Hiya there, I'm Haze, Vorpal's counterpart. Just want to put something out before I start anything.
The supernatural doesn't exist, at least not during this time period.
Everyone in Issei's harem, except for Roseweisse (Maybe), Rias, Akeno, Kuroka, and Koneko, will be in their first year of High school.
"Speaking"
Thoughts
[Spoilers (DxD & Nisekoi) Ahead, Read At Ur Own Risk]
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:|: Day One: How Does One Fake Love? Part I :|:
Issei, the apparent heir to the Sekiryuu Clan, dragged himself through his school's hallway. Man, first day back from break started out the worst possible way! His yakuza "friends," not that he disliked them or anything, were rather clingy and drove him to school with their scary and scarred-filled faces. The only reason he wasn't as scared as the people who hid their faces, was because he was so damn used to their scary faces! And that's a lot of faces! He ruffled his already messy hair in frustration and pretended to be oblivious the stares and whispers.
It was rather hard with all the people around him doing it. He sighed again. There was nothing he could do. And he wouldn't try either. He only hoped that his teachers won't be suck-ups...
However, as awesome as that sounded, he only wanted a normal life. With that, he would strive to reach his best at school so he could go to his dream university, whatever it was... He sighed at the fact that even though that was his "dream," he couldn't remember the school he wanted to go to.
Bringing up his "dream," he absently thought of the strange lock that was always hidden within his shirt. I still can't remember who that girl was... The lock was given to him was from some girl and the promised he made with her was also forgotten. I can remember the most of words clearly, yet why can't I remember the girl?! He sighed again, making his way up the stairs.
He pulled out his locket and faintly admired it. I wonder if that girl remembers me...
Mid-step, Issei saw that a shadow covered him. Looking up, curiously, he was dazzled by pure black hair and two bouncy objects that were planted on the girl's chest. Her breast were a great feast to his eyes. The bright purple eyes widened with some emotion he wasn't sure of. Panic? The bread, covered in strawberry-jam, from the smell and color, fell from her almost too cute face. It wasn't until he noticed that her legs weren't moving as if she were walking that he realized that she was falling.
-Falling on me.
" "Oomph." "
The girl quickly got up and walked away, leaving only a sentence as an apology. "Sorry, I got somewhere to be!"
Issei only muttered to himself, wiping away the gel from the girl's toast, in vain, as it only stuck to his hand. "Geez, that girl didn't even bother helping me up or anything!" He cupped between his legs. "Imagine what would happen if her knees hit 'home'!"
Issei paused for a bit, still a bit dazed. But, what if... Issei drew up scenarios, rather perverse scenarios. "Eheheheh..." If my hand fell 'accidently' upon her oppai-
"-Yo Issei!" A blond male called out to the boy who was weirdly laughing, snapping Issei from his thoughts. "You got blood all over your face. You okay there?" Issei smiled gently.
If he could rely on anyone to have his back, it would be the pretty boy, Kiba Yuuto. "I'm fine, Kiba. Some of the 'blood' is jam. I just-" Forget those scenarios, why would I even? He grew enraged, "A girl fell on me and ran away!" Even though, Issei called Yuuto by his last name, he was on good terms with the boy. It was only by an impulse that he called Yuuto by his last name. "Her toast even fell on me!" He began to tear the red jam from his face. He flinched all the while. It stuck to his hair and skin and it hurt to take it off.
Yuuto sweat-dropped and tried his best to honest while being nice. "I think all girls would do that if I was the yakuza heir." He pulled out a handkerchief from within the Kouh Academy's uniform vest and handed it to Issei.
Issei only grumbled in return, offended by the whole affair. "Apparent heir..." Using the white handkerchief, he barely got the jam off.
"-Hyoudou-kun, are you okay?!" It was Argento Asia, his crush, and the most innocent person he has ever met, who dotted with him concern. She's so beautiful... Her blond hair reached down to her lower back with a strand of hair angled up and back. Her green eyes always carried warm emotions, one just had to pause before looking at the angel.
"I'm fine, really-" He was going to argue more but he saw the proximity of their faces. He felt his face burn and his ears redden. Whoa, she's so close... Maybe the injury wasn't all that bad!
"Here let me put this Band-Aid on you." Asia, on her toes, closed the distance with the band-aid she pulled from nowhere and gently placed it over his nose. If Asia put this on me, it'll heal in a minute! "There, all covered."
Time slowed for the both of them as they caught each other's eyes. Asia smiled gently as sparkles of cuteness filled Issei's vision.
Issei-kun...
Asia-chan...
Yuuto, all too aware of the situation, looked at his watch and sighed. "Hey, we better get a move on." It was only them three in the hallway.
" "R-Right." "
However as they were walking, Yuuto gave a nudge to Issei with an all-knowing smile. "Good for you."
Issei only muttered back, flustered, "Shut up!" Damn you, pretty boy!
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Issei having only a few minutes left before class began, drifted in the memory of Asia's hand on his face and how close she was to him. He grinned all the while. At this day wasn't all that bad...
Without Issei's knowledge, the door clicked and the bell rang, signifying the beginning of the class. The teacher, often referred as the "mature beauty," walked in, pushing her glasses up. Standing by her desk, in front of the chalkboard, she got the attention of the class. "Okay, class! Today we got a transfer student." The rather young teacher pointed towards the door. "Come in, Amano-san."
A feminine voice responded, "Hai."
As she walked in, the boys and girls of the class stared in utter shock. She's beautiful! Issei, however, had yet to wake from his daydream. "I'm Amano Yuuma. I'm half-European but, as you can see, I can perfectly speak Japanese, so don't be hesitant to talk to me. I look forward to meeting all of you." She tilted her head, knowing the effect she had, and smiled, cutely.
"W-Wooooooaaah!" The classmates yelled together, instantly dazzled by her beauty. "She's so cute!" "She's hot, dude!" "What is she? A model or something?" "I've never seen such a woman!"
The teacher, as if such reaction was normal, asked Yuuma to take a seat. "Why don't take an empty seat?" She pointed somewhere around... Issei. Nodding, Yuuma began to search for a seat.
Eh, what's all this noise about? Is it Masuda and Motohama again? Looking up from his seat near the back, he caught familiar black hair. Isn't that... "Eh! It's you!"
Yuuma pointed at herself. "It's me?"
"You fell on me!" Issei accused her of falling on his baby-soft body. He got up from his desk and made his way to the front of the class. The classmates stared. It's the yakuza guy! Oh no!
"Eh? I wasn't trying to! It was on accident, geez!" Yuuma retorted, her beloved face twisted in a frown. Her huffed dignifiedly and looked away.
"You barbaric girl, you didn't even help me up or anything!" He was highly offended by that fact, and comically thrusted his hand at her direction, accusingly. He would help her up if it were the other way around.
"Who are you calling me 'Barbaric'?!" She yelled back, awfully embarrassed at such a name. "I said I was sorry!" The classmates in the background only watched with their full attention. The new girl knows the yakuza guy?! It seemed that everyone thought they friendly and such banter was normal between them.
"Your bread and all its jam fell on me! It took forever to get off!" He retorted, remembering the stinging pain he felt as he tore off the sticky jam.
"So that's where it went..." Yuuma mumbled aloud, she was rather hungry at the fact she didn't get to finish it.
"That's all you got to say for yourself?" Issei deadpanned and just let the subject drop.
He began to move towards his desk when Yuuma responded. "Look... uh." Yuuma stopped and looked around, only to blush with how many people were looking at her. God, this is so embarrassing! She also stopped at the fact she couldn't continue if she didn't know his name.
"Hyoudou-san..." A girl's voice whispered out to her.
She half-assed an excuse and hoped to let the whole situation to drop. "Look, Hyoudou-san, I'm sorry, I didn't have my watch or phone on me to see the time. I thought I would be late." Yuuma paused at her confession. The whole class was paying attention, the teacher wasn't excluded. She smiled inwards and let out a timid, and cute voice. "I didn't want it to be embarrassing... I-I... I'm sorry." However, in reality, she did have her phone on her. She was wanting for the call.
Issei blinked a few times as he took in the sound of her voice. He frowned at the fact that he looked like the bad guy. His reputation was probably falling lower than before. "It's fine, I was just surprised..."
"Okay how about this..." The teacher started.
-H-
The whole class was rearranged and near the front was Issei and Yuuma, next to each other. " "Eh?" "
"Hyoudou-kun, I'm counting on you to help Amano-kun." The homeroom teacher, Hihara Kyouko or Kyouko-sensei, as her students like to call her, cheerfully "asked" Issei to assist Amano on getting used to the school.
What Issei or Yuuma couldn't understand was why they were together after the spat they had.
[Lunch]
Issei was making his usual way to the tree near the old school building, when he was looking fondly at the bright sky. The clouds were mere waves as they moved slowly from his position on the ground. The tree before him was large, bushy and had plenty room for a group of friends to sit in shade. That was, if he had a group of friends...
He glanced up at a windowsill, tearing his gaze from the heavens. More often than not, Issei caught the eyes of one of the top beauties of Kouh Academy. Beautiful... Gremory Rias was the name of that beauty. Her distant teal eyes had always caught his attention and her luscious crimson hair was so hypnotizing. She was only in her second year of high school yet she had such a big reputation. However, she doesn't talk too much to anyone but the second beauty of Kouh Academy. She turned away and another familiar face took her place.
A black haired woman named Himejima Akeno looked at him with curious eyes. And she was the second beauty of Kouh Academy. This is the first time I've seen her this close. Issei noticed her hair was held up with an orange ribbon in a bow. However, he did see why those two were the most beautiful woman in Kouh. And he mentally memorized them.
Akeno just smiled seeing the man. He wasn't ogling her, maybe perhaps a bit but she was beautiful, she knew. And he didn't seen to have the yakuza aura that people said he had. No, he seemed just like a normal boy. It reminded her of her best friend, Rias. Rias, Akeno knew, only wanted to live normally. Perhaps if she did, maybe I wouldn't be alive.
Issei stood starstruck. What was with his luck today? He caught the eyes of Rias and Akeno. He wasn't sure how to feel besides curious. Issei always wondered why did she stop when he would stand, sometimes just to wait for her, and look back him. He was a nobody, unless counting his yakuza background. Even then, his looks, he would begrudgingly admit, was normal at best.
But even with that small moment, Issei felt at peace. It made him feel awfully funny in ways couldn't understand.
"Yo, Issei-kun, looking at Buchou as always." Oh right, Kiba has 'Occult Research Club' with her... I'm so jealous! Stupid Handsome!
But still he did wonder, what was all the staring about? "Hey, Kiba, why do you think she's always looking back?"
Yuuto, in return, only smiled and shook his head. He wasn't sure either. Or, at least, he didn't have enough evidence for the reason he thought it was. "I don't know, Issei. I don't know." Glancing at the windowsill, he caught the eyes of Akeno and nodded. Akeno, in turn, smiled, and took her leave.
"Aw, Kiba, I wish I could use the kitchen during lunch! I would serve everyone and no one would look at me weird!" Issei groaned as he laid back against the grass, in the shade of the tree. And mayb get girls while I'm at it...
"Issei-kun, when will I be able to taste your cooking?" Yuuto always did wonder how was Issei's godly cooking? At the same time, he was teasing Issei. There were already enough rumors of things Issei would never imagine. And wouldn't have since the Doujinshi that sold by the hundreds already have most of them covered. Across the world...
"Damn you, Kiba, you already have the cooking of girls waiting for you." He pointed somewhere behind the tennis courts where a line of girls with extra lunchboxes were blushing as they listen in on their conversation.
"...Did you hear that? Kiba-kun wants to taste Hyoudou!" "Oh! I don't think I've read that one!" "I've got it right here!"
"Eh?! What the fuck?!" Issei jumped from his favorite spot and shooed the fresh prince of Kouh away. "You bring too much commotion to my spot, I don't like it. Leave." Where the fuck did they hear that?!
Yuuto smiled, and added more fuel to the fire, "Ah come on, Issei-kun. I'm sure you taste good-"
"-No! Just, NO! Go, shoo to your fangirls!" Issei was sweating bullets. The last rumors had just died down! "I don't care if you don't have food! Get them from your followers!"
"But Issei-kun-"
"No!"
"Ise-"
"...Do you think Kiba has the pants in the relationship?"
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Haze: Vorpal dared me to make a story... I'm not losing the bet. Even though, he did dare to make a bet with me, he did help me make an awesome filled story with me, saying how I couldn't do it by myself. Tch, that guy, s.m.h... I'll show you!~
Also, I'm a really, REALLY slow "writer," so please don't expect too big of an update or fast updates. With the bet on the edge, I will edit... a little... Maybe... lol
Um... Did you like it? I know it's really similar to Nisekoi so far but I'm just doing introductions, and it was perfect how it was already laid out in the manga/anime.
I know this was short but... I don't know, I'm a forgetful person...
"So until next time, please stay on your merry way!" (See, Vorpal, I can make one too! Lol)
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