as the younger watched his face turn bright
red. "Every time he looked at you I could feel the distance growing. Not to
mention it's no surprise. I did help you get the chance to confess."
"It doesn't matter now, though!" Shima spoke up, as he glared at the two of
them. "Sense doesn't love me!"
"And who told you that?"" Rin asked, as he wiped the tears out of the older's
eyes. "Did Yukio tell you he didn't love you?"
With a bit of hesitation the demon's best friend gave him a small shake of the
head. A soft sigh coming from the younger, before he gently cupped the older's
cheeks and made him look at him.
'Then tell me what he said to you."
"H-he said nothing would ever happen between us and that he though this was all
an act to get him in bed with me." Shima nervously spoke, as the demon
instantly sulked.
"Part of that would be me and my big mouth." Rin muttered, as Bon frowned at
the younger.
"Kitten, you do realize Shima is a virgin right?" The brunette n' blonde asked,
as the younger looked at his best friend in shock.
"What? Since when?"
"S-Since always." Shima nervously stuttered, as he looked away. "I wanted to
save myself for my special someone. Didn't Rin-chan do that for Bon, too?"
"Y-Yes, but-"
"No buts, Kitten." Bon frowned, as he lightly bopped the younger on the head.
"Shima may not look or act like it, but he's a hopeless romantic at heart. He
just doesn't show it."
"Then what about the rumor?" Rin demanded, as he looked at the two childhood
friends.
"I only hung out with them, Rin-chan. They thought I was really cute and sweet,
so they blew my image out of proportion because they wished other guys treated
them as nicely as I did." The pink-haired teen explained, as he played with the
blanket in his lap. "The girls went overboard and made me out to sound like a
hot playboy. It was all an accident."
"Accident my ass! Even the teachers know!"
"Either way it doesn't matter now." Bon spoke, as he looked at the two of them.
"Right now we have to focus on helping Shima and stopping this game, before he
dies."
"That's easier said than done, Bon." Rin frowned, as he plopped down onto the
floor in front of the immobile teen. "All we know is that Amaimon caused this,
Yukio is the key to end it, and Shima can't tell us anything about the game. So
far we've barely scratched the surface of this thing and Shima isn't getting
any better."
"You're right." The brunette n' blonde sighed, as the pink-haired teen looked
at the two of them with an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry I'm not much help, guys." Shima muttered, as he seemed to
subconsciously rub a small area above his hip.
An ominous wave reaching the younger, as he frowned and studied his best
friend. An unpleased look on his face, as he slouched back into his wheelchair
and seemed to be trying his best to ignore whatever odd sensation he was
feeling. Something that bugged the demon, as he swiftly sat up and yanked his
best friend's shirt up. A gasp of surprise leaving the pink-haired teen, before
the younger froze.
Across the irritated patch of skin above the older's hips were thick black
markings. The strange pattern slowly creeping toward the reddened skin, as the
three stared at the phenomenon.
"R-Rin-chan, get Sensei." Shima stuttered in fear, as the younger looked at him
in worry.
"Shima, what's going on? What the hell are these?" Rin demanded, as he ignored
his best friend's request.
"R-Rin-chan-"
"It's a demonic virus." Bon interrupted, as he quickly pulled out his
cellphone. "It's slowly shutting down Shima's body. It must've started with his
legs and it's working its way up."
"And what'll happen if it get's too far?"
"It will attack his heart and kill him instantly." Bon spoke, as the other two
stared at him in shock. "Hello, Sensei? I know you're in a teacher's meeting,
but the virus Shima has is getting worse."
A hurried voice came out of the speakers, as the demon roughly bit his lip and
let go of his best friend's shirt. The material bunching up at his lap, as he
firmly took the older's hand and met the teen's scared gaze. His dully honey
eyes begging him to do something, as the younger squeezed his hand and watched
as the older looked at his lap to hide the tears.
"No, I don't know what it's attacking next." Bon spoke; as he walked over and
pulled the older's shit back up. "Form what I can see it's going to start with
the bottom of the large intestine and work it's way through the small intseti-
No, he's not n pain yet. Alright, we'll meet you there. I'll get the key from
your desk and we'll be there as soon as we can."
With a harsh slap, the older flipped his phone closed and walked over to the
teacher's desk. The demon's boyfriend digging through the younger brother's
desk, before he pulled out a key and tossed it to him.
"Use that on the door. We have to get Shima somewhere else other than here."
Bon ordered, as the demon quickly got up and ran to the door. "The last thing
we need is to make a scene."
"B-Bon, what's going on?" Shima nervously asked, as the demon shoved the key
into the lock and opened the door for them.
"We're getting you some help."
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Friday, Day ?
2:35 pm
"Shima…Shima!...SHIMA!"
With a sudden start, the pink-haired teen opened his eyes and found himself
staring up at the blur of cream and brown. A tight grip on his right hand, as
the voice continued to call his name while the teen's gaze started to clear up.
The blur of cream and brown slowly separating, as an aquamarine color soon
blended in and then settled. The older teen finding himself looking up at his
crush and teacher, who was looking down at him in fear and worry. Tears'
rolling down his face, as he brushed the older's bangs out of his face and
searched his eyes.
"S-Sensei?" Shima nervously spoke, before his teacher's eyes widened and he was
immediately crushed with a huge hug.
"Thank God you're alright!" His teacher spoke, before he let go of the teen and
gave him a worried look. "How do you feel?"
The older just stared at his teacher, as he blinked and the question repeated
in his head. Feel? He felt fine, why wouldn't he feel alright?
"Sensei, I'm confused. What's going on?" The pink-haired teen asked, as the
younger blinked.
"You don't remember?"
"Remember what?" Shima demanded, his tone bordering irritation. "What's going
on?"
A small smile appeared on the brunette's face, as he sat up and pulled the
sheets off the older's legs. His teacher giving him a cautious side-glance,
before he set a hand on his thigh. The cold contact from his teacher's freezing
fingers making him jump, as he bolted up right and backed up till his back hit
the headboard.
"Sensei, your hands are freezing!" Shima whined, as he tried to warm up the
spot his teacher touched. "Besides, that borders sexual harassment! If someone
else saw-"
In the next instant, the older looked down at his legs and felt his heart skip
a few beats. The pink-haired teen gently brushing his fingers against the skin,
as the pressure registered in his mind and the teen instantly felt tears come
to his eyes. The older lifting his head to look at his teacher, before the
brunette sat closer to him and supped his cheeks. A happy and sincere look in
his eyes, before he gently kissed the exwire.
"I love you, Shima."
And that's when it all came back to him.
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Blue Exorcist and it's characters do not belong to me.  These characters belong
to Kazue Kato.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Sick At Heart Continued…
Day 8, Thursday
6:25 pm
"What took you guys so long?" Yukio demanded, as the three of them finally
reached the brunette.
"We made a wrong turn." Was Rin's pathetic excuse, as the younger twin frowned
and pushed the door open for the four of them.
"Hurry up and bring Shima in here." Yukio quickly ordered, as the trio quickly
rushed into the room.
The first thing the pink-haired teen saw was the white walls and the white bed.
The curtains to the windows open and the Headmaster of True Cross and a younger
demon looking at him in slight surprise.
"Headmaster, Shima has been infected with a demonic virus." Yukio spoke up, as
the pink-haired teen watched his teacher. "It seems Amaimon didn't get enough
enjoyment out of his game with Nii-san two weeks ago."
"What kind of virus?" The younger demon beside their Headmaster asked.
"It's slowly shutting down his body." Bon spoke, as the pink-haried teen rubbed
his side. "It started with his legs and it's slowly working it's way up to his
heart. Once it attacks the heart-"
"The human will die." The demon spoke, as he looked at the pink-haired teen.
"Shima-kun, was it?"
In response the teen carefully nodded and the young demon happily walked over
to him with a slight skip to his step.
"Would you be offended if I look at the virus?" A shake of the head and the
young demon kneeled down in front of him. The male gently lifting up his shirt
o reveal the black markings underneath, before he pouted slightly and gently
touched the skin. A pang of pain rushing through the teen's body, as he bit
back a gasp and the demon watched his reaction. The male instantly on his feet,
as he quickly turned on his heel and looked at the Headmaster. "Mephy, Shima-
kun only has a total of thirty six point three five hours till he dies. Amaimon
had the only antidote on Japanese soil and by the time we either get another
here or make a new one it will be too late. What should we do?"
At the male's statement, the pink-haired teen's teacher quickly withdrew his
guns and headed for the door. Rin the first to get there, as he blocked his
younger brother's path and easily returned the glare he got.
"Nii-san, move." Yukio spoke in a dangerous tone, as the male demon standing in
front of the pink-haired teen watched with an amused look on his face.
"Where do you think you're going, Yukio?" Rin demanded.
"I'm going after Amaimon."
"What for?"
"To get Shima the antidote he needs."
"And how are you gong o do that?" Rin challenged, as he crossed his arms over
his chest. "You can't fight with him at hand to hand combat. He'll kill you."
"Do you have a better idea?" Yukio demanded, as he got up in his brother's
face. "Shima doesn't have much time left! We don't have the luxury to stand
here while he's suffering!"
"Then why don't you tell him how you really feel, Yuki-chan?" The male demon
spoke, as the entire room looked at the overexcited demon. "You do realize
there is more than one cure, don't you?"
"No."
"Awwww! Come on, think reeeaaaalllllyy hard!" The demon spoke, as he
exaggerated the 'really'.
"I don't have time for this!" Yukio yelled, before he pushed his older brother
out of the way and bolted down the highway.
"Yukio, wait up!" Rin yelled, as Bon tossed him his sword and ran after his
younger brother.
The room going silent, as the pink-haired teen found himself unable to take his
eyes off the doorway. The teen wishing more than anything that h had his legs
back, so he could run after his teacher and stop him. To convince him he was
throwing his life away for nothing and that nothing would come out of it. It
was already too late for him anyway. There was no way his teacher could get the
antidote to him in time. Amaimon was too strong for the twins.
"Griffin, I told you not to tease him." Mephisto spoke, as the male demon
blushed and toed at the floor. "They're going to make a mess of your playground
and I'm not getting it fixed up after it's over."
"But Mephy, that's not fair!" Griffin whined, as he let out a huff and pouted.
"What good is a playground if no one plays with it?"
"You know what I mean, my little angel."
A smile spread across the male's face, before he ran over to the Headmaster and
tackled him into a hug. The demon instantly being engulfed in the Headmaster's
arms, as Griffin giggled and cuddled into his chest.
"Besides, Yuki-chan needs to learn the most important rule in life."
"And what would that be?"
"You have to fight for love."
In the seconds after the world seemed to run in slow motion for the pink-haired
teen. Love? Yukio loved him. Is that why he went after Amaimon? Why he cared
for him, stayed with him during his sickest hours? Through the pain and agony?
He was in love, with him.
"Shima?"
The said teen quickly snapped back to reality, just as a tear fell off his
cheek and onto the blanket in his lap. A searing pain attacking his side, as he
let out a harsh gasp an Griffin's head whipped in his direction. A look of pure
worry in Bon's gaze, as he quickly pulled his shirt up to reveal the back
markings slowly winding up his side and darkening.
"Get him on the bed!" Griffin yelled, as Bon jumped slightly and quickly picked
up the older.
The pain immediately flaring, as he let out a cry in pain and was set on the
bed. His tears of happiness now of pain, as Griffin quickly rushed over to his
side an examined the virus. His best friend trying to calm him down with words
that never reached him, as the pain rose and a scream tore through the room.
The other three in the room instantly covering their ears, as Griffin struggled
to keep himself standing.
"Mephy, close the door and put a silencing enchantment on it!" Griffin all but
screamed over him, as he cast his own enchantment on himself. "Shima, you need
to try and calm down! Something triggered the virus to speed up!"
"I-I can-!" Another scream of pain stopped the exwire's answer in his tracks,
as the Headmaster cast a quick enchantment on himself and Bon.
"Then we have to do this the hard way!" Griffin yelled, as he placed a hand on
the rapidly spreading virus and took a deep breath.
The demon's mouth opening the next moment, as the most beautiful melody the
teen had ever heard reached his ears and the pain came to a crashing halt. The
beautiful notes filling the room, as both him and Bon looked at the hyperactive
demon in pure shock and Mephisto released the enchantments on everyone.
"This is Griffin's ability." Mephisto spoke, before either one of them asked,
as Shima looked at the marks still weaving up his body in confusion. "With a
few simple notes he can cause different affects such as paralysis, sleep,
immobility, and pain. There is also a flipside to the coin as well. He can heal
the same effects he can cause. We call it Lullaby and right now it's our only
chance to keep your body from giving out from under the pain."
"Doesn't that take a lot of energy though?" Bon asked, as the Headmaster
nodded.
"It takes a considerable amount, but it's the only choice we have. Without the
younger Okumura brother here, we're under a huge bind. All we can hope for is
that they'll pull through in time."
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8:52 pm
"How much longer are they going to take?" Bon growled in frustration, as the
pink-haired teen's best friend stood up and messed up his hair. "It's been
almost three hours!"
"They're probably still fighting Amaimon." Shima spoke, as he watched his best
friend pace around the room.
"Well, they should've been back by now." Bon growled, as he slumped against the
wall. "Your condition is speeding up and you've already lost feeling in over
half of your body. Who knows what'll go next!"
Another growl of frustration left the teen's best friend, as he angrily kicked
the wall and started mumbling to himself. An obvious look of worry on the
teen's face, as he tried to calm himself down and miserably failed. If
anything, Shima could tell Bon was worried about Rin. The last time the demon
had fought Amaimon he was taken way by the Order., so it became obvious that
was what he was thinking. The two of them had barely been separated at all in
the past two weeks and Shima felt horrible about it. It was all because of
Amaimon's came, that he had been forced into, that was making everyone around
him suffer. Even Griffin was at the end of his ropes. The melody of the Lullaby
was getting quitter and the effects were slowly wearing off. Even now the pink-
haired teen could feel a dull pain somewhere near his ribcage.
"Griffin!"
A sudden thud echoed through the room, as the Headmaster rushed over to the
younger's side and lifted him into his arms. His body limp in his arms, as his
breathing came out in harsh pants and his eyes stayed closed. It only taking
seconds after for the pain to sear up and catch the pink-haired teen by
surprise. A sudden scream tearing through the room, before the door slammed
open and both Yukio and Rin came rushing in. The two of them covered in blood
and their clothes torn, as Rin quickly shut the door and was the first to cover
his ears. The older's tears coming back full force, as the sound of footsteps
rushed over to him and a hand was placed on his cheek.
"Shima, it's alright! I'm here!" Yukio's voice yelled over him, as he grabbed
the teen's hand. "I've got the antidote! You're going to be okay!"
"S-Sen-se-"
Another scream tore through the room, as Yukio let out a curse and Rin was
suddenly beside the younger brother. The demon grabbing a hold of the pink-
haired teen's arm, as he held it down and yelled something at his brother. A
nod coming from the younger, before he moved out of the teen's field of vision
and something was shoved into his arm. Whatever the pain he felt from it
immediately being washed away, as the pain in his chest flared and the teen let
out an ear splitting scream of pain. His teacher immediately coming back into
his line of vision, as he cupped the teen's cheeks and Rin kept his rooted to
the bed.
"Shima, it's alright! I used the antidote! Everything is going to be-!"
"It's too late."
The whole room went dead silent, as harsh pants left the exwire and everyone's
eyes were on Griffin. Who was barely conscious.
"The virus has spread too far. The antidote won't be able to reach his heart in
time to save him."
"Y-you're lying." Yukio stuttered, as he stared at the male. "I got the
antidote! Shima will be-"
"Shima will die." Griffin spoke, as the younger fell dead silent. "You were too
late. The antidote only works if it can reach his heart in time, but it won't
now. He'll be dead long before then."
Deathly silence filled the room, as Rin collapsed into the arms of his
boyfriend and let out a string of curses. Tears rolling down his already dirt
and blood covered face, as he buried his face into the brunette n' blonde's
chest and utterly lost it. Bon immediately wrapping his arms around the teen,
as he buried his face into the younger's hair and tried to hold back the pained
look on his face. His teacher's face hidden from view, as he suddenly sat on
the bed and his head hit the older's chest. The barely feel able contact making
the older flinch, as he shakily reached a hand out and placed it on top of his
teacher's head.
"S-Sen-s-sei?"
"I-I'm so sorry, Shima." Yukio spoke, his voice shaken beyond repair. "I-
I tried s-so hard, and in the end I was w-worthless. I d-didn't want it to end
l-like th-this. I w-wanted to save you, so I could see you s-smile one more
time."
A pang of a different kind of pain ran through the teen, as he brushed the hair
out of his teacher's face and had the younger look at him. His teacher's eyes
widening, as he stared at the smile on the dying teen's face.
"A-all S-Sen-s-sei h-had to do w-was a-ask." Shima shakily forced out, as Yukio
sat up and cupped the teen's cheeks. "Y-you k-know I l-love y-you. N-nothing w-
will stop me f-from m-making you h-happy. I l-love y-you, and I a-always w-
will. E-even a-after I'm g-gone."
"N-no." Yukio spoke, as he shook his head furiously. "N-no, you c-can't leave
me! D-don't leave me a-all alone!"
"S-sen-s-sei is n-never alone." With a very shaky hand, the exwire lifted his
hand up and placed it over his teacher's heart. "I-I'll a-always be r-right
here. I'll n-never l-leave you."
"No!" In an instant the pink-haired teen was wrapped in his teacher's arms, as
tears rolled down his face and soaked the teen's neck. "Y-you can't leave me!
Y-you c-can't b-because- BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"
In an instant a sudden pink glow filled the room and everyone looked toward the
bed. Yukio hesitantly lifting his head up to reveal a soft pink glow covering
the exwire's body. A delicate and intricate pattern shinning under the teen's
clothes, as the light slowly lifted up and phased through his clothing. The
pink light turning into little cherry blossom petals, before they floated up
toward the ceiling and exploded into pink dust. The little tiny pits of light
falling like snow, as the brunette hesitantly looked at him and Shima gave him
a teary smile.
"I knew you could do it, Sensei."
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Friday, Day ?
2:43 pm
"Oh god." Shima sobbed, as he tightly wrapped his arms around his teacher. "I-
It's over. I'm a-alive."
"Yes you are." Yukio whispered, as he pulled the older teen toward him and had
him sit in his lap. "You're alive, and I couldn't ask for anything more."
A small breathy chuckle left the pink-haired teen, as he buried his face into
his teacher's neck and felt the younger wrapping his arms around him. The teen
finally where he was meant to be, after the past week of torture. In the arms
of his crush, his teacher, and the one he loved; and for once in his live, the
one who loved him back. And all it took was one little painful game.
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***** Epilogue *****
Epilogue 
Boots clattered against the sidewalk, as a lollypop wrapper hit the cement and
the male pulled out his wallet. A definite frown marring his blood stained
face, as he noted the little money he was carrying and shoved it back in his
pocket. The demon easily ignoring the pain that came with it, as he rubbed his
burned shoulder and yanked out the bullet. The metal hitting the cement the
next moment, as he headed down a random street in the haphazardly city he had
picked and ignored the frustrated feeling deep down into his gut.
He had lost a battle to none other than his little twin brothers. Who thought
it was perfectly fine to defy him and his game, his one source of
entertainment. And once more, he couldn't even enjoy the ending to his little
game. For the fear of his own life here in Assiah he had run away like a dog
with its tail between it's legs. Completely and utterly pathetic, but no matter
what he'd find a way. He'd just have to find a new target, a new victim to rip
to shreds and leave out for the ghouls. Then he'd feel better…until the urge
came again. Then the cycle would start again, sending him into a never-ending
pit of pain and anguish.
"Brother-"
The male's sentence was cut off, as he turned around and found nothing there.
The streets dark and the air deafening, as the demon let out a growl and headed
down the sidewalk. The male barely aware of his Hobgoblin companion, Behemoth,
cautiously following behind him as he shoved the door open to a rundown hotel
open and put half of what he had left on the counter with a harsh smack. The
rotting wood cracking under the pressure of his palm, as the guy behind the
counter quickly gave him the key and ducked under the rotting piece of crap.
The demon not even speaking a word, as he walked up the two flights of steps
and used the damned key to open the door. The door being slammed behind him, as
he walked to the bed and laid back on it. The flat rock hard mattress digging
into his wound, as he pulled out another bullet and chuckled it at the opposite
wall. The Earth King rolling around the past events in his head, before he
finally came to a decision on his future course of actions. The metal bullet
hitting the wall and burning a hole right through it, before the demon spoke
his thoughts allowed.
"I guess it's time to start a new life."
 
                                    THE END
                 To be continued in An Angel at Gehenna's Gate
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