Full of Hate & Dread

It's practically old news when a teenager tells others how boring schools are, and how almost every single teacher is out to grab and rip their tongues out. Students were practically bred with sayings that enforced how cruel the world was, and how it was based on the premise of "every man for himself." If anything, it was a dumb saying and Renzo will have no damn idea why it's so popular among teenagers; to hate school, to hate life and all that. Ironically, Renzo adopted that philosophy too. He promoted slacktivism by never participating in any activities, just having his legs kicked up onto a seat and letting others do most of the work while he also simultaneously picked his nose or something. He was, in one word, a hypocrite.

At this point though, who wasn't a hypocrite? People tell others how it is when they disagree, but the moment they conform to the opposite thoughts they forget how they felt a moment ago. Renzo was different. He knew when he was contradicting himself and always acknowledged it mentally, destroying any self-worth that he may have had in the past. There was always a tinge of destruction when his words were nullified by his own words, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. Everyone was a hypocrite, he'd repeat. But the ability to realize his hypocrisy and learning from it made him different.

In all honesty, Renzo didn't understand why he felt that way. Being brought in some traditional household with a history of generations that hunted demons, nevertheless, was still obstructed at the moment of his conformity. He was like a flower taken care of to extreme expenses, looking colorful; bright; and just perfect. But when he lacked the ingredients to maintain that perfection, his structure just crumbled down. It was like being a pyramid and having all the levels stacked away one by one until it reached ground level. He didn't like it.

Renzo sat alone at lunch with his feet on the table, both legs crossed over each other in a deliberate fashion. His head was pulled back and being supported by two of his arms, looking leisurely as possible. Covering his ears was a pair of headphones, obscuring any unwanted noise from interacting with him (if they're human) or from just annoying him (if they're just sounds). He hated how loud children were during lunch. Was there really any necessity to shout at the top of your lungs? It's like a bad chain effect. People talk loud, others talk louder, other groups talk louder, and it goes on forever until it becomes an absolute mess or someone yells 'shut up' through a microphone.

The food was stale on the table laying right next to his slender legs, untouched and uneaten. Renzo didn't really like the food here. He's been trying his best to like it, but none of it was really to his liking. The music blaring through his ear equipment changed to a cheery one, and he just bobbed his head to it. His eyes were shut to keep others away from him if bobbing his head alone wasn't weird enough to scare them away. People had odd senses of curiosity. At least some enough to poke him in the shoulder to make sure he was okay.

Teenagers screamed. Teachers yelled. Foods dropped. Everything was annoying, yet the only thought Renzo could bring up was his lifelong goal to destroy Satan. Sadly, to reach him, he had to destroy one of the demon's products--his son, Rin Okumura. The guy's been missing for a while, and Renzo questioned himself why he stayed behind. Somewhere behind his heart, he felt that the half-demon child would return to the town as if nothing happened. And when he does come back, Renzo will take the chance to give him the message.

"Um, excuse me?" A voice spoke into his mind, ignoring all the destructive sound booming from his headphones. It was like someone spoke to him telepathically, and he freaked out a bit at first, almost falling onto the ground but luckily gaining composure. He took his headpiece off to be met with the noise of children again much to his displeasure. There was a girl standing in front of him, dressed in a uniform with some personal touches to it. She was short and okay-looking, standing straight to probably look feminine as possible and to show off her... whatever thing she was trying to show off.

"Do you need something?" Renzo asked a little harsher than he intended for it to. The girl frowned like she was offended, her bottom lip pouting a bit. She began to repeatedly dab her index fingers together at the tip, red dyeing her cheeks. Renzo was confused at first, but he did get it afterwards that this girl was trying to flirt with him somehow. He looked her up and down once more to access it, then just clicked his tongue once. "So... you just gonna stand there?" he added. Was this girl going to go all telepathic again? He hoped not. It stroke at his brain like swords clanging against a metal pipe.

"I... I just... thought that maybe you could take me on a date?" she said in an annoyingly girly way. Renzo shifted a bit to sit a little bit upright.

"I don't even know you." he replied bluntly, taking a sip from his water bottle that was sat on the ground next to his seat.

"You could get to know me...?" she insisted.

"No thanks, I don't date conceited whores who think they deserve everything." He turned away to his original position, closed his eyes, and put on his headphones back again. The exorcist could practically feel the girl stomping away back to her table in anger, probably telling her little buddies about how much of a douchebag he is. Renzo didn't want to come off as a douchebag, but some had to be put in their places. He sighed, just wishing for this day to already be over.

Renzo could feel the outdoors rain shrouding him in some kind of gloom even though he was inside, and it was a bit... depressing. Every little raindrop signified the sweat and work he poured into his work as an exorcist, almost his entire life dedicated to the cause--to kill Satan. The music continuously blaring through his eardrums veiled the noise of the rain, but he could still feel each individual thumping channeling through his chest. It felt like someone was beating an instrument against his heart repeatedly, and it hurt. The good thing about rain was how soothing it felt, but its significance felt like it was doing the opposite. Renzo was uncomfortable.

The amount of students in the cafeteria at this time was unbearable that he couldn't lock himself in his own world if it weren't for his nifty little headphones, and even then he could hear the muffled versions of their voices just yipping and yapping about nonsense. Renzo was usually a laidback guy, and he still is, but he didn't know much people in this school despite how long he's been waiting and attending it to get a chance at finding Rin. The music changed into a little depressing one, and he opened his eyes to pick up his player. He scrolled through his list of songs and chose one that was a bit more upbeat. There was just no need for depressing music.

That's when he caught a glimpse of the returnee, Rin Okumura, his target and the prized son of Satan. Renzo didn't know how to initiate himself for the first time, just sitting there with a dumbfounded expression as the demon child acquired food ad tried to look for some place to sit. A part of the exorcist wanted to give Rin a seat right next to him, but another part of him wanted the kid dead. It turned out the exorcist didn't have to initiate anything at all as he saw the boy walk closer to his table. Nonchalantly, Renzo closed his eyes and pretended to be absorbed into his musical fascination. Was it his pink hair that caught Rin's attention? Probably, considering its state of popping out within the crowds.

Rin didn't say anything and just sat down, probably out of politeness for Renzo's little session of songs. That was very nice of him, but... odd for someone who was the literal spawn of Satan. The exorcist expected something a little more vehement, a little more aggressive, but this boy didn't look like he was that abnormal aside from his few minor physical traits. He genuinely acted like a normal human boy, and Renzo began questioning his motives for hunting him. Sure he was the son of Satan, but was Satan really that into taking care of any stray children that he may have bore into the world? The exorcist was... curious, but he decided against saying anything yet.

He saw the sword next to Rin's bag, and Renzo would notice that anywhere; Kurikara. It was a well-known sword among the exorcists as one of the most powerful against demons. But it didn't make sense for a demon to have it, did it? Unless the boy was hunting for demons the sword wasn't all that useful. Sure it did damage, but its priority were demons, and Renzo just couldn't help but feel confused at the corner of a single squinting eye. Yet he still refrained from saying anything. He just subtly watched the demon eat his food quietly, though not as quietly as he wished.

Renzo finally had to say something to break the ice, taking off his headphones and leaving it hanging around his neck. The music lowered down, not that it was needed in the first place. His kuk'ri laid right below him on the ground, untouched. Clearing his throat, the pink-haired exorcist began to speak. "Nowhere to sit?" he asked with a smile, covering any hidden motives behind his happy-go-lucky expression. It was a facade to trick Rin into letting his guard down, but real nevertheless.

Renzo put his legs down from the table, tapping gently on the floor to a nonexistent beat. His eyes were glinted in almost the same exact color as his hair, except maybe a little less brighter. The stale food stayed in front of him, so untouched that a random fly was convinced to hover around it like a relic. It even sat once or twice on it, but Renzo paid no mind to it. He wasn't going to touch the food yet. He'll probably dump it in someone's mouth who had the ability to digest food in extreme rates, like a walking garbage disposer. That's what he called anyone that was willing to take leftovers and get rid of it. Dogs tend to be walking garbage disposers.

He looked over at Rin's tray and saw that his foods were different. Not that much different, but different nevertheless in school standards. Renzo stared at it for a little longer, glancing back at his own sometimes before sighing. He put the tray to the side with his arm, the object gliding and squeaking very lightly against the table. He definitely was not in the mood to eat right now, especially when the spawn of Satan sat in front of him in his most vulnerable state. Renzo smirked inwardly, a variety of Rin's image being skewed in negative and positive ways. It was sickening. But it would result in the end of his work, and that was what's important.

Renzo couldn't help but chuckle a little bit when Rin jumped at his voice. It was like a little child playing with his toys, completely into his own world of imaginations, until the parent comes by to pull them out physically. Their eyes met each other and the exorcist kept up his smiling facade a little while longer. They weren't friends--opposites actually, but the least Renzo could do is be polite beforehand. He waited for the demon to reply, whom proceeded to dab his face with a napkin. The boy also had... manners of his own, something that deviated from the typical demon. "No, of course I don't mind!" he replied cheerfully. "You can stay all you want. It was getting lonely at this table anyways."

Renzo may not like the other teenagers that layered this cafeteria, but one thing he could definitely admit to was solitude wasn't the answer. His foot made contact with the rattling chains on his kuk'ri laying on the floor, but not loud to grab anyone's attention. His feet were shifting for odd reasons as if they had a mind of its own. As an act of friendliness, he scooted his seat closer to the table with his head balanced on top of his cupped hands. He sort of looked like someone's boss making grim decisions during a meeting of some kind.

"The food?" Renzo shrugged it off. "The food's alright, I guess," he lied. "I'm just not that hungry today." He would have to fill himself up with actually adaptable food at home instead of this garbage. In all honesty, the school's food was great. Compared to other schools it was almost outrageously good, but still very much subpar to homemade ones. Renzo would rather be eating his mother's little dumplings than a four-star looking steak from school and that was the truth of it all. His was kept straight with his new-found position.

His hair fluttered a bit as Rin introduced himself. Renzo nodded with a wide girn on his face. "I'm Renzo Shima."

Renzo observed the demon child a little further, trying to analyze him in ways that made him something that... wasn't demonic. Rin seemed to behave far from a typical demon, and that was very interesting to the exorcist, at least enough to bring him closer to investigating through social interactions. One thing was out of the normal, and that was definitely Rin's state of consciousness. He looked tired like he went on a long roadtrip. Did he just return from wherever he left off to? Frowning, Renzo tilted his head in curiosity. Rin was just intriguing to him in ways that he never seen before. A demon, but also not a demon--it didn't make any sense, and this is coming from someone who prides himself on what of the best demon killers of all times.

School was still a prison for all children, spending their days learning something they're not interested in for a chance to get a job that they may or may not get in the first place. Renzo was smart, but he was never book-smart. He excelled in everything that had to do in exorcism and the art of killing demons, but never did he had to practice fucking arithmetic or learn how to expertise himself in quantum physics (what even is that?). School just wasn't a priority to Renzo--hunting demons was, and there was one right in front of him gathering attention that was more positive than negative. Rin wasn't demonic at all, acting like a normal teenager with eating his food and all. It was almost... painful to think that he'd have to kill this guy.

In all honesty, the introductions they both made were... awkward, but bearable. Renzo didn't know why he didn't have his kuk'ri right up against the demon's neck, threatening to kill the boy if he didn't release the information of Satan's location if the boy even was aware that his father was Satan, that is. He had to be, how else would other exorcists know that this boy was the spawn? If this boy was human he would have had a great life without the possibility of having a sword at his throat, but here he was living a life that seemed impossible for any demons so long as Renzo's family was around to keep hunting.

"No, I'm not new. I've been here for a while," he lied again. The boy came fairly recent, sometime after Rin left the school. With the assumption that he would be back, he attended it up until now. "You probably didn't see me around that much. My hair used to be plain black," he admitted. Now that was true. His pink hair wasn't natural. It was the product of a dye that he used to cover up the blackness of his hair. He thought black was just too dull as a hair color. He wanted to spice things up, so he sprayed some layers of pink on it and boom, here he was with an array of flamingos splattered on his head. Figuratively speaking, of course.

"How about you? I haven't seen you before," Renzo said. "Are you returning from somewhere?" he asked. He had to act like he didn't know the boy at all by asking stupidly obvious questions. Naturally, the demon child wasn't in Karakura. Naturally, the boy left to do something of his own. But knowing those things as a labelled stranger would not look good whatsoever. Rather suspicious, actually. Renzo just continued to look laidback and friendly, never dismissing the smile on his face. It turned degrees every moment, but it wasn't dramatic or anything. He just looked friendly.

It seemed like time was already going by quickly. The people that once littered the entire cafeteria wasn't there anymore, only a trail of trash was left where they stood. Custodians walked about trying to clean the area, much to their chagrin. Renzo frowned in sympathy for them, but didn't have the heart to stand up and help. At least not while Rin was standing in front of him in all his vulnerability. The best part about an almost empty cafeteria was the plethora of noise dying out, completely squashed out of the room with their mediums--the people. He was extremely happy his primary source of annoyance was gone now. Now he could focus purely on the demon spawn in front of him.

It only just came to Renzo that they were practically yelling at each other to just have a conversation. Their voices were constantly drowned out by foreign noises. It was one of the reasons why Renzo's mother would tell him to always take off his headphones when he speak before he would instinctively speak louder than he should, possibly giving heart attacks to elderly people with very weak hearts. He did not want to give any old men or women a stroke for just wanting to listen to a slightly rebellious teenager. So, his headphones stayed hanging about from his neck, a cord connecting to his pocket where his music player was tucked in.

"Yeah, the school is pretty huge. Did you see the database for the school centuries ago? Pretty insane how it looked back then. Everyone was normal," he explained casually. Apparently four hundred years ago, this school was filled with normal humans. Nowadays it wasn't odd to see cybernetically enhanced humans or those with some kind of natural gift. Renzo partially was jealous of them. He learned his skills through blood and sweat, but they all gained their powers by genetics. It also made him a bit mad. The difference was that Renzo had unkept potential inside of him. He's just way too absorbed in killing Satan and finishing off his son.

The exorcist was glad that Rin was very oblivious to his true intentions. Renzo was always good at putting up a mask, like playing a part in a broadway musical. The boy has always been laidback and nonchalant about everything, making jokes in the most awkwardest of times. But he was also serious in his job to eradicate demons off the face of the year--it was what his entire life was dedicated to and he wasn't going to just throw it away for the sake of humanity. He has killed many, too many, but he learned that to fight against monsters one must also become one. That philosophy was engraved into his mind fresh and clean, outshining every other viewpoints that he may have had. Personal feelings were put aside. That mindset was there, almost permanently stuck.

Speaking of hair, was Rin's hair naturally dark blue? It obviously wasn't an odd color when there are people with teal-colored hair or rainbow-colored hair (literally a splash of color in their strands). Still, it didn't hurt to know whether his hair was natural or not. Maybe it blended in with the colors of Satan's flames that were... blue. Everything about Rin was blue now that Renzo thought about it. A sly smirk crept on his face as he shook his head to himself momentarily. He pulled himself out of his thoughts and brought it back to the game.

One last slam echoed within the cafeteria and Renzo looked to see that it was now finally empty. Completely, with anyone to utterly annoy the shit out of the exorcist. He was now able to remain happy, at least for this session of time. Soon, he'll have to deal with them once again. "Europe, eh?" he asked. The churches over there were proficient exorcists, and it was odd they didn't sense Rin over there. Shit, it was the European side of exorcists that discovered Rin's existence so why they couldn't track him was an oddity. Renzo will have to contact them sooner or later about his goal to eliminate the boy right now. It had been... a year, almost, since he spoke to them.

"A famous chef?" Renzo's eyebrows raised up questionably. "You can cook?" he asked. It wasn't asked because he was surprised the guy can cook--many men could cook better than even a household-bred woman who was fully blown out of proportion in femininity and motherhood. What made him ask the question was Rin's genuine passion for something that broke away from typical demons. He had to keep repeating to himself that this guy was the spawn of Satan. The very child of the demon who murdered many, who slaughtered and butchered those into submission. Rin had to die.

Suddenly Rin made a proposition to go on the rooftop with him. Renzo didn't want to go to class or anything, so he nodded at it. "Sure, why not? If you can ignore the rain, I guess." The drops outside were not fierce or anything, but still very much there. It looked very sad. It seemed to be predicting some oncoming onslaught, and Renzo was unsure how to think of that. He picked up the kuk'ri from beneath him, holding it upright. It was a weapon with rattles on the ring, like a cliche monk's weapon. The weapon wasn't magical or anything, but it was the medium to harness Renzo's abilities and energy.

Fixing his jacket, he stood up and walked right past Rin. He looked back, and smirked. "Let's go then, shall we?" This could be the only chance to get Rin alone and interrogate him, violently. Renzo had to take this opportunity to torture him for information then outright eliminate him. That would be one less problem for an exorcist to deal with, and he could finally leave this dreadful place to focus on finding then killing Satan. He had to do this. Now.