"I think you're really cute, and I would like for you to go out with me," a meek girl said. She had a slender body with a large bust. Her school uniform consisted of a dark red jacket with the letter "P" embroidered in gold, a white undershirt, a red bow, and a green skirt with a thin white strip around the lower end of it.
"I don't know what to say," Sparrow responded, looking at the beautiful girl in front of him. "I mean, we barely know each other."
"Please!" the girl pleaded, giving those puppy eyes that broke down hesitation. "One date. If you give me one date, then you could see for yourself." She hugged herself, her chest expanding. "Perhaps." Her voice sounded innocent. "You could be the one for me."
Sparrow sighed. 'Why couldn't my life me normal?' She the girl was beautiful, but he wasn't bothered to go out with a random girl. He bit his lip in thought. "Sure, I guess. You never know what could happen," he said.
The girl ran up and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Sparrow," she said, and went along on her merry way.
"That was something else," Sparrow said, looking at the retreating form of the giddy Yuuma. "It's still strange that she would ask me out," he pondered to himself.
Unbeknownst to him, pairs of eyes were looking at him. The owner was a petite white-haired girl. She wore the girls' Kuoh academy uniform but without the cape. Her eyes were the color of honey, and her hair was decorated with black cat-shaped hair clips.
She slurped the lolly she was eating. "I need to tell Rias."
"So, the fallen angel has made contact with sparrow." Koneko nodded at Rias' words. "And she's also planned a date. I think you know what I'm thinking.
"The fallen angel is planning to kill Sparrow," Akeno answered.
"Yes," Rias agreed. Her hand took a chess piece; carefully, she analysed the Pawn piece with focus and placed it back down onto to the table. She had made up her mind. "We'll let the date go through, and then we strike near the end."
"Right!" the rest answered.
Sparrow was waiting for Yuuma on the Sunday, at the mall. He had gotten here early, so he expected to be waiting. He wanted to make a good impression on the date. Who knows what might happened if things went bad. It would be too troublesome for him to deal with the consequences.
Someone tapped him on his shoulder and he turned around to see a busty woman in a red skirt. She wore bat wings as an accessory, red lipstick as a cosmetic accessory, a golden bracelet, and a handbag in one hand, and a flyer in the other. She had matching black hair and eye color, and she was smiling.
"Can I help you?" Sparrow asked. It was surprising to see a random (most likely) person cosplay in the mall, but he made little interest to it.
"Take a flyer," she said. She gave him the wizened paper, which he took for no real reason. The woman left after. Sparrow looked at the flyer with keen eyes. "Make a wish, and it will come true." He laughed at that. "Who would believe in such rubbish?" Sparrow asked. He wished that it could be simple, but it was not meant to be.
"Sparrow!" Yuuma called out, running towards Sparrow, who nodded back at the approaching woman. Her attire consisted of a short black dress with a small, light purple jacket on top. Her silky black hair reached to her hips, and her violet eyes shined. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting.
"Not really. Let's go."
"All right!"
The date was alright for Sparrow. Nothing major. They went out for food, they both searched the shops for accessories. Raynare ended up getting a pink, fluffy band, but Sparrow just took someones money to pay for it.
It was starting to get late; the sun was already beginning its' descent downwards. Yumma had taken Sparrow towards the park where a water fountain lay gushing in a magnetic field-like way. Yumma walked up ahead of Sparrow, stopping at the water fountain.
Sparrow noticed this. "What's going on?"
Yumma kept her smile, like she was forming a diabolical plan. "To commemorate this date, I would like to do something special," she said. Her tone sounded quite happy, and Sparrow was curious, the date wasn't that special. That was his opinion, so he couldn't really compare his thoughts with Yumma.
Yuuma walked up towards him and bowed her head towards him, slightly titling it upwards but her head was still bent. "Can you do something for me?" she asked politely, although it reeked of something weird.
"What is it?" Sparrow asked.
"Could you die for me?" she said.
Sparrow immediately jumped away. His eyes widened at the low tumble of her voice. His eyes caught of a barrier trapping him with the mature looking woman. The blue-purple wall hid the world from him, leaving him to the dark intent on the woman. Sparrow spotted the darker tone of purple in her eyes, and her mature face.
"We have a smart one, eh?" she said.
Sparrow tutted. "When you hear a person say they want to kill you, it's normal for you to react in that kind of way. Using your brain, is what I call it."
Yuuma laughed. "Enough of this outfit." A light rose around her, shedding her clothes. Her clothing changed dramatically, now consisting of black, strap-like objects (resembling leather) around and under her breasts, a thong-like piece held around her hips by three thin straps, gloves that ran right up her arms with small lengths of chains hanging from them, shoulder guard-like objects on her shoulders with three large spikes sprouting from her right shoulder, and black thigh-high heel boots.
"What the fuck are you? An exhibitionist?"
"Shut your mouth, human!" she shouted. How dare a human refer to her by such a term? "I am the mighty Raynare!" she declared arrogantly. A pair of crow wings came from her back.
'Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm fucking sure that she is a fallen angel from Christianity! It was a good run, Sparrow.'
Raynare smiled darkly. "Your life is done for, and you know it." A pink light appeared into her hand, forming into a spear. "It's such a shame that I have to kill you, but a job is a job. We could of been closer. Such a shame."
"Fuck you!" Sparrow replied. "Take that for shame, slut!" he added, taunting the fallen angel. 'It may not be the best idea, but her emotion might distract her; whereas, I would be finished if she concentrated.
"Die!"
