Son Of Stain: Overhauled.

Chapter Six: The Sickly Sweet Subject Thirteen. The Mad Demon Awakens!


I kissed Ibara gently on the shoulder, traveling to her neck as she let out a soft giggle. I loved her and I wanted to make her happy. My teeth grazed her jaw a little. Drawing a little bit of blood, my tongue swiped out and caught the droplets, the bittersweet taste of AB filled my tongue as Ibara let out a small moan in pain? Pleasure? I don't know!

I wasn't nervous, but when you can see your girlfriend's bra because her pajama shirt is open, sometimes you can get gun-shy… Ibara's black eyes were closed as I continued my shy and nervous crusade, moaning gently and encouraging me to keep going with small moans of "Yes!"

I then pulled back, my eyes darting to the window, there was something off…

"Sweetie? Why'd you stop?" Ibara asked, a little worried.

"Shh… it's okay, Ibara. Just stay there," I assured, getting out of the bed and grabbing the nearest blade I could find, one of my combat knives.

"Tell me what's wrong… Jiraiya, it's not like you to just stop like that, are you nervous?" Ibara asked.

I ignored her, trying to find what the disturbance was… but as soon as I got to the source, it was gone. I kept my knife on the nightstand as I stayed on guard for the entire night, falling asleep was easier than usual. I didn't know what was going on.

"Wake up… c' mon baby… Wake up!" a cutesy, high pitched voice encouraged as I cracked my woozy red eyes open, a splitting headache flared to life as I saw a girl, as pretty as a doll, looking down at me.

"Wha…" I mumbled. The girl giggled as she touched my cheek.

"You can finally be mine…" she crooned as a black metal arm started to caress me. Her red-rimmed, bright yellow eyes shining as a heavy blush was on her pale cheeks, her hair was long and framed her face.

"Thirteen…" I groaned as she smiled.

"So you DO remember me?! That's amazing!" she cheered as I looked around for anything that could be used as a weapon. No dice.

"Where's… Ibara…?" I asked, my voice small and insignificant in the face of Thirteen's loud and booming cackle.

"She's already been dealt with! If you wanna see, c' mon!" Thirteen said in joy, rolling me to a window that led to an operating theatre. She turned the lights on and I saw her, lying on the table with a tray of implements next to it. Scalpels, knives, syringes, and a pair of latex gloves.

Thirteen turned me around, "Maybe I can gouge those pretty little eyes out… so she can never see her lovely boyfriend ever again… Oh wait, I can slit her throat, or cut her open… and you can watch your lovely angel fall," she crooned, smiling as I wrenched my arms and legs out of their bounds, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her to the wall.

"Haha… there he is… there's Fifteen!" she cheered, fading away and standing in front of me, her knives in her hands.

"Y'know, Monoma was right… you are a demon…" Thirteen said in Ibara's voice. She didn't need to take any blood now, but I wanted revenge against all of them! Starting with HER! I charged, punching her in the jaw as the shadows stabbed into me. I couldn't move again. I spat up blood.

"You're marching right where the Benefactor wants you! You're not free! You're only a puppet! Like me! Like Ten, Eleven, and Twelve!" Thirteen yelled, her shadow coalescing around her as I clashed with it. I couldn't touch her, not since the first strike, and her shadow left no openings. She was practically impenetrable.

"I loved you! And you spurned me!" She yelled in betrayal as I took my stance.

"Ugh, can you stop?! I hated you!" I snarled as she charged at me, I kicked her in the stomach and then…

"BAHAHAHA!" I howled and laughed, my eyes glittering crazily.

"Hey, Toga-chan, let me cut ya!" I said, licking my blood off my face as she started to laugh back.

"I make my own rules! I carve my own path! An' I'm tired of holdin' back!" I yelled in my true voice, the voice of a madman who has nothing to lose, but everything to gain. The reign of Jiraiya Chizome, the Mad Demon Hero, has begun!

"HAHAHAHAHA!" she howled in laughter as we clashed. I didn't have my usual kit, so I just had my razor-sharp hands and arms, with my eyes glowing a bright red.

"I'm tired of anythin' good bein' taken away from me! I wanna hold her close, an' I wanna protect her! So what if she's an angel?! So what if I'm a demon?! I'm a damn good protector!" I yelled at Toga as I tore her shadow apart. She smiled as I loomed over her.

"Really now? What kind of punishment would you give me?" she asked.

"One only a bitch like you can take!" I snarled, before a white liquid slid off her body, and… it was Ibara!

"Wha… if that's you here…" I mumbled, hugging her body to my chest as she was still breathing.

I felt a knife of hot pain in my chest. "Gah!" I opened my eyes, seeing Toga driving a knife into my chest as the wound burned. She smiled as she lapped at the blood.

"Mm… delicious…" she moaned, I yanked her off me, seeing the wound healed. She fell to the floor, covered in wounds as I looked to the table, seeing Ibara sleeping there. I stepped towards her as I saw someone lope out of the shadows, Dad was there.

"Jiraiya. You've finally become a person… I can't wait to face you on the field of battle!" he said as I turned to Toga.

"That's not how he talks…" I growled as Toga giggled.

"Hehe…"

I snarled and picked up Ibara's prone body, she was breathing shallowly, I held her close, listening for a heartbeat. And there it was, beating. I felt something bubbling in my chest. Something equating to rage or something.

I turned to Toga, my eyes blazing, but then, I felt Ibara's arms around me as she woke up.

"Mm… Jiraiya? You're covered in metal… and you're so cold…" she moaned a little as I looked down at her.

"No one's gonna hurt ya… no one is gonna take ya… You're mine, Shiozaki Ibara. Mine and mine alone, got it?" I said.

Ibara looked to Toga, she was grabbing my leg.

"Please… please… All I wanted was one sentence from you…" Toga begged as I flashed back to the lab, as she was one of the others.

"Y'know something, Fifteen? I love you!"

I snarled, "I can't forgive you, but fine, Toga… I once loved you,"

She let out a howl in grief, tears running down her cheeks as I felt another stab in my heart, "All these years… all this time… all I wanted was you!" she sobbed. Ibara nuzzled against my neck as I turned away, a dilemma flaring to life before me.

Toga… just as broken and pitiful as I am… and Ibara… the perfect girl that's understanding, kind, and gentle. I bit my lip as Toga was still sobbing. She sounded so heartbroken… so alone…

That was my weakness. When people I care about cry, I start to crumble. Ibara held me tighter.

My past… or my future?

What I want vs. what others want.

Freedom vs. servitude…?

"Let's go home, Jiraiya," Ibara said. Snapping me out of that little spat. I had Ibara, and that was all I needed. I walked out of there, seeing a flood of blue and red lights through the windows, we got outside, seeing the cops there, and an ambulance, there must've been someone, maybe me or Ibara, that called them when I was fighting Toga.

But the illusion part of her quirk… it can only replicate things within her range, which meant that Dad called them! This building was in his patrol route, it was an old decrepit hospital, which explained the operating theatre and the tools. Ibara was still out of it as I saw the slick purple sports car and the regular white SUV that Mom and Ibara's family had. Souseki and Mom were waiting for us as I carried her over.

"Sorry… Ibara, she's… a little out of it…" I sighed, giving her to Souseki as he hugged her tightly.

"It's my fault… if I knew someone as crazy as…" I started before Mom almost tackled me over in a hug of her own.

"I'm glad you're okay! When Ibara called me, I was already worried because you didn't pick up when I tried to call you…" she sighed, kissing me on the cheek as I started to cry.

"It's all my fault… If I didn't escape… Ibara wouldn't be zoned out to hell and back…" I hiccuped out as Mom grabbed my cheeks and held me at arm's length, her blue eyes steely.

"Listen, if you hadn't been there, she'd be a LOT worse off…" Souseki stated, kissing Ibara on the forehead gently.

"You're not mad?" I asked, my tone quiet and my eyes downcast.

"No, I'm not, you know why?" he asked.

"Why?" I wondered.

"Because, I knew she'd be safe with someone like you, someone so protective and strong," he said.

"Don't think you're out of the woods when it comes to my wife though! Hehehe…" he giggled, carrying her back to their car. Leaving me and Mom alone.

"I knew that the project was a total mistake... that pairing someone with you might put them in danger…" Mom sighed.

"I know… but… I feel bad for doin' Toga like that… she was a subject like me… number Thirteen…" I sighed, sitting in an impromptu interrogation room with Mom sitting next to me and the cops the only audience.

"What was she after, Mr. Chizome?" the interrogator asked, I huffed and took a deep breath.

"She was after me… musta saw me and Ibara together… asleep or kissin', and decided to off her so she could have me. The poor girl was cryin' all over me, sayin' I was her life's goal. Just get her the help she needs, okay? Both her and Ten. You might find that shit selfish… but It's true," I huffed as Mom grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

The car ride back to her place was dreadfully silent. She thought it best for me to stay the night with her rather than having me out in my house alone. She also decided to baby me, so there was that.

I fell asleep against my mom's chest, hearing her heartbeat as my only lullaby. Even if she wasn't my real mom, I still love her like one. I hoped Ibara was okay and Toga too…

My first friend and the girl that was obsessed with me… I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. The next day came as Mom drove me to school.

"You sure you're gonna be okay? I know it was hard to fight that girl, you were shaking all night," Mom cautioned as I nodded.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I said.

"You're absolutely sure?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"I'm totally fine with you not going if you feel like you're gonna break down…" she said.

"Ma, just can it! It's not like it's gonna get worse or anything!" I snapped at her, frustrated. She hugged me.

"Hey… it's okay, I know what's happening…" she assured.

"You're scared, Jiraiya, scared of losing Ibara, and you feel lost and inadequate because she was in danger. You're gonna do a lot of good things, and make mistakes… now, let's get in there and rock this day to sleep!" she said.

I felt a little better sitting in class and burying my face into my arms. I honestly started to sob, I abandoned my own safeguards, and the voice that came out of my throat was crazy, scratching and growling. I was scared, and worried and proud all at once, a molotov cocktail of emotions. I was still crying when Monoma came in.

"Well... look at the Devilman! Still crying, Devilman?" he asked.

"Shut up… can'tcha see I'm in fuckin' turmoil right now?!" I snarled.

"Whoa! I'm just saying I've never seen you so torn up, so… what happened? The class group chat was full of you sending sad messages to everyone," Monoma sighed.

"Well… I messed up…" I admitted to the last person I expected to offer me his shoulder to cry on.

"Yeah, you do that a lot…" Monoma sighed.

"It's just… this stupid project and these stupid fucks that wanna either kill me or make me join their weird little organization made me mess up on Ibara… She was in danger and I couldn't help her, I couldn't… I couldn't save her…" I sniffed as Monoma patted me on the back.

"Let it out, Devilman, let it all out," he sighed.

"I just-Gwahhhhh!" I started to sob as Tetsu and Setsuna came in, arguing and bickering as Ibara came in.

When I saw her, I immediately rolled as far away from her as possible.


"Monoma, what did you do?!" I snarled as I saw Jiraiya roll away in his chair, still crying.

"Hey, don't look at me, I was just wondering why he was sobbing like his favorite dog just died," he said in surrender as I walked over to my boyfriend, who was still trying to move away from me.

"Jiraiya, don't worry…" I sighed, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"But… you were in danger! I couldn't stop it and there's more than just Toga and Subject Ten out there!" he objected.

"I don't get what you're worried about, honestly, you're so flighty…" I sighed.

"Look! I don't get why you just treat this like it's no big deal! 'Cause it is! Goddammit, Ibara, I'm trying to keep you AWAY! SO YOU CAN'T- So you can't get hurt… look, baby, I get what you're trying to do… and I appreciate it, but…" Jiraiya said, looking at me with those gentle red eyes.

I grabbed him by the shoulders, "Jiraiya Chizome, look at me!" I commanded as his eyes snapped up to meet mine.

"I love you, okay? And seeing you beat up that girl and win? Even though I was all high on some sort of painkiller? That was amazing… but even more amazing is that fact that you spared her a much worse fate… you're a hero, Jiraiya, a noir hero that denies that he is one, but it's at the point where I want to be with you, I want to be with you to make sure you don't end up falling… I want to be… I want to be Mrs. Chizome! And live in your house and have three beautiful children!" I yelled, my emotions going on overdrive as Jiraiya was sipping on a pack of blood and waiting for me to calm down.

"Babe, you gotta calm down, even if you're adorable when you talk like that, you're getting a little loud…" he observed in his calm voice.

"Right right…" I sighed.

"I'm glad you wanna go for it, but… we gotta concentrate on the immediates. One: I gotta solve this fuckery with the other subjects. Two: We gotta get through highschool and internships with heroes. And finally, three: I gotta get back into your mom's good graces…" He planned, writing it in our shared Moleskine journal.

"Baby… we have to workshop three…" I muttered.

"What? What's wrong?" Jiraiya asked.

"I… I… got… kiccc… got kiccccc…." I mumbled.

"You got kicked out?!" he yelled.


Oh, that is IT! Holy hell on a spear dipped in molasses! Ibara Shiozaki, the sweetest, gentlest, and most beautiful girl… kicked out of her own house by her…

"Who kicked you out?" I asked.

"Who do you think?" she asked.

Her own mother. Damn, we both have mommy issues… well, my dad's a villain… so… Family issues! Yay! She looked so heartbroken. She had a little sister and she loved her so much… I felt like I was the scum of the earth…

But hey, we'll both feel like scum together.

"So what did your dad do?" I ventured.

"He helped me pack up and dealt with Sakura… he's been so supportive, so… once we get done with our homework tonight… do you want to pick up where we left off?" she wondered as I blushed.

"Uhm… well…" I mumbled.

"Bro! Bro, this is an emergency!" Tetsu hissed, grabbing me and dragging me outside.

"Dude, what the fuck?" I asked.

"Bruh, you can't commit! Not right now! What about the bro code?" he asked.

"Dude, Ibara just got kicked out of her own HOUSE. Okay? Because of me! I made a mistake and I think I should be there for her… to pay her back for doing the same for me… I'm sorry, Tetsu, but I'm way past bein' a kid now," I reasoned as Tetsu nodded.

"Yeah, I get it, so… Shihai and I are gonna throw you, our bro Jiraiya, one last hurrah! One last ride! You're gainin' another party member, so… there!" Tetsu decided.

I gawked at him, wondering if he was actually serious.