The flaming twin exorcists chapter 3

Author’s note: In this chapter Shiro and Yuri will be using their fake names when addressing each other. And others will be using their fake names as well. When the story is in Rin, Yukio, or Yuka’s perspective, Shiro and Yuri will be called Shawn and Yumi sense that is what the kids know them as. Shura makes an appearance, and Yamada, in case you forgot was the false name Shura used when pretending to be a student, will be his own person with a connection to Shura.

Shiro = Shawn
Yuri = Yumi
Andy = Amaimon

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Chapter 3

(Shura’s POV)

Shura would never forget the day she was told Shiro had died. It had been after the horrible events of the blue night, and so many were dead. She was eleven years old and looked up to the man who had taken her on as his student. And even though there was death everywhere, she refused to believe that her mentor, Shiro Fujimoto would have been killed by Satan while supposedly trying to bury Yuri and her stillborn child. Everyone else believed that purple haired demon. She was, without a doubt, in denial, and had stayed that way for a while. At one point even accusing Mephisto of lying about her mentor’s death.

It was only when Mephisto had taken her to the pitiful remains of the burned down house that her resolve to believe in Shiro still being out there crumbled. If he had been trapped within the one standing little cabin, there would have to no way he could have escaped, besides surviving. She had been forced to except the fact that Shiro was gone and he was never coming back. The one person the young red haired girl truly trusted was truly gone. She would never forget how she knelt in the freezing snow, oh how she hated the cold, and broke down for the first time and cried for Shiro. It was at that moment, Shura swore to herself that she would become a great exorcist like her mentor, and become one she knew Shiro would be proud of.

Shura shook her head, pushing the painful memories away. It has been almost sixteen years sense Shiro’s death and she had moved on a long time ago. There was no point dragging up things she didn’t wish to remember. She had no idea why she thought about it in the first place. It most have been the boredom. Yep it most likely the boredom. Shura was currently ridding in one of the True Cross’s private jets. She was sent by the Vatican to lend the US a hand with the recent rise of demon activity. She was on her way to the US branch HQ in New York.

Shura was now twenty-six years old, even though she likes say that she’s eighteen. She had become an exorcist a long time ago and was now an upper 1st class exorcist, just as Shiro had been when he died at the hands of Satan.

With her trusty demon sword, she was a force to be reckoned with. Pulling out her cell phone, Shura noticed that she had gotten a text message from her foster brother Yamada. He was the son of the couple that took her in after Shiro was killed. Yamada was a strange boy with messy light brown hair and dark eyes. He loved his black hoody, always wearing it with the hood over his head, which would shadow the upper half of his face. He was always playing with his PSP. He didn’t talk much, but he always spoke with her. Shura was eleven years older than Yamada, making him fifteen. She had babysitted him a lot when the parents couldn’t be there. So they were very close, as close as siblings could get while getting on each other’s nerves. He was currently back in Japan, just now starting the exorcist cram school. Shura sent Yamada a text and closed her phone. She didn’t expect a response anytime soon.
     
It had been a long flight and she knew that she was going to have a bad case of jetlag when she landed, especially aver all the time zones she had crossed in the past something hours. Shura didn’t know how long she had been in the air, and didn’t care to find out.
The busty red and yellow haired woman knew she could have used a key to get to her destination far quicker and not have to deal with jetlag. But she had chosen to fly there instead and was now regretting it. She was so bored. Looking out the jet window, the only thing Shura could see was white fluffy clouds. Sighing, Shura closed her eyes and decided to take a nap for the rest of the flight.

Shura woke up as they were landing in the New York airport. Once the jet had landed, Shura grabbed her bags and stepped out onto the air strip. A she walked through the airport a lot of people, mostly men, looked her way. Not that she could blame them, considering what she was wearing after all.   Exiting the building, Shura approached the sidewalk and was able to quickly hale a taxi.
Her English was a little rusty, but she managed to tell the driver were to go. Shura stretched her arms across both sides of the back of the long seat, sighing. She could feel the jetlag already starting to kick in. Shura could tell that this was going to be a long day. They were passing there a nice neighborhood when it happened. Shura’s head was resting against the window, having switched from sitting in the middle to beside one of the back doors. She saw someone familiar walking down the sidewalk. Her head snapped up in a heartbeat.

It couldn’t be, could it? No of course not, he was dead. Shura couldn’t believe what she had just seen. For just a split second, just before the figure vanished into the crowd of other people, Shura could have sworn that she had just seen Shiro Fujimoto. Which she knew wasn’t possible sense he died sixteen years ago. Sure the man she saw looked older, but it has been a long time. There was also no guaranty that it was him, it could have been someone who looked like him. But there was something inside her that said otherwise, and without thinking, she yelled at the driver to stop and hurried out of the cap. If Shura had seen who she thought she did, then she was going to get some answers even by force if she had to.

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(Shiro’s POV)

After Yuri put Yuka on the bus and left to open her café, Shiro locked the door and headed out. He was dressed in his everyday clothes, which considered of dark pants and a dark gray shirt with elbow length sleeves and the name of Rin’s favorite band on it. Rin had gotten it for him for father’s day. Shiro appreciated it, and wore the shirt often.

That boy loved him; they had always had a special bond. It most likely because Rin had been the first baby he had ever held. When Rin was little, he had been always following Shiro around. Until his mom started teaching him to cook anyway, then he was in the kitchen with Yuri a lot. The former exorcist grinned as a memory of a small Rin covered in flour appeared in his mind. He had been so cute, even now at the age of fifteen, that boy still had some of that childhood cuteness. Yukio on the other hand had grown up so much. It was hard to believe the two were twins sense Yukio looked to be a few years old, even though Rin was the older twin.

Walking down the sidewalk now, Shiro looked around at the random people that past him. He had nowhere to be, so Shiro was just taking a stroll. He might even stop at the café for a little bit. A few minutes later Shiro was sitting in a booth looking out the window. It was a slow start, so he was the only one inside the café at the moment. A few minutes after sitting down, his wife Yuri sat walked into the front and sat down next to him.

“Hey Shiro,” Yuri leaned her head on his shoulder, just enjoying in the moment. “Shouldn’t you be working,” Shiro teased, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “I’ll get right on that when I get a customer. Unless you’re going to order something.” Shiro laughed softly to himself, loving the moment he was having with the women he loved. “Well, I could go for some coffee.” Yuri playfully nudged his shoulder then stood up, “One coffee it is then.”

The brown haired women walked into the back and a few minutes later came back with a cup of coffee, made just the way Shiro liked it. The two sat in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. After a while, customers started drifting in. Shiro had already finished his coffee. Saying goodbye to Yuri, Shiro left the café and continued walking down the sidewalk. But this time, something was off. As he walked away from Okumura Sweets, Shiro had a bad feeling that he was being fallowed. Not just fallowed by being tracked. The man looked over his should but didn’t see anyone that would account for the feeling of being fallowed.

Shiro turned down an alleyway and turned to face whoever it was it was tracking him. He didn’t have to wait long, for a very familiar woman with long red and yellow hair stopped in front of the alleyway and faced him. The woman may have been much older than the child he had last seen her as, but there was no denying that it was Shura Kirigakure. His former student from his days as an exorcist. The woman stared at him for a moment before stepping into the alley. “I knew it. I knew it was you. You really were alive, weren’t you Shiro. After all these years thinking you were dead you were still alive.”

Shiro didn’t know how to respond, after so many years of hiding, he had been found. Schooling his face into an unreadable mask, Shiro looked Shura straight in the eyes. “I’m sorry but you have the wrong person, I don’t know who this Shiro is.”

Rage irrupted on the young woman’s face. “The hell ya don’t. I know that’s you Shiro. You may be a lot older, but I still know what you look like.”

Shiro sighed deeply; this was the last thing he needed. “I’m going to say this once. My name is Shawn Okumura and I’m just a simple priest who lives here in New York. I don’t know who you’re looking for and it would be best if you don’t contact me again.” Shiro walked past Shura and headed back the way he came. As he was walking away, Shiro could hear his former student screaming after him.

“SHIROOOOOOO!”

Shiro knew at that moment things weren’t going to stay peaceful anymore.

(Yukio’s POV)

Yukio stood in front of the bathroom mirror, washing his face with cold water to wake up. It was Saturday morning and Rin was still asleep in his bed snoring away. Yukio had just woken up and would most likely still be asleep if it hadn’t been for the fact he had promised to take his sister Yuka to a book sighing later that day. Yukio patted his face dry with the towel by the sink and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Yukio saw their cat Kuro trod past him, and walk into his and Rin’s bedroom. Kuro loved to climb up there bunk bed and sleep with Rin, which is why there were scratches all over wooden bed frame were the latter was. Kuro had been a part of the family for as long as Yukio could remember. That cat had to be old, and yet it was still running around and jumping like it was still young. Rin had never questioned it, but Yukio had always wondered how old Kuro was. He tried to ask his dad, but he would always say that he didn’t know.
 
Yukio walked into the living room just in time to see his parents having a silent conversation, which ended the moment he walked into the room. This had been happening ever sense the first day of school. It was clear that the two were hiding something that they didn’t want him or his sibling to know about. Yukio had wanted to ask if something was wrong but chose not to, knowing that they would most likely deny it.

“Hey sweetie, you hungry? I just made breakfast, it’s on the stove.” His mom Yumi said with her sweet smile. Yukio knew she was just trying to change the subject before he could ask what they had been talking about. But he let it go. “Ok mom. Do you want me to get Rin and Yuka?” Yumi nodded her head, “You can if you want.” Yukio walked back down the hallway, stopping to knock on Yuka’s door. “Hey Yuka, mom made breakfast.” The young girl grumbled a response. Yukio took that as her waking up and walked into his own room. There was no way knocking would wake Rin up. His brother was a hard sleeper. It took an alarm on almost full blast to wake him up. And as he had expected, Kuro was sleeping with Rin, curled up into a ball on Rin’s pillow.

Yukio didn’t feel like trying to shake Rin awake so he grabbed the air horn from his dresser and blew it near his brother. Rin Jumped up, startled away. The cat had jumped even higher, letting out an angry hiss as he jumped down from the top bunk and ran out the bedroom door. The dark haired boy then glared at Yukio, clearly not happy about his wake up call.
“Mom made breakfast.”

That was all Yukio said. The younger twin headed to the kitchen and fixed himself a plate of hot pancakes. After breakfast Yukio changed into a pair of dark tan khakis and a faded black shirt then sat down in the living room to watch some TV. Not long later Yuka had changed into black pants and a pink ruffled shirt. “Hey Yukio, when do you want to leave?” Yukio looked at his watch then stood up. “We should leave now, so we don’t end up at the end of the line. The nine year old squealed in delight, jumping up and down.

Yukio let their parents know that they were leaving and headed out. Yukio’s favorite author was doing a book sighing for her newest book. It was one of those sappy romance novels that both Yuka and Rin seemed to love so much. Yukio never saw the appeal for them. Yukio did love to read, just not that genre.

There was already a long line of people standing at the book store when they arrived, but it could have been worse. The two got in line and it wasn’t long until there was a long line behind them as well. Standing in line may not have been very exciting, but seeing the look of excitement on his sister’s face made up for it. The line moved slowly as the day went on. It was after noon when Yukio and his sister reached the door, which Yukio was grateful for. The book store was small, with book cases along the walls and in the middle of the store. After that point it didn’t take long for Yuka to buy the newly released book and get it signed.

Leaving the book store behind Yukio watched his little sister skip beside him, a small bag with her new book in her arms. A precious smile on her face.
“Hey Yukio can we get some ice cream before we go home.” The two had walked near the ice cream shop that they would go to often. Stopping outside the shop, Yukio couldn’t help but say yes. “Of course we can.” Yukio opened the glass door for Yuka; a bell connected to the top of the door rang as he did so. The small brown haired girl walked up to the counter and waited for her big brother to catch up. Yukio pulled out his wallet and asked her what she wanted. Yuka replied with, ‘chocolate chip mint ice cream.’ Yukio bought himself a strawberry ice cream cone with sprinkles.
Sense they didn’t need to hurry home, Yukio decided to eat there so that their ice cream wouldn’t melt. It didn’t take long for them to eat their frozen treats. Yukio and Yuka left the ice cream shop and were once more walking down the sidewalk.

The two weren’t far from their apartment when they came to a stop at a crossing area. The crossing sigh was blinking red, so they had to wait. Once the crossing light turned green, Yukio cheeked both sides of the street, and then crossed the street holding Yuka’s hand. It was then that Yukio’s whole world came to a stop. The sound of a speeding car came out of no ware. In what felt like slow motion, Yukio turned his head and saw a blur of a car coming straight for them. There was no time to do anything. The vehicle seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Then it all happened in a blink of an eye. Yukio pulled his sister close to his chest, an arm wrapped protectively around her. He shoved his other arm in front of them in a feeble attempt to protect them. Yukio closed his eyes and waited for impact but what he wasn’t expecting was to feel cool metal stopping in his hand and the shocked gasp of his sister.

Slowly opening his eyes, Yukio froze in horror at what he saw. His fingers were digging into the bumper of the dark gray car, bending the metal as his hand clutched tightly on it. But that wasn’t what had terrified him the most. Yukio’s gaze traveled down from his arm to the rest of himself and realized that his whole body was engulfed in flames, but not just any flames, but bright blue flames that seemed to wrap himself and his sister in a protective blanket.

At this point Yukio was scared out of his mind. He couldn’t believe what had happened, he was on fire. Actually on fire, and yet not burning. It felt like something out of the twilight zone. It just couldn’t be real and yet it was. The flames then went out, leaving to trace that it had ever been there. Shaken up Yukio looked at the car that almost hit them and noticed that there was no one inside it. There wasn’t anyone driving. That was the last straw; Yukio took a few steps back, Yuka still held to his chest.

He was just about to run when a voice stopped him. “I knew it. I just knew it. If Yuri was still alive then there was no way that the hell-spawn she was carrying would be either. I have to say for a while I thought that dark haired kid was the son of Satan but seeing you proved me wrong. You clearly look like you’re at least a year or two older than him, and the how blue flames. So you’re the son of Satan? It’s nice to meet ya, my name Shura Kirigakure I’m an exorcist of the Order of the True Cross.”