Love 18/100 My Human

Glancing down at the chessboard that sat upon his desk, Mephisto couldn't help but glare at it. He had thought he had a plan, everything all written down and perfect for whatever came next. But every time something was starting to go according to plan, something changes and he has to deal with it. What the cultist did this time was not something anyone saw coming, and what they did was break the young boy. 

He had cried for hours on end, everyone of his neighbours as well as the police outside had heard his cries. It was amazing what a cry full of nothing but sorrow could do to a multitude of people and how it could affect them, even Angel had to glance away from the boy, his face twisted into that of utter guilt. He could have stopped it, but he didn't, and now the boy was alone in the world. The exorcists and the police had tried to take him away from his parents's body, but to no avail, he absolutely refused to be moved. Mephisto ended up vouching for him, and sat there all night watching over the boy as he slept in-between his parents body. His tear stained face was a sight he never though he'd see on the normally happy boy, his eyes swollen and his voice undoubtedly horse from all that crying he had done until he fell asleep. Mephisto will get chewed out for this, but as he had stated before, he didn't do things that didn't mean something for him. If it benefited (y/n), it benefited him. 

He looked like a child to the headmaster, seeking his parents warmth and protection, all while cuddling Amaimon, who was now a hamster, in his arms. Mephisto had draped a blanket over him, and didn't sleep a wink, making sure the boy didn't wake up and tried something. He has seen it before, humans so desperate and so filled with sadness that they try to take their own life. 

When (y/n) awoke, it was a hassle getting him away from his dead parents. He fought bravely, until Angel held him behind, telling him to wake up and realize that they were now gone and he won't see them until his own time comes. As cruel as it was, Mephisto had to hand it to the blond, he had handled that well. Angel had held onto the saddened boy as he mourned, muttering a little prayer under his breath to comfort him. The prayer didn't hurt him, but he had to take his hamster brother and leave the room since it made them uncomfortable. 

The door to his office opened, as Angel walked in. Turning his eyes away from the chessboard, the headmaster took in the bags that were under the blond's eyes. He hadn't slept at all, not that he could blame him. (Y/n) hasn't been himself since the death of his parents, and the funeral was to come in a couple of days. "You look horrible." The headmaster commented, turning to gaze back down at the chessboard. He didn't care that the blond noticed the chess pieces and their design, he could bitch and moan all he wanted, but right now Mephisto needed to come up with a plan, something that could turn all of this around so that they could finally get back at the cultists and put a stop to all of this. 

"I think it's time... That (y/n) finds out about his true parents..."

This had caught the headmaster completely off guard, as his head snapped back up to stare at the blond as though he had grown two heads. Did he really say what he thought he had said? Was he finally going to confess everything? Looking away, Angel took in a deep breath, holding a melancholy expression. "Get the boy in here... When I come back I'll tell you both everything I know..." He slowly told him, turning on his heel and taking slow strides towards the door. Mephisto watched him with wide eyes as he walked off, watching him until he disappeared from sight. Mephisto sat there in pure silence for what seemed like hours, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Was Angel really going to tell him this time? No excuses? No interruptions? Nothing at all? 

There was only one way to find out. 

Reaching towards his cell which sat on the far end of the desk, he picked it up and quickly dialed the number. He didn't need to think hard to know where (y/n) was, it's obvious that he hasn't been attending classes or even leaving his bedroom after the incident. It only took a couple of rings until someone on the other line answer. 

"Yukio, bring (y/n) to my office as soon as you can," the purple haired male told him. "There's something the boy needs to hear..."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

He sat there with the other counsel members, his face held a neutral expression, completely different from his normal, calm one. The soft smile he would normally hold was now long gone, as though he were mourning. 

This sudden change didn't go unnoticed by the other counsel members, as they waited for him to speak. He had called for a meeting, wanting to talk about the final verdict of (y/n)'s case. He had been the one in charge of watching the videos after one of the other members confessed that the boy did nothing but spend time in class, with friends or staring up at the ceiling and sleeping for hours. The decision laid within his hands, he could decide if the boy was executed and deemed a threat to them, or be used as a weapon for the Vatican and be allowed to live. 

Lifting his head away from the table, he gave them all a nod in greeting, to which they returned. The clocked ticked on by, as they sat in silence. They didn't know how long they had been there, but they needed to be patient. Sasagawa was the most trusted member, skilled beyond belief and very wise, so whatever decision he made will be followed through and through. 

"I've decided that the boy is of no threat, and his skills are beyond amazing," Sasagawa began, ignoring the counsel's shocked expressions. "Therefore, he will be used as a weapon for the Vatican, just as Okumura Rin." 

"But," one of the male members began, clearing his throat before he continued. "Are you sure of this, Mr. Sasagawa?"

Sasagawa just nodded, lacing his fingers and resting them onto the table. There was no way they could refuse, especially since they've all given their word to follow his decision through and through. After what happened with those rebels of the cult, it was obvious what his decision would be. They all heard about how the boy fought to protect his fellow classmates, turned a demon against one of the cult members and even lost his parents in the process. The Vatican had no more proof to use against him, and Sasagawa made sure to keep quiet about Amaimon and his hamster transformation. The other members glanced at one another, before nodding in agreement. "It's settled then," a counsel woman spoke. 

"(Y/n) (l/n) will not be executed..."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

What was he doing there? Don't tell him there was more bad news to be heard. (Y/n) heaved a sigh in exhaustion, ignoring the glance Mephisto sent him to make sure he was alright. He was tired, not just physically, but also emotionally. Every night he dreamt of his parents laying there, sheet covering them as their voices rang in his mind. 

It's all your fault. 

You didn't save them?

Why didn't you help?

How could you let this happen?

It had gotten to the point where he would spent countless nights away doing his homework, reading or just staring blankly at his ceiling. Amaimon would turn back to his regular self and sleep next to him, holding him close and burying his face into the nook of (y/n)'s neck. The young teen wouldn't lie, the cuddling was very much welcomed, especially since he needed someone there with him to stop his mind from wondering. 

The sound of the door to Mephisto's office had snapped him out of his thoughts, as he turned his head to watch as Angel walked right in, a small bag in hand as he closed the door behind him. It wasn't long before he lifted his head and spotted him, blue eyes meeting with (e/c) ones for the first time since the incident at the young teen's childhood home. Angel just sent him a nod in greeting, before walking up to the couch where he sat. Mephisto placed his pen down and stood from his seat at his desk, taking a small file with him as he made sure his phone was on silent, before walking towards the single person's chair. 

(Y/n) couldn't help but raise a brow at them in confusion, turning to glance at Mephisto, before glancing at Angel, then back at Mephisto. Minutes passed by, with the clock echoing all around them, neither of them saying anything at all. After a long while of silence, Angel took in a deep breath, before finally speaking. "I know that this is a very difficult time for you, but there's something you must know..." He began, trying not to allow his voice to waver as he began his story. This boy, this precious young boy, was going to hear it all. "(Y/n)," Mephisto suddenly butted in, as the boy turned to him with furrowed brows. "There is no guarantee that you will like what you hear, so please tried to listen with an open mind." 

Angel cleared his throat, making sure the other two were paying attention, he finally began. "(Y/n), you are a gift, the greatest gift your mother has ever given, And I am sure you know that, correct?" All the young teen could nod in confusion, not really sure where the blond paladin was going with this. Fortunately for him, he wasn't the only one, as Mephisto sent him a raised brow. Taking in another breath through his nostrils, Angel finally got to the point. "Your parents, Mei and Touru Hibiki, are not your birth parents... They adopted you after your mother was killed by a demon..." 

They both watched as the young teen's eyes widened in shock. They were joking right? Why would they say such a thing? What were they getting at? As though reading his mind, Mephisto leaned over and placed the file he had with him onto the teen's lap. (Y/n) was so confused, looking down at the file before sending the headmaster a raised brow, as though to question him. "Read it," Mephitso told him, his face as serious as ever, all the while the two exorcists watched intensely as (y/n) opened up the file. 

(Y/n) felt his heart fall to the very pit of his stomach. 

"These are..." He mumbled, shaking his head as though not wanting to believe it. No, they were lying. This was a joke, it has to be. But the stamp on the paper said otherwise. 

They were his adoption papers. 

"(Y/n)..." Angel began, feeling himself grow more and more guilty by all of this. No, now was not the time to be feeling sad or guilty, he needed to tell the boy, he needed to let him know. Putting on a serious face, the blond paladin stared down at him from his own seat at a single person's chair in front of the boy. "Your mother, a very beautiful woman by the name of (m/n) (l/n), met your father and fell in love. It was a normal relationship, they were both very happy people, but not everyone agreed." (Y/n) lifted his head and gazed deeply into the blond's eyes, feeling his heart break when he noticed that the man was telling him the absolute truth. "Your father was a great man, an exorcist through and through who had made it to the title of Paladin. But there was one man who disapproved of him, and he is the very reason your mother has passed on..." 

"You're Joking... Right?" (Y/n) asked, expecting to see the man nod and send him a smile, with Mephisto agreeing. But all he received was a serious look and a shake of the head, causing his heart to ache realizing that they could be right, he could be adopted. 

The people that had taken care of him, weren't even his real parents. 

"You have a long bloodline of exorcists and priests within your family, there have even been ancestors that have married and mated with a number of demons," Angel explained, watching as both Mephisto and the young teen stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers. Should the Vatican know about this, who know what they'd do to him. "You are the only living child and heir to your family's fortune, and because of your grandfather, you have demon blood flowing in your veins which probably enhances your skills..." As he started, he took out a book he had from within the bag he had brought with him, placing it down before him. It was a photo album, a very beautiful white one with elegant designs and detailing. As his eyes began to examine the book, his eyes stopped at the silver plaque with the words (m/n) (l/n). It was his mother's name, his birth mother's. Opening the book, he met with a beautiful sight. 

Long, flowing (h/c) hair, bright (e/c) eyes so full of life and a gentle smile. A woman, holding a bouquet of roses, as some of the petals flowed around her, the light of the sun hitting her just right to make it looked like she glowed with her pure white dress. But what caught his eyes the most were her eyes, they held a certain emotion he never thought he'd see in a face so similar to his own. They held love, and a strong kind, one that a woman would give a man she wishes to be with for the rest of their lives. "Your mother was still just learning to be an exorcist, until she met and fell in love with your birth father. They wanted to get married, but one thing led to another and she was pregnant with you before he could propose. Your parents were happy, but your grandfather was not. He wanted your death, and your mother ended up arguing with him."

"A child born of a normal human woman, but there's something more isn't there?" Mephisto asked, his tone coated with nothing but seriousness. He was normally never like this, you would think he'd be over the moon with intrigue and joy that he was finding all of this out, but it was actually quite the opposite. He was sort of angry that he had no idea, and hadn't learned this sooner. "Your grandfather, who is a child born of a human and a demon, was so angry with your mother that he placed a curse on her." (Y/n)'s eyes widened, as he turned away from the picture of the beautiful young woman to stare at Angel. "His curse is what lead to your mother's death... And your current skills..."

"What... Did he do?" (Y/n) asked, his voice just barely above a whisper as he turned the page. Pictures upon pictures caught his eyes of the woman, in different places, different clothes and poses. In her exorcist uniform, a true cross uniform, a bathing suit, a Sunday dress, and in each one she smiled either at the sky, or at the camera. 

"He made it so that demons would target her, but it wasn't like you. She was their kill target, and as amazing of an Aria and Doctor as she may have been, she was never really safe." Angel told him. "Your father made sure she as well as you, who was still forming in her belly, were safe. She stayed at his monastery, and always made sure there was at least one strong exorcist with her at all time."

The more pages he turned, the more he noticed how she changes. Her hand would be on her belly, and sooner or later the belly would grow and grow, her smile brightening as she stared down at her belly. "They had been fine for the duration of her pregnancy, but after your birth, when you were just five months old, your father went away." Angel continued, looking down at his clasped hands that sat upon his lap. "He was told that he needed to go on a specific mission, since it's been a while since he's listened to the Vatican. But once he left, it happened. Your mother was attacked in the middle of the night of a rouge demon, she had done everything to defend herself but... She sacrificed herself to save you, using her body as a shield when the demon came close to your crib..." 

'The Vatican... Of course.' (Y/n) thought bitterly, as he turned the book, only to be shocked at the sight of a familiar man, holding him when he was a baby in his arms, and having a bright smile on his face. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn up and down that this man was...

"Is my dad... The one who saved me?" (Y/n) asked, not once taking his eyes off the picture. The man, he had seen him throughout his childhood, the very same man that visited his home, and the one who wold always spend his visit with him just playing and talking about God knows what. 

Angel pursed his lips, he squeezed his eyes and kept silent as he took in a deep breath through his nostrils. It was then that Mephisto knew, he knew that Angel had lied to all of them back then, to cover it up. "You lied, didn't you?" Mephisto mumbled, receiving a nod from the blond and a confused look from (y/n). Minutes passed them by until Angel finally told him. "Yes, your father was the one that found you in your mother's arms. He feared he'd never be able to protect you, and that he had to get you away from your grandfather. It wasn't long before he had them do a holy ritual for you, to negate the curse. But in the end, all he did was turn it around, you attract demons but instead of them wanting to kill you... They want to protect you..."

"D-Does my grandfather know... I'm alive?" The teen turned away from the picture to stare at Angel, eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. He didn't know how to feel, his parents were killed by vengeful demons, only for them to not be his birth parents? His biological grandfather cursed his mother because he didn't want him to be born? His biological father threw him a ritual, then put him up for adoption? He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it... 

But he did...

Angel nodded, sending the carpet a scowl as he squeezed his hands. He hated the man, and he hated it even more that the bastard had the audacity to call himself an exorcist and go visit his daughter's grave on the death of her anniversary. "He has no clue, as if I'd allow him to know. Who knows what he'll do to you upon finding out." Angel muttered. "Your father.. He made sure you were safe and sound, and had everything you needed to help you grow up in a healthy environment."  

"His name." 

"What?" Angel asked, surprised at the serious and stern tone the boy used. Lifting his head, he met with dull (e/c) eyes, showing him that he wanted to know, and was determined to know. 

"My dad. What was his name? Did he really love me? Why would he just abandon me?" (Y/n) asked, trying hard not to believe that he was such a nuisance to the man that he'd just be abandoned so easily. 

Angel then stood and stretched his arm to place it on the boy's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Your father loved you more than you could ever imagine, as did your mother and as do I." He began, feeling himself smile softly when the boy lifted his head to gaze up at him with those familiar, (e/c) eyes he was used to seeing. "You were not put up for adoption because you were unwanted, you were put there and given to a very trusting family because you are loved. Your father risked it all for you, his job and even his title for you. He gave up the right to be your father and gave it to another man, because he wanted you to be away from the stress and cruelty of the Vatican, but you've witnessed the hardships of being an exorcist yourself, and have even dealt with the loss of your adoptive parents." Angel told him, seeing the boy nod in understanding. "You are a precious child, and we didn't want any harm to come to you, we will never want that. You are loved, and your father loved you very much, even if it pained him every time you two met, especially when he heard you call another man 'dad' instead of looking at him. But your happiness and safety were top priority to that man..." 

"But, I can meet him, right?" (Y/n) asked, turning to look up at him with desperate eyes. "I can meet him, my dad. He'll be okay with meeting me, right?"

Angel stayed silent, not sure how to tell the boy the news. He already lost his adoptive parents, how would he react to knowing that his biological parents are also gone from this earth? "Your father... Is deceased..."  

Mephisto, who sat silently listening, caught on to what Angel was saying, and his eyes grew wide. He never knew, and after all these years of knowing each other, he never knew of the boys existence. How would Rin and Yukio take the news? Angel nodded, before finally, finally revealing the truth. 

"Your father was a great man, known as Fujimoto Shiro..."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Drip. 

Drip.

Drip. 

It had begun to rain, but it seemed to suit the day very well. It only added to all the sadness, as the young teen stood there, Amaimon in his hamster form sitting on his shoulder, as he gazed down at the two tombstones before him. They were regular tombstones, burried in the back of a church where the rest of his family were. 

Or should he say, where the rest of the Hibiki family was buried. 

This wasn't the burial ground where his mother and father were buried. His mother was on the other side of town, and his father, he had no idea where he was buried. "You'll catch a cold if stand there in the rain." 

Turning, (y/n) watched as Mephisto sent him a small smile, holding his signature umbrella over his head. "Come now, don't look so saddened. Life goes on." Mephisto began, trying to cheer him up. He was never really good with such troublesome things, they weren't really his things. But he knew he'd gain nothing if the boy stayed saddened and mournful, and feeding him with rage or telling him to avenge them would not end well. Many demons go for that sort of thing to feed off of, but it never ends well for the vengeful humans. 

After a few more minutes of silence, with people, neighbours and close family friends saying their last goodbyes, the boy finally spoke for the first time since the ceremony started. "Can you... Take me to see my real parents?" He asked, taking the demon by surprise. He was very good at doing that, not that Mephisto minded, it was never a dull moment with him. "I... I want to meet them... Just once, I want to visit them..." 

Mephisto couldn't bring himself to tell the boy no, not when he was making that sort of expression,. When had he grown to care for him? He was just a human boy, skillful and very delectable to the sense. But what he used to fell, that lust he had once had for him, it changed. He saw the boy as something more than someone to pounce on, he saw him as a young child. And that's what he was at the moment, a lost little boy in need for guidance. He didn't want to become the boy's guardian at first, but seeing him like this, how could he refuse? Reaching over, Mephisto pulled the boy in closed, amazed that Amaimon didn't try to bite him or growl for touching him. Then again, he knew his brother felt a sort of love towards the boy, a love that was different from his. The two stood there, with Mephisto holding the boy close with one arm, as he held the umbrella up with the other. (Y/n) let out soft, inaudible whimpers. How had he done it? It baffled the headmaster to no end. 

How is it that (y/n) was able to make even Mephisto fall for him, and feel nothing but a love and need to protect him from harm?

Glancing up, the purple haired demon couldn't help but let out a small, bitter smile. 'Look and what your son's done to me... Shiro...'