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Warning: OOC-ness.

Yamamoto Takeshi wasn't really sure why he was at this place, which happened to be the "Center of the Order of the True Cross". Or, at least that's what the woman sitting at the other end of the table told him. He wondered if this was an anime convention or something. After all, Yamamoto had never seen a woman with fiery red hair with golden ends held up in a bushy ponytail wearing little more than two pieces of cloth over her chest and red markings lining her front. And he'd seen a lot of strange outfits by hanging out with Tsuna, Gokudera, and the rest of the gang. Speaking of which, he should tell them about this convention – they'd probably think it'd be fun as well.

Kirigakure Shura had no idea what to make of the tall Japanese teen with spikey black hair. All she knew was that she'd been sent to question him for the luminous blue flames he'd utilized, flames that could only mean association with Satan, the ruler of Gehenna and all demons. Of course, she had her share of skepticism. How could a teenager with so much power be so oblivious to his surroundings? Honestly, his cheerfulness ticked her off. No doubt it was just some prank that the boy pulled that got Kirigakure stuck inside and not training and actual son of Satan.

For a long moment, each stared at the other, one in oblivious merriment, the other pursing her lips in distrust. The other True Cross exorcists in the room standing guard merely looked on. Finally, Yamamoto broke the silence.

"Hey, Miss: How does your top stay on?"

Time seemed to freeze as Kirigakure heard those words. Then, the ice broke, and flames of wrath took their place. Hearing the other exorcists stifle chuckles, Kirigakure whips her head around at them, frowning, and they immediately shut up.

"You're ten years too early to be flirting with me, kid," she growled. Sighing mentally, she figured, Guess I'll have to get to the point with this guy. "Listen kid, you know why you're here?"

"Hmm…not really!" replied Yamamoto, chuckling. He glanced around the ascetic room curiously, then he places his chin on an open palm, grinning. "Isn't this a role-play?"

Fed up, Kirigakure stood up and slammed her hands onto the table, startling Yamamoto. "You're here for questioning, kid," she said. "I'll get straight to the point. How are you related to Satan? Are you possessed, a son—"

"Satan?" Yamamoto repeated questioningly. Straightening up, he placed his fingers on his chin and scrunched up his brow, pondering the name. Finally, he places a fist on his other hand, smiling. "Oh! I know!"

The exorcists in the room mentally cheered. They were actually getting somewhere.

"You mean that guy in red with the pitchfork and horns and sits on your shoulder, right?"

They thought too soon.

By now, Kirigakure's eyebrow was twitching in annoyance. This kid…was grating on her last nerve! Even more so than when the scaredy cat four-eyes got on her case about drinking. Could he really be this stupid? Everyone had heard of Satan!

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the table, Yamamoto watched with interest the various emotions streaming across the woman's face, not knowing it was his own fault she was so livid. Truthfully, however, he was calculating the distance between him and the doors of the room. If he could distract them for long enough, he could probably leap over the table and make a mad dash for the door. That was to say, if he knew their abilities. From the kid's training, Yamamoto knew firsthand that even the least suspecting people could hide deadly secrets.

Lost in his thoughts, Yamamoto just barely evaded the sharp edge of a thin sword thrust by Kirigakure. He'd instinctively pulled out his Shigure Kintoki at the last moment, blocking her blade before it reached his head.

"That was close!" he exclaimed. He examines the blade with green eyes running down the edge in admiration. "Whoa! You're a sword user like me and Squalo! But my old man's an even better fighter. He's like a demon."

Like a demon…like a demon…like a demon…

Those three words were somehow enough to convince Kirigakure that this boy was, in fact, somehow related to Satan.

"Hey, kid."

"Hm? What is it?"

"Where's this 'old man' of yours right now?"

"Ah, he's in Namimori making sushi."

Kirigakure shuddered to think what 'making sushi' was a euphemism for. But if what Yamamoto said was true, she and the other True Cross exorcists might be able to weaken their enemy. Lowering her sword, she backed off. She turned to her men, saying, "Satan's in a place called Namimori. Let's go."

Ignoring the shouts of affirmation, Kirigakure stalked out of the room, sword still in hand. Oh, she would need a drink after this one.

Yamamoto stared after the woman and the others as they left the room. The door soon slammed shut, and he wondered what he should be doing. For some reason, they were going to Namimori. He shuddered to think what Hibari would do if they 'disturbed the peace'. Which reminded him. He should probably be leaving now and find the others to tell them about today.

Standing up from the chair, he walked over to the heavy doors and knocked on them before trying to open them. Surprisingly, they were unlocked, so Yamamoto merely strolled out of the room. The Center was empty, probably because he'd unintentionally sent the exorcists on a wild goose chase. Not that he knew that, of course.

By the time that he left the Center of the exorcists, the sun was already setting. Yamamoto rest his blade (in its sheathe) over his shoulders, and began to walk home, wondering what his dad was making for dinner.

A/N: what is this I don't even...A summary of what you just read: a failed attempt at humor or something. So...yeah. I'm not as into Ao No Exorcist (Blue Exorcist), so I'm not sure how well I portrayed Kirigakure/Shura. And the ending was kind of rushed.

Please review to tell me what you think about this and how I could improve.