I have crippling depression.


A moe otaku.

A rock fanatic.

And a mecha/tokusatsu enthusiast.

For fuck sake, those three words existed for a purpose.

And I realize around my surroundings…

Yeah, I'm a self hating retard, pervert and a loner.

Hyoudou Issei, this is my name that my beloved parents gave me since I was born on ninth of Janua-….

Okay, I really need to stop becoming sarcastic and specific at the same time and all the time. Why the hell would I talk to myself in my head so I can think that I am better than people these days and to cover the fact that I just need a companion.

Mentally-fucking this shit, I got up from my chair and slid my hands in my pockets, walking out from the noisy classroom which held quite some cancerous people inside.

The noisy and edgy kids that plays the hand-held device game while screaming loudly and swearing incoherent words.

The famous and popular-only-around-school teenagers, don't care whether they're males or females.

The gossipers. Most retarded ones.

…aaaand the self-proclaiming people that think they are cool and awesome but actually in my opinion(That I don't shove it in my ass), they are just teens that were traumatized as kids so they became like that.

Disclaim, your flames might work ineffectively on me and my author.

Holy crap, I really need to stop speaking these opinions to myself.

Huhh fine, as I'll enjoy walking through judgemental people and listening to those barely-audible whispers and mocks, let me tell you a fanfuckingtastic story about a troubled teenager.

I used to be a kind, helpful, cheerful, selfless and compassionate bimbo at the first year when I entered Kuoh Academy. Made some friends, met an enemy, studied through out the whole semester, achieve great results in academic and…. And…

I'm a virgin and I'll never get a girlfriend. Did I just said that randomly?.

As I advance through months and months in my life, I realized being this 'bimbo' only made me as a tool, as a doormat, as a feet wiper. My head being stepped on by people I thought they were nice to me and I spent my energy and time just for gaining attention.

I stopped being that, and looks like some people couldn't accept the fact and always bitched on my face everyday when I show no respect for them as something like 'Aniki' or boss. What the fuck people? I respected you as a classmate! Deal with it and move on you no life walking dead.

And that's it, I'm just living my life as a normal troubled teenager without actual friends and only communicates with 2D women on the screen. And I would never ever say I don't like it. I'm living my life cancer-free and relationship-free, all free and better than those horrible people.

But…

But… it's just that one fact. I still held kindness in my heart. I just need a true friend so I can express this personality to show how honest and true I am in relationships. I don't care if I got a homeless man as a friend, a seven year old innocent kid or an old experienced war veteran, I just need someone so I can become how I used to be true and kind.

Huhh, now that's all stardust by now. Getting a 'friend' was like my non-sexual wet dream. Except when I have this childhood friend of mine. But I don't know where he went off when suddenly his family moved to another place. 'BEST' friend indeed.

As I walk out of the main front door of the school building, I took a 180 degree scan in front of me, detecting no more people insight and then just kept on walking to the place that I wish to go and spend my recess time with it.

But just when I step foot outside that I could get a good look at the school building…

I saw her

Standing in front of the class window on the second floor, her black short hair tied into two pigtails gently waves as the breeze flow through it, her petite body that could only allow me to see her upper body.

I could see her, and she could even see me.

Our eyes both met each other for a brief moment…

And of course, my life is not a romance anime. The girl avert her gaze immediately after she noticed me gawking at her. No sakura petals at all, and one part of the sky was sunny and one part of it seems it's going to heavily rain.

And I was… looking at her…

…Staring at her… like a creep.

Possibly scaring her off because I have the looks of a pervert(At least I'm honest at myself).

And I didn't meant to peep on those kendo club girls last week just because I found a major crack at the wall of their changing room outside and I generously wanted to patch it up with cement so I can fix it but by the time I brought a steel trowel and a bucket of cement, they thought I was peeping and chased me away and then beat me physically but what they didn't know was I was hurt mentally.

I AM a pervert. But I won't even dare to steal a virginity or a first time from people who don't love me or I don't love.

Whyyyyyyy.

WHYYYY!.

Now… now everyone views me as a perverted retard!

…and.

And….

No one will ever wants to become my friend… hell… even a girlfriend.

…..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAGHHHH FUCK! THIS IS WHY I WILL NEVER GET A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!.

"DAAMNIIIIIIITTT!."

"Kyaaa!."

I immediately stopped screaming to the skies when I heard a yelp beside me.

"Good grief, you scared me there. Are you okay?."

I couldn't hide it. If this was a Tom And Jerry cartoon, then one of my eyes would just look at the person, and another straight out pops out of my eyes to look at those bountiful gravity defying boobs.

Hoooooo…

"I'm so sorry! I'm fine!."

I couldn't help but taking a step back and then bowed in apology! The last thing I want is to destroy my own reputation for things I did on my own!.

I continued to stare down at the floor in crippling nervousness. Biting my lower lip in hope that she'll just leave me alone or something else that isn't bad!.

But what I expected did not come, I felt a soft tap on my shoulder and then I look up, gawking like a dork as the goddess infront of me just smiled.

"Straight up, don't be so shy around me Hyoudou-kun."

"Erhh.. ohh."

The last thing I anticipated was she was gonna walk away and tell her friends about me being crazy or a retard or something.

But this… the bishoujo in front of me was none other than the famous Occult Research Club president herself...

"T-Thank you Rias Gremory-san…"


Holy crap did I just have an actual conversation with a beautiful, Caucasian, rich-looking girl that looks like she came out from a shounen-harem anime that supposed to be the mate of a harem protagonist throughout the whole series.

Aaaaand did I mentioned I got my biker's license at the age of fifteen?. I didn't wanna touch about my family origins and issues because of it. I hate talking about my household.

Back to the original topic, I just had a talk with a girl… FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TWO YEARS HOLY COW.

Even if it's short… she was nice to me. Probably because she was the girl that I met last year, I lend her an umbrella in the rain and she never got the time to give it back to me.

So… the whole talk consists of remembering her… and about the umbrella.

Disappointed, but at the same time it's a win.

I arrived at my planned destination before I go home. Signalling my Yamaha R1 to the left and then rode it into the driveway, I slowly pushed the brake and lower the clutch as I enter the pavements.

[Welcome to MgRonalds, what would you like to have?.]

I grinned as I slide my helmet's visor up.


Yeah… I bought a cheese burger from MgRonalds… that's it.

What? You thought that I was gonna come out from the drive thru with an armor or I will become Kamen Rider of some sort? Wtf no.

But now, I can't help but feel irritated by the fact this annoying person is going to drive my head annoyed again.

"Issei."

At the far side of the luxurios hallway behind me, I could hear the voice called out to me in a stern manner.

I turned my sight around with a sour face as I look off to the person.

"Kazimori-san."

The man walked with his hands behind him like a powerful leader threatening his failed minions, a mind hard to read as his face always have put on a stern mask of expression.

"Saturday, you bought four espressos with extra caffeine from Starcups and drank it all alone in one go, to remind yourself that social media adds with cancerous people and too many cringeful emojis tastes bitter than high caffeine coffee."

Ahhhhhhh why does he have to be so smart and correct all the time?. By the way, don't watch the Emoji movie.

"Monday, you ate five glasses of Baskin Robbin's deluxe ice cream in a row until you are charged to the hospital for brain freeze, reminding yourself that how cold girls act towards you when you have been treating them with kindness."

Ohhh boy.

"Tuesday, it's all about the bass you said, or mumbled when you drank five tins of Mountain Dew and bags of Dorito chips and attempted to smoke Northern Light weed if it wasn't for me stopping you."

"For crying out loud Kazimori-san, can you just leave me alone?." I said as I face palmed at how he said all of my recent thoughtless actions. Seriously, stop.

"And today, its cheeseburger for dinner." He stopped right infront of me and then held cheesily puts a hand under his chin, observing. "So what happened?."

I sighed and held the cheese burger up.

"The cheese burger is undoubtly a delicious fast food. The combination of the cheese and beef is juicy and meaty, but if there is a thing that I distaste, it would be the pickle slices in it." I looked up at him with stern eyes and finish my conclusion. "There is a bad underneath a good thing."

Kazimori-san raised an eyebrow at my claiming.

"Looking at you, you could become the second Confuscious or Lao Tzu."

"I prefer becoming like Nietzsche."

The brown-haired butler nodded his head in approval at me.

"So, something good and bad happened today?."

"Hai…"

We ended up in silence, before Kazimori-san voices out.

"Issei, your fathe-…"

"Don't. Talk. About. HIM."

"No matter what your choices are, you must become the future manager of this company Issei. Hyoudou Industries matter to the balance of the military research and equipment that the government demands. This is our future, this is YOUR future Issei. You have to-…"

"Future? My future? My future is to manage a company of mass development of chaos?. How long are you gonna realize that the money my father makes from this is gonna be the money that offers a wide hole on an innocent child's chest?. A hundred dollar is equal to another death of an innocent. War, war is nothing Kazimori-san. It doesn't give the answer to all of humanity." I slowly lowered my gaze from Kazimori-san's eyes and then just gazed through the floor… muttering these words…

"Just… just ignored despair. None of we humans care for what other suffer anyway…"

I'm out of here, sick of these company and family things. Family? I am the only son of the Hyoudou household. My mother passed away when I was young and my father is nowhere in my sight or story. He doesn't care about me at all. Probably he's out there doing shit or even smoking on shit.

"I… I'll go inside my room… do not to disturb me…"

Despite how annoying this person could be… Kazimori-san was the one taking care of me since my mother passed away.

Before I could vanish out of his sight, he said his last. "Issei."

I stopped in my tracks for a brief second.

And then he utters. "Your mother loves you, and your father… he is proud of you."

"I don't know… I don't care…"

Then I vanished from his sight. Walking to my room like I always do, ignoring the mass of workers passing by. My room used to be private, but now that my father's company seem to grow larger, the number of production rates, workers and profit grew and grew.

"Hyoudou… Industries. I would never become the root behind the mass production of what is fundamentally chaos… "

I silently muttered before I entered my room and then locked it, keeping whatever people away from my privacy.

[Nekoworks! Nekopara desu!]


He is a man, a man of his word, a man of his actions, a man who takes responsibility for what he causes.

And though… it's hard to be a father…

Kazimori walked away from the last place he stood after confronting a troubled youngster. Now, it wasn't the time to worry about what would he deal in his life as an adolescent. Kids are meant to be troubled and then close their own problems anyway.

As he strodes his path across the hallway, he was greeted respectfully by his underlings from groups of workers, technicians, architects, mechanical engineers, scientists and honored investors that wished to see how their investment was well going.

However, half of his mind wished that they were 'human' so negotiations with other humans could be… much easier..

His mind can stand still how it wants, but even his hands couldn't stop shaking and sweating when this thought came across his mind.

The Apocalyptic Beast... And Belial…

He stood still with his hands behind his back, bending his body over slightly and proceed to scanning his iris identification. The steel armored door slides open, and then with another sliding down behind it. Revealing fully a mechanical lab sounding with metal bashing metal, hot wielding tools and gassy liquids bubbling with steam.

"Attention!." One of the two security guards halted and then gave the honored Stark a determined salute. The butler walked pass the guards with a short salute and then proceed to stride to where he wishes.

Then he stopped.

Stopped, right infront of what he will call humanity's and all species's hope. The one and only operating device that could be handled by a gifted child. A sentient man made and a collaboration with extra-ordinary beings which has no limit to it's potential as long as the user keeps walking on the right path and does what he wishes…

The weight on the user's shoulder will be heavy. But with great power, comes great responsibility…

Hahhh, what kind of person he is to suddenly put a weight on someone's life…

"Kami-sama, please protect my son and gift him with the power of The City Of Light…"

There would be that moment, he will prepare his son to battle for humanity's sake.

It's enough for time-looping, the time will come soon.

The time he will end this madness and stop the world from destruction.


"Submit to your destiny! DDRAIG!."

What… what is this…

"Wake up Issei! Don't die on me!."

Who… who's there?

"A being from another universe with unlimited potential, this is you Ise."

Another dream… this must be from watching too many sci-fi movies…

"Balance Breach; Ultraman!."

"Balance Disruption; Ultraman Belial!."

"Balance Breakdown; Welsh Dragon Ddraig!."

"Fusion Drive!."

Come on… I just wanna wake up at 2 AM so I can know I will have more sleep time…

"I love you Ise! Don't you love me as well!?."


[Rise and shine goshujin! If you don't wake nyaa, I'm gonna slide inside your-..]

TAPP

Morning. Thursday. May 17.

"Shit. I'm still alive." Hyoudou Issei. Moe otaku, metal fanatic and mecha enthusiast.

And what's special, he's a pervert. And well aware of what he is doing with his humorously pathetic life.

Holy shit, what was that dream. He really must stop binge watching movies before going to sleep from now on.

This is his another usual morning routine. Get up at 5:30, take a morning bath, groom his hair, brush his teeth, wash his face, wear his uniform, say goodbye to his waifus and figurines, kiss his guitar, take breakfast and then ride to school. Sound's like mine wow.

Issei got up from his bed, he was wearing a white t shirt and blue striped boxers. The brown haired adolescent scanned his spacious but anime, rock bands and tokusatsu things filled room. Especially the brilliant collections of Frame Arms Girl plastic model kits complete with custom paint and blush finish arranged marvelously among his other moe figurines. What a good way to show how perverted and fucked up you are by just thinking the image of you masturbating to it.

Huhh, he has plenty of money and time anyway. Not like he's gonna boast about this. He would like to just, enjoy the companion of what would he called his own fantasy world.

Now, he shouldn't waste anymore time. As much as he hates it, fuck school.

He walks slumply from his bed to the bathroom in his own master bedroom. Entering the luxurious atmosphere the bathroom can offer to its owner for a pleasurable bath time and masturbating AND self-loathing.

Already half nude just with his boxers on, Issei got in the shower and turned on the hot heavy sprinkles that are just right enough to give relaxation. Once Issei has done showering and bathing his body, he got out from the shower and went to the sink. Scanning his own appearance, he had no idea why the word 'Disgusting' was the first to came up in his mind.

Looking at his hair, it was soaking wet from the shower and the long bangs he had was disrupting his vision. Issei grabbed a small towel hanging beside him and then began to dry off his hair, and then grabbed a blower to blow off his hair down with cold air. Fun fact, he used to have no sense of fashion and happily wants his hair bald. Until one day he came to a realization that he needs to at least look a bit good looking so people won't stare him in disgust anymore.

Once he had wash his face and brushed his teeth, Issei got out from the shower with a towel draped at his lower body, Shaking slightly because of the cold air his AC room was breathing. He then approached his closet and opened it's door, taking out a set of Kuoh academy's uniform with a red under shirt.

He got it all in just a minute. Done and set in his uniform, Issei grabbed his schoolbag and slumped it on his shoulder. Before exiting his room, Issei took a last look at his own world and then close the iron door with a soft clank.

Outside.

It wasn't that hard, but the atmosphere of his 'home' wouldn't be that pleasing if he was exiting from his home with a bunch of workers and engineers entering the main gate of the factory.

The sight in front of him was a full view of the waterfront, ships and boats honking for signals, the lighthouse still lighting up it's beacon to guide ships to the harbor and the loud bustling trucks driving to their respective destinations. And to describe another thing about this factory, it is well guarded by security of the Self Defense Organization. Issei walked out from the entrance and then approached his private garage located beside the guard house.

And then he came out from the garage riding his usual Yamaha R1 wearing a helmet, accessories and a black bomber jacket with black gloves. Well more like, riding out with swag if he was the one to say it. He got his own license at fifteen(Illegally), now he is seventeen, he could just give a fuck to the police.

Entering the second gear, Issei accelerated his bike out from the main gate with a loud rocketing roar, alarming people that think whoever just rode that bike is an asshole.

In his fifth gear, Issei was on high speed at the highway. If there is a list for things he likes, speed was on his fifth. The vibration on his butt, the tunnel effect on his vision, the blaring roar of the custom exhaust and the G pressure from the speed, it was like marijuana to him. He shouldn't go on full speed, but he forgot he shouldn't. How unfortunate as the trip from his resident to school only took ten minutes with the speed he was on.

At the school gate, Issei parked his bike at the parking lot. Ignoring the groups of people that he would call 'failures', mocking Issei just because he rides a superbike to school. Great, as years and ages advance, now people are calling good people what essentially is the opposite of it. Are we walking back to where humanity began? From ape to human to?...

Demons?.

Issei… he… he didn't like it at once. At all. He just stepped foot into the school and the next thing he knew was pairs of eyes. Looking at him… staring… glaring… mocking and judging… . Issei wouldn't blame it on them, he knew he was the one to fucked himself up.

Issei walked without any care about the people around him, entering the school building and then moved to his shoe locker. Once he already replaced his shoes and stuffing his gloves and jacket inside the locker. Issei went off when suddenly, his eyes caught sight of a girl in her second year… peeking on him. She had brown tea hair with light brown eyes. She has a petite figure and it was hard to decide if she can be categorized as a loli or a schoolgirl.

The girl quickly noticed her disguise was found out and immediately ran off flustered.

'Whats with that girl… is she looking at someone else?.' Issei narrowed his eyes and nervously turned back at where the girl could possibly look at.

Another moment where he would call his own phenomena. Because it rarely happens.

Oh well, not like this matter is going to stick in his head forever. Issei then went off to his class in the third floor.

The brown haired guy slumped his head on the desk, before placing his arms around it and he began to wonder in his own thought while waiting for homeroom to begin. At least they had this cold air blowing so it wouldn't be sweaty and hot in this class.

But goddamn, there were classmates having conversations and gossiping about these days scandal and people, he wished that he can create a device that can make people just shut the fuck up or a machine that can shove people's opinions in their own goddamn rectum.

Boy, wasn't sleeping the best solution to fade away all those voices, to forget what matters and let time skip to let his day become really short.

Until he felt something being thrown at him. It was a scrunched up paper, and Issei knew it and WHO did it. It's just, trying to rise up and be brave wasn't the best idea to him.

He tried to ignore it, and then back to drifting in his own dream.

But then, the second came.

And then the third.

The fourth.

Issei quickly rose up from his chair and turned around to his back with a fierce hot glare on his face. There were multiple delinquents gathering at the back of the class, smirking and laughing at him with their eyes full of evil and satisfaction of successfully trolling their victim.

"You! You threw those papers at me did you!?." Glaring off to one of the delinquents, Issei shot his index finger at a guy who had bleached hair and the body of a rugby player. In fact, he was thrice bulkier than Issei. It took some balls for Issei to do it, but Issei was no scaredy cat when someone interrupts him.

"What are you nuts? Fix your own brain first and then come back to see me so I can beat you up." The –bitch- bully freely said. Until he notices Issei was still glaring at him with full of hate, he got up from his seat and then rose up his chest along with his loyal minions behind him. "You wanna pick a fight kiddo? Come on lets go to the gym behind so we can see who's stronger punk!. Come! Let's play tough baby!."

Issei knew they were just some bunch of kids proclaiming themselves as an affiliation with a gang. But in these situations, where 'Detroit VS Everybody' , he knows when to surrender and when to fight back with his spicy sarcasm.

As how much does he hate it, Issei shuts his mouth and then sat back on his chair. Forgetting the bullies who tried to start a fight, Issei was on his own. For crying out loud… his heart was beating like shit when they got up and provoking him. But Issei truly, truly doesn't want to start a fight.

When homeroom began, it was maths. At once, Issei have never liked the idea of learning maths… nor learning maths with the teacher. Nor learning maths while he sat just in front with the bully behind him.

"…Hey."

Issei swung his back around to see quietly face the retard behind him. With a casual manner, the delinquent orders "Lend me your correction tape."

Not wanting to argue or reply, Issei passed him his correction tape and then returned to his own business.

A couple of moments later… Issei was awakened with the sudden projectile thrown on his desk. When Issei got a closer look at it…

It was his correction tape… empty and broken.

Issei then heard multiple silent giggles behind him. It was obvious to him, this was another form of bullying that Issei could handle, but couldn't cope with it because the feeling of his own dignity crumbling apart... . Issei knew they would always do things that can trigger Issei's nerves, but the boy let his guard down and then boom, he just got been played… again.


Classes and classes ended. And it was now lunch hour.

Despite Issei's hate against the people around him, his stomach was rapping hungry over and over since the last class. Mighting up his gut and for the sake of food, the untitled brown haired guy got up from his chair and began to head the class's exit…

Where those temes' are hanging with the guys from other classes.

Issei has two options he made and will struggle to chose forever even though outside it was only seconds passing.

One, exit from the back door where those bastards are hanging. Result, get out immediately without them being suspicious at you. Consequences, may get pushed over and they'll use the word 'accident' as a another ridicolous excuse.

Two, exit from the second door where there are no people. Result, the bullies will get suspicious and then WILL chase you with unreasonable curiosity and out of sheer intent to just bully you.

Tchh, picking the second option will might cause uproar along the hallways.

And it's obvious, Issei with a carefree mask walked to the back door without even making any eye contact at those bullies – Who were staring at him with what Issei would call: Homosexual stares.

No it wasn't just it, glares, stares, mockeries and judges. That was it. Behind those two orbs human possesses, he could feel the tense atmosphere every time those appeared around him. His heart was beating at an abnormal pace, if he was to fight now-..

No, he couldn't. The blood was draining out from his legs and arms. He couldn't even grip or clench his fist for an attack, he was NOT a scaredy cat, but every time Issei was preparing for a potential dog fight, this feeling lands on him like a bitching bricks falling at him.

Stepping foot outside, Issei was suddenly got pushed from the side and bumped painfully at the door frame, though Issei immediately walked away after being pushed at.

The pain on his shoulder hurts, but nothing was more painful than those fake pity stares that was coming from the other students who wouldn't want to budge in.

Issei left the hallways that belonged to the row of his class, leaving the glares and laughter of the bullies that echoed throughout the staircase Issei was going down, heading to the cafeteria with a heart crumbling apart.

At the staircase, Issei didn't even spot it, but suddenly, he was greeted(Attacked) by a pair of HUGE bombshells that was bumped on his skinny chest.

It was…

Oppai!?.

With a face full of shock and confusion, Issei shot his head up to see the beautiful sight of the ravenette's featured and detailed face. Her expression with mix of embarassment and a slight S&M smile drew on her lustful lips as her eyes appealingly closed but at the same time, staring at him with mixes of views that Issei doesn't know.

"Ara – ara, careful there little one. You'll might end up drowning in sand~."

With a loud flustered gasp, Issei quickly backed away and then ran off after apologizing. Leaving the girl in surprise… and also interest after seeing how shy the boy could be.

Thank god, there were no other people when the incident happened. It was just him, the BEAUTIFUL senpai he just bumped into and the feeling of worry inside Issei that the senpai will hate him and tell her friends to stay away from him.

And who was she to call him little!? He's 175 for fuck sake!.

Issei arrived at the cafeteria a lot quicker… not like he expected to but it's a good thing it did. The cafeteria was filled with bustling noises from students and the sound of the news channel on the hanging TV at the corner.

As Issei lines up at the fairly long waiting line with face masked with a cool expression, oh wait no.

Who was he kidding, he was fucking sweating due to the people around him. It doesn't seem like everyone was judging him, but the invisible glares, the one Issei thought it was staring at him but no, it was just apart of his imagination but how could he get over it? He was traumatized from being left alone at the first place.

Alright, buy the food and get the fuck outta here. Buy the food, get the fuck out. Buy food, gtfo. Food and then-…

Issei swung his head slowly to his left, where sat the students who were enjoying their meal as they chatted to each other.

Correction: It's the fucking Kendo Club girls.

At the spot where Issei was looking at, one of the girls randomly turned her head to the right, but then angrily narrows her eyes and tensed her face muscles in disgust after noticing the teme that peeped on her and her friends last week.

Issei immediately recognized the glare, and hastily avert his head away. In return, Issei could only hear the clear voices of the girl's negative opinions and bad talks about him.

What's wrong with them… can't they see that day he was only helping?... . They already beat him till bruises were literally marked on him, why can't they just leave him alone afterwards…?

Why?. Why life has to be this harsh on him?. What did he do wrong anyway?...


With a stomach full and a sore heart, Issei made his way upstairs to the rooftop. There was half an hour before homeroom begins, so of course being the definition of Deus Ex-Vagina-… I mean god of time Deus Ex-Machina that I just made up, Issei would want to spend his precious time really really good.

With thinking and self judging. And also enjoying the possible gastric because he was going to do YOLO by drinking two cans of caffed coffee.

Twisting the knob and opening the door, Issei was greeted by the breezy winds that was blowing on his home land on the warm sunny day.

But after stepping foot outside, Issei instantaneously noticed another person at the far end in front of him. She happens to be randomly spacing out on free will.

And also…

It was the girl from yesterday whom Issei saw. She was looking fine, Issei gotta admit she was at the nearest spot where Issei's dream girlfriend is.

However and of course, Issei caught wind she was one of the popular kids around school. Worship, fanned and probably have their heads full of egoism.

And it might be the best, to stay away from it and give up the plan.

But he didn't.

He heard a sob. The first breaking sob escaped from a despairing person's mouth… like the first earthquake hitting a land… and then the tsunami will come…

So does silent tears afterwards. It was slow, and obviously it was trying to hold itself back to remain calm and steady.

After all…

Who wants to watch you cry anyway?... and WHO wants to listen to your misery when you're in hard times.

It was the very understanding that Issei came to understand and developed a compassion for those who felt that way.

They were the only one there. And here's his chance to do it.

Issei turned back from the staircase to the girl who was still staring at the blue, hands clamped on her chest and body standing still. The girl should notice by now, that a person was walking off to her. She should wipe off the tears right now, but why does she have to care?.

Who cares for her anyway? All the people around her are absolute fakeness. The definition of fake. The fakes of fake. Worshiping her because the actual intent was trying to get publicity, getting a popular friend to boast about and trying, TRYING to get under her skirt.

Well that idea was about to die as Issei was abruptly beside her. The boy was staring at the same blue sky as she did. Not making any eye contact at all as the two stood right beside together.

Then there was silence, the girl has been holding back the noise escaping her cracking voice as only tears was flowing down on her cheeks.

Being the gentleman that he is deeply inside, or that's what Issei would like to think, he was the one to inquire with hope that she won't answer as if she was on an interview.

"Why are you crying?."

As cute and short the girl is, she wiped off the flowing tears where the source was her left eye with her sleeve, still not making eye contact nor turning her head to Issei. "It's none of your business." The girl answered coldly.

Issei knows exactly what was going on. Judging by the past encounter he saw her with her 'friends' and 'worshipers', he knew that she may lost or got rid of those fake friends, or receiving the ultimate realization that boys was just trying to get under her skirt this whole damn time.

Sighing, Issei muttered the keyword he knew how to bait her curiosity. "Some people are fake, don't you think?."

The girl abruptly froze in place, her eyes stared down for a brief moment before she actually began to catch interest in the title.

"I too have felt the same way as you. The ironic fate of suddenly becoming alone one day without people wanting you anymore. At first I was devastated, but the second I rise, I swore I will never become a tool ever again. This is life, not an anime or some drama show." Issei said as he wiped his nose with his thumb and then turned his head around to the girl.

"Now, I'm not the best counselor I can be, but I'm used to listen problems and giving advics." This girl seems innocent. Issei paused for a moment as he dug his hand under his blazer, taking out a can of coffee to be offered. "Here, drink this. If you're ready, I would gladly hear to what you have to blurt out." Issei said with a non-creepy smile on his face, offering the coffee in his hand to the girl.

Surprisingly, to Issei, the girl momentarily stared at his face before hesitatingly taking the coffee with a small "Thanks." from her. Opening the coffee with a silent hiss and then taking a sip from it, the girl stared down with consideration scribbling all over her face. Should she trust him? No no no, as how nice does he sounds, this guy might be one of the people who only desired for her beauty and appearance.

But then, it was worth to relief the burden from her shoulders if she gets to let everything out.

It was the first time Issei seen her this cold and lonely, usually, Issei saw her as the most bubbly and cheerful around her 'friends.' But it seems, things are different after the tables were turned anyway. Issei too, took out his own coffee, opening it up and taking a long sip from it before returning to whine out at the blue.

"Ano…" Issei was alarmed at the sudden call the girl made. He remained cool as he turns his head to the girl, who was cutely holding the can with her two midget-y hands.

"Can I… can I trust you?." The girl muttered, her pink-red eyes darting at Issei's with obvious glimps of hope written in her eyes.

And then he answered. "If you choose to, then you can." He smiled.

Smiled. Not the smile the girl was expecting for. It was godly different than the smile she has ever seen in her whole life. Instantly, she put her honesty on the line, taking a deep long breath, shutting her eyes closed and then began to blurt out everything.

"I felt betrayed. Today, I was left behind by all of my friends that I thought I could rely on, but I was dead wrong when they all said bad things about me and left me all on my own. And then I came to a realization that everybody just sees me as a person not worth considering as a friend… they just saw me as a tool and someone meant to be toyed." She paused for a moment, she sobbed under her breath as she wiped another one of her tears that escaped her eyes. "I don't wanna become like that… What have I ever done to receive this kind of treatment? All I have wanted was to achieve my dream and to have friends! Living a life happily as a youth!."

Issei blinked strangely.

This… this is the first time Issei met a person who has experienced the same misery as his. The story the girl told was almost the exact copy of Issei's own.

To even begin with, Issei coped with it quite well on his own. But since this is the first time he would actually advice someone(With a good manner), he didn't know what to tell her to do.

But instead, it's best to tell her that someone has been living his life more miserable than hers. Because at least this time, someone was there to take her hand and pull her up.

"Hehe, if you think your's is more screwed up, you should listen to mine." Issei said as he pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging it slightly as he noticed the girl's eyes was staring back at him.

The girl's memories began to surge back in her about the person who abruptly appeared beside her just awhile ago. And then, her eyes flinched briefly in shock as she just came to a sudden insight that the boy beside her was that rumored loner everyone has been talking badly about.

"So it's you…" The girl said silently, but didn't stop Issei from beginning to talk.

Surprisingly, she was the one who was curious to listen carefully to Issei's.

"Well, I had these kind of harsh moments before and there wasn't a single person who had came to me to give me back pats or a shoulder to cry on. Ah, well. The world is meant for us to survive alone anyway." Issei took a sip before he continued. "Back to the point, even though the impact is great and harsh, losing those fake friends is something to be glad off. You shouldn't weep because you realized you're just some non worthy piece of waste, it's them who needs to realize they're below than crap. If they couldn't see the good in you, then they're the ones who are totally wrong." Issei stated his short speech with a mocking snort in the end.

"There are 6 billion people on this planet. If you'll cry over the lost of some friends who couldn't take you serious, than you are blind to the other more worthy people who could offer you a better and healthy relationship."

The girl was taken aback, but in the end she had this feel she should protest "But! I just couldn't get over with it!. I already felt small, and I feel much more smaller after what happened!. And after that! No one! And no one ever looked at me the same way again!." The girl burst into emotional tears afterwards, crying in front of a total stranger who she didn't cared if he sees her like this.

"…I was hurt…, and no one came over back to me…"

"So then why am I here with you?."

The girl widen her eyes in another baffling recognition. She immediately felt her tears stopped as she averted herself to the boy beside her.

Issei snorted "I came here out of random intent, then I found you and decided it was best to stay away from people like you because… you know? Famous?. But suddenly I am here, a total stranger to you who was willing to offer you a shoulder to cry on." Issei said as he bravely, BRAVELY, placed his right on the girl's head, giving a small noogie to it as the girl felt an unusual comforting warmth from it.

"If you are sincere in any form of friendships, prove it by at least making friends with someone who understands you and appreciates the time they spend with you. Think again, I experienced the same way as you are when I was in the first years but I survived till' this third year, alone." Issei took his last sip from the coffee and then turned away from the girl. "Remember. Remember this, but first, forget about those friends who left you behind. If you couldn't start a new friendship, next year isn't short for us. There is a whole wide choices of more worthy people in college if you are willing to." Issei finished as he began to walk away after saying a short goodbye at the girl.

Boy, Issei never felt this 'mature feeling' at all. But he knew, he has given a person another reason to live. For the first time…

"Wait!."

Issei stopped in his tracks as the girl from before called out to him. Issei slowly turned his self over to the direction of the girl who was looking at him with relieved eyes. Not like before which had this emotionless giving up orbs that Issei couldn't let go.

A smile formed on her face as the wind blew calmly at her hair "Please… tell me. What's your name?." She pleaded with her hands braced on her chest and legs closed tightly as she waited for Issei's response.

Issei gently let his lips form a smile on his face "Hyoudou Issei..."

The loli brunette straightaway formed a happy expression on her face, amazingly even after Issei knew how she felt during her sudden breakdown.

But the one Issei expected, but was shocked to hear was;

"My name is-… my name is Nico Yazawa!. It's nice to meet you!." Nico immediately bent her body down in appreciation towards Issei.

Issei was taken aback—wait no holy fuck did – did she just!?.

"..urhh – AHH! It's nice to meet you too Yazawa-san!." Seeing that not doing so would be awkward, Issei also bent his body to Nico who was gripping her fist tightly.

They both stood properly, and Nico was the one to thank Issei again "Thanks, for letting me know how precious I am to myself."

Issei snorts as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly "Nahh it was nothing, it was my… parent who gave me this advice and told me to be my own self."

There was silence for a moment as Issei blinked strangely at the girl who was still darting her eyes at him. But it seems, the girl just wanted to say something afterwards. And Issei didn't expect a whole new level of invitation to him.

"Can we… meet here again? Tomorrow, during lunch!."

Issei stared shockingly, and then he realized.

He couldn't just reject the invitation.

"Of course, I'll see you tomorrow!." Issei said as he walked away with a hum, moving towards the staircase with perfect posture of calmness as he took step and step to the door.

And then he closed it.

Issei didn't realize until now that his heart was beating as hell when the girl first acted like she was going to confess the three holy words to him. IT! IT WAS AS IF-…

GOD DAMN IT THAT GIRL WAS ABNORMALLY CUTE!.

Issei collapsed as he leaned on the wall as a support, beginning to maintain his breath as possible to avoid him from fainting.

Did he just… did he just like…, started the beginning of a beautiful relationship?...

Later that day, everyone(except Nico) noticed the bubbly aura around Issei running around the whole school happily.


The Next Day…

Now he fucking gets it. And the WHY behind the reason she was left behind by her club mates.

"And then I just told that they're doing choreography wrong! Some of them are not-…"

To begin with, do not even start the topic when Issei came here like they promised and suddenly the girl out of nowhere jumped in like a ninja and said "Nico – Nico – Nii!." At him.

So basically, she really did got left behind by those fake friends of hers, but he didn't expected to hear that she also lost her club members that day.

Then, Issei came to hear that she, the girl, Nico created an Idol club by herself and some recruited members. However, the reason why her clubmates left the club was Nico's setting and preference was too DAMN HIGH. Of course no one would enjoy the idea of being controlled and told to what to do to yourself.

"MOOUU! Nico never felt so angry that day! Nico eventually chased them away out!. What a bunch of failures! Then one of them sai-…"

Boy, she recovered quickly.

As much as how Issei pities her because the lost of her friends, he pities her MUCH more because of being this abrasive… at least in a way because she was new to this. One by one of her team members gave up on her because Nico's goal to become an idol was too much for them and they couldn't keep up with her skills.

Did he.. did he made the right choice? Or he picked the wrong person.

Though… if Issei is going to start a friendship between her, then he has to stick with her for awhile. She may look innocent, and he was going to be honest here, some part of her was actually shit, Issei's gotta admit it. And ALSO!, she's still innocent.

She's loud, way too bubbly, abrasive, a bit autistic and childish.

And that's cute, because her alternate part was more caring, kind, lovely and a heartwarmer.

Atleast she's way more different than those girls who fake their friendship. She deserved people better than them.

"Hey Ise! Are you listening!?."

"Yeahhh yeah…."

Nico narrowed her eyes as she puffed out her pinkish cheeks.

"Nico can't believe you're the same person who Nico saw yesterday…"

Issei raised a brow at the claiming.

"And why would that be?."

The brunette tskk'd.

"Because the one Nico met yesterday came to her like a noble knight. Coming to me like Nico was a princess destined to be saved to claim the title and honor the knight dreamt."

Wait, she saw him in that way!?.

"That's… sweet of you. No one ever said something like that to me." Issei blushed as he scratched his cheek in embarassment.

"Nope, now that's all destroyed when I knew you weren't paying attention to me."

Grrrgghhh this girl!.

"Uhhh demo!. I shouldn't be playing around for a moment right now! Nico should start recruiting members, or… or Nico would never achieve her dream to become an idol!." The loli brunette gripped her cheeks as she freaked out her brains when the blood begins to drain out from her head.

Speaking about her dream to become an idol… .

She aint gonna reach it if she keep rolling her way like this.

"I'll be honest here, you're not going anywhere if you keep your bars that high." Did Issei just directly blurted that out.

She was already loud, and she became louder when Issei voiced out his 'honesty'."OOOOOHHHH NANI!?."

Issei began to talk as he facepalmed, letting a small gap between his finger so his left eye wasn't obsecuring his vision of Nico. "Look, first of all, you need to stop forcing people to their limits. People are not machines, you shouldn't tell them to become who they are not."

"Gah!?." It hit Nico like a thousand red bricks falling on her. If that wasn't enough, trust me, I'm an engineer and gray bricks weigh heavier than red bricks.

"Then, stop acting really autistic. Childish is okay, but people aren't going to take you serious if you act really really weird around."

"Geh!?." Then it comes, gray bricks. Tons of them.

"Lastly, take real serious of it. Stating verbally isn't going to prove that you really want to become an idol."

"Hare…" Weirdly, Nico didn't mind a brick wall that said "Despair" falling on her.

Until now, Issei just noticed what he said was terrible as Nico was lying slumply on the ground as if she gave up the burden on her shoulders.

"But! I don't mean you're bad or some sort!. Its just you need some fixing here and there to improve yourself!. You're already almost to perfect and have the potential of becoming a great idol, so it wouldn't be impossible to achieve your dream to become an idol!."

"Really!?." Abruptly, Nico returned to her normal self from the compliment Issei gave.

"Yeahh… to be honest. You're cute, beautiful and delightful… . You also have the charms and spirits to become a fantastic idol. So-…" Issei stopped mid tracks when he noticed Nico was rather, sitting with a cute posture as she looked down at the floor with her bangs obsecuring her eyes.

Issei was beginning to freak out at first, but looks like someone's playing erotic when Nico rose her head up with her face full of ecstasy and rosy hazes as her heart shaped eyes darted endlessly at the madly blushing Issei.

"Yan~ So that's how you look at me as Ise~. If you-..If you keep-… staring at me like that~, Nico is gonna-…"

DONGGG

As smoke rapidly hissed out from the place where Issei karate chopped on Nico's head. Oh wait, Issei's scream speaks for itself…

"…oooooooooOOOOOWWWWW!." Issei took his own right hand and hastily blew it as pain keeps stinging on what possibly is his torn muscle finger. "They really didn't call you thicked skulled for nothing! Ouch ouch ouch ouch!."

"Muuu what was that for!? Eventhough it doesn't hurts, its still rude to hit a girl like that! Don't you know ladies are the most fragile beings men has to take knowledge of!?." Nico said as she puffed her cheeks with both of her hands on her waist.

Issei's cry baby in pain expression immediately replaced with a stern narrowing glare. "Hentai, ero girl. Virginity isn't just that undisturbed hymen down there, but your face expression and personality traits. Next time, don't go showing that kind of face to others. If it wasn't me, you're already raped at this point."

Nico hummed as she considered the powerful advice "Hmmm you're right, and actually do I look weird somewhere?." She continuosly hummed as she observe some parts of her body.

"You look fine, except for the thick skull you got there."

"No! Like, maybe my chest is to small? Maybe my butt is-… too flat?." Nico said as she keep observing her body and once, once unnoticingly wiggled her pancake butt. Little does she know Issei was hiding his little inner.

"Harrghhh for crying out loud…" Issei never had a little sister before, but he knew that girls these days need to take care of their own body from men's lingering eyes. For God's sake, It's an aurat for a reason. Issei thought as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Look Nico, sometimes the beauty you have, the seduction traits you possess, and the cuteness you pride of doesn't matter. All that matters is how the inside is beautiful." Issei somehow felt really like punching himself for saying that.

He's such a hypocrite.

"Besides that, you must take care your image and body from the eyes of men. Don't, make yourself be that cheap jewel in a 2 dollar store, become that expensive and rare gem that people need to sweat and bleed for to get it." Issei resolved his advice with a snort. "Besides, most men wants the original these days. Not second-hands."

"Wait a minute… you're just playing 'Nii-san' around me am I right?. Hmmm?." Nico began to tap her foot repeatedly as she crossed her arms under her flat as pancake flat chest.

Issei raised a brow.

"Well if that's what you'd like to object, then I'm glad I could be your onii-chan. Oh and nii-san sounds like a car. I don't really like it."

"An onii-chan only wanting to keep his imouto for himself, muuu but I actually like the idea of it. You can take care of me, wash my clothes for me, carry my bags for me, cook for me, become my slave and-…"

"Aaaaaaaand that's not gonna happen. Take care of yourelf, you're entering the door to adulthood for freak sake." Issei twitched his mouth into a threatening grin.

"Tchh, spoiler. And all I ever wanted was a big brother. But looks like I took the role as an onee-chan." Nico said as she moved to where Issei was and sat beside him, taking the sight of the blue sky afterwards.

Issei turned his gaze to the girl beside him. Taking a sudden interest at the sudden topic about the onee-chan thing. Since, they haven't known each other's family background yet. Right?.

"A big sister?." Issei stared weirdly at the self proclaimed idol with a shit eating grin. "You?." He snorted, again. "Are you kidding me?." Issei was stopped from further questions as Nico pressed her index finger on Issei's rather sarcastic fat mouth.

"I know, it's hard to believe since I look to young to be seventeen."

Quite harsh, Issei had to admit it. But, in the other side, that's just another of her charms.

"Seriously, how did our talk even get here?." Nico questioned as she pulled away her finger from Issei. "Or is it just me?."

Seemingly that the question is so new to him, Issei didn't know at all "I don't know Nico-san… I never had talked to someone for this long…"

It's a matter that Nico couldn't afford to not respond. Since, its so pitying that Issei had survived till his third year all alone despite the nice traits he has that people around him hadn't dig out.

Though of course, someone just experienced the same ironic fate as well "Atleast you weren't surrounded by a bunch of two faces before." She said dryly, even purposely said it "Oh wait, we did." A smile twitched on her face.

"Yeah…" They both said as they stared into the same endless sky. Enjoying the silence before Nico randomly voiced out.

"Hey."

Issei turned his head to her.

"Best friends?." Nico said as she outstretched her fist at Issei, gesturing a waiting bro fist from Issei.

Issei raised a brow and also his consideration. First of all, he thought this girl was only looking for plain talking to him but suddenly they ended up here, this close. Secondly, it's a girl. Third, it's an autistic girl. And fourth…

She's cute, sincere and why not?. Plus, they both ended up on the same road.

Issei let out a dry laugh, before reached his fist to Nico's and then… "Best friends."

Nico and Issei both let out a fun and awkward smile, before they collided their fists and falalala~.

Its official, then. "Last one to the cafeteria is a chicken!." Aaaaand the girl began to release her real funny nature.


A Prologue. The first, I mean. The second will be published when I can get some few positive opinions the idea of Issei becoming a fused Ultraman with Ddraig, so we'll get Ultraman Ddraig along with some fusions with other Ultramans. Plus, do you like the idea of Issei having another addition to his harem which is the Muse School Idol club? Holy shit fuck yes.

I WILL keep Issei's original personality from the light novel, we will see that soon in oncoming chapters.

About Issei becoming an Ultraman, please watch the new Ultraman Geed tokusatsu show to get a clear image of it :).

Without further a do, the second prologue for this is already in the making and I'm just excited to see how will people react to this. Bye~~.