Ohhhhh boy, has it been some time since I've been here. People have asked me if I was actually dead, and to be fair I've made it seem that way. But im back, im writing again, and hoboy do I have a shit show in store for you.
So, in my absence, ive been playing games. Lots of games. But one stuck out to me and I thought of a whole new story that can break the very foundations of our little perverted protagonist. Soooo, we're going to explore that and see just how much chaos I can cause in this little tale.
Huge warning this story is not for the faint of heart. It will involve some seriously dark shit. This is your one and only warning.
Oh, and for those who ask, I will be updating Dragon of Bael as soon. As Soon. AS SOON! as I can. I've had a baaaad writers block but I shall forge on and be sure to get it out. So definitely look forward to that.
Anywho, with out further ado. Enjoy the read.
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"...Ughh. God dammit..."
The alarm clock blared as loud as it could. The owner of thw device fell to the floor after having a nightmare once more. And the weird glitch at the end of the wake up call was more than enough to stir him.
The unlucky soul was none other than Issei Hyoudou. An average high school student with nothing really extraordinary about him.
It was the worst way to wake him up but the recurring nightmares he's been having have become so real, he feels his very reality tear apart more and more.
It's been the same dream, again and again. No matter how much he's tried it's never left him. It's always haunted him. And it's been getting closer and closer every day. But never before has he heard "today is the day" in any form of the nightmare.
These nightmares hadn't started till he was in junior high. He would see girls...little girls experimented on, tortured, abused, and then tossed away like garbage. And it happened again and again and again.
Their screams would fill his ears. He could see their endless tears as they cried in isolation. And sometimes he would see them commit suicide to get away from it all. Whether it was hanging themselves, stabbing themselves, hell he even saw one of them snap their own neck. All for it to reset the next night.
What had he done to deserve such of fate? To witness that type of pain and agony every night for the past few years? And why hasnt he himself commited suicide to get away from it all. The suffering, the anguish, the very cries of bloody murder, why hadn't he ended it all as those girls in his dream had?
Was it the fear of doing so. Or the fact that he had a purpose that hadn't been fulfilled yet?
Either way, he felt like shit this morning. And the nightmares plagued his mind, as they always do. But he still had school today. And God forbid he miss his only escape from his room.
"Wake up, Ise!"
His mother's voice called from the bottom of the stairs. Every morning she woke him like that. And it always reminded him that he was still alive somehow. His mother knew of his nightmares and this was her way of reminding him that it wasn't real and that everything would be okay. At least, that's what they told themselves.
Even if it was a safety response to keep Issei from going insane, it was the only thing he could cling to and hold his sanity together.
"I know, I know! I'm getting up now!" He shouted through the door.
The brunette picked himself up and stretched while releasing a stiff yawn. He felt so down after waking up. He stared at the clock and noticed how the numbers were glitching. They had never done that before but he shrugged it off and unplugged the clock. When the numbers had disappeared, he nodded his head and walked away.
He took a shower, threw on his uniform, and walked downstairs to the front door. There, he slipped on his school shoes and grabbed his school bag before opening the door.
"I'm off," he shouted back into the house.
There was no response but he knew his mother heard him. He turned to the picture of his father by the door and gave a quick prayer before leaving the house.
God knows it would be the last day things would be like this.
-XOXOXOXOX-
Kuoh Academy. A private school for the excellent.
That was the school Issei attended.
It was a co-ed school as of recent, having been a girl's school only a couple of years ago. So, currently, there were more girls than boys in a massive ratio split. As the grades went down, the number of boys increased, still leaving much more girls than boys overall.
Issei Hyoudou was a second year high school student and the ratio of girls and boys in his class was four to one. For the third year students, it was eight to one, double the numbers. Just as an example.
Even now, the girls had a much stronger authority than boys. The majority of the students on the Student Council were girls, and the Student Council President was also a girl.
He was able to pass the entrance exam for this school, just barely. It was rigourous and Issei had to study very hard to have even the smallest of chances. But, somehow he did it and he was relieved when he read his acceptance letter.
Issei's goal in all of this was to find a way to distract himself from those dreams. And he did so with his love of books and reading. He spent a lot of his free time in the library and found himself able to escape the torment when he was immeresed in an amazing story.
He wanted to start some kind of club but no one had as much as an interest as he had. That and the fact that many people didnt talk to him, seeing as he gave off the vibe of an anti-social weirdo. Last thing he needed was people bullying him about his nightmares. That might actually set him over the edge to attempt suicide so he never gave the opportunity to anyone and mostly kept to himself in class.
To be more precise they ignored him, as if he was trash lying on the floor. If only they knew, maybe someone would understand.
Oh well, he couldn't really complain too much. He had his books and had his friends within the pages. There he could live a normal life, or one of heroism, or even one of tyranny if he wanted to.
W̬̙̬̞̤̗͊̒̉̍̎̈̿͒͟͞e̴̬̬̣͍̦͂̐͛̓̽̒'̨̧̢̞͉̘͚̦̩̉̈́͛̌̽͒͐͘r̨̖͖̮̰̳̊̅͌́̑͛̈͘̕͟e̸̡̧̩̗̳͍̥̱͚͊̆̑̌̉͞ h̸͍̱̉̓̄͑̅̈́̚͜͟͟͢ͅe̢̧̹̲̳̣̘̦̻͒́̊͂͌̐̽̂̄͌͜r̵̡̲͙̹̬̹̬̜̼̮̽̀̔̐́̅͑ḛ̵̟͕̱͇̳̖̾̈́͐̐̀̅͗̕͘͜͞ f̮̞̙͔̍͆́͑͐͟͡ơ̷̧̡͚͇̠̦̘͚͍͌̏͊̿̎̀͒̀͟͝r̢͖̪̱̥͕̍͆͌̆̆́̿̑͛͘ͅ y̴̨̨̩̦͍͎͚̬͙̭̔͌̍̔̚o̴̭̲̹͓̜̪̾́͐̑̔̀́̍͗ų̢̛̹͇̺̙̗͈̽͒̀̄͘͟͞ͅ.̸̨̲͇͓̖͙̿̈͆̒̽͋.͇̬̖̖͍̹̮̼͈̍̊̀̃͌̓̚͜.̸̛̫͚͔͕̖͙̘̐̆͗͐̏̈́̿̔
Issei clutched his head and stumbled into the gate by his side. He was lucky no one was around to see that.
'What the hell...?' He thought as he tried to rub the pain away.
It was the first time the voice from his dreams spoke to him outside of it. Was he truly losing his mind?
"Dammit, this is becoming too much..." He muttered as he straightened himself. He continued his walk to school, holding his head in his hand the rest of the way.
-XOXOXOXOX-
The brunette arrived to class and released a heavy sigh as he slid into his chair. He laid his head on his desk and stared off into the distance. His headache was still there and he continued to try and rub it off.
"Hey, buddy. How was the DVD I lent you? It was some good stuff, wasn't it?"
A bald headed guy spoke to Issei. It was one of the rare people who actually talked to him. His name was Matsuda.
Matsuda looked very athletic, but he was the type of pervert who made sexually harassing comments every day to the female student body and used his athleticism to spy and run away from girls in the athletic clubs.
It was a surprise he hadn't been expelled yet.
The bald boy was an athlete during his time in junior high school, where he broke many records, but since his transition to high school, he's joined the Photography club. He is really open about his ambition of wanting to take photos of every part of a girls bodiy and he made sure to make it sound extra creepy.
And all of that put together earned him the nickname "Perverted Baldy" and the "Sexual Harassing Paparazzi".
"Phew...what an amazing start to an amazing day. The wind blew just right and I was able get a good view of some girls' panties on my way to class."
The guy behind Matsuda was another sort of acquaintance. He wore a pair of glasses, tried to play the cool nerd, and was the weakest of the two perverts, Motohama.
He had a special ability called "Scouter" and with it, he could tell the numerical values of a girl's measurements through just a glance. The drawback, however, is that he has a special condition where he turns into a limp noodle when he takes his glasses off.
That has given him the nickname "Perverted Glasses" and the "Three-size Scouter".
These two were Issei's...associates? Maybe? Eh, who cares. They talk to him. And they were known as the Perverted Duo of Kuoh Academy.
Any other day, Issei would have been fine to see them. But today, facing them in the morning, after such a hard night, was really making him upset. He felt sick, almost like he was jabbed in the stomach. Possibly even stabbed. But there was no marks or signs of blood when he checked after his shower. And boy, did it feel like a knife was being twisted inside.
"I got some nice stuff today!" Matsuda exclaimed with a smirk. He opened his bag and pours out the remnants inside.
Books and DVDs were piled up on Issei's desk, all having very suggestive titles and images on the cover. In other words, porn.
"Kyah!"
A small scream came from a girl far away from the trio. Across the room to be exact. It was as if she had been waiting to scream and it only made Issei's headache worse.
The brunette tried to understand though. After all, something like this was happening so early in the morning. And in the wide open at that where many students could see. And the last thing he wanted was to be labeled a perv.
"You guys are the worst!"
"Die, filthy perverts!"
Damn, too late.
Those comments came from some of the females in class. Matsuda and Motohama didn't care. Issei couldn't even think straight as the voices made his head hurt worse.
"Shut it! This is our entertainment! Girls and kids should look away and keep away! Or else, I will rape all of you inside my head!"
Matsuda's threat was very vulgar. Issei couldn't help but lower his head deeper into his arms. Some students noticed the brunette's disdain but pushed it to focus on the Perverted Duo.
Issei had always been a loner but he at least spoke with the two pervs. However, he hasn't said a word nor made any real acknowledgement of them. They could only assume he was beginning to reach a limit.
Matsuda sighed while looking back at his friend's dull face.
"Hey hey hey. Why do you have a face like that when there are so many treasures right in front of you?" He asked with slight irritation.
"Yeah man, these are gifts from the gods themselves. You can't even get some of this stuff in Japan," Motohama added on while sliding his glasses back into place.
"Whatever. I'm just not feeling good, alright?" The brunette replied with half his face buried behind his arm.
"Are you sick dude?" Matsuda asked.
"No, I...its nothing."
"Are you sure dude?" Motohama asked.
"Yeah, if you guys hurry you can watch all of this in the broadcast room," Issei replied shortly.
Both perverts eyes widened before they met one another's. "You make a valid point," Matsuda said with a creepy grin.
"Yeah, we'll catch you later Issei!" Motohama added.
The duo grabbed everything and slid it back into Matsuda's bag. They gave a final salute before running off to fill their young adolescent needs. Meanwhile, Issei stayed at his desk and lowered his head deeper into his arms. He was back to his peace and quiet, at least till class started. He could only hope that the rest of the day was easy. And that the headache would go away.
I̧͕̭̫̹͈̅̿͑̿̉͠'̢̭̭̳̻̯̮̦̘̥̔̄̋͊́͠͝m̢̮̜̺̲̝̱̍̿̓͑̽͢͢͢ ç̸̢̢̹̟̤̭̖̫̠̔̎̃́͗̏͠͠o̷̡̢͍̬̬͖̹̲̬̗̊̈́̄͂̑͗͘ṃ̸̧̨̰̩̯̀͑̃̽̅̆̓͡i̧̖͎̤̱͙̹̺͑͆͗̊͐͊͐͢͡ͅn̢̯̺̤̫̻̳͌̽̿̈́͊̄̏͟͢ḡ̷̼̣̱̥̖͚̜̑̿͒͗̏̀͢͞͠.̛̩̳͓̦̯̯̭̠͖̗̍̐̋͗̓͘͠͝͡.̵̧͔͔̟͌̍̀̉̔͘͟͞͝.̛̣̦̰̘̰͖̘̄̍͌̆͘͝͝͝
The voice again... Issei grabbed his skull in pain and shook his head. It was louder and sounded much closer than ever before. He held in his screams as the pain was extreme.
Why was this happening..? Why? Issei could only hope that the pain would go away. And this dark nightmares would stop plaguing his mind.
What did it all mean?
-XOXOXOXOX-
The sun was setting as school had finally ended. Issei begrudgingly dragged himself home, realizing that he would have to suffer through the same nightmare once more. He hated the fact and grit his teeth as he tried to prepare himself for it once more.
Couldnt he have just one night of peace? One night where he could dream of anything nice or gentle? He'd even be happy if he didn't dream of anything at all. He just didn't want to see the suffering of those girls again. Anything to avoid watching the murdering or suicides. Anything to avoid hearing those bloody screams.
Let alone now having the painful voice in his head giving him headaches and tearing his very being apart from the inside out.
If there was some kind of way to get it out of his head, he would do it. Even if it meant finally growing the balls to end it all.
But as of now, he hadnt the balls or spine to make such a commitment. So, for now, he would have to suffer another night.
Issei came to a bridge. The same one that connected the school district to the residential district that he took every day.
Except, it wasn't the same as last time. For some reason, a girl was standing on the bridge, staring at him. Why?
"Ano..."
Oh, she spoke to him.
"Y-You're Issei Hyoudou, aren't you?" She asked, looking very timid.
Issei blinked a few times, staring back at the girl with blank eyes. She seemed like the type of girl any guy would be lucky to have. She was short, had long black hair, violet eyes, cute face, large bust, and had the shy girl vibe that made men turn into beasts.
Issei, however, had much deeper thoughts on his mind to concern himself with that type of stuff. He could only sigh and scratch the back of his head out of agitation.
"Listen, if someone put you up to this, I'm sorry but I'm not indulging," he replied. He then stepped to the side and attempted to walk around her.
"Eh? A-ah, wait wait wait!" She exclaimed, stepping in front of him. "No one put me up to this! I came to meet you on my own. My names Yuuma Amano... I-"
Issei stared down at her with a half lidded stare. He closed his eyes and sighed, taking in a deep breath before releasing it. He really didn't want to deal with this but it seemed she was not going to let him go so easily. Better he give her a straight answer then.
"Listen, whatever reason you're talking to me, I'm not interested. I'd really just like to get home. So you can tell your friends or whatever that I was too chicken to do anything." And with that, he stepped besides her once more and began to walk away.
"Wait! I-"
*shkk* *Thud*
Issei sighed. Was he a little too harsh? Did she really fall down chasing him?
Maybe he should apologize.
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"...!"
Issei's eyes shot open. His head started to pound but the cold shiver that went up his spine kept him perfectly straight. He began to sweat immediately as he felt his body go numb.
The voice...that voice, it couldn't be. He could only hope his ears were playing tricks on him. Or that his mind was starting to warp his reality around him. He could only hope he finally went insane and would throw himself over the wall to his death.
Because was he dreaming or...
"..."
Had that voice come from directly behind him?
Issei swallowed the large lump in his throat. He found it increasingly hard to breathe as he clenched and unclenched his fists nervously. There was no way it could be. No fucking way in the existence that the voice that haunted him for many years was an actually person and said person was standing behind him.
Was it that girl? Was she the person plaguing his mind? Was she some kind of figment of his imagination that finally took a physical form? And was now here to haunt him outside of his dreams?
Issei didn't want to turn back but he could now have an answer to his question. But...at the same time, a grip on his heart kept him from doing so. Squeezing every time he had the urge to attempt. Almost as if building the anticipation around him and building the, already swelling, fear in him.
"Why... Why am I endlessly tortured...?" He muttered, shutting his eyes to stop the tears that were building up inside.
"Oh Issei, don't be afraid. I'm here to make you mine, and only mine~..." A voice spoke up from behind him.
The brunette froze completely stiff. That voice was nowhere near the same as the girl from before. It was stronger, more confident, and had a sadistic drip just behind each word. There was no way the girl from before could ever replicate the voice of the woman behind him.
"Don't worry my love, I made sure this pesky fallen angel didn't get the chance to hurt you~..." The mysterious woman continued.
The sound of steps filled Issei's ears, somehow louder than the rapid beating of his heart. He then heard the sound of her picking something up and then the steps of her walking back towards him.
Issei didn't dare turn around. The fear kept him as still as a statue and his mind was running a mile a minute trying to figure out what she was carrying.
But despite the tens of hundreds of thoughts he could come up with, none had prepared him for what rolled to his feet.
When he looked down, nothing in a thousand lifetimes could have prepared him for the object between his feet.
"I hope this makes you feel better. She won't be a bother anymore," the woman said cheerfully.
Issei covered his mouth from the sudden bile that shot up through his throat. He couldnt hold it back as a large portion of his lunch squeezed through his hands and fell to the ground, splattering the object just below him.
"I'm glad you like it! Hope it serves as a good warning to others!"
The teen had never felt so sick in his life. And with the amount of mental strain that was already on him, this was the straw that broke the camels back. Issei began to run, run as fast as he could and as far as he could. Anything to get away from thw woman behind him and the object she called a "gift".
For what he saw will never leave his mind again.
The thing, the warning as she called it, was the severed head of the girl, Yuuma Amano.
-XOXOXOXOX-
*Pant pant*
*Slam*
*Pant pant pant*
Issei had gotten home and slammed his door shut the immediate moment he got inside. He locked both locks before throwing his back against the door, trying to catch his breath.
"D...Damn it... What the...hell was that?" He asked aloud. He couldn't believe what he saw. He couldnt believe what he heard.
Some psychopath just killed someone right behind him!
How was he suppose to take that!? Was he suppose to call the police? Does he keep his mouth shut!? Does he try to forget it?
No, he would never be able to do that.
So what was he suppose to do?
The brunette slid down the door, throwing his head back against it as he continued to pant, only just lightly now.
"Why does it always have to be me? Why can't I live a normal life and have normal things..?" He asked no one in particular.
There was a long moment of silence. He didn't expect an answer. Only an open ended question that may never get answered.
"Because you arent normal, my love..."
Issei opened his eyes quickly. They were wide with fear and he began to shake violently as he knew that voice.
Slowly, he lowered his head to look ahead of him. All he saw were bright green eyes and a sinister grin that made every hair on his body stand at attention.
"Issei~, you ran from me. That wasn't very nice~," she said softly. Slowly, she reached her hand out and stroked his cheek, causing the brunette to tense up. His heart rate quickened to a scary level and all his fear came crashing down on him at once.
The woman waa unaffected by this and only continued to smile as she strokes his cheek. "Dont worry Ise, I know I startled you back at the bridge. I'll be sure you know I'm the only one for you..."
"Eh..." He squeaked out. And as she grew closer his eyes widened.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Okay I'm sure there are a lot of you questioning what kind of mind fuck I'm trying to pull. The answer is simple. A big one. I'm trying to make it so off the grid that even Dan Salvato would be proud. "Hint hint".
With that said, I've established a darker, depressed Issei which has been done before but he will make an even more interesting change very soon. As for our star girl, she's a Yandere, obviously. So go nuts on that in the comments .
As for any other wild things or questions, leave them in the reviews as well and I'll try to get to them all. Busy life and all that of adulting. Bleh.
Anywho, hope you enjoyed and I'll see you guys around.
Also, will start a discord soon. Pay attention for that.
Laterssss