AN: Dated September 1, 2017:
So anyway, I had this really weird plot bunny in my head, and I wrote this a few months ago. It's been collecting dust in my storage, so I thought that I should upload it instead.
AN: Dated May 21, 2017
Seriously Orochi-senpai and now this!? Damn, I really have to stop smoking that shit from Uncle Juan.
CRACK WARNING!
The Shinobi, the epitome of stealth and trickery, now humbled by the ever present threat of death. He was falling, looking at the person who had thrown him. With one last ditch attempt, he threw his kusarigama at the ledge, attempting to hang on. But he fails and only plummets to his death.
But he wakes up and finds himself in a strange room, the night sky making it too hard to see properly. At first, he was scared of the unfamiliar surroundings and design. And then he was confused on why he was wearing this weird gown and not his traditional shozoku. He then heard a noise from the door and decided to feint unconsciousness. He controlled his breathing and relaxed, but kept his ear active to whatever these strangers had to say. He hears the door close, and could count about two people in the room.
"Doctor, how is the patient?"
"He's in stable condition, though it was hard to stop the bleeding on his torso and shoulder."
"What sort of monster would inflict such wounds on an innocent young man like him?"
The Shinobi wondered why they were referring to him as a young man, as he recalled that his age was somewhere in his late thirties.
"His clothing and equipment are questionable, but we have yet to identify his background. We'll make sure to ask him once he wakes up. Did you bring the clothes for him?"
"We were able to get his measurements, so the clothes I obtained will fit him well. I also brought his equipment, like these amateur smoke bombs and whatever."
"Good, just leave them here for now. We still have other tasks to do."
The Shinobi waited patiently for the two to leave. He heard the door open then close, he slowly opened his eyes to see that they were finally gone. He immediately takes off his gown, and takes out the clothes left in the bag. He was confused at the strange looking tunic, trousers, and loincloth but knew that he had no time. He successfully puts on the clothes and frantically starts searching for his beloved kusarigama. As soon as he found it, he then heard a sound from the door and panicked, he stared at the window and grit his teeth.
The nurse walked into the room, only to find the patient's gown on the floor, and a broken window. She frantically ran to the phone and rang someone.
"Security! There's been a breakout!"
Meanwhile, the Shinobi jumped from roof to roof. He was climbing and jumping over walls as he used his super sprint to get as far away from that place as possible. He paid no attention to where he was going as his first instinct was to escape. But he soon runs of stamina, and takes a rest by the garden, in front of a koi pond. He looked at his reflection on the water's surface and got the shock of his life.
His face was youthful, like that of an adolescent. It did not carry the weariness or the age of someone his age. Did he suddenly become younger? He looked almost sixteen from his reflection. More importantly, what was this strange place? Why was he in that building? What happened to his shozoku?
While the Shinobi dwelled on these mind-boggling thoughts, he hears a growl as he saw a Japanese man, shirtless with dragon tattoos, he was wielding a katana. Other men also joined him and quickly surrounded the Shinobi.
"Am I being a bother?" The Shinobi asked calmly.
"Oi, you're trespassing Shuei Clan premises! And you know what we do to trespassers."
The Shinobi sensed conflict and tried to calm things down.
"Would it suffice if I leave right now?" The Shinobi asked while motioning to leave.
"You're beyond the chance of escape boy, let's teach you a lesson." The supposed leader of the group grinned.
"So this is where I fight you then?" The young man said while getting into stance.
"Wait, wha-"
The leader was then interrupted by a flying kick from the adolescent, sending him to the water. The youngster then punched another man and roundhouse kicked him.
"Gang up on him!"
Many of the thugs tried to surround the boy, but he suddenly goes wild as he began to flail his body, spinning around and hitting multiple people. The thugs were knocked back, giving the boy a chance to down them. The Shinobi punched and then kicked one of them in the gut. He then used his smoke bombs to seemingly phase through his enemy's attacks. But one breaks through and he gets stunned for a bit. The gang memberd then jeered at him, with the Shinobi realizing that he needed to be serious. He then drew his kusarigama and twirled it, intimidating his opponents.
He throws it one of the thugs and hooks onto him, he pulls on the chain and rolls forward, doing a kick and back flipping off him. He then throws his kusarigama at another nearby enemy, and pulls him over, before kneeing his face. He then saw another enemy try to strike him, he dodges and deflects the attack, then suddenly phases himself behind his opponent and kicks his back.
The Samurai fought fiercely for his life, seeing no escape from this, as he endlessly punched, kicked, and struck through the crowd of thugs. That was until...
"What's with all the commotion!?" An angry voice called out.
"Boss! " The thugs shouted in unison.
The group of thugs stopped and groveled, leaving the Shinobi as the only man standing. He saw a cranky old man step from the porch to the garden, wearing a scowl as he didn't even glance at the thugs.
"Why are you all gathered here so noisy!? Some of us are trying to sleep!"
"Boss! It's that kid over there! He's trespassing our territory and we were trying to teach him a lesson!"
"From what I see here, it looks like he was the one who taught you a lesson!" The old man quipped.
The old man then approached the young man, with one of the thugs shouting.
"Be careful boss, he could be an enemy or a spy!"
The young man tried to steel himself, puffing up his chest and standing straight, not showing any weakness, much to the displeasure of the thugs.
"Oi! The boss is approachin' ya! Get on your knees and show him some respect!"
"It's fine." The old man said before facing the teen. "What's your name boy?"
"Isaku, Isaku Ichijou." Isaku said curtly.
"Don't fool us!" one of thugs sneered. "We know that you're lying!"
Isaku then pointed a kunai at the thug, silencing him.
"I would NEVER lie about my family name." Isaku growled.
"You have to admit that it is a little hard to believe." The old man snorted. "I am Issei Ichijou."
"Mere coincidence." Isaku replied nonchalantly.
"You expect us to believe that it is mere coincidence that you have the same name as the leader of the Yakuza?" The thug scoffed.
"Enough with that." Issei said before turning back and walking inside the house. "Come inside, we'll talk some more there."
This shocked the thugs and Isaku, who dumbly decided to follow Issei inside the house. The thugs tried to block his way, but Issei gave another disapproving look, causing the thugs to recoil in fear and let Isaku pass unharmed. Isaku looked at the comfortable and pretty walls of this traditional home. He saw Issei enter a room, and followed. Issei sat on one end of the traditional japanese table and gestured to the other seat.
"Come, have a seat."
Isaku sat down on one end of the table, as Issei then took the kettle and poured some tea into his cup.
"Tea?"
"No thank you." Isaku declined politely.
Both sat in silence for awhile, before Isaku motioned to stand up, but Issei then said.
"Oh don't go just yet, I was just going to ask you a few questions."
"If it ceases hostilities between us then I am willing to cooperate."
"Hostilities? Oh that! Nah! You seem to be a rather well-meaning young man, just in the wrong place at the wrong time! In fact, I can see a bit of myself in you. Confused but savage when cornered."
"So I am free to go then?"
"Well that's all up to you." Issei smiled. "You can walk out the door, or…"
Isaku waited for the pause to end.
"You can come work with us."
Isaku was taken by surprise by the sudden offer. He had just beaten this man's whole household and yet, he was given such an offer.
"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you are insinuating." Isaku said while tilting his head.
"I have seen that look in your eyes before, lost, confused, nowhere to go. I bet that the moment you walk through that door, you'll have no home to go to."
"How would you know?" Isaku said while furrowing his brows.
"I would know, because I was once like you." Issei said while relaxing a bit. "But I found my place here and I hope to do the same for you."
"What does someone like me have to offer?"
"Boy, you just scaled over our secured, ten foot walls without alerting a single guard to your presence until you reached the very heart of our mansion. I'd say that you have the necessary skill set."
"I feel like this is something I should seriously reconsider."
"Well, you have until tomorrow to consider it. That's if you have a place to sleep in of course."
He had him there. Isaku had nowhere to go, this world was too foreign for him to lad any sort of job with his set of skills. He needed a base to rest in and observe from afar, so he could come up with his own conclusion.
"Okay, I accept your offer."
"Ah! Wonderful! You start your work tomorrow!"
"So what do you require? Espionage? Theft? Info gathering? Assassination?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there young man, I'm not really after those. Instead, I have something else for you."
"… What is it?"
Night passes and morning comes, with Raku waking up from bed. He yawned and smacked his lips, still recovering from his moment with Kosaki the day before. He shrugs and begins to get ready for school. He puts on his uniform and jacket and rushes out of his room, only to be greeted by his father and another stranger, also wearing his school uniform.
"Dad… Who is this?"
"Oh him? He's a relative who came to visit!" Issei said while slapping the stranger's back. "Introduce yourself!"
The stranger bowed and said.
"I am Isaku Ichijou, nice to meet you."
"Isaku here needs to finish his studies, so I took the liberty of sending him to your school!"
Raku looked confused for a second before turning to his father once again.
"But I don't recall having an—"
"Neither did I but look at him! Doesn't he look a tad bit like me when I was young doesn't he?"
Raku leaned forward a bit closer, and saw a fire in Isaku's eyes, causing him to shudder as he then commented.
"He does have your ferociousness…" Raku admitted.
"See? Now what I want you to do is bring your cousin to school so that he won't feel lonely on his first day!"
"Uh sure!" Raku said before passing Isaku and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Come on! I'll show you around!"
Raku and Isaku then exited the Shuei premises with the gang members shouting.
"Good luck in school Bocchan!" They all screamed happily.
Though this confused Isaku a bit, he shrugged and continued to walk with Raku. Isaku then put his bag over his shoulder and went his way.
Back at the house, Issei enjoys a nice cup of tea and one of his thugs comes up to him and asks.
"Are you sure it's safe to leave Bocchan with that man?"
"We made an agreement last night, and knowing him, he will not break it."
"I want you to be a bodyguard for my son." Issei put it shortly.
"But why? I'm quite sure you can do that with your numerous lackeys."
"But not one of them is smart enough to infiltrate a school and blend in. That's why they're lackeys." Issei responded before sipping his tea again.
"So why me?"
"To cut it short, my son is faking a relationship with another girl and he can't afford to be found out." Issei said curtly. "A certain bodyguard has been bothering him for quite some time, and I'll need someone with your fighting and espionage caliber to keep him occupied."
"Fair enough, but I'll do it under one condition."
"Name it."
"I bring my kusarigama when I fight."
Isaku and Raku walked down the road, the awkward silence killing Raku, as he could not think of something to start a conversation. He glanced at Isaku, who really resembled him save for a few features. Isaku had jet black hair, with brown eyes. His eyes were… sleek, cold, they had the look of cold-blooded killer, which reminded Raku of the stories of his father. It seemed that this person was almost unfeeling. He wore a brown jacket over the school uniform and had strangely large sleeves, which stood out for Raku, which prompted him to ask.
"What's with your sleeves?"
"Oh these? Compartments, storage for my personal belongings." Isaku explained.
"That's a bit weird, what would you need those for?"
Isaku sensed a shift in the air as he sensed the tree in front of them. He kept himself subtle, still maintaining his conversation with Raku, before flicking his wrist, revealing a stick, which brought forward a blade. It was his special kusarigama, the retractable one, perfect for hiding as a harmless stick. He then threw the kusarigama at the tree and pulled out a man in a sharp suit, causing Raku to recoil in fear.
"What the hell was that!?"
"I don't know, but I think I caught a little birdie spying on us." Isaku coldly commented while pulling his kusarigama back, and drawing his kunai.
But before Isaku could approach the fallen spy, he suddenly senses another shift in the air and dodges a punch from the man, who had immediately gotten up. Isaku then backflipped back and got into fighting stance. The stranger immediately readjusted his glasses and said.
"Impressive, looks like the Shuei clan has some mettle after all."
"So you're the bothersome brat I've heard about." Isaku remarked while flicking his wrists, spinning the kusarigama. "Claude, was it?"
"Know your place boy. You're no position to call me brat." Claude growled while drawing his firearms. "And I won't have you interfere in my mission."
"We'll see about that!" Isaku said before running at Claude.
Claude motions to shoot, but Isaku ducked right before he pulled the trigger, dodging the attack and sliding. With the momentum, he slide tackles Claude and puts him on the ground. He then used his kusarigama to grab Claude's gun and pull it to his hand. Claude then drew his knife and lunged at Isaku, who then deflected his strike and appeared behind him and kicked him in the back. Claude is stunned by this attack, but Isaku still doesn't relent in his merciless barrage. He then threw his kusarigama at Claude, hooking onto him. Isaku then rolled forward and did a backflip kick, before throwing his kusarigama again and pulling Claude over to him. He then kneed Claude's stomach, and smashed him to the ground. Claude was left writhing in pain, as Isaku then retracted his kusarigama in to his sleeve.
Raku was needless to say, shocked at the whole commotion. First, he saw someone beat Chitoge's overprotective and strong bodyguard. Second, that person who beat said bodyguard was his cousin! The whole spectacle with smoke bombs, chain pulling, backflips and high kicks was quite fantastic. It left Raku speechless as he looked at Isaku, who was crouching down in front of Claude, who growled.
"How the hell did you do that disappearing act!?"
"Drugged smoke bombs, dull the senses and slow reaction time. These in particular also affect your sight, making me look like I disappeared, when you were actually too slow to see me move through the smoke."
"Then how the hell did you not affected by it!?"
"Because I'm already immune." Isaku said before taking out a handcuff and cuffing Claude to a nearby fire hydrant. "This isn't personal, just plain business."
"I'll get you for this! This isn't over!" Claude cursed at Isaku.
Isaku ignored Claude's curses as he then walked away, saying.
"I'm sure you'll escape that in time, good luck."
Isaku then walked back to a very shocked Raku and said.
"Shall we?"
Raku blankly nodded, and followed behind Isaku, who went on ahead. Raku warily watched Isaku, who seemed unaffected by the previous fight, it bothered him so much, that he couldn't help but ask.
"What the hell was that?"
"I knew you were going to ask that." Isaku said with a grin. "As you can see, I am not your average student. When I came to your home, I struck a deal with Uncle Issei for him to accommodate me."
"What was the deal?"
"I help you maintain your fake relationship." Isaku nodded with a smile. "And I act as your personal bodyguard."
"So… you know then?"
"Of course, I'm in no position to judge, so do not fret."
Isaku could hear Raku breathe a sigh of relief.
"At least it's good to know that you're here to protect me, seeing what you can do."
"And without that troublesome Claude, at least you have a little more breathing space."
Raku had to admit that with Claude out of the picture, he would be able to relax more at school. But no normal human being would be able to pull off those smoke bombs and acrobatics. It made him wonder how someone his age could be so amazing at combat.
"That doesn't explain your skills."
"What can I say? I'm an assassin, trained since birth in the arts of ninjutsu, specifically taijutsu, kusarigamajutsu, shinobi-ri, chōho and many others, all eighteen skills."
"B-But you're only my age! How'd you have the time to study all that?" Raku asked in amazement.
"The problem is that those are the only skills I possess." Isaku said with amusement. "I'd love to get more useful skills for when I finally leave your household."
Raku had to respect that Isaku wanted to be a bit more civilized with his violent and dangerous skillset, Raku could relate with him a little more there at least. But the moment is cut short as they arrive in school. Raku and Isaku then split at the entrance, with Isaku saying.
"I'll be heading to the Principal to check my class, I'll meet you later."
"Sure, we'll talk a little more at the rooftop."
Isaku then went to the stairs, making the correct direction towards the Principal's Office. Much to his disappointment, the principal seemed to be out of his office. He instead finds a paper that read.
"Out on business, new students please consult Sensei Kyoko Hihara."
"Now where could she be…" Isaku then wondered while wandering the school halls.
Isaku then tried to look for the first year classrooms, but hears a commotion along the way. He ignored whatever it was, feeling that it was beneath his current situation. He needed to find this teacher so that he could know where his classroom was. He saw mature woman with short dark-green hair tied in a chignon bun and cherry red eyes, who also sported circular eyeglasses. Her uniform consisted of a blue v-neck shirt with a checkered helm, light-brown cut-off long pants and black flats. She seemed to be approaching him, as he stopped and awaited her.
"Are you Isaku Ichijou?" She asked in a sweet voice.
"Yes madam, that would be me. Do you happen to know a woman named Kyoko Hihara?"
"I am Kyoko Hihara! Come on, I'll introduce you together with another student!"
Isaku is then taken outside of a classroom, where he could spot Raku with another teen with messy dirty blond hair, and a golden blonde girl, presumably his fake girlfriend Chitoge. He spots the other new student, a feminine boy wearing khaki pants and a white shirt with a giant corn growing stem stalk weed on her red tie with a thin orange lining that goes up to her chest. He wore a blue blazer over it together with brown shoes. He gives the boy a friendly nod, before seeing the teacher walk in the classroom and say.
"Alright everyone, this is a little sudden but I'll introduce two new transfer students." Kyoko said before facing the door towards Isaku and the other student. "Tsugumi-san, Ichijou-san, come in!"
Both entered, and much to the amazement of the class, Tsugumi looked quite handsome, causing the girls to swoon and the guys to express their displeasure.
"Is he a model?"
"He's so cute! Kya!"
It seems that all attention was off of Isaku. That was good.
"Hello, I am Seishiro Tsugumi. Pleased to meet you all."
"Greetings, my name is Isaku Ichijou. It is my pleasure to meet you all."
The mere mention of Ichijou seemed to place some attention back on Isaku. The students began to question among themselves, muttering among themselves.
"Ichijou? Is he related to Raku then?"
"Is he a long lost brother or something?"
"Now Tsugumi-san, sit somewhere empty." Kyoko said while pointing to wherever.
Tsugumi moved down the aisle and even smiled at Raku. Isaku would take note of that. Subtle movements and gestures always indicated animosity or friendliness, Isaku would determine that later. But Tsugumi then motioned to hug Chitoge, which made Isaku roll his eyes harder, before realizing his mission to protect Raku and Chitoge's fake relationship. He needed to make some move against Tsugumi. But the teacher quickly dispersed the crowd and stopped the muttering, saying.
"Now! Now! We're still not yet done here!" Kyoko reminded the class sternly. "We still have much to hear from Mister Isaku."
"Eh?" Isaku asked blankly.
"Sorry to put you on the spotlight like this, but I want to know your background and relation to Mister Raku!"
"Er well you see, I transferred here from an old provincial school because my parents in my hometown could no longer support me, so asked my uncle, Raku's father, to help finish my studies."
"Well, it sounds like your parents made the right choice, because it clearly shows in your entrance exam scores how studious you are!" Kyoko said while brandishing papers with stars on them, indicating perfect scores.
"Curse you Issei, you went too far with the forgery!"
"Yes…" Isaku added awkwardly.
"But that's impossible! You can't pass through the English test without a single mistake! Prove to me that you can speak English well!" Chitoge protested in the back.
"Well Mister Isaku? Will you indulge in Miss Kirisaki's request?"
"So from my research, English in this world is basically the common language back in my world. The common language was a means for all three factions to communicate without a translation of Japanese, Norse and Latin."
Isaku coughs a bit before saying.
"I am Isaku Ichijou, I am a multilingual Japanese from the province. Though my vocabulary is limited, I am able to successfully communicate with other speakers with little to no difficulty." Isaku recited in perfect English.
"You're not kidding! How can you speak English so well?
"English madam, is a language deeply rooted to another language I speak well. That language being Latin."
"Oh! Latin!" Kyoko said with much amazement in her voice. "You can speak Latin?"
"I've had… experience with foreigners, so I can speak foreign languages decently."
"Sample please!"
"Er…" Isaku paused, before saying. "I can say a few Latin phrases well such as… Mors pro te velle!"
The class made a sound of awe at that, with the teacher gasping.
"What does that mean?"
"Death is your wish." Isaku replied. "But my favorite one would be Audaces fortunas iuwat. Meaning "fortune favors the brave."
The class gasped again, this stranger said another fanciful sounding phrase with good pronunciation and accent.
"Amazing!" Kyoko said while clapping her hands. "Can you speak other languages as well?"
"I can only speak three languages well, the languages being Japanese, Latin, and Norse…?" Isaku wondered, not knowing this world's version of Viking language. "I often practiced it because of the immense amount of foreigners in our area."
"Could you give us an example of your Norse?"
"Er…" Isaku paused. "Hamingja bíður martyran. Merriment awaits the martyr."
"Okay! You may have your seat and thank you so much for that language session!"
Isaku shyly walks through the aisle before sitting at the very back of the class. He sighed in relief, as most of the attention was still on Tsugumi, though he still got some funny looks from the other classmates. He instead took a moment to be the quiet observer, listening to the lesson, but also keeping a close eye on Raku and Chitoge from afar. He was an assassin not a babysitter, he would have been better off just roaming in the shadows, but then again, this was the chance for him to learn more about this world.
The bell rings, and lunch arrives. Isaku then opened his bag and took out the food from the inside. It was a simple bento prepared for him. Isaku then broke his chopsticks and began to dig in. But he overhears the muttering from the crowd. He looked over to see Chitoge and Tsugumi talking, their friendly gestures prompting the students to mutter among themselves. He saw Raku together with his dirty blond friend and decided to walk up to him.
"So Raku, how you doing?"
"I'm fine." Raku huffed.
"Ignore his grumpiness." The dirty blond haired boy said in an upbeat manner, before sizing up Isaku. "So, you're Raku's cousin I take it?"
"Yes, I just moved in last night."
"By the way, I'm Shu Maiko, but just call me Shu." Shu said while extending a hand.
"Nice to meet you, I am Isaku Ichijou." Isaku responded while returning the handshake.
"Well Mister Isaku, what do you think about our disgustingly handsome new student."
"I couldn't care less." Isaku shrugged. "I'm neither a skirt-chaser nor a competitive student, so Tsugumi is no threat to me."
"I see~ But aren't you concerned with how your dear cousin feels about Tsugumi being a rival?"
"Well that IS a bit concerning…" Isaku said while glancing back at Chitoge and Tsugumi. "But I'm quite sure everything will sort itself."
Shu said something, but Isaku ignored it, as his enhanced senses saw something. The rack on top, was wobbling, the screws were loosening, and it looked ready to fall. And Chitoge was right under it with Tsugumi. Isaku drew his kusarigama discreetly, and got ready to make his move.
"Hey, Isaku, are you even listening?"
At that moment, the rack gave way and the books and heavy objects came down on poor Chitoge. Isaku threw his kusarigama in time at Tsugumi and Chitoge. Before someone, could even scream for Chitoge to jump to safety, Chitoge had already been pulled to safety into the arms of Isaku. Isaku sighed and put Chitoge back on her feet, with Tsugumi also recovering from the sudden pull. Chitoge rubbed her head and asked.
"What just happened?"
"The heavy books on that shelf almost fell on you and your friend, so I pulled you both to safety."
"Really? With what?" Chitoge asked before paling at the kusarigama in Isaku's hand.
"Oh this? These were dulled, so they can't hurt you." Isaku said while reassuring Chitoge. "I usually use them as hooks now."
"Oh really? You can use those?" Chitoge asked while gazing at his weapons in awe.
"You!" Tsugumi said angrily. "How dare you pull Ojou like that!?"
"Calm down boy, if it weren't for me, you and Kirisaki-san would have had more than just a bad bruise on your heads."
"Who're you calling boy!?"
"You, it's not like I can call blonde here the same name." Isaku said nonchalantly.
"Don't talk so condescendingly about Ojou like that!" Tsugumi said while drawing a gun at Isaku.
"Tsugumi don't—"
Isaku did not flinch, he merely flicked his wrist in less than a millisecond, drawing his kunai. He then put it against Tsugumi's neck, at the same time as Tsugumi pointed a gun at his forehead. People stared in awe as both gazed each other in hostility. Isaku's face was one of seriousness, like he wasn't tolerating any more of this. Tsugumi's anger quickly waned as he looked at Isaku's face, only seeing a cold-blooded stare. He then said.
"Do you want to do this now?" Isaku asked with utmost seriousness.
Tsugumi had no response, as he still tried to look intimidating, but Isaku knew that he was intimidated. With superhuman speeds, he strikes the boy's hand, knocking it out of his hands, shocking everyone. He then used his kusarigama to grab the gun from the floor, with Tsugumi still in shock. Isaku then handed it to him.
"Here's your weapon. Use it more wisely next time."
Tsugumi was left in a state of shock as Isaku then retracted his kusarigama back into his sleeves. He then took a deep sigh and exited his Shinobi state of mind, returning to civilian psyche. He then saw the class stare at him as he wondered.
"What did I do?"
"How'd you do that!?" one student asked, approaching Isaku.
"Uh well you see—" Isaku tried to respond before being cut off.
"Why are you so skilled?"
"Who taught you!?"
"How many foreigners do you know!?"
Isaku was bombarded with questions as he was swarmed by the numerous students, unable to respond as he was crowded by his new fans. He spotted out of the corner of his eyes to see Raku and Tsugumi exit the room. He cursed to himself, as he needed to make his way through the crowd and follow Raku. But the crowd was too thick, his only means of escape was the window. He then took out a spare smoke bomb and dropped it, jumping out of the window and hanging by the side with his kusarigama. He was literally hanging off the side of the building. He then overhears a conversation as he could hear Raku shout out.
"She's my girlfriend! I won't give her to anyone!"
"Uh oh, Tsugumi's planning to steal Chitoge I bet. I'll have to end that."
Isaku then threw his kusarigama at the roof, using it as a stable hook for him to climb to the rooftop of the school. He hurriedly pulled on the rope as he tried to reach the top as fast as he then heard a huge rant from Tsugumi. Though he couldn't make out most of it, there was one part of the phrase that he heard very well.
"Raku Ichijou! I'll duel you for Ojou!"
This got to him, as Raku was in some potential danger after all. He pulls harder on the rope and jumps to the rooftop. He sees Raku and Chitoge arguing about the whole spectacle, with Chitoge warning.
"If you lose, a lot of bad shit's gonna happen! You're not getting off easily if you mess this up! This is really important."
Raku stared at her, a bit stunned at what she was saying, but the moment passed as Isaku arrived, with Raku running up to him.
"Did you hear all that?"
"Mmhm, every single word."
"So… you won't let him kill me right?"
"Of course not. Your father would fillet me if I were to let you get mercilessly gunned down. But I can't interfere unless you are absolutely in need."
"Eh, sounds good enough to me." Raku said while walking to the door. "I'll be getting back to class."
Raku leaves early, leaving Chitoge and Isaku at the rooftop. Isaku was ready to also walk to the door, but Chitoge stops him and said.
"I heard you were an assassin, trained in the arts of Ninjutsu."
"Where did you hear that?" Isaku asked, visibly perturbed at Chitoge's knowledge.
"My dad told me that Raku was getting a new bodyguard today.
"Man, word really travels fast between the Yakuza and Bee Hive." Isaku thought before saying. "Yes, I consider myself to be a Shinobi informally."
"How good are you?" Chitoge asked abruptly.
"Huh?" Isaku audibly wondered.
"I asked how good are you." Chitoge clarified.
"I don't think I understand what you—"
"Just answer the question." Chitoge requested firmly.
Isaku took a deep breath before saying.
"Before I came to Raku's house, a lot of people wanted me dead. And I mean A LOT. There would always be assassins searching for me, as I always outmaneuvered and outsmarted them. But I've killed plenty of people more than I'd like to admit."
Chitoge was visibly shocked and even disturbed at Isaku admitted, but composes herself and asked.
"So you can protect Raku then?"
Isaku knew where she was getting at, and decided to have a little fun.
"It's doesn't matter if I can, I'm just wondering if you want me to." Isaku smirked.
"Wha—!? Why would I want you to— It was just a question!" Chitoge huffed, flustered from Isaku's implications.
"Hey, your wish is my command. After all, you are the young master's sweetheart." Isaku smirked while shrugging and walking to the stairs.
"Wait! What did you mean by that!?" Chitoge asked, her face turning red with anger. "Grr... Come back here!"
Classes finish and the duel was slated to happen. Isaku could see Raku breathe in and breathe out in anticipation of the coming duel. Isaku needed to get ready as well, as he was going to be Raku's saving grace should things go south. He checks his arsenal to make sure that he was ready for any sort of combat. He walked down to the area where Raku and Tsugumi had agreed to duel. There was an exchange of banter, but it was a bit heartbreaking that Raku had only Chitoge to root for him while the girls were rooting for Tsugumi. But the absolute worst was the betting pool, with Shu spearheading the bets. It annoyed Isaku quite greatly, but the battle was soon going to start. Tsugumi brought out a coin and motioned to flip it.
"We start as soon as the coin falls to the ground."
Raku nodded as the coin was flipped, the high toss making the wait quite agonizingly long. But amidst all the excitement, the world slowed down for Isaku as he saw Tsugumi motion to grab weapons from his pockets. His eyes widened as he realized that Raku was in great danger. He drew a kunai and threw it at the coin just as it was falling, giving him enough time to warn Raku. He shouted.
"Raku, run!"
Raku was confused a bit before seeing Tsugumi's drawn guns and made a run for it. Tsugumi angrily chased after Raku, with Isaku motioning to stop Tsugumi. But his senses caused him to duck, seeing a fist fly right above him. He then used his double dodge to quickly get out of the attacker's range. He looks to his shock to see Claude, looking absolutely pissed at Isaku.
"I told you this wasn't over." Claude growled.
"Make it quick, I have more important things to do." Isaku said curtly.
"Not this time, I won't let you stop Seishiro from eliminating that damned second heir to the Shuei." Claude said triumphantly.
"I guess I'll have to make this quick then." Isaku said while flicking his wrists and drawing his kusarigama. "Maybe you'll learn from example."
Raku and Isaku grit their teeths as their respective fights were about to begin. The crowd was absolutely amazed as they stood back to fully observe the fight thst was about to happen between two bodyguards, with Chitoge still looking in worry for Raku, for the real battle has yet to start.
So yeah.. Don't mind this if you don't like weird crossovers.