Lamoonestella: Hey folks so I made this account for the soul purpose of writing stuff that my parents won't see. So this my first ever lemon, period. I hope this doesn't suck. If anyone's interested in my other fanfics just search up Mariyun. Anyway I don't own Blue Exorcist. I don't even own a car.

In this world we are slaves. We are kept as entertainment for the humans. We are weapons. Yet, for those born in the between we can only hope that people think of us as humans. We struggle to survive in Assiah. Gehenna is our only savior and to this day I wish I had been taken there away from the hell that this world is. At the time I wanted to stay humans only to realize moments later there was no hope for something like me. I don't even care anymore about losing my humanity if it means I can leave this place. I stopped caring long ago after my adoptive father died. My brother well… I haven't spoken to him since the incident.

I walked back to my apartment quickly trying to avoid anyone's eye. Entering quickly I looked around. No one is here, good. I sighed in relief as I finally released my tail from my shirt. This was so weird. My demonic powers had only awakened about a month ago and I was still not used to it. Lucky for me besides having elflike ears, sharp teeth, and a tail I still looked fairly human. Even though I wasn't completely human this would work for me. I could hide in this state till I could find a way to escape to Gehenna as many people like me tried. If I can't then I'll find a refugee camp. There people will help me and keep me safe from the exorcist.

Shivering at the word I removed my coat and headed the kitchen to cook something. After preparing myself a meal I ate alone in silence. Something I also wasn't used to. I'd have to though. You always have to adapt to survive and I would. Unlike many I had a chance. Often those born half-demon didn't look as human. They would be sold into to slavery shortly after being caught by the Vatican. Forced into submission and turned into mindless animals. I trudged into my room and fell asleep.

Yukio sighed as he sat in his room at True Cross Academy. He'd recently been assigned on a special case involving a refugee camp that was somewhere near Tokyo. It was pretty rare for them to hide so close to humans. He hoped his brother was nowhere near them. He wasn't willing to be enslaved for his brother actions. After all Yukio was human. Humans were superior they deserved to live. He was told to bring a student with him on this case. Looking through the files he decided it was probably best to bring his student Ryūji. All of the data showed that he wouldn't show mercy against anyone. In this line of work that was necessary.

I gave a yawn as I walked to work almost stretching my tail out. I did a paper route so I was up at ungodly hours that I hated. As I walked I noticed my boss sitting at his desk reading the paper looking at me and gave me a look before stating, "If I were you Okumura I'd stay off the streets. I heard that today's going to be another blood bathe."

"I can't miss work," I said.

"Trust me today you want to skip out. I'll even give you todays pay. Just don't go downtown! There's an inspection today and those poor refugees are sitting ducks," my boss ordered. I raised my brow. Refugees hiding so close to a city were rare often you'd have to looking very remote places to find them. "I feel sorry for them. Even if they could escape they'd never be able to get very far. That's just the way the cookie crumbles, I guess." I liked this guy. He might be a pudgy and grouchy looking old man, but he was a good man. He offered me a job and showed me a nice apartment where I could live safely. I had a feeling he knew what I was, but he never said anything.

"You think they're rebels?" I asked hoping they weren't. Despite the fact I'm against being enslaved I am not fond of the idea of having every half-demons reputation labeled as 'wanted criminal'.

"Hope not. Then I'll really will need to get a new paper boy," the pudgy man said. "And don't give me that, 'but I wasn't,' crap. You were going to go warn them and I know it."

"Yeah, but it's just because I don't like watching good people die," I sighed as I sat on his desk.

"That kind of talk will get you killed or worse," my boss grumbled. "Go home Okumura before the streets get dangerous."

"Fine, but remember you owe me today's pay," I said cheerfully as I walked out and began walking home. I was about halfway home when I heard the first gunshot. Screams could be heard as I continued onward. I turned the key in the lock, but stopped. I smell iron. No blood. Someone's inside. A rebel? I should run if they find me with them I'll be caught, but whoever's inside needs help.

Damn, it all! I charged and saw a girl probably no older than me on the floor her arm caked in blood. She was panting heavily her, gray eyes looking back at me in fear, her long black hair coated with red, a shirt once white now red torn, and her pants torn at the knees from what I assumed was falling. "Please, help me! I claim sanctuary!" she shouted, but her voice was faint enough it did not make much noise. "Please, fellow demon," she spoke again at a whisper. I was tempted to leave and save myself, yet I wanted to help.

"Answer one thing, are you with the rebels?" I asked. If she's a rebel I'll leave her if not I'll see what I can do.

"Yes, but not the Gehenna Liberators! We work towards establishing peace between humans and demons by living peacefully. All this blood is mine we'd never hurt anyone," the girl answered desperately.

"Sorry, but I can't help you. Rebels are rebels now leave!" I ordered. "I'm trying to live a life here. I won't have you ruin it." The girl slowly rose from my floor and headed to the broken window. She looked back at me with a cold look in her eyes and jumped just as heard people approach from behind. I looked back and saw three exorcists. I recognized one immediately. Yukio. I didn't know the others. One of them was taller than me with brown hair streaked with blonde and piercings. The other I saw in a distance behind them. I had merely two words to describe this man, gay clown. He was wearing the most ridiculous thing I'd ever seen in my life. Despite his attire though he had a disgusting grin that sent shivers down my spine rather than make me laugh. "She went that way, sir!" I shouted pointing in the direction of the window. Yukio and the brunette-blonde guy rushed down to the alley and left. I looked back and noticed the clown was still here.

"Nice job, bravo. Most people in your position would have gotten caught," the clown spoke slyly.

"What do you mean?" I asked doing my best to hide my fear.

The clown grinned, "You can't fool me. I can smell your demon blood. It's pretty strong too. I'm amazed you've lasted this long."

I backed away from him even further. The man smiled, "Relax I'm not going to turn you in. The Vatican already has me already under a pretty short leash in their point of view. Actually it's hilarious that they think they can control a demon to begin with. Letting you go will be a nice prank." Was this guy for real? He's letting me go? He must be moron. "I'd run if I were you. If they catch her she'll hand you over without hesitation." That fact suddenly dawned on me. I leapt to my bedroom to grab my sword that I hid under my bed and left without a second thought. Or would if I hadn't stopped to say,

"Why are you even helping me? I mean if you're one the Vatican's minions-"

My words where cut off as the clown spoke again, "Like I said this is a fun prank to pull. As well I don't have to work for them. Now, you should be going." I gave him one final nod as I left to the empty street careful to keep my head low.

"That's him! He's the demon!" I turned and saw the girl looking at me in spiteful eyes tied down by an unfamiliar exorcist.

Well so much for her getting away. I immediately began galloping down an alleyway as Yukio and the brunette-blonde tried to surround me. Of all the dumb luck the refugees just had to settle in Tokyo. As the two entered the alley I quickly climbed up the fire escape. I heard the sound of gunfire. Yukio and the other boy were shooting at me. I felt the betrayal pierce me in the gut. So that's how it's going to be, huh. You'll forget me. Or worse try and kill me to keep you human in these peoples' eyes. But, maybe I would have done the same in his shoes. I climbed faster and made it to the roof. I let out a sigh of relief that didn't last long. They were heading up the stairs quickly. I looked at the building across from me. I could make it!

I began charging and managed to barely scramble onto the other side. Yukio began firing at me mercilessly and in my shock I hadn't noticed the bullet that hit my shoulder.

"Fuck!" I shouted as the bullet made contact and looked at the blood on my hand. Suddenly something dropped in front of me. It looked like a grenade I backed off a quickly as the grenade went off. Yet, instead of an explosion I was bombarded by water which on contact made a burning sensation on my skin. I looked to see the brunette-blonde with his gun pointed at me and the clown.

"Guess you couldn't run fast enough," he stated. I bet he set this up.

"You bastard! I thought you were letting me go," I yelled at him as was ready to draw my sword and kill the brunette-blonde if I had to.

"I merely said this was a fun prank to pull. I never said it wasn't on you. Besides the students need proper field experience," the clown grinned. Suddenly I felt a blinding force hit the back of my head forcing me into the ground. I growled as I tried to stand only to have myself restricted by someone grabbing onto the back of my head.

"Go to hell!" I yelled at him and the clown laughed in an eerie way.

"I have," he spoke as the clown lowered himself to my level, "don't worry boy you'll be asleep as quick as: drei, zwei, eins." I felt my eyes grow heavy as another force made collision with my head. Before I knew it everything had faded to black.

Ryuji looked over the demon boy and aside from the head injury and the shot wound it would live. He couldn't understand what good capturing these half-breeds even did. Most would be killed or shipped to off to be slaves anyway. Ryuji thought it would be easier to just put the free ones out of their misery to begin with.

"Good work, Ryuji," Yukio stated as he tied down the demon. "You did well for your first time. Did you enjoy it?" Ryuji grimaced at the idea of enjoying this. To be honest he found this work repulsing. All it leads to is bloodshed and broken families. Demon or otherwise. His teacher seeming to sense this disgust gave him a frown, "I hated it the first time too. Don't worry it gets easier." He gave me a pat on the back.

"Carry that one to the holding area till further details," Yukio ordered and gave mister Pheles a long look. He picked up the demon up along with the sword it had been fleeing so desperately with. As Ryuji carried the demon to the holding site he inspected the demon further. It was tragic actually if they hadn't been here it probably would have gone unnoticed. It looked so human. But, it was still a demon. Ryuji placed it down among the other demons we'd caught most of which were conscious and shouting. Some even so bold as to try and attack him only to be beaten down.

My eyelids felt heavy. So heavy that it was actually quite ridiculous. I turned and found myself bumping it something soft. I strained to open my eyes and as I did saw that I was pressed up against some girl's arm on one side and a wall on the other. If I could I would have jumped back, but instead I slowly raised my head to get a better look at my surroundings.

I appeared to be in some kind of cargo container like one that you'd see on trains. It was very cramped with other passengers most unconscious. I looked at the girl she looked more human than I did. I couldn't really tell because of the light but she seemed to have dark hair like a purplish coloring. She had on a necklace that was a white piece of worn ivory with something written in kanji. I nudged her and she groaned a bit before waking up.

"Hey, where are we?" I asked. The girl looked up her and appeared to blush.

"On the cargo train to the Japanese branch of the Vatican," the girl whispered.

"I'm Rin Okumura," I whispered back and tried to distance myself.

"Krei Zi," Krei said as she scooted away. I looked at her and saw the dried tears on her cheeks.

"What happened?" I asked wanting to know what had happened while I was asleep.

"Everyone they caught was put in these crates. They said that we're heading to a special place," Krei mumbled as tears began streaming down her eyes. "Why is this even happening to me?! I'm not a demon! I don't have powers or anything. I was just going to see my sister," she sobbed. She must not have awaken to her powers. If she's already this broken inside what's going to happen when she gets there? Hell, what would happen to me. I'm not sure how long I sat here in the dark. An hour? Maybe two? All I know is that by the time everything came to a stop I was hungry. Suddenly I heard a sharp noise that made my brain scream in pain. I watched as the sides opened and everybody gushed out the sides only to be stopped by the exorcists. They were herding us like sheep. I watched as man with a strict face forced some of the people into a line. I tried to hide back only to be whipped and forced into the front.

"Welcome to your new home scum. Each of you will be sent to a division to preform work for our new master," the man lectured as he tried to keep everyone in line. "If not well, blood is so hard to clean." I watched as he pulled a boy from the line. "Tell me boy what's your name?"

"Kaito," the boy stated with defiance.

"From now on you're are number 79," the exorcist said as he threw the boy into the ground. He looked at the rest of with a grin. "Next."

I'm just going to state that my life really sucks. I mean on a whole new level of suck. Getting assigned this number has to be some cosmic joke, 666! Then getting stuffed into a cramped cage. I hate this! I'll get out of here if it's the last thing I do.

Lamoonestella: So I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Normally I'd put something funny here, but I don't feel like it. I apologize if the plot is too complicated to understand so far. Note Mephisto is still a double crosser on neither side like in the original. Well that's interpretation of him. Anyway please read and review.