A/N: Do apologize if the update to the first chapter sends alerts out, merely updating and fixing things that I've noticed. Also, do note that I am still trying to get a consistent update schedule to this, so future apologies on any delay if RL rears its ugly head to delay things.
4/23/17: Punctuation, contextual fixes, added bottom A/N along with translations when not present in story text.
In a certain room of the school where the Kuoh Academy Student Council resided, a certain President heard high pitched screams, shaking her head in annoyance at what she knew was to come later.
"There they go again. Getting caught doing their immoral acts," she sighed irritably as she raised a hand to rub her forehead, the knuckles of her hand gently rustling her bangs of ebony.
Sona Sitri was, by all means, a patient woman. She had to be given her position, however, that did not mean she was a saint. She was certainly far from that, even the heiress of the Sitri Clan had her limits.
But for that certain group of boys, Sona considered the fall to the temptation of approving Murayama's request of castrating Issei and his cohorts.
She swore the bastards had been eyeing her when she wasn't looking.
"And does that surprise you still?" A crimson-haired girl in front of her giggled. "You know how they are," the girl drawled as she then moved a chess piece on the board.
"Your turn, Sona."
Sona moved her piece and had claimed one of her friend's own. "You seem to be getting better, Rias," she said, knowing there was no question that she and Rias had a bit of a rivalry going on between them, but they were still good friends.
A simple match between friends.
Rias gave her a smile, "Thanks," she replied before her smile turned into a sly grin, "One day, Sona. Mark my words, I will defeat you," the heir of the Gremory declared, cerulean eyes shining with determination. Ever since she was little, she and Sona had this fierce yet friendly rivalry. In a way, it was fitting for the two heiresses to compete so.
They would subtly compete over everything to see who was better, especially when it came to chess. It was apparent from the beginning that Sona had Rias beat in the realm of Chess, but she knew well enough that the Gremory heiress would not stop until she finally tasted the sweet nectar of victory.
"Maybe," the Sitri heiress finally said, the corners of her lips turning upwards into a soft smile. "But that day hasn't come yet," she continued as she moved her queen, "Checkmate, my old friend."
Rias just let out a sigh as she took the moment to go over their match. "Already had the match midway through, didn't you?" Rias mused before she rolled her eyes.
"That appears to be the case, Rias," the fellow heiress said vaguely, violet eyes glinting with amusement. Still, for all intents and purposes, she was getting better with each match. One day, the heiress would finally have her friend provide the same challenge she did in others in Chess.
"Hmm, well. Don't get too cocky, Sona." Rias commented as she stood to her feet, stretching briefly to get the kinks out from sitting for quite a while as her long crimson tresses of hair swayed gently with the motions. She basked in the momentary pleasure of having a more relaxed body, the bangs of loose hair that framed her face shined from the sunlight that pierced into the room from the window.
"Maybe someone could actually be a match for you," she continued before crossing her arms under her ample chest, accentuating the sheer difference the two rivals and friends had in terms of appearance.
"Hm, maybe," she replied before she cleaned up the board and its pieces. While it was true that Sona was glad she won, it was a victory that did not feel like one. Her friend was getting better by leaps and bounds but she was nowhere near her level yet.
Yet, that was the key word for the President of the Student Council.
The Sitri heiress wanted a challenge, no- craved a challenge.
Once she had been set to be married, but she called it off when her fiancé wasn't able to defeat her in a game of chess. The boy had been nice, courteous and dare she say it, attractive, but Sona made it clear to her parents that she would not marry someone who could not match wits with her, or at the very least, could give her a challenge that would keep her on her toes and make her work for it.
In short, she desired someone who could truly light a fire under her.
That, and she was too proud to admit defeat to anything less.
After she finished with the board, the Sitri heiress went to her desk to look over some documents and requests by the student body and faculty.
"I would have figured you were already done with the paperwork for the day, Sona," her friend teased as a sly grin bloomed on her face.
"Only natural that I get to indulge from time to time, Rias," she quipped in turn, a soft smile on her face.
'Let's see what we have here,' she thought to herself, flipping page after page of forms. It appeared to be the usual with the first term of the new school year. Some complaints here, some requests there, and to top it off requests to organize events. She raised an eyebrow before she nodded to herself, it always warmed her heart to see ambition in her fellow schoolmates.
Then she came to the part where she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Another request by the Kendo Club to hunt down the infamous Perverted Trio and roast them alive in a bonfire. It hadn't even been three days into the new school year and she'd gotten numerous requests like this one, she shook her head ruefully and knew that they wouldn't stop during her tenure as President.
'How glorious would that be to watch those breast addicted perverts to burn at the stake,' Sona thought to herself, her mind's eye already imagining the cries of pain and anguish those three rightfully deserved for dishonoring women in the manner they did. If only she could hear those cries in person, it would soothe the pain she had to deal with in their perverted goals.
But alas, the temptation had to be pushed aside and refused.
With great reluctance, Sona stamped 'Denied' on the request form, her gaze locked on the document as her eyes narrowed. Soon, she knew that retribution would arrive. For now, though, the female population of Kuoh Academy would have to endure the Perverted Trio's existence.
"Another request regarding the trio, I imagine from that glare, yes?" the Crimson-haired Ruin Princess asked, her grin changing into an outright smirk.
Sona simply glared at her fellow heiress in response.
At the least, she could get on with her day. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was a little over eleven so she still had time to rest as her classes didn't start until noon.
The President of the Student Council stretched her lithe form, relishing in the sensations as she saw fit to prepare to leave the room alongside her friend and maybe grab a snack before the next batch of her classes began.
That, however, would be put on hold for the moment as something caught her eye.
It was a folder that had a note attached to it.
She blinked and tilted her head slightly to the side in confusion, 'How did I not notice that before?' she asked herself. Sona picked up the folder and read the note.
Sona, I wish to inform you that we will be receiving a last minute transfer student in the coming days, all the necessary information is within the folder. When he arrives, I request that you show him around and give him a tour of the Academy grounds and ensure that he acclimatizes properly.
Thank you,
Ryoko Sakurai Kuoh Academy Director
"A transfer student?" Sona was confused, trying to recall when exactly the folder had been placed in the past few days but nothing came up to her recollection. This was certainly a very last minute thing.
But who was this new transfer student?
"Oh? Someone actually managed to get in at the very last minute?" questioned Rias as she moved swiftly towards Sona's desk, her curiosity piqued.
The Sitri heiress opened the folder with a flick of her wrist, two pairs of eyes seeing for the first time who was going to be in their care for the new school year.
Several minutes passed in a comfortable silence as the duo read what lay before them, "Sounds like quite the character," mused Rias out loud for the two of them.
Sona couldn't disagree with her at all as she finished her reading, "A foreigner from Europe as well, and from quite the peculiar area," she replied with as she placed the folder back down on her desk.
Rias let out a sigh, "Can't disagree on that, would personally add a bit more emphasis on the conflicts from the nineties," she added as she placed a hand on her hip. "Would you want my assistance in helping our new Senpai get used to the academy?" she asked her friend, cerulean eyes locked on the lithe form of Sona.
"As President of the Student Council, it would be cruel to deny such assistance in helping one of our own. Especially one who would need help in getting used and acclimatized to Japan," Sona said, a demure smile on her face.
Her friend smiled, "Excellent. How about we head to the Cafeteria real quick to get a snack then?" she asked as the pair made their way towards the door.
"I do feel a bit peckish," the heiress of the Sitri Clan admitted as the two friends left the room, a destination set and the rest of the day to look forward.
She only hoped that tomorrow was a good day.
Sona Sitri was not having a good day. She had just about had it with the complaints regarding the infamous Perverted Trio of Kuoh Academy, the amount of sheer grief those three were causing was enough to make her consider going on a hunting spree.
It would save her a lot of time, patience, and sanity. Who would dare suspect the Class President of the Student Council if three idiots went missing never to be seen again? After all, it was well known that while she was strict, she truly cared for the school and its students.
In spite of the desire that tempted her sorely, that was not to be because of her friend and President of the Academy's Occult Research Club, Rias Gremory, had her eye on one Issei Hyoudou. As such, the option remained elusive in spite of the temptation that roiled within her.
However, that certainly didn't take the option away with the other two of the trio.
She shook her head and let out a soft sigh as her gaze wandered momentarily, the Sitri heiress sat by one of the benches just outside the main entrance to the Academy with two members of the Student Council.
Genshirou Saji and Tsubaki Shinra.
Saji was leaning against the tree behind the bench, while Tsubaki sat with her king and friend.
Why were the three outside rather than in? Well, it had something to do with their transfer student coming in today.
The Academy had been notified that he had arrived yesterday and would be able to attend the next. So here they were, waiting for their newest schoolmate to arrive and greet him, as was the duty of the Student Council.
"I still don't get why we have to show the new guy around," Sanji complained over the rustling of leaves as a gentle breeze rolled past. "I don't even know the guy," he continued as he ran a hand through his short and messy blonde locks of hair, letting out a sigh as he kept his gaze towards the road.
Tsubaki raised a hand to adjust her blue, semi-rimmed glasses with square lenses before heading upward to smooth the ebony tresses of hair, pointedly ignoring the rebellious strands of hair within her vision before she looked directly at her peer mate, giving him an icy stare. "Saji," she started as he turned to look at her, "It is the Council's responsibility to introduce him to the Academy. Complaining about it might send the wrong image for Kuoh."
Saji gulped when Tsubaki leveled her stare at him, tearing his gray eyes away from her and back towards the road. It was not as potent at Sona, but it was still potent enough to drive a point through.
"I-I know, but I still don't like the guy." He shrugged, "I just... don't get a good vibe from him? Don't really know how to explain it."
"Saji," Sona said in a warning tone that made the boy cower. Sona was normally a passive person, but everyone knew that she did not tolerate slacking or complaining with regard to duties.
While it was true that she didn't personally know much about really was, Sona couldn't help but remember what she had read in the file. She would be lying if she said she wasn't impressed to some extent. The new transfer had an interesting resume.
Born and raised in the former Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, now the Republic of Serbia, the transfer showed ambition in his education despite the known hardships she suspected of the numerous conflicts that had plagued the region throughout the years, showing aptitude in history and civil engineering. Reaching and maintaining the second spot for several years, managing to have had some manner of education from the University of Beograd before switching gears at the end of high school and applying to Kuoh with his own money and several scholarships that the Academy had in place.
The file hadn't mentioned much about his family, it only had information regarding his application and payment to the Academy, his educational history, a letter of recommendation, and finally a minor blurb on family and photos. His appearance was average from what she remembered when she had laid eyes on the several photos within the folder, with the exclusion of his height, something that in Japan would make him tower over most people.
The fact that the new student needed to use his own money to pay for the costs in spite of the economic hardship within the country he lived in had been in, showed to her that he would be one to keep an eye on if he was this ambitious.
He had piqued her and Rias' interest. No small feat for a mere human to interest the two heiresses.
Sona canted her head to the side as she heard something in the distance thanks to their enhanced senses. "What's that?" Tsubaki asked as the sound drew closer.
"I don't know…but it sounds like a bus," Saji replied, recognizing the sound as a bus if the roar of the engine was to go by.
"A bus? You think that's him?" Tsubaki asked.
"Probably," Saji huffed.
Sona sighed and turned to the boy, "Saji, you may be the secretary of the Student Council but this new transfer student has done nothing to gain your animosity, so keep it to yourself. I will not repeat myself."
Saji, for all his perverted thoughts, understood what Sona was saying despite the gut feeling he had.
"Hai, Kaichou."
Not long after, the roaring engine grew nearer before coming to a stop. To the normal human, it was just a small enough speck, but to the devils, they could see it clearly.
A regular public transportation bus, a local one, that was dropping someone near the Academy grounds.
The roar of the bus' engine faded completely from their hearing, leaving a pregnant silence in its wake. It wouldn't be until nearly fifteen minutes had passed in comfortable silence before the details of the person would be immediate in their enhanced eyesight.
Sona remained silent as she closed her eyes for a brief moment in time, gathering her thoughts as she adjusted her glasses. She idly wondered what expectations her new upperclassman had of the Academy, especially in regards to its facilities. She mentally shook her head, she wasn't one to assume things offhandedly, it wasn't in her nature to do so.
The silence continued without missing a beat as the figure continued towards the Academy before it died a veritable death as several students had finally noticed their presence. It was not every day that the Student Council waited patiently outside of the Academy's entrance, thus it was something to be seen and a crowd had started to gather even as the figure continued its trek forward.
Sona rose to her feet, soft whispers and mutters started to spread throughout the crowd as she all but glided towards the middle of the entrance, blocking the entrance as Saji and Tsubaki stood at her side. Her gaze was firmly locked onto their new schoolmate, the rays of the sun glinted ominously off her lenses for a moment before she adjusted her glasses once more.
He was tall, a sheer foot of difference between their heights if she remembered right. The proof of it was in front of her, that much she could see as his trek continued without a stop. One of his hands was slung over his shoulders, two digits extended that held the padded shoulder strap of a leather strap, more than likely of a messenger bag if she was correct.
"Belojevic-san," she called out, sussing the crowd into silence while the transfer student stopped several feet in front of her, everyone finally taking in his appearance. It was clear to all that he was a foreigner, given his distinctly European features. His face was interesting in a peculiar way, void of any emotion yet alert to his surroundings.
A stoic man if she ever saw one.
A gentle breeze rolled past the entrance once more as the leaves rustled, the unbuttoned dress shirt and blazer of his uniform swaying gently with the wind alongside the hemline of his green shirt. Gunmetal gray eyes didn't flinch as he stared down the trio that stood in front of the Academy's entrance.
"Zdravo. Moje ime je Souna Shitori, ja sam Predsednik studentskog veća. Dobrodošli na Kuoh Akademije," Sona greeted formally in Serbian before she bowed, the duo to her sides doing the same. She mentally grimaced, knowing that her Serbian more than likely was a butchering of the language. It was one thing to speak a foreign language fluently with someone, it was another altogether to do so without the other to do so in the first place to let her devil ability to kick in.
Still, she had taken her time to at least get a grasp of the language, despite how utterly basic it might have been. Sona had a feeling she would be needing it with their new upperclassman, especially if he was one to think or voice his thoughts in his native language by accident.
The transfer student raised an eyebrow, a beat of silence swiftly followed before it was broken. "Hello," he began in the native language of Japan, drawing out the word in a deep baritone voice, "I am Belojevic Dragojev, the transfer student. Please take care of me."
He bowed deeply in return, the ponytail of brown hair whip-lashed with the swift motion as he rose from the gesture of respect.
Her only response to the fact that his Japanese was perfect was a minute raise of her eyebrow, a soft smile gracing her features at the very unexpected but pleasant surprise. Sona had to admit that she was impressed, a foreigner being that fluent in Japanese was no easy task.
"It seems that you speak Japanese well."
Dragojev nodded slightly, "Thank you. It would not do for a non-native to not know or be intimate with the language of the land, no?" he asked, already knowing the answer to his rhetorical question.
She dipped her head in response and still answered the question, "Naturally, Belojevic-san."
The foreigner glanced at the duo at her sides, "Colleagues?"
The heiress nodded and gestured to Saji, "This is Genshirou Saji, the secretary of the Student Council," she introduced the blonde-haired boy.
Saji smiled despite his ill feeling and extended his hand out and towards to Dragojev, "Hi! Name's Saji. Hope we can be friends."
The transfer student extended his hand out without a missed beat, grabbing the offered hand and giving it a firm shake, "Pleasure to meet you, Genshirou-san."
The pawn of Sona twitched before he withdrew his hand from the handshake, satisfied with the answer but still, a bit put off in how formal the foreigner was speaking. Sona resisted the urge to let out a sigh, it seemed that she still had to deal with Saji later when they weren't giving their new upperclassman a tour. She had no idea why her pawn was put off by him, but it would be unbecoming of her as a King and the heir of Sitri if she couldn't resolve the issue.
Sona then motioned to the last of the duo, "And this is Shinra Tsubaki, the Vice President of the Student Council."
Tsubaki smiled politely and bowed, the split bangs of her hair hung in the air for a split second before she rose, a hand following to tuck in a strand behind her ear. Heterochromic violet and light brown gazed into the murky depths of gunmetal, "Hello, Belojevic-san. I sincerely hope that you have a pleasant experience in Kuoh Academy."
Dragojev nodded and bowed in return, "I thank you for your kind words, Shinra-san," he said as he rose to his full height.
"Common courtesy and pleasantries aside," Dragojev began as his gaze landed on Sona, "What is the next step, Shitori-Kaichou?"
She raised an eyebrow at the honorific. Well, he certainly didn't beat around the bush. That was good, it spoke of his attitude well as she nodded, more to herself than anything, "We're supposed to give you a tour of the school and answer all of your questions if you have them," Sona answered. "Then we'll go to the Head's office and get you your schedule."
"Do I have classes today?"
"No."
The Serb only stared at Sona before he shook his head, muttering low under his breath that only she and her two members of her peerage were able to catch thanks to their enhanced senses, "Dobra žalost."
Good Grief if her ability was correct. The slight inconsistency with it is that it did not work with slang or anything that needed prior context to properly understand. In short, it was a literal translation where proper meaning and context could be lost and quite easily at that.
He let out a sigh and nodded, "Lead the way then, Shitori-Kaichou."
The Sitri heir nodded and turned on her heel towards the school with Tsubaki and Saji by her sides with Dragojev trailing not far behind, leaving the crowd to their whispered rumors of the exotic foreigner.
As they walked towards the main building Dragojev turned his head there and that, thoroughly observing his surroundings and the grounds as best as he could. She noticed his slightly lingering gaze on the uniforms.
The uniforms of the Academy tended to be an eye catcher, that much she knew. The male uniform for all intents and purposes was fine and finely designed, the female one, however. She knew that the skirt of the female uniform didn't leave much to the imagination, much to her chagrin but alas, it was something that she and every other girl had to endure now that Kuoh was a co-ed academy.
His gaze, however, changed directions, resting upon the building of the Kendo Club as he canted his head to the side as if confused. "Shitori-Kaichou, what building is that used for?" he asked her.
She came to a stop and turned her gaze fully on the Serb, "The Kendo Club uses it for their Club, Belojevic-san. Why do you ask?"
"It appears I have a…" he trailed off for a second before he continued, "matter to attend to, Shitori-Kaichou. If you'll excuse the delay, this shall be quick."
Sona had a feeling she knew what it'd be, but honestly, seeing it happen with her very eyes would be a good way to make her day improve sharply. She dipped her head, "Very well, Belojevic-san, lead the way."
The foreigner nodded in return, silent as he made his way towards the Kendo Club building, the trio following after him.
"Is it what I think it is, Kaichou?" whispered Tsubaki to her.
The Sitri heiress turned her gaze towards her Queen, noting the barely hidden look of righteous female indignation from the usually serious woman. Sona's eyes glinted with amusement of what was about to come.
Tsubaki giggled and did her best to hide it as the group came to a stop in front of the Kendo Club.
Dragojev rapped his knuckles on the door, patiently waiting for someone to answer.
"Just a second!" came the call from within, the Serb crossing his arms as the sound of rustling and feet moving could be heard from behind the door.
After a few moments, the door opened and revealed two women in their Kendo gear. Their eyes widened slightly at the sight of the tall man in front of them. "Y-Yes?" asked one of them, her pink eyes dubious as to what the apparent attending foreigner wanted.
He uncrossed his arms and thumbed towards the back of the building, "You have a problem in the back, three pests one might say," he answered vaguely.
The two women blinked owlishly at him before their eyes narrowed in outrage at what he meant, "Girls!" the taller of the two yelled in anger, amber eyes burned with righteous anger, turning towards the inside of the building as her brown locks of hair and ponytail whip-lashed with the rapid movement. "We have three pests to deliver righteous female retaliation!" she yelled as a crescendo of a roar sounded off inside.
Dragojev wisely stepped to the side of the door.
What followed was quite the spectacle as the girls of the Kendo Club rushed out with shinai in hand, lead by the two women as they ran towards the back of their building. All was silent for a moment before the cries of the academy's infamous trio carried off into the air.
Sona did truly try to hide the smug smirk on her face, but alas trying to hide the look of a cat who had caught the juicy canary was a futile effort. Didn't mean she'd stop trying but damn it, those cries were akin to a balm that raised her spirits.
The transfer student turned to Sona before he dipped his head towards her, "My business is concluded, Shitori-Kaichou."
"If I may ask, what prompted this action?" she asked.
"Gvožđe se kuje dok je vruće," he responded in Serbian, his gaze on the trio.
Iron is worked when it's still hot. The three of them blinked in confusion at his words.
"Strike while the Iron is hot, would be the translation," he continued before he gestured to Sona, "We can continue with the task at hand."
"Follow me," Sona nodded, turning and began to walk towards main building of the school. Saji and Tsubaki at her side with Dragojev once more trailing behind them. This time, he was closer to the trio.
The group crossed the threshold of the front doors, entering the main foyer as Sona stopped for a moment, turning her gaze to the Serb. "We shall begin the tour here, Belojevic-san, this is the foyer of the main building," she explained.
Dragojev let his gaze roam as the foursome continued onward towards one of the main stairwells. Sona had a feeling that Rias would be preening in pride if she noticed how intently their new classmate was in observing the Academy. She couldn't blame either, really. Kuoh was just as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside, being aesthetically pleasing while at the same time boasting the functionality which all Japanese schools wished they had to ensure all of their staff and students could get the best results of their efforts.
As they continued their tour, Sona began to notice that Dragojev seemed tense if his stance was any indication, almost as if he was expecting something or other to attack him. She filed it away for later, it was either nervousness at the first day or something else. She doubted it was something related to the supernatural, he was a human through and true without any hint of holiness or magic upon him. That immediately shot down any possibility of him being a spy from the other two factions.
"I understand that you are here on several scholarships and your own funds, managing to test in with high scores," Sona commented as they walked.
Saji and Tsubaki wisely kept quiet, letting their King take the reins.
"Yes," Dragojev confirmed.
"Japan has always held an appeal to me and when the chance arrived of gaining a scholarship, I was not going to let it slide from my grasp," he began to explain his reasoning. "As to why Kuoh, the Academy was and still is close to the top of Japan's schools and its experience with foreign students assisted in cementing that choice."
"I see. I must say you chose wisely and Kuoh is indeed lucky to have you within its halls," Sona agreed. "Your test scores were among the top percentile, if I recall correctly, of all of the applicants for that scholarship. Many of the faculty were quite eager to send your acceptance."
"Nothing worth having in life comes easy," the foreigner said, "Despite the effort, I am content that it managed to net me the chance to be here and continue in my path."
"Would it be possible to know what path you intend to walk upon, Belojevic-san?"
The Serb did not immediately answer as they continued the tour, "A path laden with promises I made to myself, many of them highly personal but one that is simple enough to talk about," he finally answered. Barely hidden passion and fervor threatened to break through the veiled depths of gunmetal, "To assist my motherland when the time comes for me to put forth my efforts into."
Sona knew well enough what he meant as she nodded, "Quite the admirable goal, Belojevic-san, the people of Serbia would be proud to be able to count on your efforts to assist your country."
He dipped his head in response while he clenched a fist for a brief moment, his gaze landing on a ring on his right hand, "Thank you, Shitori-Kaichou."
With that, he fell silent as the tour continued.
Several hours later, the group stopped in front of the College Head's Office. The heiress turned to her two underlings, "Saji, Tsubaki, you are dismissed and are to return to your normal duties. Understood?"
They answered in chorus, "Hai, Kaichou," before they bowed to Dragojev once more and left.
That done, Sona turned and knocked on the door.
"You may enter."
Permission granted, the duo entered the office with the Serb closing the door behind him.
"Ah, Belojevic-san," came a lilting voice from the woman who sat behind her desk, holding a folder within her hands, "It is good to see you have arrived at our prestigious academy," she continued as she laid down the folder on the surface of the desk. She steepled her fingers as she smiled politely at the foreigner, "I do hope you have found the tour and all the answers to your questions enlightening."
"Ah, but I digress. I am Daimon Misuzu, the Head of the College Department of Kuoh Academy," she introduced herself as she finally stood from her chair and held out her hand, "It is an absolute pleasure to have you at our academy."
Dragojev shook her hand and for the first time since he had arrived, the corners of his lips quirked up into a very small yet polite smile. "Thank you for the opportunity, Daimon-sama, you and everyone else who chose me will not be disappointed in me," he assured the College Head as he bowed deeply towards her.
She resisted the temptation to raise an eyebrow, the heiress kept her face passive. It was slightly strange to see someone use that particular honorific for her position, along with seeing a normal human be so formal in their speaking. If it weren't for the fact that she had checked him already, she would have pegged him as a noble devil of some manner with an agenda. Nonetheless, it was yet another matter to deal with later as she filed it away and turned her focus back to the College Head.
Sona thought there would never be a day where she'd see the woman smile naturally instead of politely, yet here she was seeing it.
Misuzu's smile widened and dare she say it, possessed a certain warmth to it.
"I had the feeling that was the case and I am heartened to see such commitment to your studies, Belojevic-san," she said as she motioned for the two to sit on the two chairs in front of her desk, "Now then, I do hope that everything is to your liking here."
The heiress and Serb sat down on the chairs, both having wisely heeded Misuzu's order.
Gunmetal Grey gazed into Black before Dragojev nodded, focused intently on the woman.
Sona now noticed that he had never gazed down below Daimon-sama's neckline once. She could understand now as to why the College Head was preening, an ambitious foreigner who had the determination to back his words in not failing her and was not perverted in any shape. Taking into consideration the infamous trio of the Academy and the stereotype of young hot-blooded men, It was no wonder. Kuoh Academy seemed to have gained a massive boon in her new upperclassman if he still kept true to what she had seen today.
"It may take some time but I am certain that in good time I shall be fully immersed into Kuoh, Daimon-sama," Dragojev replied to the woman.
Misuzu dipped her head, "Excellent to hear, Belojevic-san," she said as her gaze landed on the Sitri heiress, "I suppose that Belojevic-san has been a good member of our student body so far, has he Shitori-san?"
She nodded, "Yes, there has been no problems concerning Belojevic-san. At best, I will say that he has the potential in becoming a shining example of a male student at Kuoh academy," Sona judged as she adjusted her glasses. It was more or less fact at this point, the exotic man sitting a few feet away from her had academic role model written all over him. She would have to give herself time to judge if he possessed any sort of combat ability or skill and if he did she wouldn't hesitate in approaching him to have her new upperclassman join her Peerage.
The heiress of the Sitri knew that Rias wouldn't hesitate either, so she would have to strike first before her friend.
"Wonderful. Now, I must admit, Belojevic-san," began Misuzu as she laid her hands on top of each other on her desk, "I am a bit curious as to why you decided to move to Japan and chose Kuoh Academy to attend college, you did after all have some manner of education from the University of Belgrade before finishing high school. In short, Belojevic-san, what compelled you to your decision?"
Dragojev did not answer immediately, having elected to remain silent as its cloak descended upon the room. "I cannot voice much of it because it is personal," he began as he lowered his gaze to his hand, eyeing the silver ring as if reminiscing the past, "but I will say this, it was a promise made to my sister being one of the main reasons why I am here."
Sona noted the way he spoke, all in past tense. There was something regarding his family that had not been included in his dossier and it clearly affected her fellow student and Senpai, she only hoped it wasn't what she guessed it could be.
Misuzu nodded gently after a moment, her long locks of brown hair swaying gently with her nod, "We are most fortunate for that promise then, Belojevic-san, may you accomplish it whole with our assistance," she said, moving the topic to a less sensitive one in a sentence.
He raised his gaze as it landed once more on the College Head and nodded, "Yes, I have no doubt of that. Thank you, Daimon-sama."
Misuzu nodded as she reached out to grab a document and extended it towards Dragojev, "In any case, here is your schedule for this school year, Belojevic-san."
He silently grabbed his schedule, his eyes roaming it quickly before he nodded, "Thank you once more, Daimon-sama," he said as he placed it within his messenger bag. "Are there any textbooks or any other requirements that I may need to procure for my subjects?" he asked as he closed his bag, turning his gaze fully once more towards Misuzu.
"Textbooks have not been a requirement since most of the material and its textbooks can be downloaded from the internet, Belojevic-san. We at Kuoh Academy have the utmost desire to make the best of our resources, considering the costs, it was decided unanimously to have all the textbooks for current and future editions of all classes to be made available online," answered Misuzu, explaining the circumstances, "Naturally, however, we do have a library fully stocked if you wish to have a physical copy in your hands. One can either buy it or borrow it."
Dragojev nodded, "Is there anything else you wish to discuss, Daimon-sama?"
The woman in question shook her head and rose to her full height, "Again, it's been a pleasure to meet and have you here at our Academy, Belojevic-san."
He nodded as he and Sona stood, "The pleasure is mine," he replied in turn.
Misuzu smiled once more, "I hope your first day tomorrow shall be a good one, Belojevic-san."
Dragojev nodded and as one, the pair left her office with the College Head's gaze lingering on the foreigner.
Once the doors closed, Dragojev took a deep breath and exhaled softly. "Još jednom u boj," she heard him mutter under his breath. She blinked at that, 'Once again into the fight'? That didn't really make any sense, mentally shaking her head at the probable lack of context.
He turned towards her, "Thank you for the tour and for your time, Shitori-Kaichou. I sincerely appreciate it and please extend my thanks to Shinra-san and Genshirou-san for their assistance," he said as he looked down at her, her violet meeting his gunmetal gray eyes.
He broke their gaze as he bowed deeply, it was still peculiar to see a foreigner be so utterly formal. Idly, she wondered the reason why he spoke and behaved so distant and formal. Most foreigners she'd met in the Academy were lively and friendly, having a tendency in ignoring honorifics and being more...touchy-feely as one boy had put it.
"I imagine that you have your own matters to attend to, and so I shall continue exploring the Academy grounds. By your leave, Shitori-Kaichou," he said, jarring her from her thoughts as he rose to his full height, turning as he made to walk away from her.
"Aren't you going to get lost, Belojevic-san? After all, You have just seen the grounds only one time," Sona asked, more out of duty than actual concern.
Dragojev stopped and turned to face her as he took a phone out of his pocket, "No," he began to answer her question, "I have the school's map and layout on my phone. While the tour in a way was...inefficient," he hedged before he continued, "I do appreciate the thought and effort put forth into it."
Sona stood there stunned as she heard his words, trying to comprehend it in her current state of mind. This...this whole day she spent giving him a tour was for nothing? That stoic asshole just wasted her day for his own amusement?!
"Not to say that the tour was useless, Shitori-Kaichou," he smoothly interjected anything she might have said as she paused, a verbal lashing on her lips primed and ready. "It may be one thing to become familiar with the grounds via a map but one does not become familiar with the way of the land, its people and culture with a map of all things," he explained as he arched an eyebrow, "Wouldn't you agree?"
Sona blinked at his explanation, seeing the utterly flawless logic of it as it made complete sense. The tour may have been useless in terms of where things were but it showed him everything else. The social hierarchy of the Academy within the student body, what was considered proper and not, how students interacted. Everything that one could observe from their surroundings, the Serb in front of her had seen with a keen and very attentive eye.
Oh yes, Dragojev Belojevic was certainly someone to keep a close eye on. She could only imagine how Rias would react in learning the very thing she had been floored with just now. She resisted the temptation to smirk at the look that would be on her face.
She'd pay money to be there and watch the beauty of that unfold before her very eyes. She'd make sure to be there.
"Yes, that would be correct, Belojevic-san. I have to say, I am impressed," she answered, complimenting him at the same time, "Not many are that observant."
"Thank you, Shitori-Kaichou. Before I go exploring, would you know what building the…" he trailed off as he tried to remember something, clicking his tongue. "The Occult Research Club?" he hedged before nodding to himself, "Yes, would you know what building the Occult Research Club uses?"
"I do, I can lead you towards it but may I inquire as to why you are asking?" she asked, curious as to why he would pick Rias' Club of the numerous ones the Academy had. She turned and headed towards the stairwell, their new destination in mind as her fellow student walked alongside her.
Paranoia would have said that he was a hidden devil but reason punted it to the side, even the Sitri heiress knew that a devil could not truly hide their energy to appear as a normal human without magical aid, something that he clearly lacked. It was why despite the ceasefire between the three factions, individual fights still occurred all over the world.
Sad as it was, that was the reality of the moonlit world they all lived in.
"The supernatural and mythology is something I have always had an interest in since I was a child," he answered, "One could say that I have a deep-seated interest in continuing that during my stay here, as well as expanding my knowledge with the mythology and supernatural beings of Japan."
She nodded, easily seeing his reason and internally gleeful at what she hoped to see when Rias would realize how peculiar and interesting he truly was. She knew for a fact that she and her entire peerage would be in their clubroom right now.
"Additionally, are there any groups or clubs dedicated to Chess or board games along that line?" he inquired as the pair continued, crossing the threshold of the main building's doors.
"While the Academy does not have an official club dedicated to that sport, there are a few dedicated aficionados who do enjoy the challenge of it," she smoothly replied as her eyes landed on the old school building, the corners of her lips quirking up for a brief moment as she spotted Rias looking through the window.
She blinked and canted her head to the side, silently asking her who was she escorting.
Sona shook her head in answer, the desire to not spoil the surprise ultimately won out.
"Ah, I see. Would it be possible for you to introduce me, or at least point me in their direction? I may not play it much but it is one of the few ways I relax with a good match," he replied.
She turned her gaze on the foreigner, arching an eyebrow before she smiled softly at him, "I am one of them and Rias Gremory is another one," she revealed as she gestured towards the still present red-head looking down the second-floor window.
"Gremory?" he asked with an arched eyebrow, almost as if he was surprised at a familiar name before he turned his eyes towards the window, gunmetal gray finally meeting cerulean ones. Anything he might have asked in addition died upon his lips as he stared blatantly at the Crimson-haired Ruin Princess.
Sona arched an eyebrow, hiding a smirk with the knowledge that even the stoic foreigner had been moved by Rias' beauty. She was comfortable and secure with her looks and knew that her friend had won the challenge of physical beauty hands down, so it wasn't something she had to be insecure about.
The moment passed as the woman broke eye contact and moved away from the window.
Dragojev shook his head slightly, "Sorry, Shitori-Kaichou," he began, "She-"
"Belojevic-san, there's no need to apologize, I know well enough about the beauty of Rias. Especially with how someone who's never seen her before might be in awe of it," she dismissed his words with a wave of her hand.
He shook his head, "It's not that, my mother country has no lack of beautiful women. It's something else entirely, I…" he trailed off as his brows furrowed before he sighed, "I can't put it to words. My apologies, Shitori-Kaichou, I shall apologize to Gremory-san when we meet."
Her hidden smirk disappeared from her features, her mind running through several possibilities. Was he capable of sensing the supernatural? If that was the case, why had he not reacted to the three as he just did earlier? Was it relating to Rias' Power of Destruction? There were too many questions that surrounded Kuoh Academy's newest student, and not a lot of answers that were forthcoming from the stoic man.
She mentally shook her head, deciding to file it away in the increasing size of the numerous mysteries there were about the man at her side. "Think nothing of it, Belojevic-san, now lets head inside," she waved off his apology as she opened the door to the building, crossing the threshold with Dragojev still at her side.
"Is this building used for anything else?" he asked as he glanced at their surroundings.
Sona shook her head, "No, this was the old school building before the Academy revamped itself fully into what it is now. It's mainly used by the Occult Research Club," she answered as they ascended to the second floor, their steps echoed through the near silent building.
"I am surprised that no other club has decided to use the school building," Dragojev replied as he glanced at the numerous empty rooms.
"Most students think that since the schoolhouse is old, it's haunted," she said before she scoffed, "Naturally, that is not the case and so the Occult Research Club enjoy the benefits of having a building all to themselves," Sona revealed as she stopped in front of the door, turning her gaze towards the taller of the two. "This is the room where the Occult Research Club meets and if I'm correct, they should all be here now," she explained before she knocked on the door.
"Coming!" came a gentle voice before the door was opened, revealing a woman with a soft look upon her face. "Ah, it's Sona-san and…" she trailed as violet eyes landed on the tall man at Sona's side, her gentle features shifting into one of innocent surprise. "Ara ara, quite the tall one isn't he?" she asked the heiress.
"Belojevic-san, this is Himejima Akeno," Sona took advantage to introduce Rias' Queen to the foreigner, "Akeno-san, this is Belojevic Dragojev, a last minute transfer student," she continued as she introduced Akeno to their new fellow student. "Before further introduction are done, is Rias and the rest of the Club in?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, please do come in," the gentle looking woman said as she stepped aside to let the duo enter the room. Sona closed the door behind her as she let her gaze land on Dragojev.
The features of the room were certainly eye-catching for a new person, especially so for the tall European at her side as his gaze roamed past the other occupants of the room.
Even Rias had noticed how he scanned the room as she arched an eyebrow.
Interesting, she mused to herself. More than likely he had surmised possible escape routes and had taken stock of the room itself. Candles provided dim lighting, casting shadows even with the numerous furnishings, all in all, it had the feel and look of a victorian mansion as if it was ripped straight from the past. Naturally, that excluded the shower built into the back of the room.
His gaze had stopped on that one, arching an eyebrow as if confused and she swore he nearly canted his head to the side to decipher the purpose of it inside the room.
Sona cleared her throat, jarring the man from his now outright and perplexed stare of the shower.
She saw Rias' peerage remain in their seats, while Rias herself sat comfortably in the center of the couch across the same piece of furniture whose back was facing her.
"Belojevic-san, this is the Occult Research Club," she gestured as Akeno moved towards her King, apparently having elected to remain standing.
"Everyone, this is Belojevic Dragojev, the last-minute transfer student to Kuoh," she introduced the Serb.
"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, please take care of me," the stoic man said before he bowed deeply towards the group.
Two sets of eyes gleamed.
One was full of curiosity at the one who had immediately scanned the room's in and outs, and more than likely ways to defend himself should it be required. She knew that not many humans were that cautious and Dragojev was one of them, the way he carried himself intrigued her. She did enjoy unraveling mysteries after all.
The other was a mixture of curiosity and mischief despite how her gentle appearance portrayed her to the world, she knew well enough that most of the student body believed her to be the pinnacle of what a Japanese woman was about. A shining example of a Yamato Nadeshiko, the epitome of the idealized Japanese woman. She, however, did enjoy teasing others, and this man who carried himself with the air of stoicism and near-permanent cautiousness, well, that would make it far more enjoyable to her in peeling the layers around such a person.
As such, the heiress of the Sitri Clan knew instinctively that the two Great Onee-Samas of Kuoh Academy certainly had their curiosity peaked in the man before them.
A/N:
What Sona said was purposefully made with google translate to show that her Serbian was rough because of how short the time she had gotten to learn it (Less than a day), which speaks wonders to her intellect in grasping a language by herself, in spite of how broken/rough her speaking it may have been.
"Zdravo. Moje ime je Souna Shitori, ja sam Predsednik studentskog veća. Dobrodošli na Kuoh Akademije." translates to: "Hello. I am Souna Shitori, the President of the Student Council. Welcome to Kuoh Academy."
"Još jednom u boj." translates to: "Once more unto the breach."