niteo_nix | 015 . : Okumura Yukio [MEMORY/ACTION]

Sensei!

[A girl in a traditional kimono with short-cropped blond hair hurries down the stairs toward Yukio. He's a brand new exorcist and younger than Nesreca residents have ever seen him, perhaps thirteen, but aside from a rounder face and larger glasses? He looks very much the same. The girl stops in front of Yukio and thrusts a hand out toward him. She's holding a four leaf clover.]

It's a charm. Be careful at work, okay?

[Yukio flushes and awkwardly accepts the gift, offering his thanks before casting a glance to one side. Standing further down the staircase is a man some residents might recognize as Fujimoto Shiro, Yukio's adoptive father. The old man is wearing a knowing grin, and the young exorcist immediately begins to fluster.]

Agh! Um... Calling me "Sensei" is weird, so call me something more casual. For example...

Yuki-chan! [The girl throws out her choice quickly, blushing as well, but continuing on with no shame.] How about "Yuki-chan"?

[Yukio scrubs at the back of his head with one hand, a reluctant little smile creeping onto his face.]

Um... It's cute, and really... great.

[The memory shifts in location and tone. Yukio (now two years older) is sitting on the edge of a fairly lush canopy bed, but it's obvious in his expression and posture that he's not there to relax. There are several teenagers his age seated on ottomans around him (including one who is obviously an older version of the blond girl from the first memory), all of them wearing expressions of confusion, some even tinged with fear. They're looking to Yukio like students to a teacher... which, of course, he is, at least to them.

Age means very little when you've proved yourself time and time again the way Yukio has, and when he speaks it's with the practiced, formal tone an instructor would use.]

Okumura-kun, or rather... Okumura Rin was born fifteen years ago to a human woman and a host who was possessed by Satan. Nii-san has the blue flames of Satan.

[The shock of that revelation is obvious on the faces of his small audience, and one bespectacled boy with a shaven head speaks up hesitantly.]

But aren't you... his twin brother?

[Yukio nods minutely, shoulders hunched and his hands clasped in front of him.]

I didn't inherit the flames. I undergo medical examinations every day, but for some reason I'm normal.

[The feed cuts abruptly.]

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[The first memory is a mostly happy one for Yukio. One he hasn't looked back on in some time, but whatever peace his first meeting with Shiemi brought him was dashed by the revelations of memory number two. It's a secret he's been keeping from the residents of Nesreca since day one. No, he doesn't carry the same flames that his brother once did. He's not a threat, but how do you explain that you're biologically the son of Satan?

He's done it once before already, and he never wanted to have to do it here.

Following the airing of his memories Yukio retreats to the armory on the second floor. There's always cleaning and reorganizing to do, after all, but he leaves the door open and his PDA on. If anyone has questions, they deserve answers, but he's hoping everyone will be as accepting of this new information as they always were of Rin's flames.]

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[Mostly, it's quiet--until Raven closes the armory door. Standing quietly, her back to it--almost like she doesn't want to intrude, but if she didn't--why is she here.]

Hi...Um... Can...you make sure your PDA stays off? I...wanted to talk.

[She is not quite fidgety. His memory likely was unpleasant for him to relive...but in some ways, Raven was hoping they could help each other, given what it had revealed. Especially since she hadn't been targeted by the memory-show yet.]

[Yukio starts a little at the sound of the door closing, but relaxes when he sees Raven. He wasn't expecting any visitors so soon, but reaches over to switch off his PDA at her request. She seems off, and he can only hope that it's not because of him.

Unlikely, but a guy can hope.]

Is something wrong, Raven-san?

[Well...it's...not exactly because of him, so take heart?]

First...I won't judge. I can't. I'll...explain why, in a moment.

[It's rushed, but sincere, so hopefully that'll help put some of his fears to rest.]

I want to be sure, because the worlds are sometimes different in their structures. The "satan" you guys refer to is the big bad of Abrahamic traditions, aka the source of all evil, right?

[Oh yes, she's definitely rattled--she's being a bit cold, without really meaning to.]

[He still seems just a bit wary, but that comes with the topic. Even so, he delivers his explanation calmly, treating it like he would a lecture in one of his classes. That sort of clinical detachment makes the topic feel easier to discuss.]

That is how most people from my world would know of him, yes. In actuality Satan is the king of Gehenna, a demon dimension that mirrors Assiah, our world.

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[It sounds close enough...which is what Raven wanted. She's familiar enough with many different mythos.]

I'm...sorry to make this so awkward.

[It's breathed out, and the inflection is sincere, as she really is. And she's worried herself, but Yukio will understand...he has to.]

I'm like you and Rin. In...that respect.

[Sinking down, still leaning on the door, kind of curling up on herself.]

My...father, is a demon known as Trigon...but usually he's referred to by a pseudonym, Scath. He's...feared across the galaxy and dimensions.

[Yeah...not...easy to talk about at all.]

He's...why my mother, Arella, fled to Azarath, where I was born. They could help teach me, so I wouldn't turn out like him.

[Yukio listens quietly as she explains, eyes widening just a bit as he realizes what he's being told. Different demons, different worlds, but very, very similar situations.

He stands when she finishes, moving to perch on a box nearer to Raven and the door. If she looks up she'll see that he's smiling softly.]

... It seems we have a lot in common.

[Have a very faint smile--kinship--in return, before it falters again.]

Part of why...I have to stay so calm. I have to keep myself in control, as my emotions fuel my powers...and my powers...come from the half that is his.

[There's a sigh. At least the initial difficulty is over with.]

Being here...is a mixed blessing. Aside from hallucinations--I've felt or seen nothing that indicates he can touch me here...and that's good!

[Quite a bit of vehemence on that statement, more than normal.]

I...wanted you to know, you aren't alone though. Beyond just having friends here. I...get it.

[He nods.] Rin's situation was similar. I'm fortunate in that respect...

[And as far as Satan coming to this world goes, well... not once since Yukio arrived has he seen anything like a demon aside from Libitina. If Satan can't cross into Assiah, then he certainly won't be able to find his way to Nesreca... wherever Nesreca really is.]

Thank you for telling me, Raven-san. I can't say how much I appreciate it.

[Have another, very very faint smile. This hadn't been easy, but...he knew now. It hopefully would help them both.]

Promise me one thing, Okumura-san...

[And back to solemn again.]

If I EVER become his creature...kill me. You won't hesitate, and you can. So...please do.

[Now it's Yukio's turn to shift to solemn, eyebrows furrowing a bit. Killing demons that step out of line is what he's done since since before he hit double digits, but it's different when you put a familiar face on the target.]

If the worst were to happen and there was no other choice... I promise.

[Despite the solemn topic, have a genuine, real, relieved smile. It's kind of amazing what Raven looks like when she smiles. There is a very grateful breathed out "Thank you..." as well. Then a few minutes of quiet, before they speak again.]

I imagine it wasn't easy to go through that, but Rin is lucky to have your support. I also hope you had good friends to support YOU through that ordeal.

[It takes some effort to keep the guilt from showing on his face. Rin didn't always have as much of Yukio's support as he should have... but he always had his protection, at least. As much as he could give.

Yukio just nods. He does have some good friends... that he tends to hold at arm's length.]

[There is little Lavi feels that he could do or say to make the second memory a little easier to have laid bare before their eyes. Instead he does as he has for everyone else that he cannot find the words for.

He leaves something.

It won't be anything of comfort, but it's the medical cabinet he's refinished so that it has drawers behind the glass door, there's a lock on the door itself. Painted in a cheery blue. Though there might also...be an up to date medical book in Japanese, hard to find and harder to procure.

Lavi didn't take him for one to read for pleasure.

But still, he'll find inside: Man is his own star and the soul that can render an honest and perfect man commands all light, all influence, all fate. —John Fletcher (1579 - 1625)]

[Yukio does read for pleasure... if manga counts, though that would be pretty much impossible to get a hold of in Credinta.

The cabinet will be useful, and the book even more so. He's been away from his real work for so long that sometimes it's easy for things to slip here and there. He comes from a time ten years ahead of where they are now, so some things in the book might feel just a little dated, but to be honest? It's enough just to open it up and see his native language. The fact that it's a useful book is a bonus.

Lavi will receive a text after Yukio discovers those special somethings.]

Thank you, Lavi-san. For your gifts and support.

[Not to mention Lavi has no idea about it. Or comics in general.

He tries hard to make things better here. He has no idea if it helps a lot or a little but he knows that it does. And that means the most to him, to be able to help. ~~Mostly because Allen isn't here to do it.~~

Anyway, it's the least he can do after all the help Yukio has given him.]

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