...so, by now, I think you already know I'm not normal. I mean, how the hell do you call someone who's first date nearly ends with them almost killed and summons an avatar of a Shinto Sun Goddess?
Even weirder still is the fact that said avatar proclaims me to be her husband, as per the summoning contract.
On one hand, I'm very happy that such a cute and wonderful girl is willing to be with a horrible perverted human being like me.
On another hand...I'm quite terrified.
Case in point, how the meeting between me, Tama-chan, Gremory-senpai and President went.
Let me introduce myself. I'm Issei Hyoudou. A healthy, perverted 17-year-old student at Kuoh Academy.
And this is the story of how my life went to hell in a hand basket.
High School DxD x Fate/stay night Crossover:
"Fate/stay night: The Dragon of the Seventh Heaven"
Night 3: Wax Wings
The atmosphere in the club room was tense, if not suffocating.
Have you ever heard the expression of how the temperature of a room drops? Or perhaps the saying, "Is it hot in here or is it just me?"
Well, in this situation, both of those sayings apply. All parties involved and currently staring down a very pissed off fox girl and incarnation of Amaterasu couldn't tell whether or not they were cold or felt far too close to the sun. The heated glare she gave the Devils before them was enough to freeze hell over a dozen times and incinerate it altogether of the same amount.
Koneko shuddered, sinking deep into her seat as she tried to avoid the almost primal gaze of the youkai before her, horrible memories of a black-haired youkai coming to the forefront of her mind. Akeno stiffened, posture implying she was ready to intervene despite facing a goddess. Kiba had somehow produced a sword to his person, standing close to Rias, though the trembling arms gave away his fear. Sona and Rias tried to look composed, but both were equally as shaken by the overwhelming killing intent Tamamo produced, especially since it was directed to the both of them.
Rias, by this point, realized her question had unintentionally set off a landmine that was ready to blow up in her face.
"Well?" Tamamo bared her fangs in spite of the smile she gave them. It was anything but pleasant and promised excruciating pain. "We're waiting."
Rias couldn't think properly. Sona was barely able to breathe. The air was suffocating. It was almost as if Tamamo was purposely focusing the overwhelming intent to smother and kill them without her actually touching them, as if to show that she just didn't care for the reasons and found the idea of Devils having a presence in Japan unforgivable.
Surprisingly, Issei seemed to notice this, and almost fearfully, tugged at Tamamo's sleeve. "T-Tama-chan, I think that's enough!"
Then, like a flip of the switch, the overwhelming pressure of death was swept away like it was never there to begin with.
"But why, my husband?" She pouted. "These Devils claimed Japan as their property when they had no right to in the first place!It's not their home! It's ours!"
"I-I know!" Issei answered quickly. "It's just...maybe you can tone the intensity back a little? I mean...they look like they're suffocating!"
Tamamo looked back at the Devils and frowned. True to his words, they all looked to be recovering from the effects of the overwhelming intent to kill them all. She was reluctant to follow upon her husband's words, but she relented and sighed. "Very well..." she said before resuming to glare at them. "However, if We find your answer unsatisfactory, consider your lives forfeit. Is that clear?"
"Y...yes, Tamamo-sama." Sona nodded, her voice cracked slightly.
Tamamo huffed and reclined in her seat, arms folded beneath her bossom. Issei let out a hefty sigh of relief. The last thing he needed to see today was a mass murder of his upperclassmen and kouhai. "S-so...how exactly did the Devils get a hold of some land in Japan?"
"After the Great War ended, all sides and races learned that they suffered more than they thought they had." Sona explained after she had taken a moment to collect herself. Rias wisely chose to allow her to explain, not wanting another repeat of what just happened. "One of the worst hit factions was the Youkai. The current leader at the time was Karasu Tengu, who chose to side with the Fallen Angels in an attempt to prove the superiority of the Shinto Faction. Near the end of the war, however, many began to voice doubts, which eventually led to a splinter cell, led by Yasaka Tamamo, the current leader of the Youkai Faction. After the war came to an end, the Youkai Faction was on the verge of civil war: Karasu Tengu wanted to continue fighting even if it meant the deaths of those under him, whereas Yasaka wanted to put an end to the fighting. As it turned out, her ideals earned her the support of the Shinto Faction and was blessed by Amaterasu. However, both groups realized that they couldn't put an end to the fighting without outside help."
"So the Youkai Faction, led by Yasaka, sought aid from another race that was badly hit." Rias added. "The Devils. They also had recently had undergone a civil war between the Old Satan Faction and the current regime, led by the Maou who usurped the descendants of the original Great Satans. In exchange for their aid in dealing with Karasu Tengu, the Devils would be allowed to have a small territory in Japan."
Tamamo frowned. "In other words...Amaterasu-sama allowed you to take these lands for your own?" she questioned, earning sharp nods from the two. "And what of the people of Nippon? Have they fallen under your sway?"
"Desires are what make up humans, whether anyone likes it or not." Sona explained as carefully as she could. "We form contracts with them in exchange for menial items and magical strength, if only so little. We Devils feed off of such desires, after all. We even offer them a chance to be reincarnated into Devils themselves."
Issei blinked. "Wait, reincarnate?" he asked, confused. "W-what does that mean?"
"As we said earlier, the Devils were also badly hurt by the Great War. We lost many great Devils, and some of the 72 Pillars, the noble houses of the Underworld, have even gone extinct with only their banners as their legacies. The Great Satan, Ajuka Beelzebub, however, came up with a solution to combat the dwindling numbers: reincarnate humans into our fold. Using Evil Pieces, they're given a second chance at whatever life they once lead."
"So...you're basically taking humans and make them into Devils to increase your numbers?" Issei asked.
"More or less. But please remember, that we give them the choice to join us. It is up to them to decide whether or not they wish to relinquish their humanity."
"And?" Tamamo leaned forward, her tone sharp like a knife. "How are they treated?"
"It depends on the one reincarnating them." Rias explained. "My household, the Gremory, treats them as family. However..."
Sona continued for Rias, her expression cold. "...there are some who still think of humans as little more than useless garbage, with only their Sacred Gear as their saving grace. The same goes for any other being who chooses to be reincarnated. We do not only accept humans to become Devils. As sad as it is to say, there are a great many in our society that use the Reincarnated Devils for personal gain, or view them was worthless. At worst, a plague to the purity of Devils."
"Purity?" Tamamo raised an eyebrow. "Explain."
"During the Great War, the Devils lost a vasty number of our Forces. Of the 72 Pillars that make the Devil Race, 39 of them have perished, their Houses extinct. While reincarnated Devils replenish our numbers, the traditionalists held them in contempt due to their non-Devil origins. Additionally, Devils have a hard time reproducing by themselves. They believe that intimately mingling with a Reincarnated Devil will only taint the purity of their bloodline."
"Then they are prideful fools." Tamamo frowned. "Their race is dwindling yet they hold reincarnated Devils in contempt. They treat them inferior and no more than tools. Yet you claim you treat your Devils well. How do I know this is not but a deception to fool us?"
The Devils winced at her words. They were scathing, almost baneful. Sona may look composed, but even she could not help but wince at such words. "I'm afraid your words are accurate. As much as I hate to say it, yes. Many Devils look down on the reincarnated. And as for proof, I cannot offer any."
The answer didn't satisfy Tamamo in the least. If anything, the dangerous look in her eyes only intensified. She looked like an animal, ready to pounce upon her prey. For a brief moment, the room's temperature began to flicker while her tail bristled, hairs standing on end while she bared her fangs. It looked as if all Hell was about to break loose.
Thankfully, the Devils had an unexpected savior.
"...I believe them."
Tamamo blinked, head slowly turning to the human boy standing next to her. "I-Ise?"
"I said," Issei Hyoudou swallowed the lump in his throat. "I believe them."
"But why?! They are Devils! Creatures of Sin and deception! They could be easily lying about everything to make us take pity on them, giving them a chance to attack us unexpected! Why would you believe creatures known only for their deceit and vile nature?"
"I don't know why." Issei answered. "But, part of me wants to believe in them, Tama-chan." The brunette looked at the fox girl, almost pleadingly. "Please. Just let it go, okay?"
Tamamo looked startled. She wanted nothing more than to wipe out the Devils in front of her, but Issei wanted to believe them. Perhaps it was just his innocence, but the way he spoke was if he sounded so sure that he was right. That there was no hesitation or wavering confidence. Looking back at the Devils, she found that they too were surprised to find a human vouching for them. She looked back at Issei, hoping to perhaps say otherwise, but all she saw was his face.
That beautiful, innocent and adorable face.
'That-that's...'
Oh, that was just playing dirty. How in Yomi was she supposed to refute his claims when he gives her that look?! Ah, she couldn't take this anymore!
"MIKOOOU~!" Without warning, Tamamo's bubbly nature came back in full force, latching unto Issei and shoving his face straight into his bosom, much to his inner delight if the steam pouring out of is red face was of any indication. "You're too adorable, my Husband! Very well! I'll spare the Devils, if only because of your big, soft heart!"
The Devils in question all shared a similar look at her words. When she addressed Issei earlier in such a manner, they didn't notice it at all due to suffering from her intense aura. Now, however, they heard her loud and clear. And the reactions were...quite amusing. Koneko stared, almost slack-jawed, as if she had just heard something unbelievable. Kiba stared at the two as if they had both grown a second head. Akeno looked quite amused if the smile on her face was anything to go by. Sona's glasses drooped, showing her bulging eyes at the unabashed proclamation.
Rias' was, by far, the most amusing, as she was left a spluttering mess. "H-Husband?!"
"But of course!" Tamamo chirped happily, her tail wagging excitedly while Issei let his perverted side take over and relax in the ultimate bliss that was the Valley of the Gods he had longed to be buried in. He did note that his pants felt a bit tight, though. "A summoning is much like a marriage contract, no? Therefore, Ise-kun and I are Husband and Wife!"
"...Hyoudou-kun?" Sona asked in a quiet voice. "You're married?"
Barely registering the question, Issei nodded.
"H-how is this..." Rias palmed her forehead, spirals dancing in her eyes. "I-I don't! How?!"
Just...just how was this even possible?! Tamamo-no-Mae hasn't even been around for twenty four hours, and she's already married to Issei Hyoudou?!
Just where is the logic in this?!
With the purpose behind their meeting done and over with, Issei and Tamamo were allowed to continue roaming the halls of Kuoh, though they left a many Devils exasperated behind them. Sona was most definitely sure that she was going to be suffering quite the migraine in the coming days and made a mental note to purchase some aspirin at a later date.
Issei felt the same way, what with the stares he was receiving as he showed Tamamo around his school, the girl herself latched unto his arm and smothering the limb between her bountiful boobs.
He was the target of many envious and disbelieving stares. Envy from the male population for having such a wonderful beauty fawning over him, disbelief from the females for the very same reason.
It was understandable. He, arguably the worst of the Perverted Trio for his desires of a harem, had a beautiful girl who looked as if she were in paradise just by being with him. A girl that should not be with him. Especially a pervert like him.
The last fact was actually something that hit home for Issei. He was a pervert of the highest degree. He was a man of urges, yet here he was with a beautiful girl that loved him simply because he brought her into the world.
There were so many ways to describe this and he didn't know where to start. Should he feel lucky? Undeserving? What?
"Japan really has changed..." Tamamo marveled. "To think schools today would be built like this!"
"What were schools like back then?" He asked curiously.
"Pretty much just mud huts with sticks for roofs and stone for support. Nothing this fancy." Tamamo shrugged. She did pause for a moment before pursing her lips, a finger pushing up against them. "Though for some reason, I've felt like I've seen this sort of environment before..." She gave it a moment before shrugging again, her smile returning. "Anyway, show me what your classrooms are like!"
"O-okay! Okay! Slow down!"
Issei mentally sighed in amusement. Tamamo sure was energetic and eager. Her cheerful demeanor was quite contagious.
His perverted self felt quite lucky.
In the abandoned church, meanwhile, a pensive Dohnaseek had spent the last good half hour examining old tomes in the dusty old library that had obviously not been used in years, long before the building went out of service. Raynare was still resting in the backroom, being tended by Kalawarner around the clock. The loss of a Fallen Angel's wing was quite a serious thing for a multitude of reasons. First and foremost, what they signified.
The wings of an Angel, fallen from grace or not, were a symbol of authority. Of power. The more wings they had, the higher their rank and power. The Cardinal Archangels wings were the greatest: feathery pinions that shined with lustrous golden radiance. And theirs was only surpassed by Metatron, who's wings were of the purest silver with feathers sharpened like blades. They were everything that embodied a celestial host, no question's asked.
If you were to tear off your own wings, or if someone was to tear them off...then the embodiment of power was stripped of you.
You no longer had that power, nor authority.
Raynare was lucky to lose a single wing. It was possible for her to regain it. She was the most ambitious, and those with ambition would always find a way to succeed. Especially ones as driven as she was. However, what came as consequence to those ambitions did not concern him. Were he still in Heaven with wings untainted, he might have cared about the loss of the nun that was to come here. He may have perhaps tried to prevent it. But his wings were black as night, and he had little mind to pay any attention to a girl who was betrayed by her own faith.
No, what concerned him was the fact that there was apparently a human in this city who contracted a youkai.
A human who was their mark under suspicion of harboring a Sacred Gear...and he was contracted to the Shinto Sun Goddess' most powerful incarnation. The literal Mother of Youkai.
"But that should be impossible." the celestial scholar muttered as he shut the tome closed and threw it to the ever growing pile, taking another from the shelves and opening it. "No human can call upon the dead. Not even if they bargained with a god of the dead."
Especially not a divine spirit of the likes of Tamamo-no-Mae.
Yet power cannot lie. Power is the fundamental truth of all things. And it was the power of Tamamo-no-Mae that told him that such a thing was possible. By some means, this mere human had found a way to break the laws of life and death, even going beyond that. There was no precedence for this sort of thing. Somehow, someway, he had revived a powerful divine being into the world. And one of Japanese origin at that. The closest thing one could call a god.
But how was this even possible? More importantly, what did this mean for them?
"Our orders are to eliminate Issei Hyoudou because of the threat he poses." he muttered, closing the tome and tossing it to the same pile he threw the previous book and took another one from the shelf. "Yet how can we come close to him if he has the incarnation of Amaterasu, one of the Three Rulers of Takamagahara, at his side?"
Yet they still needed to act. They needed to deal with the boy somehow.
Dohnaseek sighed. He eventually gave up looking for any answers and, rather than throw the book into the pile, he set it down on the table next to him and pinched the bridge of his nose.
It was a horrible situation they were in. It may as well be the same being in the middle of a creak without a paddle or gear needed to swim ashore. How the hell were they supposed to deal with this situation? There were so many variables it was hard to think properly. "Dohnaseek." a child-like voice called from outside the room. "You in here?"
"I am, Mittelt." he responded as his fellow Fallen entered. "How is Raynare?"
"In a word? Fucked. She's missing a wing, and she's still suffering from hypothermia. She was damn near frozen solid when she came back, old man." Mittelt told him crudely with a frown. "What the hell are we supposed to do? Azazel-sama told us we were supposed to kill that brat, and now he went and summoned a freaking Divine Spirit!"
"I'm aware of that."
"Then what are we supposed to do? Aren't you the brains of this outfit?!"
"That is why I am thinking!" He snapped back in irritation. It was up to him to figure out how to complete this mission without running into a battle that would surely kill them. They boy had summoned a Divine Spirit, who would no doubt be present around him at all times. And given her identity, sniping the boy from afar was unlikely to work as she could detect their presences.
He loved the idea of battle. Yes, he was willing to admit that he was something of a battle maniac, but knowing how the battle will play out was crucial. He could not rush in half-cocked.
Trying to find a way to touch Issei Hyoudou was going to be a challenge. Their only opportunity would be when he was alone. But what was there to do in this situation?
'How troublesome...'
Classes had been so awkward, if only because of Tamamo's insistance that she attend to them as well. Issei, for his part, wasn't sure what to do or if that was even entirely possible. Thankfully, his rescue came in the form of Sona, who had taken a few liberties to provide his apparent wife with a guest card. It was valid only for a week, but it would be enough to satiate the woman's curiosity about school life.
The only downside was the downright murderous glares he was receiving from his fellow males and the uncomfortable stares from the less hostile ones. The girls gave him suspicious to downright accusing glares. Add to the whispers floating around, and Issei was beginning to realize just how bad of an idea it was to bring her here. The attention he was receiving was not the kind he expected to happen nor was the reaction something he was comfortable with. He really just wanted to bury his head in a hole and never pull it out.
'Dammit! This totally sucks!'
Why did this have to happen to him?! He realize he was a pervert but...no, wait, never mind. That was probably the reason. It seems this was karma's way of paying him back.
"Ara, ara, Hyoudou-kun...I never knew you had some kind of swagger if you scored a hottie like that."
Issei felt a chill run down his back as the voice crept into his ear. 'Only one fiend can do this to me.' he realized as he slowly looked over his shoulder.
It was Aika, a lecherous grin present on her face with eyes twinkling with amusement.
"You must've been holding out on us." The bespectacled gestured to Tamamo, who was looking around the room in curiosity. "Never realized you had it in you."
'Oh dear sweet Kami.' he silently begged the gods to end whatever embarrassing torture this she devil was going to put him through. 'Please. Not today. I've had all I can take of heart attacks.'
"So, have you lost your v card yet?"
"Sh-shut up!" He yelped, recalling what could've potentially happened last night before passing out. His shout came out louder than he wanted. Thankfully, the teacher didn't notice, though it did earn him a few odd stares. Grimacing, he glared back at Aika. "A-and whether or not I lost my virginity is none of your business, Kiryu!"
"So you haven't lost it?" Aika questioned with a frown of disappointment. "That's a shame. Especially considering what sort of heat your packing."
"Will you stop scanning me?!" he hissed, face red.
"I can...but I won't. It's too much fun~" Jan 30He scowled. Damn this woman! He was not used to this at all! "I will say this, though~" Aika grinned. "Once you do lose your v card, that foxy lady back there is going to break~"
Sadly, such words only brought his perverted side to the surface. The erotic image of Tamamo, naked as the day she was born, below him while he was above her, hip between her legs and she with a face that could only be described as nirvana. His face burned crimson. It took all of his willpower not to have a nosebleed. That image would have come to life had he not been such a novice when faced by the art of seduction. The mere memory of last night, a scene that he has only seen happen in his eroge games, brought a jolt of electricity down his spine.
Tamamo truly had no idea what she did to him.
"Pft, looks like you're already imagining it." She teased.
"S-shut up." he weakly retorted.
Maybe, just maybe...Tamamo would actually be up for that? So long as she was willing, of course! He didn't want to force her into anything she didn't want! Wait, hold on. Isn't sex a bit too fast? Wouldn't it better if he "tests the waters" so to speak? Dammit, what do married couples do in the first place? Should he ask his parents?
...somehow, that felt like a very, VERY bad idea.
Issei sighed and drooped his head. Ever since he met Yuma Amano, his life had become so complicated.
'Yuma-chan...'
The name had brought forth a bitter aftertaste along with a great deal of pain. The first girl he liked and dated...ended up being a cold hearted bitch who merely toyed him for amusement before trying to kill him.
It stung. It stung a lot.
The first date he ever had was the best feeling he could have ever experienced. It all seemed so surreal. Like a dream. It may as well have been, what with the aftermath. Every time he thought of Yuma and their date, the image always changed to her cold sneer of indifference and sadistic pleasure, black wings.
Oh god...those wings. Those jet black, feathery wings...!
"...dou-kun? Hyoudou-kun!"
Issei snapped out of reality, jolting straight up in a straight line. His chair scraped against the floor as it clattered to the floor. Everyone was staring at him, a few in concern and the rest in confusion. Tamamo looked on worriedly and in concern, gaze tender. From the other side of the room, Motohama and Matsuda, who were among the vengeful stares, couldn't help but look at him in concern either. The teacher was staring at him too.
It took him a moment to realize that his heart was hammering against his chest and sweat was pouring down his skin like a waterfall.
"Are...are you alright, Hyoudou-kun?" The teacher asked him. "Do you need to go to the nurse's office?"
Issei opened his mouth, but he found his throat dry and hoarse. Instead, he could only offer a lame nod.
Had Yuma truly affected him so much...?
Once school had finished and Issei returned home, Tamamo next to him and holding to him gently like a lover would, Sona and Rias had met as per usual. It was Wednesday, meaning that they would be having another meeting to discuss the recent activities in their territory as well as discern other issues such as contracts. Being two lords sharing a territory, they had to decide what workload went to who and what contracts they would distribute to their peerages.
Compared to usual, the atmosphere was tense.
"I hear Hyoudou-kun suffered a breakdown in class." Rias said as she sipped her tea with a look of concern. "They said he was unresponsive for three minutes, even when the teacher called on him. Skin sweaty, eyes dialated."
"Textbook symptoms of post traumatic stress disorder." Sona remarked with a frown. "Not unexpected, given that he was nearly killed yesterday. And I doubt that it will be the only attempt."
"You think the Fallen Angels will attempt again? Hyoudou-kun summoned the closest thing you can get to a goddess, and she's all but declared him her husband. You'd have a death wish to try and continue a hit on his life."
"Maybe so. But I wouldn't put it outside the realm of possibility." Sona answered. "However foolish the idea is. Though I am still a bit skeptical about who she says she is."
Rias raised an eyebrow. "Even after what we felt today?"
"Yes. Even though she is a Divine Spirit, something felt off."
"How do you mean?"
"Rias, what do you know about Divine Spirits?" Sona asked.
"I understand that they are the highest ranked Nature Spirits and remnants of Gods. Why?"
"In the case of Tamamo-no-Mae, it would be no exaggeration to say that she is, without question, the most powerful youkai that has ever existed." Sona stated evenly. "Even the current leader of the Youkai Faction, Yasaka, isn't that powerful, even though she is an emissary of Amaterasu. Tamamo-no-Mae was powerful because she wasn't simply a kitsune, much less a nine-tailed fox. She was powerful because she was a piece of Amaterasu. An incarnation of a god. A fragment, so to speak. One might say she is the literal definition of a Divine Spirit." She paused briefly, taking a small drink of her tea, before she continued. "However, because of that nature, when she died, she would have rejoined Amaterasu and become apart of her once again. If, somehow, she was revived, wouldn't that also mean she would have all the knowledge that Amaterasu has as well?"
Rias pursed her lips, tilting her head. "Hm...you make a sound argument." she conceded. "And in the end, we have no way of actually confirming whether or not she truly is Tamamo-no-Mae. However, the point that she's powerful still stands."
The overwhelming killing intent that flooded the room earlier today was proof of that.
"Also, Koneko herself can attest to her identity, especially given that she's Nekoshou."
"I know. Koneko wouldn't be able to mistake that power belonging to someone else. She'd be able to sense it."
And to a Nekoshou, power did not lie. If anyone could recognize or identify Tamamo-no-Mae for who she was, even if they have never met before, it would be here.
Yet Sona remained still unconvinced.
There was just...a discrepancy in the power expected. While she experienced Tamamo-no-Mae's strength first hand, it was a far cry from what she truly expected.
Don't get her wrong, such power was most definitely belonging to that of a god, or at least an incarnation of one. If she were to compare it, it was of a far stronger magnitude than her own sister's power. There was a reason why Serafall was named "Leviathan." But something about Tamamo's power, however unadulterated and raw, felt...strange. She couldn't quite put it into words, but it seemed off somehow.
Then again, perhaps she's just paranoid. Especially with everything that's been happening lately. With the Fallen Angels occupying Kuoh, and currently unaware of their plans, she had been on edge recently.
And Issei Hyoudou summoning Amaterasu's Incarnation despite possessing an average background did not help matters.
Everything was happening far too fast for her own liking. And wherever this chaotic freight train was heading, the resulting crash wasn't going to be pretty.
Sona eventually sighed. "I wonder if this is how the Maou feel, dealing with troublesome situations that happen in their respective fields."
"Probably." Rias joined her woes. "Onii-sama sends me letters and complaints about his job and how Grayfia-nee has him working like a dog."
"Ah. So the same as my onee-sama sending me letters, trying to convince me to join her in her magical girl setup?"
"Yeeeep."
When Issei and Tamamo returned to the Hyoudou Family home, the brunette was the first to notice that something was amiss. Namely, the fact that his parents, his father at the table and his mother in the kitchen with dinner currently in the middle of being cooked, were nowhere to be found. He tried looking first in the master bedroom, but came up empty. A quick search in the backyard also yielded nothing.
Then he found a sticky note attached to his fridge. One with a rather...embarrassing and infuriating note from his parents.
"Damn it, you two!" he growled, cheeks flushed. "I know you want grandkids, but I'm still in high school!"
He crumpled the note in his hand. Seriously! Just what were his parents thinking?! He was only 17! How the hell could he support a family?! Sure he was perverted...but he knew common sense to use protection! Sure, the idea of him being alone with Tamamo was enticing, but they could have at least consulted with him first!
More importantly, when the hell did they even get the money to go on a vacation?! Had they been saving up?!
He looked back at the note, which had detailed how they had left to go on vacation as he mentioned earlier, thus leaving him in Tamamo's care, and then found his eyebrow twitching.
'Don't make too much noise for the neighbors to complain! -Momma'
"...I know there are perks to being a pervert, but for the love Kami, mom...!"
"Eh?" Tamamo tilted her head as she emerged from the kitchen, back in her natural attire and form with an apron in hand. "What's the matter, darling?"
"Nothing!" Issei hid the crumpled note behind him. "Nothing at all!"
He didn't want Tamamo to get any ideas. If she did...he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle her at all during the time his parents would be gone. Especially if Aika's words were to come true. As much as he would have LOVED to be in an actual H-scene, he didn't think his heart was ready for that sort of thing yet.
One could hope for the future, though...
A few hours later, the brunette had left his home while Tamamo worked in the kitchen, promising to fix him a very special dinner. The only problem was that there wasn't enough foods in the fridge, hence his run to the convenience store. It was already nighttime, so the street lamps were lit up and lighting the path.
If anything, though, it made an already creepy atmosphere more terrifying. Somehow, the headache came back in full force, and with it, a sense of wrongness in the air. 'Damn, my head feels like its being beaten like a drum.' Issei groused, rubbing his temples. 'What's with me lately? Why won't this headache just go away?'
"So, you are the human who summoned the Sun Goddess' Avatar."
Issei froze and turned around. Behind him, standing far away from him, was a man dressed in a fine suit and trench coat, his head covered mostly by the wide brim of his fedora. Beneath the shadows of the hat were a pair of piercing eyes. He could faintly make out a beard along the man's chin as well. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him, yet somehow, his presence brought Issei unease. His headache, in response to the presence of this man, seemed to only grow worse.
"It's strange. You don't seem to be anything special, yet you summoned an incarnation of the sun goddess." The man spoke.
"I don't feel a speck of magical power from yet, nor even the faintest presence of a Sacred Gear. You seem to be an ordinary human..."
The man took a step forward. In fright, Issei took a step back, trying to calm down the writhing pain in his skull.
"...yet there's obviously something different about you. I would have loved to discuss how you managed to accomplish what you did, but I'm afraid orders are orders."
Then his world went cold when two jet black wings unfurled from his back, wreathed in feathers. Suddenly, the man's image became replaced by that of Yuma's own, her beautiful face staring down at him with disgust and sadistic pleasure.
Issei felt his chest constrict. His pupils dilated. He broke out in cold sweat. Oh god, it was happening again! His feet were rooted to the ground. His heart was ramming against his chest. He couldn't breath.
"Oh? Cold feet, have we? Don't worry, it will be over soon."
The man extended a hand, fingers stretched out and collecting light in the palm of his hand. The light then formed into a long spear, not too dissimilar to the one carried by Raynare. The same spear she was going to use to kill him.
'Oh god oh god ohgodimgoingtodieimgoingtodieidontwannadieidontwannade!'
He wanted to run. But his feel remained rooted to the ground. He was going to die! The man's eyes narrowed as he reared his arm back. "Die!"
He then threw it. The wind whistled. In a second, it would pierce his heart and he'd be left dead on the floor, blood pooling beneath him. The fact registered within Issei as he stared, helpless and barely able to recognize the fact that he wasn't able to do anything. Fear had left him bound. Everything would be over in a second.
...if not for an ironic divine intervention in the form of the one thing he hated: that damn handsome.
"What?!"
The wind danced as a sword wreathed in shadows intercepted the spear, reducting it to mere fragments that soon became devoured by the shadows. The man scowled while Issei found his legs drained of their strength, falling flat on his rear. In front of him was none other than Yuto Kiba, the unusual sword in hand and standing firmly between him and the winged man - the Fallen Angel. "I didn't expect to find this in my midnight stroll." he remarked whimsically before he looked at Issei, a hint of a smile on his face. "Are you hurt anywhere, Hyoudou-kun?"
"H-huh? What? Wha-what?!" Issei found himself barely able to speak. His throat was struggling with a lump.
"You...!" the Fallen growled. "You're a Devil. Who are you?!"
Kiba turned back to the man, his smile never fading. "What would you like to know about me?" he asked, his tone oddly polite in spite of the fact that he was facing against a man who had tried to kill Issei earlier. "My name? My history? Or, perhaps...my prowess with a sword?"
"Are you a stray or not?" The man questioned as he made another spear.
"I am not. I am a proud Knight of Rias Gremory." Kiba answered, falling into a stance. "And while I understand you have your orders, I'm afraid I must ask you to leave at once. This is Gremory Territory. And therefore, all humans are under my Master's juristiction. If you continue to attempt to kill Hyoudou-kun, I'm afraid my Master will consider this as an act of aggression and in clear violation of the ceasefire."
"...I see then." The man dispersed the spear in his hand. "Then please pardon my actions. I shall be taking my leave." Issei blinked. Once. Twice. Then his jaw dropped. 'Wait, that's it?!' After nearly giving him a goddamn heart attack...he was just gonna leave?! "Unlike Raynare, I'm not foolish enough to try and start a fight. Especially given WHO Rias Gremory is." The man bowed his head. "I am Dohnaseek. A former Principality." His eyes then settled on Issei, and narrowed sharply like those of a hawk. "You'd best pray we never meet again, boy..."
With a beat of his wings, the man was in the air. In moments, he was out of sight. Kiba let out a small sigh as he flicked his wrist, leaving Issei to watch as the sword dissipated into motes of light. "That was close." he muttered with relief. "I hoped that I wouldn't have to fight him. Thankfully, he's a reasonable one." He then turned back to Issei and smiled, bending down and offering a hand. "Are you alright. Hyoudou-kun?"
"P-possibly..." Issei responded, grasping Kiba's hand with a shaking arm. "God...I thought I was gonna die."
"Well, thankfully, you aren't. You should be more careful, though, Hyoudou-kun. If they're targeting you, you should stay as close to Tamamo-no-Mae-sama as possible."
"E-eh?"
"It's the most rational thing to do. As you've experienced, the Fallen are targeting you. It would be best to have Tamamo-no-Mae-sama with you at all times to deter them from attacking." Kiba explained. "After all, who better to be your bodyguard than an emissary of a Shinto God?"
Issei couldn't really argue with that. But he didn't really want to burden Tamamo with his problems like this. Then again, he probably didn't have much choice in the matter. As much as he didn't like the idea, he didn't really have much choice in this situation. Especially after what just happened. "...thanks for savin' my ass back there." Issei said. "Even if you are a bishounen bastard."
Kiba tilted his head. "I'm...not sure what me being a bishounen has anything to do with this, but you're welcome." With a bow, Kiba turned on his heel to leave. Issei watched him go, staring at his back. Strangely, he could see the faint outlines of pinions, stretching out from his shoulderblades.
'Now that I think about it, I saw wings in his and Kaichou's shadows the other day.' Issei thought. 'I wonder why?' He wanted to think on it, but he shook his head, picking up the discarded back of groceries. He didn't have time to be thinking about that. He just really needed to go home. Fast as possible.
Back to his wife.
"...god does that sound so sexy and weird at the same time."
Night 3: END
Next Time!
?: U-um, excuse me! Do you know where I can find the church?
Issei: P-pure white...!
Tamamo: ...why do I feel threatened around this nun?
Raynare: Hand over Asia, or you die here.
Night 4: Woes of a Sister
Akeno: Ufufu~ To be Continued, it seems. Stay tuned, you naughty boys and girls~!
Author's Notes: ...two hundred reviews. Over TWO HUNDRED reviews, and we are only on Chapter 2.
Had I not known any better, I would have thought that Lelouch vi Britannia had come here and Geassed everyone to read and review this story. Damn what a reception! Even my Fate/stay night: Dragon of Dragons story didn't have it like this! Is the idea of Issei having Heaven's Feel and having Tamamo as his wife really that fantasizing?
Anyway, I'm sorry for the late chapter and the short length. However, the reason why it is so short is because I'm prepping up for the Holy Maiden Arc. And by that, I mean Issei is going to summon a new Heroic Spirit! I won't say who, though. My lips are sealed. What I can say, however, is that the Servant won't be summoned in the battle against Raynare. They will be called after the fact.
Also, a lot of people seem to have a misconception with me. I am, in no way, purposely bashing on the Devils or on Rias. Yes, a majority of Devils are complete and utter scumbags (looking at you Diodara and Old Satan fuckers), but I don't entirely hate them. Hell, I'm not even a supporter of the whole "Rias let Issei die to get a new Servant" theory. I like to view things in a more optimistic light. I would use that theory for a more dramatic story and theme in another fic, but I wouldn't put any stock in it. But that's irrelevant. In any case, I'm not bashing on the Devils. Tamamo's reaction to this world's Japan situation is enough to piss her off.
Secondly, a lot of people still seem confused, so I'll clarify again.
Issei. Is. Not. Summoning. Servants. He. Is. Summoning. Heroic. Spirits. Legendary Souls from the Throne of Heroes!
Get the picture Franny?
Thirdly, and finally, I ALREADY KNOW WHAT HS ISSEI WILL BE CALLING ON! Quit sending me suggestions! No matter how much you beg and plead, my roster is fixed and set and lined up! I am NOT making any changes!
With that out of the way...who here wants to bet that either Rias kills Raynare first by ripping her apart with the Power of Destruction, or Tamamo takes it a step up further and has a re-enactment of "Icarus?"
With that said, I am out of here! If you enjoyed the chapter, please tell me your thoughts in the reviews below, and I will see you mofos in the next chapter!