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Rin Okumura, a demon child. At least, that was what he was always told. When you're put down as much he was, you start to give in and believe those words. You learn to stop fighting the rumors, and eventually you learn to start acting as if they were true.
That's how Rin Okumura found himself being slammed into a fence by some pasty dude who desperately needed a bar of soap. "Wow, Reiji, I just realized how great dog shit smells compared to you." Oops. He probably shouldn't have said that. To hell with them all, though, he knew his life was probably going to end up being cut short, why not speed the inevitable along? Maybe he'll get lucky and this dude'll pull a knife on him, gut him clean and quick, and finally put him out of his misery.
After being slammed into the fence once more, Rin realized his fantasies were all for naught. "Listen here and listen well, ya demon. I'm gonna be the one to knock some sense into ya, and then my buddies'll come along and finish of the job. Feeling so cocky now, ya damn freak?"
Despite all reason, he allowed for a low chuckle to rumble throughout his body. "Actually, now I really am sure of myself now. After all, this just means you're too weak to do so yourself." With those words, the raven's knee flew up to Reiji's soprano spot, and rammed his elbow into his cheek when the other went to shield his dick. "Now why don't you go and tell your buddies that this freak doesn't have time to deal with amateurs such as yourself." After another brief, but very much painful, punch, the young male turned and headed home.
Ryuji "Bon" Suguro, child of the cursed temple. He refused to believe those words, he was determined to bring his temple back to its former glory. That's why he wanted to be an exorcist. As far as he was concerned, you ignore the hateful words, and fight to be better than those who produce such words. Once you do that, it's only natural you are seen as a star child by many others, even if they do still believe you are unfortunate because of your heritage.
Ryuji was walking down the streets of Kyoto, being trailed by his childhood friends, Renzou Shima and Nemu Konekomura. The two boys behind him were chatting cheerfully, and Ryuji didn't even need to tune in to know what the discussion was about. Soulmates. It's said when you enter the next stage of your life after junior high, you start to feel the pain your soulmate endures. Everyone else has seemed genuinely excited about it since they were children, but the bicolored haired teen just didn't get what was so awesome about it all. Really, what was so great about experiencing someone else's pain along with your own?
"Yo, Bon! So, we technically entered our next stage of life. When do you think it will come? I hope it's soon! I can't wait to meet the hot babe that is destined to be mine!" The rosette went on blabbering, while Konekomura tried to tone it down some.
"Shima, stop! You know how much Bon hates this soulmate talk!" The bald and bespectacled teen turned towards aforementioned teen, apologizing for Shima's behavior.
Ryuji let out a disgruntled sigh at the two's foolish behavior. He wasn't ready to admit, though, that he was also interested in when the effects would kick in. "No, it's fine. The pervert can't help but be all ogling, even if he is a monk." At the last bit of his statement, the elder shot a withering glare towards Shima, who, in turn, began to slink back slightly.
They continued their walk, although in silence now, when Ryuji stopped abruptly. He dropped everything and began clawing desperately at his head. What the hell was happening to him?
He sat down, and while Shima and Konekomura tried to get him to talk about what was happening, he heard another voice. What it said chilled him to his bones. A worthless fuckin' demon . He was staring blankly at the ground, trying to process what was happening, when a blinding pain shot up his arm. He desperately grabbed at his arm, and saw scars being made. That's when it all clicked for him. "Oh, shit…" was all he managed to get out.
He fell into an inky black darkness, only hearing those words in his head and his friends desperately calling his name.