Authors note: First of all, this fic has no relationship parings, and no sexuality of ANY kind. I hate writing such things and when I do it tends to fuck up whatever it is I'm writing, so don't ask me to include a relationship paring in later chapters of this fic.

As of now I only have three chapters planned for this fic, if you have any ideas on where I should go with it after those first three chapters, feel free to leave a comment telling me. In fact, feel free to leave a comment telling me ANYTHING in relation to this fic. If you hate it than tell me, and then tell me why.

Most of my writing is pretty heavy on dialogue and pretty light on pretty much everything else, so I'm sorry if some parts of this seem a little bit slim.

All of this takes place during their second year after the events of episode 25. So without further ado: Chapter 1, The American Devil is Coming to Town.

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"You did what?" Rin said as he grabbed his brother by the collar.

"Christ, Rin, get off of me!" Yukio pushed his brother away. "Look, as the head of our class I have to take in a foreign exchange student. There's no way I can get out of it, and believe when I say that I tried." Yukio straightened his exorcist uniform.

"Yeah, well you didn't try hard enough! Now there's going to be another kid in the dorm with us! I'll have to walk around being all secretive again. Do you have any Idea how uncomfortable it is to hide a tail in your pants?" Rin Yelled.

Yukio shook his head. "Oh, come on. He's only going to be here for a couple of months."

Rin's chaw hit the floor and he starred at his brother with wide eyes. "A couple of months! Are you insane?"

Yukio took his glasses off and pulled a small cloth from his pocket and proceeded to wipe off all the saliva that had accumulated while his brother had been yelling mere inches from his face. "Like I said, Rin." Yukio said as he put his classes back on. "I don't like this anymore than you do, but it's something that we just half to live with."

"I think I've had enough of those for a life time." Rin muttered. He sat down on his bed and folded his arms in some kind of childish defiance.

Yukio sighed. "Well, if nothing else, this should be a good learning experience. Living with someone who's not obligated by blood to put up with your bullshit should teach you some proper manners and people skills." Yukio picked up his suit case and made his way to the door of their dorm room. He opened the door, but then turned around to face his brother again. "Oh, and one more thing. I talked to him on the phone today, he sounded like one of those sheltered American types, so be nice to him, and don't scare him to death. This may very well be the first time he's seen the outside world."

"Wait!" Rin stood straight up and in doing so smacked his head into the bunk above his bed. "Did you say 'American'?" The bump on the head had not muted him at all. "Oh God! I bet he's greasy and fat and disrespectful. He's gonna fallow me around all day demanding that I buy him cheese burgers! And..."

Yukio decided to leave before this storm of stereotypes and political incorrectness could develop any further. Even as he was a good twenty feet down the hallway he could still hear his brother spouting off about the 'fat greasy American.' He shook his head. This was going to be a long couple of months.

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Later that day, Rin entered the Cram School class room still pretty mopy about the news of the foreign exchange student. He kept his head down and quietly muttered curses and stereotypical slurs all the way to his seat. It was still a few minutes before class was supposed to start, but all of the students were there, sitting and chatting while they waited for the teacher to show up. Rin fell into his seat, and as soon as he did, Renzo was right there, talking in his ear.

"Well folks, it looks as though the universe is about to turn in on itself, for our very own Rin Okumura is actually in a bad mood." Renzo said with stinging sarcasm. "So, what is it that's troubling you, hmm?"

Rin felt Renzo's hand come down hard on his shoulder. Rin turned to see Renzo sitting on top of the table behind him, wearing that big dumb grin he always had on. Then Bon and Konekomaru pulled up a chair on either side of him. Rin found himself suddenly surrounded by big, dumb, and quizzical grins all wanting answers.

"Yeah Rin, what's up?" Bon inquired.

Rin sighed. "Yukio has to take in a damn foreign exchange student. Which means that I have to take in a damn foreign exchange student."

Konekomaru scratched his chin. "So that means your gonna be like an ambassador for our country." He said.

Then Renzo simply broke out laughing. "You... a representative... for our country..." He got out in between chuckles.

Bon Raised an eyebrow. "I don't know whether I should be laughing or crying." He said.

"Hey!" Rin snapped. "I'll shove my hand down your throat and rip the wise-ass right out of you!"

Bon folded his arms. "Jeeze, no need to be such a spaz."

Rin could feel his heat building. He shot Bon a scathing look, but he probably would have gotten better results if he had shot it to rock. Bon just sat there with his arms folded and his nose up in the air. It was that posh pose that Rin hated so, so much. Rin had already coiled back for a sucker punch when their teacher, Yukio that is, walked through the door.

"Alright class, settle down." He said on his way to his desk. He set his suit case down on the teacher's podium. But instead of getting out his class notes and lessons plans like he usually did, he just paused for a moment. "Umm... we'll start class in a minute. But first I need to ask all of you a favor." Yukio took a second to look around and make sure everyone was paying attention, and of course, they were. "Some of you may know that as the head for our entire second-year class, I am obligated to take in a foreign exchange student. He will be arriving tomorrow after classes are over, and when he does, I am supposed to have a welcoming party for him. Nothing fancy, just sit in a circle and ask him questions about where he's from and what kind of person he is, and answer any questions that he has about us." Then Izumo's hand shot up. "Yes, Miss Kamiki." Yukio said.

"Why do we have to do this, cant you get some normal people from the high school to help you out?" She said.

"Well you see." Rin said, turning to face her where she sat at the back of the room. "My brother here is kind of anti-social and dimwitted, so he doesn't really know anyone from the high school. We are pretty much all he's got." Then Bon tapped on Rin's shoulder. Rin looked at Bon, who pointed at Yukio, who was giving Rin the stare of death. "Oh! Sorry for interrupting class, teacher." He said, trying to disappear into his seat.

Yukio grunted. "Alright then, if there are no more questions, we will meet in the boys dormitory at six o'clock tomorrow. That's where we will be greeting him. Now lets begin class."

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Yukio had his doubts about whether or not people would actually show up. But as they filed into the room at five-o'clock, a smile spread across his face. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? They would ask him some cliché questions about living in America, and he would probably bounce them right back, then the jet lag would become to much for him and he would go to bed while the rest of them went back to there dorms and studied. A piece of cake, or at least that's what he believed the American expression was.

Naturally, Rin, Renzo, Bon, and Konekomaru had found each other immediately and had confined themselves to a close circle where they were trading whispers.

"So he's and American, eh?" Renzo asked.

"Yeah." Rin said. "Do you guys know anything about the Americans?"

Bon scratched his head. "Well, that's kind of an abstract, and idiotic, statement. America is full of different kinds of people, so they don't really have any specific traits in relation to their culture or their race. For all we know he could be Japanese."

"I remember one time I saw this picture online of these to incredibly fat American girls waiting for a McDonald's to open." Renzo said.

"Yeah, I heard that they do have a bit of an obesity problem over there." Konekomaru said.

"Could you imagine that, somebody that's like five feet tall and two-hundred-and-fifty pounds walking around this campus? He would stick out like a sore thumb." Rin said.

"I already feel sorry for this American." Renzo said.

"I wouldn't. If he's Caucasian than he's probably racist." Bon said.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Bon, but I'm pretty sure that statement is racist itself." Konekomaru said.

"Whatever, but the first time he refers to you as a 'Slanty-eyed-bastard' I get to say 'I told you so." Bon said.

"Well, is there anything inherently good about the Americans, considering we've already ruled out physical and mental health?" Konekomaru said.

"Well, do they make good food?" Rin asked.

"No." Bon said.

"Don they make good cars?" Konekomaru asked.

"No." Bon said.

"Music, maybe?" Renzo said.

Bon shook his head. "Not really."

Konekomaru sighed. "Well Bon, you said yourself that America is full of different kinds of people, maybe this American isn't so bad."

"I wonder how good his Japanese is." Renzo said.

"Well, he was able to hold a conversation with my brother over the phone, and knowing how many five-dollar words that come out of his mouth, it's actually pretty impressive." Rin said.

"Yeah, but I bet his accent is God awful." Renzo said.

"No doubt." Bon said.

In opposite corner of the lunch room sat Shiemi and Izumo. They weren't huddled in close like the boys were. They just sat next to each other kept to themselves. But Izumo was starting to notice how fidgety Shiemi was getting, she kept tapping her feet and moving around in her chair. Finally, Izumo's curiosity got the better of her, and she opened her mouth.

"What's up with you today, are you nervous or something?" Izumo asked.

Shiemi jumped a little in her seat. It was surprising for Izumo to participate in conversation, let alone initiate it. "Um... I'm just a little excited, that's all. I've never met anybody from outside of our prefecture before, not to mention some one from a different country." Then she flashed Izumo a smile. To which Izumo responded with her signature look of neutrality, which was pretty much as close as she got to a smile these days. Shiemi accepted it and went back to quietly fidgeting in her seat.

Yukio looked at his watch. "Hmm. He probably should have been here by now." As if on cue, Yukio heard two knocks on the wall. Everyone looked up to entrance of the cafeteria, and there he was, the American, leaning against the door frame.

"Hey." He said.

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