End Game Chapter 2
Men and Women
Disclaimer : I own Jack Squat.
****End Game****
"Ise, meet Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze."
"Ahaha, I'm no one special, just an ordinary passerby."
"Ara ara, that's right, you don't have to be so respectful to a shitty hentai like him so you can just call him shitty hentai jiji siscon." Akeno-senpai said with a completely straight face and a mature affectionate smile that totally didn't suit the absolutely loathing glint in her narrowed eyes.
"...Or you could call me Naruto..." he added nervously.
'Don't act like you didn't hear Akeno-san say anything!'
****End Game****
Good Morning, my name is Issei Hyoudou, a complete pervert and so-called trash of society. It's really hard to admit it but I'm really in trouble right now. Earlier today I had gone to have a nap in the infirmary for two reasons. The first was because I hadn't been feeling well after witnessing so much blood being spilt. Even if the blood spilt belonged to a inhuman monster it still wasn't easy to witness something like that.
But that isn't the problem right now, the problem was that I was being hugged.
By a completely naked Buchou.
In the infirmary.
In school.
This was like that special unlockable scene in that super rare, super special H-game Motohama lent me! Especially because due to Motohama's obsession with Buchou, the heroine of the game also looked Buchou! Ah... Motohama... sorry but it looks like I'm going ahead first. I'm stepping further and further into a real adult's world unlike the two of you.
I really wanted to thank Kami for this blessing but then I remembered that as a devil, praying to Kami would incite His wrath.
That's right, I Issei Hyoudou, am a recently resurrected low class devil, Pawn of Rias Gremory, heir to the house of Gremory, bearer of a Sacred Gear ; a gear that supposedly that contained the infamous Red Dragon in it, and I was currently resisting the temptation to fully reach out squeeze those two soft, fleshy, juicy, creamy orbs in front of my face.
Strange, it felt more like torture then pleasure.
"Fufufu, if you want to touch them, you can do it you know. I won't get angry."
"Bu-bu-buchou! You were awake? I- I mean, what were you doing in here with me?"
"Huhuhu, I was tired so I came here to sleep. I needed a plush toy to hug so that I could sleep, and you coincidentally happened to be in here as well. Besides... watching your conflicted face was so interesting. Does this chest of mine intrigue you that much?"
"Wha-what are you saying? Of course I am! They are the most perfect pair of BREASTS that I have ever seen. They have a perfect shape, perfect curves, perfect shape! Everything is perfect about Buchou!"
Rias Gremory laughed quietly at her Pawn's exceedingly enthusiastic rant about her anatomy, adorning a sultry expression on her face, the naked princess began leaning towards Issei's face.
Issei's breath hitched and he stiffened as Buchou's perfect face got nearer and nearer to his, that perfect face with such a sultry and perfect expression on it, full, vivid pouting red lips, perfectly shaped nose, bright red eyes glinting with mischief...
Wait what?
"Huhuhu, if they really are perfect... Do you want to touch them? Touch these sinful breasts." Buchou's seductive and husky voice echoed in his ear, wiping out any thoughts Ise might have had. The young man gulped and nodded frantically, "Ye-yes, anything!"
Buchou leaned in closer.
Issei could feel his heart beating so fast he was afraid that it would burst out of his chest, he could feel the alluring warmth of her skin since she was so close, just as he thought she was going to kiss him on the lips, her weight shifted and those seductive red lips moved towards his ear instead, "Mmmm... then I want you to promise me something. If you can do it, I'll let you touch them all you want."
Gulp.
"A-anything."
"I want you to..."
Gulp.
"Make a contract with a client."
"Eh?"
Abruptly Buchou's wondrous heat retreated and Issei was left dazed as the red haired lady expertly put on all her clothes in less than a second, "Jaa, I'm looking forward to your success Ise-kun."
Rias winked at the dazed boy and left without another word.
'I... I feel like I've just been tricked... But I can't bring myself to be angry about it...'
Issei blinked, make a contract? "Uwoooh! Just watch Buchou! No matter what I'll make a contract today!"
Hurriedly shrugging on all his clothes, Issei immediately sped to the clubroom to obtain his newest assignment.
Throwing the door open aggressively, Issei who was breathing heavily from his sudden sprint stepped into the clubroom triumphantly.
Only to feel all his vigour leave him as he noticed exactly who was in the clubroom.
Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze.
Ah... the man in the long coat was the second reason he had been in the infirmary. He had been so busy contemplating and worrying about the competition that a male newcomer that might cause in his race to be a Harem King, especially since Akeno-san and Rias Buchou were both the most beautiful women in Kuou Academy. Surely him just being there lowered his chances with them drastically. Just having that idiotic bishonen Yuuto was bad enough, now there was another competitor in the form of an experienced male demon that appeared to be very strong if last night was indication.
The fact that Issei's Sacred Gear didn't like him wasn't exactly helping the hooded man's case.
****Flash back****
"Family retainer? I thought he was your brother?" Issei's muddled brain tried to flush out all the adrenaline surging through his head that was making it hard to think properly.
Buchou nodded with an affectionate smile on her lips, "You can think of him as a permanent butler to the Gremory family. I call him Nii-sama because when I was younger he used to take care of me a lot whenever everybody else was busy."
"A-ah... I see."
He got the feeling that the man in the white coat was winking at him from behind the shadows cast by his hood, just then the man in question stepped forward, held out his hand and spoke cheerfully as if he had not just blown half a mansion away with one breath, "Like I said, you can just call me Naruto. Since we're both Pawns and comrades in the Gremory family, there's no need for honorifics eh?"
Blinking, Issei automatically reached out to grasp the calloused hands in a handshake.
'Aibo(Partner)! Don't touch him! This man is dangerous!' A deep, gruff war like voice echoed in his head.
"Huh?" Whe-where did that voice come from?" He cried out, his hand jerking back from the handshake as if burnt, Issei swung his head around wildly to look for the source of the voice, "Wh-whose there?"
When no one replied he turned to his club mates only to find each and every one of them looking at him strangely, except Akeno-san. The Occult Club's Vice President actually seemed to approve of the fact that Issei didn't touch Naruto. Although her reasons seemed different from his own.
"No-none of you heard that voice?"
Everyone shook their heads in the negative, "I uh... see." Just then the armoured gauntlet on his left hand vibrated, causing his eyes to widen. So the voice was from his Boosted Gear...
Hiding his nervousness, Issei decided to heed the Dragon's advice and sketched a polite bow instead of a handshake, acting as if his actions weren't completely forced.
The hooded man simply nodded and Issei got the impression that the man had some idea of what had just happened but was simply amused instead of insulted.
Amused in the way a predator would entertain itself as it watched its prey struggle that is...
****Flash back End****
Anyway, he didn't even know what Naruto looked like; the man had not pulled down his hood for even a second after his introduction, so for now Naruto was still categorized as a potential enemy to the Harem plan.
A blast of lightning narrowly missed Issei.
The brown haired boy blinked nervously. Did his death just miss his head by a few centimetres?
"Ara, ara, stop running away please, kuso jiji (shitty geezer)."
"Then stop trying to kill me, Thunder Tits!"
One could hear the sound of Akeno's vein snapping as she doubled the amount of attacks. If she wasn't trying to kill him before, she was certainly trying to do so now.
"Urrk! Why are you trying to kill me? All I did was steal your red panties!"
"Red... panties...?" Against all odds, the black aura around Akeno became even more malevolent, "Fufufu... At least now I have a legitimate reason to kill you."
"Wait what! Legitimate? Then what the hell was the last 100 bolts you threw at me for!"
"Accidents."
"Accidents my cute ass! Gyaaah!"
Blinking slightly, Issei's brains decided he was probably better off not noticing the scene of carnage in front of him for the sake of his already dwindling sanity. Even he thought stealing panties from the Ultimate Sadist of the Gremory Family was fairly stupid and that was saying something if even Issei Hyoudou, resident pervert extraordinaire thought it was stupid.
Pretending not to see another bolt of lightning narrowly miss the tall man's family jewels he mechanically moved towards a grinning Kiba, "A... ah... good afternoon Yuuto."
"Ah, good day to you too Ise-kun." A sparking sword was barely lifted in time to absorb another blast of lightning, "My my, today seems like it's going to be rather busy isn't it?"
One eyebrow started twitching, "Busy? I uh... dunno what you're talking about. I didn't see anybody being fried by Akeno-san. Nope. Nothing at all."
"Ahh... denial, eh? Wise choice, well, at least until everything left of your sanity disappears anyway." Yuuto nodded wisely.
Don't say something so ominous with such a handsome smile, you damned bishonen!
"Anyway what brings you here so early?"
"I... uh, came to get my client for the day. I promised Buchou I would finally sign a contract with a client today so I wanted to get it done as fast as possible." Issei explained as he carefully blocked out the sounds of a man being tortured behind him.
Yuuto carefully peeked over Issei's shoulder, "The assignments are with err... Akeno-san." Yuuto blinked, "She's about done roasting him so you can go talk to her now. Just... don't stand in front of her, she tends to break peop-"
"Aieeee! My spine! My spine! It's not supposed to make that kind of sound!"
"Ara, ara, what sound?"
Crraccck!
"That sound! That soundduoooh!"
Kiba coughed politely, "-I mean, things that stand in front of her after one of her episodes." He finished as if nothing had interrupted them.
'You were going to say people didn't you? Wait, episodes? What episodes? This happens even when Naruto-san isn't here?' Issei thought frantically, 'Ah kaa-san... The life of a low class devil really isn't easy after all...'
"Ahahaha, you're so funny Yuuto, I don't see anything being roasted at all."
"That's because you refuse to look behind you."
Damn you, Yuuto! Don't break my illusions of a happy school life with a kind and beautiful Akeno-san with just a few words!
****End Game****
Staring at a map in his hand, Issei scratched his head in confusion. "This is the place isn't it?" Issei muttered softly, he had tried ringing the bell a few times but no one had answered.
He thought of going back to Akeno to get confirmation but his rational side immediately vetoed that suggestion. When he had asked for today's assignment, an extremely cheerful Akeno had given one last disturbingly orgasmic moan before daintily wiping some sweat off her shining face with a lacy handkerchief and passed him the map with a beatific smile on her face that sent shivers down his back for some reason.
Issei studiously ignored the pile of charcoal by her feet and bowed before racing out of the clubroom.
"Ahh... no point worrying about it. I'll just go in and check myself." Issei steeled his resolve and laid one palm on the door knob.
The door silently swung open, "Eh? It's... not locked?"
-Badump-
"What is this uneasiness?" Issei muttered quietly as he stealthily walked through the dark hallways.
Just as the brown haired boy entered the living room he accidentally stepped into something wet, "Hii... What is this? Water? Tsk, idiot owner left without locking his door or closing his taps. What a waste."
He reached down to pull off his wet sock but it whatever the fluid was, it was too sticky to be water, "Hmm? This... isn't water?" he held his wet hand closer to his face so that he could see the substance clearer in the dark.
"Ahh! Blood! It's blood!" Issei immediately scrambled backwards but froze when his back touched something equally wet.
"Wh-what is this?" he slowly turned around to find a wall. The entire wall had been painted with blood, tumbling away as far as possible Issei frantically looked around, aside from one every other wall had been painted with blood.
He felt bile slowly rise up, "Ur-urk, wha-what the hell is this? Th-this is insane!"
Hung on the one remaining wall was a disfigured body, torn open with its entrails hanging out and crucified in an extremely distasteful parody of a reversed Christian Cross. Beside the body, he could see something written all over the wall with blood that probably once belonged to the corpse.
Stumbling to a corner where there was relatively little blood, Issei could not hold it in anymore and promptly puked onto the floor. Shakily he remained in that position even after he was done emptying his stomach, trying to gather enough energy in his legs to escape the house when a few strains of child's song along with light footsteps as if the singer was dancing, slowly floated into the living room.
Forcing his shaking legs to obey, Issei grimly prepared himself for the newcomer.
Candles suddenly flared into life as the singer danced into the room, at a glance, the newcomer looked normal if rather flamboyant. An official looking long coat, white pristine hair and sharp features. Only the insane smile and the gun holster on the singer's belt told Issei that the man wasn't normal in the least.
He prepared himself for battle.
****End Game****
A tall man enshrouded in a shadowy trench coat stood atop a neighbouring building's roof as he watched the white haired priest slowly taunt and demolish the low class devil. One single snort escaped his lips, Freed was insane and completely unreliable even at the best of times, but he definitely knew how to cause people pain.
Cloth rustled as the huge man readied himself. A red glow that signalled reinforcement for the beleaguered devil had begun to glow through the living room's window, Freed thought talented wasn't powerful enough to handle more than three low class devils by himself so the towering man resigned himself to helping the insane priest.
Just as he crouched down to prepare for a giant leap, a finger tapped his shoulder. Shocked, the huge man immediately rolled away from a hooded man that had appeared out of nowhere before standing up and facing the smaller man menacingly, "Who are you?" he growled out ominously.
The man whose features were hidden in the darkness of his hood seemed to eye the man up and down, "Just a passerby. You're a big one aren't you?"
The man who was built like a shit brick house grinned menacingly, "A passerby? Well too bad but I have to kill you now that you've seen me. If you want to hate someone hate Kami."
"Ah. Wait, wait, I just wanted to ask you some questions."
"Huh?"
The smaller man scratched his head in an annoyed manner, "Azazel sent word. 'Your sister is in danger.' Word for word. That idiot is obviously measuring our skills for whatever insane plan he has in mind but the warning worked like a charm and now my utterly riled up boss is on the warpath. And when he is riled up, we don't get to sleep because we have to baby sit that dumbass. So far I haven't been able to find anything concrete other than the fact that the monsters seem more restless than usual. So would you terribly mind telling me exactly what is it that whoever your boss is is planning? You see, if I don't find out and protect his sister while I'm at it, my boss will be very upset with me and I kinda want to go back and finally get a nice long night's worth of sleep without a certain psycho Queen trying to turn me into her personal walking lightbulb."
The taller man blinked at the rather... irritated rant before narrowing his eyes at the strange man in the white long coat, "Azazel? Who the hell are you!"
"Like I said, I'm just a passerby," Naruto sighed in an aggrieved manner, "Now will you just tell me?"
"In your dreams!" the big man roared as huge black wings spread out of his back with a loud boom and he began charging at the smaller one.
"Ah... the hard way it is then... Pity."
The man in the white coat snapped his fingers.
-Squelch-
"..."
A smaller form slowly stepped out of the shadows, "Are you done eating yet?" it asked in a bored tone.
"Gimme a sec... Alright, done. Let's see... Ah..."
"Will you hurry it up? Zechs' already burned through the last of our sedatives. Fia had to start freezing his ass to the floor so that he didn't just drop all his paperwork then come barging into town and blowing up anything that even looked at Hime-chan wrongly. What a time for shit to happen, especially with the Ball coming up so soon."
The man snickered at the shadow's complaints even as he rapidly scribbled something down onto a piece of paper, "Did you get a picture?"
"No opposable thumbs dumbass." The smaller form deadpanned, "Knight took one though but he told me to pass a message. He'll only send it to you once you buy that figurine he told you he wanted."
"Stupid otaku. Whatever. Here." Jaws clamped around a small folded note, "Get that to Zechs. At least now Fia won't have to keep freezing him every five minutes. Let him know that there's nothing to worry about for now but I'll stay in town just in case."
Sob... no sleep...
The small four legged shadow nodded, muttered a muffled 'Stay safe. Oh and Fia said not to stuff yourself too much.' and leapt away through a green portal that flared briefly.
Naruto sighed as he looked down just in time to see Rias and her entourage finally leaving. Pulling his eyes away from the now empty house he looked towards the horizon where he could sense a group of at least 6 Fallen Angels headed towards this area. Deciding that there was no point in fighting them now, the man in the white coat resigned himself to a future filled with sleepless nights and faded away with his own bright golden portal.
****End Game****
Play Ayumi Hamasaki - Progress
"You knew this would happen didn't you?" a soft voice tinkled in the dark room which was lit by the weak moonlight pouring through a single open window.
"I had some idea." A second voice drawled blandly, "It's the reason I was sent in the first place. I'm Zechs' best Intelligence officer after all."
The first voice didn't bother to question why the owner of the second voice wasn't surprised at all and the second did not bother to wonder when she had deduced the setup. The two of them knew each other well enough to understand the other's quirks.
"Was it before or after we were ordered to dispose of the Exiled Demon?"
"Before." Was the unhesitant reply, "The whole thing was simply a convenient excuse for me to be stationed here while I assessed Ria-chan's current ability. Otherwise I would have taken out the male Devil earlier without interfering in your tasks. Most nobles don't take lightly to favouritism."
A slender frame glided into the moonlight gracefully, and a hooded face switched from staring out the window to observing his elegant companion.
Akeno's already unnaturally beautiful looks were enhanced by the soft moonlight, giving her an almost ethereal level of beauty. Gracefully stepping forward, the devil dressed in a traditional sleeping kimono, her long midnight black hair was let down instead of being in its usual ponytail stood beside the man in the white cloak at the window sill.
"Will there be trouble for Ria?"
"Not really, or at least nothing that she can't handle without a little extra effort. My orders are to simply watch unless something screws with the plan." The hooded man stopped speaking but Akeno knew that he was simply wondering if he should continue giving out restricted information.
In the end it didn't really matter since he knew Akeno would keep the secret until it was too important to hide anyway, so he elaborated, "Despite how dumb he looks, Zechs is anything but. He wants to use this as a platform to bargain with the Fallen Angels for a better deal than the one we got 200 years ago, so he cannot be seen as having a hand in future events. Looking like the injured party will give him a better position to negotiate from."
"And if his plan fails?"
"Then people start dying."
"Mmmm..." they stood there silently for a while, seemingly staring out at the tree in the courtyard of the old School building where Naruto was currently staying when Akeno's left hand shot out to grip the man's rough right hand, preventing the man from escaping as she glared at him sharply, "You ate someone again didn't you? I can smell blood on you."
Silence reigned again until white clad shoulders briefly rose and lowered in a nonchalant shrug and the male figure broke the silence, "It was unavoidable."
The hand grasping his hand released it before slowly moving upwards towards his hood.
This time his relaxed demeanour broke and the man shied away from Akeno's hand before retreating into the shadows where a pair of sapphire blue flames that denoted his eyes flared in the darkness, "You know why I can't take this off, Akeno." He spoke flatly.
Ignoring the glare coming from her friend, she replied in an equally tense tone, "When was the last time you looked in a mirror?"
When no answer was forthcoming, Akeno snorted derisively, "Since I was 5 years old wasn't it? Stop pretending like you are ugly! Stop lying to me! The truth is you can't even remember what your own face looks like anymore can you?"
Silence.
A hint of desperation entered her voice, "The more you eat, the more the person called Naruto Namikaze disappears. Don't you understand how everyone who cares about you feels? Watching in despair as you slowly disappear?"
The blue flames flickered for a moment before the anger in them softened, "I... won't disappear."
Akeno stared angrily out the window again, resolutely holding back her tears as she chuckled humourlessly, "Can you promise that?"
"..."
There was no answer.
"I didn't think so." Akeno spun around and fled the room.
For a moment nothing moved in the room until booted feet slowly stepped forward into the moon light again. Rough palms gently traced the wooden window sill as blue flames under the hood's shadow watched Akeno run out of the School Building from above.
The wooden sill exploded under the pressure a calloused grip was exerting on it and a single soft word was spoken.
"Sorry."
****End Game****
Author's Note
Petition for "No Yaoi/Yuri" filters
The funny thing about fanfiction, is that fanfiction begets more fanfiction.
The quality of those tales sparks inspiration in the hearts and minds of those who read, and glimpse not just what the author wanted to say, but a few answers welling up from the hidden recesses of their own souls.
Bad fanfiction is every bit the killer of inspiration and spark as good fanfiction is the fertilizer of more tales.
It is with a heavy heart that I admit that my joy in fanfiction has been stifled, stunted, and outright strangled by the vast majority of the fiction being propagated.
Personally, there are things I just don't want to see.
The fact that Naruto-Sasuke is the single most popular pairing of ANY sort in Naruto fanfiction is one of them.
In Harry Potter, the same goes for Harry/Draco and Harry/Snape. This two pairings are in fact TIED and outnumber any other pairings outside of Harry/Ginny ones.
The real trouble, of course, is the filters. The filters can search for what you want- but they can't exclude what you DON'T.
I intensely wish there was a means by which to eliminate yaoi from your search results, because frankly, of all pairings I can encounter I most especially don't want to imagine two boys- especially prepubescent boys, which is traversing the distance from merely unpleasant to down right perverse and reprehensible, in my mind- becoming sexually involved with one another. And I say this because it just DOESN'T appeal to me. And so when I start leafing through the fics on the front page, it becomes increasingly apparent that ff dot net is not losing, but has completely LOST the war against lemon fics, considering how many of them openly proclaim Yaoi and Lemon in the descriptors.
So work with us here- please, for the love of writing, PLEASE add a filter that excludes Yaoi. For the love of GOD.
Or else, all the good writers who don't write yaoi are going to leave- and there are a lot more GOOD writers who WON'T write yaoi, then there are who DO.
If you agree with this rant, copy and paste this into your profile- and email a complaint to ff dot net regarding the lack of so necessary a tool.
Signed, AXENOME and, *Add your name here*
Signed AXENOME and KUR0KISHI.
I saw the petition on Axenome's page and couldn't help pasting it here for a bit of shameless advertising since I agree with it SOOO much. I know people who leave FF dot net just cos they can't bear seeing the huge amount of yaoi shit anymore.
By the way, final exams are late June then I'll be doing my internship in July-August. Don't expect another update till at least after July. Add to that my recent slump in creativity and the fact that I lost my USB (With about 5-6 chapters in it)...
Worst case scenario = won't update till October. Anyways, I uploaded this and another Chapter of End Game simultaneously. I hope these two uploads will be enough to tide everyone over until whenever it is that I restart writing.
General mess of a life.
John.