You know what is funny?
More than half of the conflicts happened through out the history were created based on assumption.
Stupid, right? But it can't be helped. To prepare for something, one at least has to assume what situations they may meet. But there is a very big problem with that
The reality is not something one can easily guess or assume correctly.
Seventh Ember:
"... *sob*... Here... *sob*... my... *sob*... entire... *sob*... collection...*sob*... My...*sob* treasure... *sob*... like... *sob*... you ask... *sob*..."
Wow, the pervert managed to speak the whole sentence, though the sobbing sound was a little... overdramatic for his taste. And here he thought the pervert would need a few hard slaps on his face to speak coherently. Funny enough, every time he gave someone not enough credit, there would be quite a huge chance that one would go beyond what he expected and vice versa. Perhaps doing everything alone for too long tended to... reduce his assumption ability. Or perhaps it was his tendency not to quickly assume something that made his ability to assume become rusty?
Either way, instinct was the best! All hail instinct!
Now... Okay, this collection was huge, no exaggeration. He wondered how long had the pervert collected this? And more important,...
"... How did you carry this huge pile to school?"
"...*sob*... Rias-senpai... *sob*... helped me... *sob*..." He glanced toward the redhead who was standing with the remain of her peerage behind, all of them seemed tense, as Issei became more and more hopeful "...*sob*... So... *sob*... Asia-chan will live... *sob*... right?"
The moment his eyes moved to Asia, his sense immediately caught on the devil energy in the shape of a bishop chess piece entwined with her soul and the new humanity he had implanted in the blond former nun to replace her damaged humanity. While he wasn't surprised that his busty red hair classmate had recruited Asia into her peerage, he was still surprised by how soon she had done it given the warning he had given Rias back at the abandoned church.
Did she truly think what he had said was just a bluff? If that was the case, then his red hair classmate was either arrogant or just simply stupid.
Oh well, not his problem anyway. Hell, if a ton of natto had decided to fall upon Issei right now, he wouldn't have bat an eyelash... as long as none of those natto fell upon that collection. The smell might become unpleasant when met direct heat.
"That depends."
"What do you mean by that?! You promise..." he raised his hand up to stop Issei from finishing his yell. And while he didn't like having someone shouting at him, he was thankful that the pervert's sobbing had stopped. If his sobbing had kept going on, he might have to turn Issei into a pincushion.
Luckily they were standing in the academy yard on Sunday, soooo... nah, let's stop his thought there. He didn't have any desire to go to that direction.
"Which one in this collection can you recommend?"
And the moment his question was finish, Issei's behavior and attitude turned 180 degree in just a blink of eyes.
"Ah, your standard is really high, senpai." Commented Issei after an hour of promoting/ representing/ recommending every single one in the pervert's collection with such a... burning passion that he found quite amusing. Meanwhile, Rias and the remain of her peerage were having a deadpanned look on their faces as they watched the interaction between him and Issei.
"Your classmate is a pervert, Buchou." Koneko's cold comment reached his ears. So Rias had found out that he was her classmate, probably by digging through the academy's files. And in his defense, he wasn't a pervert. He just liked beautiful girls and every normal male would like beautiful girls. There was nothing wrong about that.
"... But... this... should be enough... right?" said Issei hesistantly, given that the pervert had only managed to show him four porn that suited his taste "... So... Asia-chan..."
One small nod from him was more than enough to make Issei bumped his fists into the air in such a ridiculous posture that he wasn't sure how should he react to before rushing to Asia and turning her into a blushing mess with a big hug. Heh, the look on the pervert's and the former nun's face were quite hilarious yet heartwarming, he must admitted.
Oh well, guessed he had wasted money on those chains. And speaking of chains, why did Akeno kept eyeing those chains with such a hopeful yet disappointing look? What exactly did she expect anyway?
That aside. It was time for the final amusement of today. With that thought, he picked up the medium-sized canister he had prepared the day before and poured its content on the huge pile of porn left
"Huh?! What are you pourin..." a look of horror quickly replaced the confusing look on Issei's face "Wait! That's gasoline smell! And what is that fire in your hand... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Wow, he swore to the Dark Soul, he truly had no idea that Issei could let out such a scream like that.
"This pile or Asia... Your call." Six words were more than enough to stop Issei dead in his rush as the pervert could only fell on his knees and weep in despair seeing his treasure being burn. This was why he chose the schoolyard as the place for the meeting. Sona Sitri and her student council could go to hell for all his care.
Oh, and since he had add a few... 'special things' in the gasoline, it would take as long as downloading a porn movie with dial connection to completely burn this pile to ash.
"I change my mind, Buchou. I want your classmate to become my best friend."
Wow, that escalated quickly, especially when that came from the emotionless white hair Kuoh Academy's mascot.
Congratulate Fate, you had just put his homeroom teacher into his shitlist. Why in the bloody hell had his homeroom teacher think that he was the most suitable one to deliver paperwork to all the clubs in his year? What about the student council's members?! Were they just useless chopped liver presenting there to fill the seats instead of doing something productive?
And the worst thing was that he couldn't shove all those paperwork down his homeroom teacher's throat. For some reasons, he believed this was Sona's revenge even though he had done a great free service for burning Issei's treasure (for his own amusement), not to mention he haven't interacted with her so far.
Anyway, first stop... Occult Research Club. Raising his fist, he knocked the door three time.
"Who's there?"
Ho, a strange voice. And quite a cold one, he might add. With a small amount of curiousity, he pushed the door open.
"Paperwork delivery." Came his deadpanned reply as he scanned the room. Rias's peerage, a bunch of female devils peerage with an asshole-looking blond male as the King and finally, a very beautiful silver hair devil in maid uniform. Hmmm, he wondered whether she was single or not.
Suddenly, a fireball flew toward him and forced him to roll to the side as he glanced at the blond culprit. If only he didn't have to protect the goddamn paperwork stack in his arms, he could easily make a homerun to Koshien with that fireball.
Hmm, on the second thought, he should have just let them burn instead. If thing went sour, he could just easily dump the responsibility onto Rias.
Damn his slow planning brain.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, RISER?!" shouted Rias in anger "WHY DID YOU ATTACK A BYSTANDER?!"
Okay, he wasn't exactly a nitpicking person but was it necessary to ask the first question? Seemed kinda... unnecessary to be honest.
"Toying with a trash before throw it away." Said the blond asshole named Riser offhandedly "It's just a human. No one will remember him anyway. And even if it survive, which he do, erasing its memory will be enough."
*PUNK!*
Was that the sound of an imaginary blood vein popping in his head? Well, if that was the case...
A deep dark chuckle escaped his lips as he could feel his so long- time- not- used madness slowsly resurfaced in his mind.
"You said you wanted to toy with me, huh?"
His voice became distorted yet dripped with amusement. For a very brief moment, he could see the look of fear appeared in the blond asshole's eyes but he managed to hide it in time
"... Then I hope..." not waiting for an answer, a unique dark onyx greatsword appeared in his right hand. "... you are prepared to die!"
With one fast light swing, the blond asshole was cleanly bisected from right shoulder to the left side of the hip before turning to a pile of ash only to regenerated back in a pale orange flame. This time, the look of fear wasn't well hidden anymore.
Turning to ash before reviving, so this devil asshole was a Phenex, huh? Good.
Why that was very good!
"You... You dare to hurt me?!" yelled the asshole only to be turned into a pile of ash again, this time by a downward swing from head to crotch.
Classic villain cliché #10: Exclaiming 'You dare to *insert action here* me?!' after being 'insert action here* cliché. Did this asshole along with many villains realize saying that sentence wouldn't turn the table in their favor?
"Riser-sama!" Apperantly, the asshole's peerage had finally managed to snap out of their shock and charged at him but with a casual swing, black flame bursted out from the blade and knock all of them back. Elfriede's Blackflame wasn't something to be taken lightly, after all.
"Ah, so you want to join? But you can see your King is enjoying it, no?" a subtle sardonic grin appeared on his face for a second as he could hear the amusement in his voice now was mixed with sarcasm "But no worry, I can 'arrange' a playmate for you..."
Black fog started rolling on the clubroom's floor as a very tall humanoid figure appeared behind him. The armor along with the tattered cape around the waist were blacken due to years of expunging and embracing the black fog to the point that nothing could clean it away. Despite that, the gleaming long straight sword in the being's right hand and the blacken ultra greatsword in the left hand still held an aura of pride and superiority that only the best knights could have.
"How may I be of service, milord?"
He almost wanted to chuckle lightly. For someone who was deemed a traitor and rebel, this knight could be considered as one of the few who referred to him as 'milord' instead of the title the souls had given him. Though the rasping voice sometimes made the knight's voice a little bit less... formal for his taste
"Please make sure that no one will interupt my 'toying time' with this asshole." He indicated his head toward Riser, who had just finished reforming after being bisected into two halves at the waist "And please, do it non-lethal unless it was extremely necessary to use lethal means. Is that clear, Raime?"
"Consider it done, milord."
And with that, Raime turned to the group of devils while he leaned to the left slightly to dodge a pitiful fireball before jumping forward and reducing Riser back to ash again with a thrust through the devil's skull.
"Since you're a Phenex, I hope you can keep up with me..." both the amusement and sarcasm in his voice had disappeared and replaced by the cold, apathetic and empty tone "... for this is just the warm up and I have plenty time to kill."
Though he couldn't help but wonder, how long would it take for that silver hair devil maid to force the Fume Knight to use lethal means?
Oh well, he would know soon after he was done with this blond asshole.
(Chapter end)
Author's note: Originally, I didn't intend to have the Fume Knight appeared this soon but since Aldrich had already appeared to take care of Freed, I see no reason to withhold him. Anyway, the last update didn't get much feedback but since I have been in good mood this week, I decide to make this chapter longer than the usual (and this is the first time I finished an update in just two days). However, whether the later update after this will have this length or not... I honestly have no idea. Finally, please read and review!