Great help from TheCamperReturn who beta it and made some improvement's to this chapter, be sure to thank him


Brief was walking, as was usual for him, to the church that housed the two fallen angels stationed in Daten city, ignoring the lustful gazing of woman that were undressing him with their eyes as he passed. Today, Brief made for the building for different intent then usual...

Although Brief was thankful that his relationship with both angels was noticeably better off than it had been in the past, this had come with its own set of problems.

Dating Stocking Anarchy wasn't anything he regretted even slightly, but it's side effects were...off-putting. Where he had once been invisible to everyone, he was now visible to everyone. Were he was shy and timid to the point that no one wanted anything to do with him, he was now much more confident. Because of this he was getting unwanted attention from many, but two people in particular stood out.

There was once a point in time where having the attention of both his father and P Anarchy would've made Brief jump for joy, but now that both of them had their sights firmly fixed on him, it hadn't resulted in much good. All Panty wanted to do was jump his bones, and his father had again taken to viewing him as an asset more than anything else. The result of this was the familiar song and dance of arranged marriage proposals.

He was really lucky that the most parents weren't greedy children selling basterd that would eagerly hand their daughters over. He would go on a date with them to see if he was worthy of them, and he would go out of his way to let them know he was already in a happy relationship with someone. Best case scenario, they would understand and they would enjoy a casual evening or night.

Those were the lucky one's. The typical rich daddy girls were difficult to get rid of,and worst case scenario was them being struck by lightning in broad daylight after they got too clingy. Brief had no idea how or why this happened, but he wasn't about to complain.

Brief, however, really should have known better than to tell Stocking that he had been going on dates with other girls without proper context. Oops.

And so it was that he finally found himself at his destination, sighing and rubbing his arm. Stocking had been understandably livid at finding this out, and Brief knew upon following her to her home that he would need more than a chocolate cake or the like to make up for his blunder. A chocolate didn't hurt though, so he found himself bringing that along anyway.

Making his way to the church door, Brief knocked hesitantly. The door cracked open with a lovely and familiar cyan eye peeking out for a moment. Not a second later the door shut close.

"Yeah," he muttered to himself, "saw this coming."

Brief sighed as he place the cake on the floor and sat cross legged infront of the door.

"Stocking," he said, hopefully loud enough for her to hear past the door, "I'm sorry."

When he heard no response, he continued.

"I wouldn't do anything to purposefully hurt you. You know that, right?"

More silence.

"You don't know my father, he's...he's got it in his head that he can marry me off as some kind of power play or something. I can't just make him stop, he won't listen to me. So I've been going out with these girls and letting them down gently. Er, trying to at least."

His depression at the thought of losing her was evident in his voice. Even more depressing to him though was the idea that no matter how much of a backbone he grew, he was still bound by his father.

There was more silence, followed by mumbling from the other side of the door.

"Stocking, did you say something?" He said, as he could have sworn he heard something.

"Stocking are you o-"

"I said, I know...I KNOW AND I HATE IT!" Stocking wasn't going to lie, she wasn't a big fan of knowing that her boyfriend was going on dates with other women.

It's not as though she was scared of the competition or anything. Not much, at least. Going purely off Brief's description, some of these girls had rather lovely personalities, most were beautiful, and ALL were freakin' rich. Stocking was sure that if they weren't dating, Brief woud have gone out with one of them.

"I know!" Brief said suddenly, regaining Stocking's attention. "Why don't I just bring you along?"

"What."

"I tell them all about you anyway, and I hardly consider them dates to begin with. If it'll make you feel any better, why don't you just join me on the next one? Whoever my dad sets me up with, we'll meet you at a restaurant or something and hash things out."

Stocking was a bit taken aback by the idea. How exactly had she gotten herself into this situation was beyond her. Still, she supposed spending time with Brief was paramount to any anxieties she might have. If this new girl caused any awkwardness whatsoever, she could be easily dealt with.

"...Why the hell not?"


That night, Stocking found herself tilting her head in equal measures of arousal, amusement, and slight sadness as Brief entered the restaurant with his 'date'. After taking in for a moment how hot she found Brief in his suit, she took in the image of him and the girl. He had told her earlier that her name was Marcy, and it was eerily similar she and Brief were. Marcy too had long bangs that obscured her eyes, and walked and moved with an apprehension that Stocking was used to from Brief.

As they walked toward her, Stocking took in how happy Marcy looked as Brief talked animatedly about something she couldn't make out. Undoubtedly some of his nerd stuff, she thought with a small chuckle of her own, before frowning a bit despite herself. Brief looked happy too. Maybe not viewing this girl as competition would be harder than she thought.

"Stocking! Hey!" Brief called, pulling up a seat for Marcy before taking one next to Stocking. The two shared a short kiss before Brief gestured to Marcy. "I explained everything on the way here. Marcy, Stocking. Stocking, Marcy."

Stocking gave a simple wave, while Marcy gave a simple and shaky "Hi."

Brief caught Stocking up on what he had been regaling Marcy with, namely new tech he had been making to help with ghost fighting. Stocking and Marcy were both equally enthralled by his innocent enthusiasm, and Stocking made note of how Marcy would occasionally jump in with her own geeky tidbits. That pang of sadness she had felt grew as their conversation continued.

Had Brief not been with her, the two of them would be a perfect match, she thought. Who knows...maybe he'd be happier if that was the case.

It seemed like the date was over before she even had a chance to follow that train of thought.

"Thanks for sitting through this, Marcy." Brief said, shaking the girl's hand as the three of them left the building. "Sorry my dad put you through this."

"N-no, it was fine." Marcy said with a sweet smile. "I loved it, actually."

"It was nice meeting you." Stocking said, grabbing Brief's arm possessive ly after she decided they had been staring at each other a millisecond too long for her liking.

"I actually h-had a lot of fun, with both of you. Do you think it would be ok if we did this again?" The girl suddenly corrected herself, flustered beyond belief. "N-not like a date, I mean! Just hanging out, you know...?"

Unsure how to answer, Stocking glanced at Brief.

"...I don't see why not."

Brief and Marcy exchanged numbers, and the girl left with a huge smile on her face. Still not saying anything, Stocking leaned her head on Brief's shoulder, walking off with him and making note of his own big grin.