|Out of My Hands
Author: Sketched Ink PM
Rin is your everyday average high school student/Exorcist in training, until he encounters a minor problem in the form of our lovable clown practically stalking him. And to make matters worse Rin seems to be failing his exorsist class, when Mephisto offers to help in the form of getting him a tutor, will things turn out as expected? MephistoXRin BOYS LOVE!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Mephisto P. & Rin O. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,454 - Reviews: 27 - Favs: 29 - Follows: 41 - Updated: 08-16-12 - Published: 08-13-12 - id: 8425072
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Sooo, Hi! I really know I should be working on After Effects, but my muse has gone and decided to absorb itself into blue exorcist and the absolute hotness that is Rin ;3 and here we are!
The plot (duh duh duh):
Rin is your everyday average high school student, except he goes to exorcist cram school in his spare time, which his younger brother teaches him, until he encounters a minor problem in the form of our lovable clown. And to make matters worse Rin seems to be somehow getting a unquenchable desire for his teasing principle. Is Mephisto simply just teasing him, or is it something more?
Ok, just to make matters clear, THIS IS YAOI, and although this fic is T now, it may just go up to M later, depending on you lot, the readers ;)
Warning! BoyXboy relationships later on, demon-love, And the semi- incest, well, it just makes it cuter :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Exorcist in any shape or form :'(
I could feel his eyes on me again, no matter what I did to distract myself, it didn't change the fact that not two feet away from me, a little white dog was perching happily on the other end of my desk, pretending to be completely absorbed in the lesson of ancient Exorcism Yunokawa-sensei was giving. I swung on my chair and looked away from him, I was certain I could feel his little beady eyes staring at me, but when I spun round to confront him, he was merely looking innocently at Teach. It was more than enough to drive me insane.
Mephisto had been following me and doing this in every lesson I'd been to for the past two weeks, and I was millimetres away from my breaking point. It took every ounce of my willpower not to do a dramatic hand gesture and send my Guardian and principle flying. The only things stopping me was the looks of horror I would get from my classmates, and the fact that Mephisto would only just ignore me for a bit (whilst still following me) then explain to me with a hurt expression on his face later on that he was following me for the simple reasons that I was a liability, and could not be trusted. The asshole.
I ran a hand irritably through my mop of black hair, as I was dragged out of my train of thought by Mephisto lightly scratching my arm with his claws. I lowered my head by pretending to lean my hands to my temples, still swinging.
"What?", I muttered, daring to glance sideways at the clown, Mephisto deftly scooted closer, and tapped a well-manicured claw on the front of my unopened exercise book.
"You do know you're grades are the lowest in the entire class, right?" He whispered casually. I almost toppled off the back of my chair, before grabbing the front of my desk and lunging forward so I was inches away from his little black nose. "You're kidding right? There's gotta be someone worse than me! What about Sheimi? She joined later than me right? How are her grades!?" Mephisto glanced away from me dramatically, "Sorry, teacher-student confidentiality", He said with a sad stage face on, I knew he was messing with me; he's always messing with me. "Anyway", Mephisto said sternly, "it doesn't change the fact that you're behind in grades, and at this rate, you won't pass the test for the next level of Exorcism". A cold shiver ran up my spine, if I didn't pass this, I'd be a laughing stock, not to mention how disappointed Yukio would be, I could just hear him now, a disapproving image of Yukio's face swam in my mind's eye, Imagine how disappointed father would be, it sighed. More importantly, my reputation!
Before I lost myself down that doomed path, I dragged myself back to the lesson playing out in front of me, "how the hell am I gonna get better in time then? There's got to be a way right?" I hissed at the dog, he shrugged and took a long look round the room at my classmates, "I suppose I could get you a tutor", he mused. Relief washed over me and I let go of the desk I didn't know I was grabbing. "great, yeah, that would be perfect", I breathed, smiling down at Mephisto, "Shall we say tonight at 8 and every two days? The lesson will be held in room 105" he said. I fully relaxed and nodded my consent.
"105...105...", I stumbled round Cross Academy looking for the damned room. Considering there were at least a couple of thousand rooms in the school, this was no simple feat. Glancing down at my cell told me I had ten minutes to find the room and meet my tutor. That was the one this that I forgot to ask Mephisto, who would actually be tutoring me. It couldn't be Yukio, he was reading manga when I left, so I let my mind wander through the puzzle that was my new tutor.
Finally finding the '100's I scanned up the corridor before my eyes fell on the number 105. Taking a deep breath, I put my hand on my sword, slapped on a grin and walked confidently into the room.
My jaw hit the floor.
This was not happening, this was so not happening.
No fluff yet, my dear readers, but I have to let the relationship build! Is my style ok? Should i switch POV's? Mistakes?
Then review! Please give me feedback, its what lights the little flame of muse in my heart