Reverend Fujimoto

“Oh, it’s already the eleventh…” Whoops, looks like someone forgot about...

Sat, 11 May 2013 12:35:00 +0200

“Oh, it’s already the eleventh…” Whoops, looks like someone forgot about their own birthday.

Thanks a lot, all of you! I’ll definitely keep the...

Sat, 11 May 2013 12:27:16 +0200

Thanks a lot, all of you! I’ll definitely keep the account, I love rereading old rp-s, too xD so I doubt I would actually delete it like, ever

so I guess this counts as a semi-hiatus? I’ll get on here if I have replies I feel like writing but not really starting new things for now?

also Rae you’re one of the three people that always kick my muse awake no matter what so if you replied I’d definitely be active again lmfaoo (but I didn’t mean to pressure you!! there’s no hurry, we have stuff going on with Shiemi too :3)

I currently have 10 ongoing threads on this account, and only 1 bothers to reply to me at...

Sat, 11 May 2013 03:55:14 +0200

I currently have 10 ongoing threads on this account, and only 1 bothers to reply to me at all.

Keep muse / delete ?

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Fri, 03 May 2013 18:43:55 +0200

fem-rin-okumura:

“Oh, shut uuuup, I haven’t gone there for a while!”

She can’t remember the last time she went to that restaurant, actually - it’s not like the monastery can afford to go there every other week or something. And she was young at the time! Huff.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Mumble. No she doesn’t - though the route looks very familiar, now that she’s really thinking about it. Maybe she would’ve protested to the hand-holding before the incident, saying how she’s a grown up and not a child anymore - but for the time being, she’s more than okay with complying,

She wasn’t that young, but Shirou is going to let this one slide. After all, Rin has been through a huge load of things since last time, even if it hasn’t been that long of a period. He merely shrugs his shoulders, offering another smile to his daughter — he’s completely aware of the fact that she still doesn’t know for sure where they are going, but thankfully, the Reverend remembers, so it’s no problem at all ~~only good teasing material~~.

They enter the place in silence, but that silence doesn’t last long — for no sooner than three seconds later, they are already greeted by one of the older waitresses, one that’s been here for a good long time. She beams at them both, recognizing them in an instant, and going off on a tangent of how much Rin has grown in the meantime, and how she thought they’ve forgotten this place, as she leads them to a free table, and then finally pulls out her pen and tiny notebook to take their order. Of course, this is mainly a sukiyaki place, but there are a few other dishes as well, not to mention sukiyaki can entail a wide variety of ingredients. Shirou flashes her one of his most disarming smiles as he offers a general beef broth, then turns to his daughter. “You?”

survey all those open miles, and line them up in single file.

Fri, 03 May 2013 18:37:29 +0200

thedragoonawakened:

When Tousan squeezed his shoulder, Yukio looked up, the frown deepening a bit as he listened to his father’s words.

He knew the connection meant something. However, as much comfort as he took from it now, he couldn’t help but worry about what would happen later. If…when the bond broke, it would hurt, probably a lot, and he couldn’t help dreading that pain.

Before he could cycle through those thoughts again, he was engulfed in another hug from his father. He nearly gasped from how unexpected the force of it was. He usually tried not to dwell on how the aftermath of the possession had weakened his father, even though he felt it each time he was pulled into Tousan’s embrace. The strength of the current embrace hearkened back to when he was young, when his father’s hug could force the wind out of him even as it comforted him.

Yukio wrapped his arms around his father and returned the embrace with equal force. For once he didn’t have to hold back and he savored it, just as he savored the words Tousan was saying.

“I don’t think there are human words to describe it. It’s just there, and it’s wonderful. It’s why I welcomed it as soon as I felt it forming.” He closed his eyes a moment, relishing the feeling. “I wouldn’t want to make it go away.”

He pulled back just a bit so he could see his father’s eyes, again marveling at how similar they were to his own.

“It’s strange. I know some would be appalled at me for saying this, but even though it is something demonic, I can’t help but see that connection as a blessing. I am linked to my dearest family in a way that humans can’t quite comprehend, and I’m deeply thankful for the opportunity.”

Even as he said those words, Yukio felt some of his earlier trepidation fade. No matter what happened in the future, right now he had a chance to share something unique with his father, something which he wouldn’t have been able to do without the spell Tousan was under.

Shirou allowed himself a smile. The boy was stubborn, but he had sense, and he listened to his father ~~most of the time~~. He was glad that now was one of those times. He enjoyed the hug he was receiving back just as much as his son was enjoying the contact, and when they finally let go of each other, and the Reverend leaned against the counter again, listening to his son’s words, they only made his smile widen.

“Yukio, you spend way too much time grieving the things you have lost,” he finally said quietly. He didn’t want to break the mood, as Yukio finally seemed happier about it all, instead of ashamed, which was certainly an improvement, but still this was something he had to say, and he could only hope the boy would understand it to its fullest meaning. “Even if you lose something, you should be grateful for having had it in the first place. Lost happiness is still better than happiness never known, is it not? I certainly wouldn’t live my entire life numb, protecting myself from possible pain with the cost of never allowing myself to savour happiness. Just enjoy it while it lasts, and be sure to remember what it was like, later, when it’s gone — then you won’t be unhappy.”

The smile still stayed, unmoving. He understood each of the words Yukio said; since they were similar now, he could feel instinctually the things the boy was talking about; he felt the same bond to his son, and truly, even if it made him a heathen in the eyes of bigot Christians, he couldn’t help but agree with Yukio when he said it had to be a blessing.

He’d never stopped counting them.

{More aoex scarves~}

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 19:13:00 +0200

Made to link the people I RP with the most~

Still for personal use only, but I’ll gladly make more if someone wants me to :3 (These are a little thicker, 30px wide instead of the usual 25, but the icons would have looked so tiny otherwise… o well.)

EDIT: Okay, on second thought, aside from the fact that I used these people’s icons to make the scarves, they’re pretty generic, so feel free to use any of them; no credit necessary either.

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Fri, 19 Apr 2013 22:21:47 +0200

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"You're on fire!!!" Wait for it, wait for iiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. "April Fool's Day!" Then she snickered. "But no really, your sleeves are now on fire." Incendiu, you little shit.

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 17:18:56 +0200

_{{fuck I completely forgot I had this sitting in my inbox wehh}}

“What the hell!!! I’m going to pour holy water on you, you little—” Ehm. Cough. A reverend does not swear. ~~Not usually.~~

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Sat, 13 Apr 2013 17:46:51 +0200

fem-rin-okumura:

She simply allows the hair messing, not doing much about it other than shaking her head slightly when she lets go of him, hearing his question and looking at him sheepishly.

“No?” Okay, so maybe she doesn’t know where they’re going, but hey, she stopped before leading them to some place and getting lost, right? Hmph. “I ain’t an idiot! ‘Least I’m not a forgetful old man~!”

Though she allows him to take her hand, holding onto his loosely as she follows after him, the direction looking fairly familiar yet still somewhat forgotten in the back of her mind. (It’s not as though they got to go out for sukiyaki very often, anyways.)

“No, you’re definitely not,” Shirou has to agree with that. “You’re a forgetful young brat,” he adds, and before Rin could even respond, he lets out a loud bark of laughter at her expense. He might have forgotten what they’d originally wanted, but she is the one who doesn’t even remember where anything is in the district she’s spent her entire childhood growing up in!

“Straight ahead, dummy,” and, letting go of her hand, instead he gives her a gentle shove at the small of her back, prompting her to begin walking again. True enough, they didn’t use to go out eating all that often back then — but, whenever they did, Rin almost always managed to convince them to go to that one place, the one that had that magnificent sukiyaki she wanted to get ahold of the recipe of. How can she not remember the place now? Shirou is pretty sure they remember her there, at least.

fujimotoshinpu~*

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 17:42:18 +0200

little-demon-rin:

The younger boy, when he was put down felt a little bit better, well actually a whole lot better. There was a lot that happened and it seemed like it had more of an impact on him than he thought it would. But it was all calming down now, and he hoped that it would stay like this— Even for a little bit.

“I don’t think it’s really too much..” Rin said, smiling still at the other, “I mean, Yukio’s going to eat, and everyone else, and I’m really hungry.” And the boy put a little bit of emphasis on the ‘really’ when he was talking about himself of course, a really big part of him wanted it only to be for him honestly.

Then it was what his father had said next that got to him, and made him frowned a bit. For a minute there…he had almost forgotten that the whole accident happened…. “I-I guess we don’t.” Rin spoke up, looking away from the older male. But then it stayed quiet for a little bit, that uncomfortable silence that lingered there for a while. He didn’t want to get too excited….

“I guess that sounds fine then.”

Shirou let out another chuckle at the boy’s enthusiasm. Frankly, he was all too happy to let go of the entire incident, at least for now, certainly. It had been enough anguish for a day; they were both tired and hungry, and there were people waiting for them. He ushered his son inside the monastery grounds, running his fingers through his own hair with a small sigh.

“And who is going to make it, hmm?” he questioned, the grin now spreading a little wider. “Would you like to?” Rin usually got excited when his father allowed him to cook for everyone, and have the kitchen all to himself; it made him feel all grown-up. It was also part of the reason why Shirou had suggested tamagoyaki; it was an easy enough dish that even with Rin’s current kitchen skills, he would have no trouble with making a decent portion in a short time for everyone to get satiated with.

survey all those open miles, and line them up in single file.

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 17:37:27 +0200

thedragoonawakened:

Yukio sighed as his father changed the subject. He felt as if part of his point had been missed. Once he had stopped fighting himself and merged the flames hadn’t been hard to contain anymore because they were a part of him. If that sort of understanding was part of the conditions required by the greyface, than keeping them held back might be prolonging the situation. However he kept those concerns quiet, choosing to agree with his father’s decision. He could always bring it up if they were forced to return to the subject.

When Tousan speared the apple with his claws Yukio chortled, a wide grin on his face.

“I usually reserve that treatment for grapes or strawberries,” and umeboshi, but since he was the only person in the house who could stomach the sour salty dried fruit alone he usually tried not to talk about it. Less people ended up queasy that way. ”I tried it with a pear once and it accidentally ended up across the room when it slipped off.” Nii-san had laughed for half the night after that had happened.

Yukio grabbed a tangerine and started peeling it, before beginning to devour the individual segments. As his father gave his speculation, he stopped mid-chew, the smile falling away. He looked away, concentrating on the floor as he finished swallowing his mouthful. He set the rest of the fruit down on the cabinet absently.

“I’m sorry, Tousan. I am trying to stay objective. I know you have to change back. You…you weren’t meant to be this way, not like Nii-san and myself.”

He picked up a towel, more to give himself something to fuss with than because his hands were dirty.

“Like I said, there’s a feeling of…connection now that is hard to describe. It’s similar to how I’m linked with Nii-san, he’s a part of me and I’m a part of him. As soon as I got close to you, I could feel that type of bond forming. My logical brain knew I should try and inhibit the reaction, but…you’re my father. It’s a bond of family and in my heart I’ve always wished I could have it with you. So when I finally felt it I…I didn’t try very hard to resist.”

Yukio kept his eyes nailed to the ground. He was flooded with conflicting sensations.

“I am committed to fixing this problem. I know you need to go back. You are a human, not a demon. However I won’t lie, I already know I’ll miss the link when it’s gone.”

It would not be the same as when Nii-san was gone. He knew already he would not be in that sort of pain. However there would be a sting, a stream of lost possibilities and connections broken before they could come to fruition.

“Well, pears are slippery,” Shirou retorted, grinning at his son as he took another bite. “Or maybe I’m just more skilled than you,” he added bluntly; however, the impish smile in the corner of his lips was still indicating that he was only teasing the boy, nothing more.

Though the fruit was only half eaten when Yukio’s mood suddenly dropped, the Reverend still set it down on the counter, turning to face the boy. He grabbed the other half of the towel he was holding, wiping the claw clean on a spare corner, and then he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“You’re overthinking it,” he scolded gently. “You’re always overthinking everything. Didn’t you say it was about understanding? Didn’t we agree on it both? Didn’t you just say that I wasn’t supposed to fight anything about this? Don’t be a hypocrite, then. If that connection is there now, it has to mean something, and I would dare say it means it needs to be there, at least, for now. What will come afterwards, we will worry about afterwards. As I’ve just said five seconds ago, one thing at a time, okay?”

He tugged the towel out of Yukio’s hands, and pulled him into a strong embrace again. He was quite positive Yukio had never received such a strong hug from his own father before; it was clearly beyond human strength, but, of course, nothing he couldn’t take.

“As a matter of fact,” he murmured, ruffling up the boy’s hair at the nape of his neck, “I can feel it, too. I can’t describe it, but I do feel it clearly. And, even though I’ve given up on trying to deduce whether it’s my common sense telling me this, or my instincts, I still feel like shutting it off would be a bad thing.”

It was certainly uncharted territory for Shirou to talk about things he couldn’t explain, but the facts were still facts.

fujimoto-shiro: ’Being an exorcist is better than a swift kick...

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 17:27:38 +0200

fujimoto-shiro:

’Being an exorcist is better than a swift kick to the ass,’ They said.

souce

@fujimotoshinpu (M!A)

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 17:26:51 +0200

blueforestfires:

“…It’s not?” His family had always been Rin’s priority; even Rin’s continued survival was seen as something he did to keep his family safe (although it had other purposes as well). Up until recently, Rin did almost everything with either his family or his survival in mind.

”But they do matter,” he protested. “The differences between me an’ humans matter enough for people to be afraid of me, for me not to be able to go to school, an’ for Exorcists to come after me. What use is it to think of myself as a human on the inside when nobody else does?” It would just hurt more if Rin thought of himself as a fellow human.

Rin began to purr when Father Fujimoto ruffled his hair, eyes closing as his muscles relaxed automatically. They flicked open when Shirou began to talk to him again, however, looking a bit surprised for a moment. ”Ma says I’m both, too… An’ all the demons I know talk about how I act all human an’ soft, and how I like humans too much…” A slight frown crossed Rin’s face. “I wish— I wish the way I feel inside matched the way people see me.” He didn’t want his appearance to change or anything like that; just for people to see him as friendly and not terrifying. Rin wished the way he looked didn’t unsettle and scare humans so much. “I wish I didn’t have to choose which one to be or say I am.” Although his appearance didn’t give Rin much of a choice.

The Reverend let out a sigh, but didn’t stop the motion of running his fingers through Rin’s hair. How many more ways could he say it in, for the boy to finally understand? “That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Rin. You don’t have to choose — you mustn’t choose, in fact. You have to realize what you really are; realize that you really are both — and you have to take pride in that fact.”

Finally, he leaned back in the chair, letting go — his tail gave a few flicks, but then it curled back around Rin’s own, the small smile still on Shirou’s lips as he thought. “Both in the human and in the demon world, appearances are very deceiving. And most humans do know that — except, when you grow up as a half-demon in a forest that’s most often vsited by hunters and Exorcists, of course you would have bad experiences with how humans think… while, in reality, it’s all about not having met the right people yet.” He folded his arms across his chest, his eyes — now a flickering electric blue, much like Rin’s own, instead of the usual reddish brown — not leaving Rin’s ones for a moment. “The thing is, Rin, that in this world, things don’t come to be simply because of wishing for them. And if you really want to be happy, and achieve anything worthwhile, you will have to learn how the world works, and that also includes learning how to not wish for things that are impossible — such as wishing for every simple human to be able to look past your appearance right at the very first moment. That’s the same as if I were wishing that every single stranger knew just by looking at me, that I like naughty jokes and strong coffee, and that I heal people — meanwhile, look at me, isn’t what you see at first glance a seasoned fighter with a big, dangerous gun, and gross smelling cigarettes?”

Another small pause, in which the Reverend fiddled with said gross smelling cigarettes in his pocket. He wasn’t going to light one in the house, though, obviously. “Wanting everyone to like you…” he murmured, his voice suddenly soft. “You’re setting your goals way too high. Nobody is being liked by everyone. Someone will always hate you, no matter how much you try to appeal to everyone. But,” and he looked up again, “if you just keep being yourself, you will meet the people who do look past the way you look — like Shiemi-chan —, and then just take care to keep them by your side and cherish them, and you will be happy.”

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Sat, 13 Apr 2013 17:08:16 +0200

thebluexorcist:

Rin frowned when his father admitted that his mother had never hurt anyone, tightening his grip on the man— it was a bit disappointing, not knowing where his strength or tendency to hurt people came from. “Did my mom ever tell you about my birth dad?” Rin asked. “D’you know if he hurt people when he got mad like me? Or if he was strong like me?” In the back of his head, Rin wondered if his birth father had mastered the strength and anger Rin had so much trouble with. If he had, maybe the kid would feel better about his own chances.

“Hey, Dad… d-d’you think my mom would be proud of me if she met me?” Rin asked, voice vulnerable. He knew that she would have been proud of Yukio; he was smart, got good grades, and was polite. Rin, though, was violent, rude, and not good at school. The only things he could do right were destroying things and cooking. “Even though I break stuff an hurt people all the time?” If his mother hadn’t died, she would have wanted him… right?

Shirou frowned to himself, his expression troubled — he really didn’t want to talk about Satan to Rin. He knew that one day he would have to, but this was not the time yet. Whenever this thought turned up in his mind, he instantly felt horrible — it felt as if he was holding double standards; keeping it a secret from Rin, yet allowing Yukio in on it, burdening the younger twin with knowledge and duty. And yet, he simply didn’t know what else was there for him to do. Wasn’t this the only way to help Yukio feel stronger? And also the only way to keep Rin safe? To keep both of them safe? The Reverend knew that it would probably give Rin a little peace of mind to know he inherited his strength and temper from his birth father, but the knowledge alone wouldn’t have helped him control it, and any knowledge might have just accidentally made him draw attention to himself — and the last thing Reverend Fujimoto needed was the Demon Lord’s minions catching a glimpse of their family, and knowing who to come after.

Thankfully, though, Rin had another question. And this one — thank God — was both more important than any of the previous ones, and also easier to answer. Shirou’s arms tightened furthermore around the little boy, allowing him to cling to him even closer. “Of course she would,” he exclaimed, his voice matter-of-fact. And it wasn’t just the fatherly reassuring; he really did think so, based on everything he remembered about Yuri. His voice softened, and he raised a hand to caress Rin’s hair. “Rin, your mother gave up a lot of things to have you and your brother… And I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty — I’m saying that she chose to have you, even though she knew that she was giving up her entire life with that choice. She gave everything she had for the two of you; that’s how much she loves you. And she’s watching from above, even now.” The Vatican’s ideals be damned; Yuri couln’t be anywhere else than Heaven. ~~‘Unconventional priest’ would have been an understatement.~~

“… And she trusted me with taking care of the two of you,” he added after a momentary hesitation, “because she knew I would be able to feel the same.” Although the Reverend knew Rin had first and foremost wanted to know about his true parents, he still couldn’t help but add in that last part, hoping the little boy would get the message. I, too, am proud of you, despite all of that — and love you as if you were my own.

April 1st

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 19:59:25 +0200

blueforestfires:

“W-Why would scaring someone be funny? I feel bad when I scare people, even if it’s by accident or I have to,” he mumbled, ears drooping as he frowned. His own appearance and people’s reactions to it had made Rin very sensitive to scaring people, as well as making him sensitive to scares himself. The hypervigilance that kept him alive in the forest made him startle and instinctively lash out at anything loud, bright, or new. Rin’s entire life focus was not to startle or scare people— he couldn’t understand why humans would ever want to do that.

At the idea of Father Fujimoto falling off of his chair, Rin had to chortle a little— slapstick humor was universal. “Okay, it would have been funny if that happened,” he admitted, smiling the tiniest bit. The young demon still wouldn’t want to scare anyone himself, though. He’d leave the scare pranks to other people.

“If you know someone well enough, you can tell they aren’t serious,” came Fujimoto’s solemn reply. “If they really trust you, then their first thought is the joke option, not the serious fright.” Not to mention giving someone a scare like having a computer show a scary picture… well, that was nowhere actually dangerous. (Although, the computer itself probably wouldn’t have agreed, with the state it was in now.)

When Rin finally began to smile, it seemed Izumi now deemed it safe enough to step forward. The red began disappearing from his face; he seemed fully sincere, and he held out a hand towards the young half-demon next to his superior’s hovering figure. “I honestly didn’t mean to upset you, Rin-kun,” he said seriously. “I won’t do it again, I promise. Please accept my apology?”

survey all those open miles, and line them up in single file.

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 16:51:22 +0200

thedragoonawakened:

Even without saying the name out loud, Yukio knew who his father was talking about. It was evident from the way the purr deepened into a guttural growl, and his lips curled back into a snarl.

While his outward expression was geared toward his loathing of the Demon King, on the inside he was once again vowing to make sure Tousan stayed safe. Tousan could not go through that experience again. Seeing his father possessed once was enough.

Yukio forced the snarl off his face, and tried to muffle the growl. He was partially successful, but his voice was still gruff when he spoke.

“I don’t understand why whomever cast this spell would create such a quandary. Understanding the flames was a vital part of understanding myself, and it might well be the same for you. If you have to keep them locked up, how will you ever be able to reverse the process.”

Yukio understood that his father staying this way was not a practical option. It wasn’t really an option at all, with all the dangers the form contained. It wasn’t only the flames, but also the possibility of a negative reaction from the Order. The truth was Tousan needed to return to normal as quickly as possible, but with the conditions set by the demon it might not be possible at all.

Yukio pushed away from the counter and paced back and forth a bit. The motion helped to dispel some of the nervous energy which had been building as he pondered everything his father had told him. Finally he stopped, turning towards Tousan with a weak smile on his face.

“One plus seems is that I couldn’t sense anything from you. Of course I’m not sure if this is because I simply don’t possess the ability to sense them the way Aniki can, or if they are really that well suppressed. Hopefully it is the latter.”

He stood there a moment, before turning towards the refrigerator and walking over to retrieve some food. As he was facing away he spoke some more.

“The only thing I’m getting besides the general sense of your ‘demon-ness’ for lack of a better word, is a sense of connection with you. It isn’t the flames, more like a deeper more visceral version of the link I already shared with you because you are my father. It…it felt as if a piece that had been missing before just slid into place. A final part of my family finally coming home.”

He grabbed a couple pieces of fruit and brought them over, shutting the door behind him. As he turned his father could see the frown on his face.

“I’m not explaining this very well am I?”

The Reverend gave a light shrug of his shoulders, folding his arms across his chest as his son finally pulled away, going to fetch some food for himself. Shirou turned back to the coffee he had begun making earlier — of course, with how he was right now, he knew caffeine wasn’t going to have any effect on him whatsoever, but it was still more out of habit than anything else; both to uphold a sense of normalcy, and — well, simply because he liked the taste.

“I’m… not completely sure that letting the flames loose is definitely necessary for the spell to wear off,” he finally said, his words slow as he thought them over while speaking. “After all, there is no need for me to have to experience what it’s like to feel them… it already did happen to me, even if involuntarily. As for experiencing how hard it is to hold them back… well, I don’t think that’s possible for me, either? Since it seems that I do hold them back easier than either of you do… but, then again, I have been practising that part for decades, even if a little differently.”

He stirred his coffee idly, giving his son a light smile as he closed in on him with fruits in his hands. “I would say let’s not think about the flame issue now — there is no need to worry about me not being able to hold them back, that is for sure, and we’ll still have time to attend to them if solving everything else doesn’t make the spell wear off after all.” With that, he already kind of answered Yukio’s half-unspoken question, but he decided to clarify anyways. “I would dare say your inability to sense my flames is not due to you lacking in anything — even if that might sound a bit conceited to you…” He tilted his head apologetically, taking another mouthful of his drink while the boy settled the fruits down on the counter.

Lowering the coffee mug, the Reverend peered at what his son was doing. The various fruits scattered a little as they were dropped; an apple was rolling his way. With a sudden, thoughtless idea, Shirou reached out, and thrust a sharp tip of a claw into the fruit, raising it into the air on nothing but his pointer finger, and taking a bite out of it that way. Nails like this could be useful sometimes, couldn’t they? “It seems to me,” he replied, his voice light, as he swallowed the bite, “that there is a part of you that doesn’t want me to change back, yes?” There was nothing accusatory in his voice; he was merely stating a fact, with the light smile still playing around on his lips as he took another bite of the apple, and then washed it down with the remainders of his coffee.

@fujimotoshinpu (M!A)

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 21:24:01 +0200

blueforestfires:

Rin relaxed at Shirou’s warm reassurance, a smile coming across his own face; having another demon around made him feel like it wasn’t such a big feat to fit in and understand. It felt like an emptiness within him caused by his unique nature had been filled, if only for a short time. “Is it bad that I kinda wish you’d stay like this, or that Yukio was like me? I— I’ve never had somebody else be like me before, a-an’ I like the feeling,” he murmured, placing a clawed hand over his heart and looking a bit embarrassed; he was sure that Shirou would yell at him again for saying such a thing, but he couldn’t help but selfishly feel that way. “Ever since I was really little an’ I first figured out that I was different from Ma, Yukio, and the other demons I knew, I felt really alone. I-I don’t really know how to explain the feeling, but… it’d be like being the only human in the entire world, an’ everyone else is either one thing or the other an’ you’re stuck in the middle, but you’re both of them and none of them at the same time.” Half of his pretend games as a child involved Rin pretending to be a full-grown demon, and the other half had Rin pretending he went to school like Yukio did.

The young demon nearly jumped out of his seat in surprise when he felt a tail tuft curl around his own— no other demon had either done that or been able to do that before. Rin relaxed, however, once he realized how comforting it was; it reminded him of when he was a little kid, and Yukio would gently hold onto his tail and trail Rin around. “I know that the way my Ma raised me made me more…” Tamed. Domesticated. Docile. Rin was reminded faintly of wild animals raised by humans that couldn’t go back to their natural habitat because they didn’t know how to survive in the wild, among their own kind. He didn’t resent his mother for it, of course, but he did feel like it was one of the things that made him feel so alone. “The way she raised me made me more humanlike, but I’ve never felt like one… nobody’s ever treated me like one, either. I mean, you and the other priests an’ Shiemi and my family all treat me like a person, but not like a human… And I’m okay with that. I’m happy being treated like I’m different, ‘cause I am. I’m not all the way like a human, but I’m not all the way like a demon, either. I jus’ like calling myself a demon ‘cause… it’d be pretty silly if I called myself human, wouldn’t it? I mean, look at me,” he said with a wide, surprisingly genuine grin, gesturing to himself. “What kind of human can’t speak right until they’re seven, can stick their hand into a fire like it’s no big deal, or liked raw meat more than ice cream as a little kid?” He still liked raw meat more than anything else, but Rin had learned that telling humans that kind of freaked them out. Now that he was older, Rin exercised restraint and didn’t eat it anymore, even when there was a lump of it in front of him that he was supposed to turn into dinner.

If he were human right now, he would have probably reached out and messed up Rin’s hair a little bit. As he was right now, instead he opted for tightening the hold on the other’s tail in a reassuring fashion, and murmuring, “No, it’s not wrong. It’s never wrong to want things, even if it feels selfish, Rin. Everyone is allowed to be selfish. It is only wrong if you value it above everything else to the point where you cause others harm with it.” That is to say, it was a weird thought, and somewhat uncomfortable, to think about staying like this forever. But, then again, just as Rin had never thought of himself as human, Shirou had always been only that and nothing more.

He allowed another croon-like sound to escape his lips; it didn’t feel wrong, and that was sufficient. It was as if Rin’s presence itself was the thing that took away the Reverend’s shame, any he might have felt considering his current situation. “You still don’t understand,” he chided softly. “Being treated as a person is much more important than being treated like human, you got that right, but… you’re still only look at it from only one direction. Do you think all humans are the same, only because they’re humans? Everyone is different. Perhaps your differences are more apparent, but that doesn’t matter as much as you think it does.” Now he did reach out to mess up the boy’s hair; the smile on his face somewhat reflecting Rin’s wide grin. “Do I really have to chew it up for you before you swallow? You are you — a demon, and a human. Looking at it from only one side is wrong. I mean, look at you,” he was copying Rin’s words on purpose, “what kind of demon wants to befriend humans, wants to prove to them that he’s not dangerous? What kind of demon shows so much compassion and love? Trust me, Rin… I’ve met not only more humans, but also more demons than you have, and you have more positive human traits than some humans I’ve met do.”

@fujimotoshinpu (M!A)

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 22:50:00 +0200

blueforestfires:

“N-No!” Rin stammered, letting out a loud whine and cowering away submissively. He locked his eyes on the ground, not daring to make eye contact or even look up; when an older demon threatened you, you listened. The young demon’s muscles tensed up as if he expected to be attacked— he knew from experience what when you made an older demon unhappy, you usually got beat up. Rin looked up when Shirou apologized, surprised; he’d never heard another demon besides himself apologize for doing something. Still, Rin looked down again, not wanting to risk sparking another outburst. “I-It’s okay. I sh-should have known better than to say something like that,” he mumbled, fidgeting with his claws. “I jus’… I liked not being the only one.” It made him feel more normal and less lonely.

The half-demon sat down in a chair right after Shirou did, fidgeting with his claws some more; Rin had no idea what to do in this situation. Despite being a demon himself, he had no idea what suddenly becoming one felt like— Rin had been this way from birth, and knew nothing else. All he could do was offer things he did to make the more unpleasant stuff more manageable. He looked up when Father Fujimoto asked him if he felt more demon than human, nodding with a look of confusion on his face. Wasn’t it obvious? Why had he asked, anyways? “Why?”

Shirou only regretted his outburst even more when he saw that Rin was cowering away from him like that. He hadn’t wanted to frighten the boy, or make him submissive. Hell, he’d been working all these past months to make Rin trust him; after how badly their first encounter had gone, it hadn’t been an easy task to make the half-demon believe he didn’t need to be afraid of the Paladin. Fujimoto now felt as if he had just undone all that work in a matter of a second, and that made him frustrated and sad. He closed his eyes, continuing to rub at his temples with his thumb and pointer finger, his lips slightly parted, as he wanted to apologize again, over and over, and had to continuously stop himself from doing so. ‘I liked not being the only one…’ He should have figured that one out, really. After all, wasn’t that exactly what the greyface had been talking about? Understanding. The entire purpose of it was that Shirou would understand Rin more, thus enabling him to help adjusting more, as well. “… Well, now you aren’t the only one,” he said in a low, soft voice, not even fully surprised that there was something of an inhuman undertone to his voice that almost sounded like a purr.

He looked up again when Rin asked why. There was now a small smile curling his lips upward; there were certain perks to having heightened senses — it seemed suddenly easy to read the boy’s emotions. “Because you aren’t, not really,” he responded, still in that same undertone. “You are just as human as you are demon — as a matter of fact, I daresay you are more human than demon in the way you think and act, because you’ve been brought up by a human, even if you’ve never been exposed to human society.” He leaned back, lowering his hand, and dropping his gaze into his lap for a moment before raising his eyes at Rin again. Instinct seemed to take over yet another time; however, it was a different one — one that made his tail unexpectedly uncoil itself from where it had been flicking about, the tuft of it wrapping around Rin’s appendage, surprising both of them. Shirou chuckled. “You’re not only here to learn about humans from a demon’s point of view, Rin,” he said gently. “You are also to learn about yourself, and that’s what I’m trying to help you with. What has just happened to me,” his tail gave a bit of a twitch, “is just a bit of a push that helps me to understand you more, as well.”

April 1st

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 22:36:44 +0200

blueforestfires:

Rin could feel his lip begin to tremble again as Izumi explained that he’d done it on purpose to scare Rin, the half-demon trying to hide his face so that nobody would see if he started crying again. Did Izumi not like him? The idea broke Rin’s heart— because Izumi was the youngest and the closest to Rin’s age, the half-demon followed him around and learned from his example almost as much as he did Fujimoto-san. It’d always seemed like he was happy to have Rin there and happy to teach him new things, but was that all a lie?

“…D-Do you not like me, Izumi-san?” Rin asked quietly, not seeming to understand the meaning of bluntness or that pranks were supposed to be goodhearted fun. He didn’t understand how scaring someone could be funny— Rin had been scaring people on accident since childhood, and it wasn’t funny to see people scared. The only people he’d ever scared on purpose were people who Rin himself was afraid of or that he didn’t like. That combined with his habit of distrust led Rin to think that Izumi-san didn’t like him for some reason unknown to the half-demon. “D-Did I do something?” Perhaps he’d done something wrong, and Izumi-san was simply getting him back for it.

Upon hearing the boy’s words, Fujimoto merely rolled his eyes, but Izumi’s blush disappeared as quickly as it had come, the young priest instead turning pale as whitewash, now positively fearful. As a matter of fact, throughout the past month, he had very much taken the young half-demon into his bosom, as surprising as it had seemed at first. The idea that Rin thought Izumi did not like him was one that squeezed his heart together just as badly as Rin’s seemed to feel at this moment. “No, that’s not—… Of course I like you, Rin-kun!” He had no idea how to explain; for a priest-in-training, he was rather horror-stricken to realize that the right words just weren’t coming to his lips.

“He wasn’t trying to be mean to you, Rin,” the Reverend finally decided to cut in again; as he was the only one in full view of the boy’s facial expression, he pressed him against himself again, one hand sifting through his hair soothingly. “It was just a prank… He wanted to scare you, yes, but only because he thought it would be funny.” He glanced down at Rin, tugging on his hair a little bit, just enough to make the boy look up at him. “People like to tease each other. It doesn’t always mean that they are mean people. If you like someone, everything is easier to forgive, yes? I don’t think he would have done it at all if he didn’t like you.” Izumi nodded frantically in the background. “I suppose,” the Reverend shot another glance at the young priest, “he thought you’d be a little scared, but then you’d laugh together with the rest of them. The same thing would have happened if it were me — I would have probably fallen off the chair, and then I would have been a bit annoyed at Izumi, because he would have laughed at me all the same, but I like him, and I know he likes me too, so, in the end, it wouldn’t have been a big deal at all.”

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers: It’s funny how sometimes when...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 02:35:03 +0200

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:

It’s funny how sometimes when I get really into an RP, I feel like I myself am taking the place of my character. My heart pounds when I’m writing something angsty, or I giggle when another character gives my muse a kiss. I think that’s one of the greatest things about roleplaying. Living it yourself.