I do not own Campione, High School DxD, or the elements of Code Geass that I chose to incorporate into this story. I am only writing this for fun and not for any sort of profit. If you do not like this story then you are free to leave it and find something more to your tastes. For those you that remain, I hope you continue to enjoy and support the story.

God Slayer DxD

By Ten-Faced Paladin

Chapter 9: Pieces are Set

Mike sighed, laying back against a tree near the old school building at Kuoh Academy. It was lunchtime and he was enjoying his lunch. Of course, with him was his second and public girlfriend Yura Tsubasa as they enjoyed one another's company for the time they had it. They didn't share classes and often Sona had something for Yura to do for the first few hours after school. So what time they could get, they'd seize when they got the chance. Case in point, Yura sitting across Mike's lap as they ate.

"You don't have to rub it in you know," Issei grumped as he watched his friend act all cute with his girlfriend.

"Sorry, but time together can be rare sometimes so we got to use it when we can," Mike shrugged casually. "Don't like it, get your own girlfriend to snuggle with."

"According to the rumors, he's got all the girls in the Occult Research Club to do that for him," Yura grinned, quite pleased and casual with her seating.

"I wish," Issei huffed.

"Um…" Asia spoke up. "I-Issei if you'd like I'd sit in your lap i-if you want."

Issei's mood did a complete turnaround as he looked to the former nun, "R-Really?! You'd do that for me Asia?!"

"Careful. The perv might use it to feel you up," Koneko spoke as she mechanically ate her lunch.

"Koneko! Come on! Do I look like the kind of guy who'd do that to Asia?" Issei groaned as once again, the silver-haired underclassman broke his balls.

"Yes."

"Awwww!"

"Ah ha ha, as merciless as ever," Kiba laughed as he enjoyed the noon hour with his friends.

The seasons had changed recently, prompting the students of Kuoh to wear their summer outfits. The boys did away with their outer jackets while the girls had removed their mantles. With the warmer weather coming, the change was necessary. Of course, Issei was all for it since any excuse for a girl to wear less clothing was a wonderful excuse to him. His fellow perverts agreed and there had been an upswing in peeking incidents since the uniform change.

The weather wasn't the only thing to change. Since Issei sold his arm to Ddraig, he needed Akeno to drain the excess power from his arm to get Boosted Gear to go dormant. It would only last for a few days before Boosted Gear would forcibly activate again, making the ritual necessary at least twice a week. Of course, Mike was sure Issei was trying to milk as many sessions as he could since he heard the pervert mutter how Akeno wore nothing but a white robe to conduct it one day after a ritual was completed.

Probably the most profound change was the fact that Rias suddenly moved into Issei's house. She really didn't give a clear reason why she did it, but everyone suspected after seeing Issei fight so hard for her against Riser Phenix, she fell hard for him. So as a Devil who wanted something, she took steps to get it. Mike was pretty sure she used some kind of Devil magic to get Issei's parents to accept it, but the pair were so pleased to have girls to help raise it likely didn't take much. With a son like Issei, having some daughters to spoil would be a blessing in itself.

As for Mike himself, after he got out of the doghouse with Yura for going to date-worthy parties and not inviting her, not too much had changed. He'd begun martial arts lessons with Cornelia so he wouldn't be a complete brawler when his fighting came down to hand to hand. As much as he liked the idea, he couldn't always spam his weapons or his Three Companions at his enemies. Since he didn't have a direct offensive Authority to fight with, he had to rely on skill, tactics, and his Wisdom of Solomon to win the day.

Oddly enough, Mike had been expecting numerous Devil families to petition him for some reason or another since his debut in the Underworld. Since that appearance though, not one family had gotten in touch with him which he felt was odd. He figured that many Devils were still afraid of offending him for some reason or another. That, or since he was confirmed to be allied with the Sitri and the Gremory, the other families were keeping back to avoid the attention of the two powerful families for trying to horn in on their alliance. Either way, he was glad not to have to travel that political minefield just yet.

"So Lord Summers, the school's athletic meet is coming up," Kiba spoke up, changing the subject from Issei's crushed ego. "Are you going to compete too?"

"You know you don't have to be all formal with me in a relaxed setting like this," Mike commented. Sighing, he shook his head. "Anyway, it would kind of be unfair of me, wouldn't it? I mean, I'm a Campione and pretty much superhuman compared to most of the other students here."

"Oh come on it's not that bad," Issei huffed. "I mean, we're all competing in the club meet."

"Yup," Yura nodded. "The Student Council is competing too."

"Well you Devils do enjoy a stacked deck," Mike grinned teasingly. "Those poor, poor, mundanes. They won't know what hit them."

"Hell yeah!" Issei crowed. "For once I'll actually be able to win at a sport!"

"I'm really excited about this meeting too!" Asia beamed. "I was never able to play spots in the church so this will be the first time for me."

"Well good luck," Mike nodded to the former nun. "It can be hard work, but when you've got a team of friends it can be a lot of fun."

"Yes!" the cute blonde smiled back.

*DING-DONG!*

"There's the bell," Yura whined as she stood up while the others packed up their lunchboxes. "Back to the daily grind."

"Well, let's get to it," Kiba nodded as he got up. "See you two tonight at the meeting, Asia, Issei."

"Yeah, sure," Issei nodded. "Ready Asia?"

"Yes!" Asia beamed, stepping very close to Issei's side. It made Mike want to laugh since it was obvious that Asia was crushing pretty hard on Issei and for all the guy talked about being a Harem King, he didn't seem all that good at recognizing when a girl had her sights on him.

'I'm sure he'll figure it out,' Mike reasoned as he gave Yura a kiss on the cheek before they separated for their respective classrooms.


Mike heaved a sigh as he sat back down at his desk, mentally preparing himself for the evil that was mathematics. The teacher had yet to arrive so some of the students were still milling around. Seeing nothing else to do, Mike turned his attention to his book bag where he had some manga stashed for entertainment between classes. Since he hooked up with Yura though, he had less reading time at lunch. Fortunately, the make out time more than made up for it. Flipping through the pages to where he had left the bookmark, he kept reading. It was written purely in Japanese, but the Language ability of a Campione made it seem like English. So he could read the stories fresh off the press in Japan instead of waiting for the release in English like his friends back home did.

"Alright, kick some ass Naruto," he grinned, looking through the pages.

He was just about to get to the good part when…

"Excuse me."

Mike internally groaned and closed his book, looking up to see who had spoken to him. Unsurprisingly, it was another Kuoh student and a female one at that. She wore the uniform well, as pretty much every girl in the school did. What made her stand out was the fact that she had red hair. It wasn't the exact same shade of red Rias had, although Mike would swear it came close. It hung close to her chin, but while her bangs hung, the rest curved away, giving her something of a tomboy look if he had to be honest. Her eyes were blue and expressive, but seemed to be closer to the almond shape of the Japanese rather than the wider ones of a Caucasian, possibly hinting at a mixed heritage. She had her arms crossed under her breasts and she looked quite serious.

"Um…yes?" Mike asked. "Miss…uh…?"

"Kozuki. Kozuki Kallen," the girl answered. "And I have a request for you."

Mike blinked, but then he heard the girls in the classroom beginning to gossip around them.

"Uh-oh, looks like Rias-sempai's tomboy clone is making her move!"

"Like she's got a chance with the Hidden Prince."

"Yeah, he's taken by Yura-sempai anyway."

"Maybe if she acted more like a girl she'd have a shot."

"He deserves a more alluring mistress."

Kallen grit her teeth in an effort to ignore the comments before turning her attention back to Mike, "I'm a member of the Japanese Culture Research Club. Basically, our club researches our country's history and traditions as well as performing them."

"O…kay," Mike nodded. So it was like the Tea Ceremony Club, but it focused on all Japanese traditions instead of just one. At first it might seem redundant since they were in Japan, but since such a big portion of the school's students were foreign, such a club actually could get some momentum behind it. "So how can I help you Kozuki-san?"

"Okay, here's the deal," Kallen sighed. "The recruitment drive at the beginning of the year didn't go so well and we only got a few members. A bunch of our members graduated last year so we have only a small gathering right now. We don't have enough members for the club sports events so I'm hunting down every student who isn't in a club and asking them to join up."

"Oh," Mike nodded. "So you're asking me to join your club to help with the club sports events?"

"Yeah," Kallen nodded. "You don't have to attend meetings or anything. We'd have you marked down as a phantom member, someone who's a member in name only. We won't force you to attend if you don't want to. It also looks good on transcripts and stuff if you've been part of a club. Being a member of one which brings better knowledge about the Japanese people might earn you some brownie points later if you decide to stay. Plus some of the skills we learn in the traditions can be applied else-!"

"Okay, I get it," Mike cut her off. Thinking on the offer, he considered it. On one hand, he had just said he wasn't likely to join the sports events since he'd be so much better than the majority of the students. Then again, in a club event it wouldn't be so much just him but a whole group of people. Besides, both the Occult Research Club and the Student Council were going to compete and that definitely wouldn't be a fair game. It might even out depending on the game, but the Devils would definitely have a physical advantage. Besides, before ending up a Campione, he did want to participate in the cultural stuff Japan had to offer too.

"Well," Mike finally sighed, causing Kallen to wince, anticipating a rejection. "I did come to Japan to learn about the culture so this club sounds right up my alley. I also did want to compete in the sports events, so why not?" Kallen blinked in surprise as Mike smiled at her. "So I say sure. I'll join the Japanese Culture Research Club. I just hope I can get along with everyone.

"Oh thank God," Kallen slumped in relief. She grinned at Mike, "Okay, our next meeting is after school in classroom 2-A. Can you make it?"

"Sure can," Mike nodded. "See you there?"

"Oh yeah," Kallen nodded. "Have to give the president the proof I got a member or else I'll get the penalty anyway."

"Well, I'll meet you there then after the final bell," Mike nodded.

"Thanks. You really saved my ass," Kallen laughed.

"Then that's my good deed for the day," Mike grinned. Their conversation was then halted as the teacher arrived, prompting everyone to begin heading for their seats. Kallen nodded a goodbye to Mike before doing the same. The Eighth Campione waved, but then sighed as he got his math books and tried to gear his mind towards the evil numbers.


They day progressed and soon the bell rang, announcing that all of the students could go home for the day. Cleaning up, Mike got his book bag and left his classroom, but didn't turn to go home. Instead, he turned down the hall and headed for a different classroom. Finding the one marked 2-A, he stopped when he heard a whine of some sort come from it. Confused, he pressed his ear up against the door to make sure he heard properly.

"Madam President, do we have to dress like this?"

"Ufu fu fu! Of course! You all agreed to pay the penalty if you failed."

"But this is embarrassing! What if someone sees us?!"

"That's the price to pay for being so pretty!"

Mike felt some confusion come from the complaints, but he decided that he had better find out. He knew it was classroom 2-A that the Japanese Culture Research Club was meeting at so he was in the right place. Preparing himself for something shocking, as seemed to be the norm for Kuoh, he knocked on the door.

"Oh! Come in~!" a girl answered in a song-song tone.

Mike took hold of the door and opened it…and promptly stopped. Inside was indeed a regular classroom and several of the desks had been moved to create a large boardroom-style table. At the head of it was a girl wearing a Kuoh uniform, sporting slightly curled blonde hair which tumbled past her shoulders and had bright blue eyes. Still, the mischievousness in her eyes was as obvious as a neon sign. She sat regally at the head of the table, like a noblewoman who was playing host to a group of her fellows. She had one leg folded over the other and a teacup of all things in her hand. That in itself wouldn't be so odd were it not for the others in the room.

Next to the table was a girl not in the Kuoh uniform, but a maid uniform instead. One that seemed to emphasize what curves she had since it was obviously a size smaller than what would be considered proper. The skirt was also quite short, meaning if she bent over she'd give everyone with the desire to look a show. Her features were pretty, but leaned closer to plain. She wore glasses, nothing styled like Sona, just regular glasses. Her hair was black but tied back in a bun while her bangs hung long low to chest level. She seemed to have a blush permanently painted on her face which only turned darker when Mike entered the room.

The girl next to her seemed to fare no better, wearing the exact same outfit. She had long orange hair which hung down to the small of her back. She sported amber eyes with a tint of green in them. Like her fellow maid, she seemed mortified enough by her current situation. When Mike came into the room, she just seemed to grow even more embarrassed by it all and it showed as her face reddened and her eyes widened as someone she didn't know managed to catch her in the act of wearing a sexy maid uniform.

The only other guy in the room looked less uncomfortable. He was dressed up as a proper butler, the kind of uniform girls liked to see a man wearing. He had semi-long blue hair and his bangs spread away from him and sported grey eyes. Unlike the girls who seemed mortified by their attire, he was anything but. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying the fact that he was catering to the blonde. That was made abundantly clear as he served her tea with a goofy grin.

The last person in the room was Kallen, spared the maid treatment as she sat at another chair. Glancing at the door, she waved as Mike entered the room, prompting him to greet her back with his own wave.

"Welcome to the Japanese Culture Research Club!" the blonde smiled. "Are you perhaps our newest member?"

"Um…something like that," Mike nodded. Looking to the two mortified girls, he just felt he had to ask, "Ah…what's with the maid treatment? I thought this researched Japanese culture."

"Merely a taste of why the Japanese concept of a 'maid café' is considered so popular," the blonde smiled.

"This was the penalty if we couldn't get any new members to come," Kallen spoke up. "Like I said, you saved my ass."

"Anyway!" the blonde stood up. "My name is Milly Ashford, the president of the Japanese Culture Research Club. I would have been the Student Council President, but alas," she sighed dramatically, looking quite put out, "I was outdone by Shitori Sona's superior managerial skills and connections"

"Oh, so you ran against her?" Mike asked.

"I still demand a recount! No way Shitori could have beat Milly!" the butler demanded hotly. "She had to make a deal with the devil or something to win! She just had to!"

'Not too far off the mark there,' Mike thought, almost snorting. Sona didn't make a deal with a Devil, she WAS a Devil. "And you are?"

"Oh, uh…Rivalz Cardemonde," the butler smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nice to meet you."

"Michael Summers. Just call me Mike," the Campione nodded back.

"And my I introduce our lovely maids for our meeting!" Milly grinned. "The cute one with glasses is Nina Einstein and the just as cute orangette is Shirley Fennete. Don't they simply make the most adorable maids?"

"Madam President," the one identified as Shirley groaned while Nina just seemed to blush harder.

"And of course you've already met Kallen," Milly continued, gesturing to the only other person in her club who wasn't dressed up. "There, introductions complete! Now let's party and welcome our new club member, maid style!"

"B-b-b-but, Miss President!" Nina whined. "Th-this is embarrassing!"

Milly merely grinned, "Ah, ah, ah! You all agreed to the penalty if you couldn't bring in any new members! It's one of the club rules you know. Any and all penalties must be paid out in full when issued."

"Then how come you aren't in a maid outfit?" Shirley huffed, almost pouting.

"Well, someone has to enjoy the attentions of our lovely serving staff," Milly shrugged. "Besides, I issued the order. It was up to the rest of you to follow."

"Right," Shirley just grumped.

And so Mike was introduced to the members of the Japanese Culture Research Club. He learned that Milly was in fact the heiress to Ashford Industries, a heavy machinery production corporation. They had offices all over the world and Milly just picked Japan at random to attend school, likely because of everything she discovered in anime or something. She had indeed run against Sona for the Student Council, but had lost the election. Not to be put down, she began the JCRC since if she couldn't be the student president, she'd be a club president instead.

Rivalz had come from America, the son of a big wine production family with roots in Italy. The reason he was in Japan was that his family was looking into far east markets and considering going into rice wine production. So as they set up their production, it was decided he'd go to school in Japan considering their educational standards. Mike could also tell from watching him dote over Milly as her butler that he was crushing hard on the exuberant blonde but likely just hadn't come out and said anything.

Shirley's story was not nearly as exciting. Her father was merely a programmer to a very prominent firm. His latest job required him to move to Japan for some time and rather than separate the family, her parents decided to all move there and keep together. She was somewhat quiet and could be considered a wall flower. Mike figured she didn't like to stand out all that much and her aversion to the maid outfit confirmed as such.

It was a little harder to get Nina' story since she seemed so shy. From what Mike could gather, she was the daughter of diplomats and had been all over the world. She wasn't forthcoming in any more details besides that and Mike certainly didn't want to pry over it. Still, when one hears a story like that they just get curious…

Kallen was perhaps the most dramatic. Her father was a business tycoon from Britain who shacked up with her Japanese mother when he came to expand his business in Japan and got her pregnant not with Kallen, but her older brother Naoto. They tried to make it work and had Kallen in the process, but with him gone so much and her staying behind it was best decided the two go their separate ways. One might consider that a little personal, but it had happened so long ago Kallen had to qualms about telling it, considering it a juicy story in its own right.

They were a pretty mixed bag, but Mike found himself getting along with them quite easily. He could do worse for a new club to hang out with.


With the School Sports Meet coming up soon, Milly decided the club didn't have time for regular activities when they had training to do. So she dedicated each upcoming meeting to training and preparing for the club sports events. The athletic clubs already had such a big advantage over others so it was imperative to cram as much training as they could. Of course, there were prizes being allotted to the individuals and clubs who did best, although for the clubs it was along the lines of group benefits from the school or trips or something along those lines so everyone wanted to win.

Still, the day in question arrived and everyone was keyed up and ready to go. Of course, right from the start things began to get crazy since the first matchup of the day was between Rias and Sona with Akeno and Tsubaki playing as their partners in a game of tennis. It was big news and soon a mob was circling the tennis court, watching four of the school's top ladies preparing to do battle in short-skirted tennis outfits. Needless to say, everyone was entranced, especially the guys. It seemed like the entire male portion of the school had come to watch the game.

"Seriously?" Mike blinked, looking at how worked up some of the guys were. "Are all the girls in this school celibate or something? It has to be the only reason why everyone gets so worked up at seeing those girls in tennis uniforms."

"Don't look at me. I gave up wondering why they're all so desperate a long time ago," Kallen shrugged. "Of course, it begs to question why all the girls get worked up too."

"Something about seeing how elegant they are from what I understand," Mike replied, taking note over the number of girls who seemed just as entranced as the guys were, but for different reasons. "These people need hobbies."

"No arguments here," the half-British redhead agreed.

"Serve!"

The game soon began and all hormonal hell broke loose. Thanks to the stylish gear the girls in the court were wearing, when they made the right movements, they ended up flashing their panties towards the crowds. That just got the guys in attendance hooting and hollering in cheer. Seeing how wild his fellow men got, Mike was just glad that Akeno decided not to be a total tease for once and wear a sports bra or else the guys in attendance would turn into complete cavemen and probably cause a riot.

"Oh man," Issei grinned, watching the match with an unflinching gaze, "Tennis balls aren't the only thing bouncing around. This game rocks!"

"Oh man, I'm filling up the spank bank with this one yo!" Matsuda grinned, actually using binoculars to watch the game even though he was right next to the fence.

"I wish they'd play a little two on one on my junk!" Motohama added, using his own pair of binoculars to watch.

Mike had the unfortunate luck to hear that, seeing as he wanted to say hello to Issei, only to hear him and his fellow perverts make commentary over their personal fantasies and color commentaries on the players' breasts. That was when Tsubaki made her move with her racket, launching the ball at Akeno who was quick to retaliate, both movements kicking up their skirts and in the process.

"CAMELTOE!" several guys cried out in sheer joy.

Mike groaned dropping his head in despair, "Kallen…are me and Kiba the only guys here who aren't total desperate virgin slaves to their hormones?"

"You're a dying breed it seems," Kallen replied, looking less than impressed with the school's male students.

"Shut up, Damn Handsome!" two of the Perverted Trio snapped, overhearing the comments.

The game continued, and despite Rias and Sona both resorting to magic (how the students never noticed Mike wasn't sure) it ended in a tie when both girls' rackets broke. No one was really disappointed though. For the girls, they got to see more of the elegant action they knew the top ladies of the school were capable of. For the guys, they got to see an incredible amount of boob bounce and panty shots. The only ones who seemed really disappointed were Issei and Saji who had been strongly supportive for their respective Kings. Almost to the point of them picking fights with each other over it.

"Well, that ate up a good half hour," Kallen commented as the mob began to disperse. "I'm going to go watch Milly and Shirley's events. You want to come?"

"In a minute," Mike shrugged. "I want to say hi to some friends."

Separating, Mike headed down to where his Devil friends were converging. Approaching, he reached Tsubaki first, "Great game out there Tsubaki."

"Ah!" Tsubaki whipped around, a towel on her shoulders and a drink in her hand. Seeing Mike, she calmed down but cursed as she felt herself blushing. Making he would see it as from the exertion? "Um…yes, thank you Lord Summers. It was quite invigorating."

"Yeah, although was using magic necessary?" Mike grimaced.

"Caught that did you?" Tsubaki smiled. "Well, when it comes to Kaichou and Rias' rivalry, all bets are off. Just be glad they were as subtle as they were about it."

"I think subtlety went out the window when the rackets broke," Mike commented, chuckling.

"Perhaps, but when it comes to udon there is no excuse for holding back," Tsubki replied. "It's Sona's favorite meal and an entire meal's worth of it was on the line for this match."

"…o…kay?" Mike blinked. He obviously didn't get how a food could be that good, but he'd just go with it.

"Hey Sweetie!" Mike heard and he turned to see his public girlfriend approaching with a smile. With a grin, Mike wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead, making Yura preen under the affection. It also made Momo and Ruruko huff as they wanted the same treatment from Saji, but he never seemed to clue in on their affections. "Was the tennis match sexy enough for you?"

"Only if you were in it," Mike replied with a cheeky grin.

"And that's the right answer," Yura laughed, poking Mike's side, before stepping back. "Coming to check on your girlfriend?"

"And seeing a few other friends," Mike replied. "The JCRC events are coming up soon so I'd thought I'd come say hi to some friends and tease some of you about how wild the tennis match got. Then you can all come laugh at me as we flub our team sport."

"I'll be there!" Yura laughed. She glanced over at Tsubaki whose grip on her drink seemed to become slightly crushing. "Want to come too, Fukukaichou?"

"Well…" Tsubaki suddenly became slightly shy and a little indecisive, not something she was known for, "I suppose…if we have the time between our own events…I could come and watch…maybe."

"Cool," Mike nodded. "See you there then." Another kiss to Yura's cheek and he was off.

Yura waved as he left, feeling gooey whenever he gave her that warm affection. Savoring it, she looked to Tsubaki who was crushing her drink again and gritting her teeth. Smiling, Yura decided maybe offer some peace, or twist the knife in a little more, whichever worked, "You know, you can still get in on this if you want to. His Authority worked on you too so he has to have some kind of feelings for you. What's stopping you?"

"Gck?!" Tsubaki turned red and quickly turned away. "I...I…I have too many things to do to juggle a boyfriend on top of it all!"

"Sure you do," Yura grinned.


The team sports turned out to be just as wild as the single sports as far as the Devils and one Campione of the school were concerned. It started when the ORC were joined in a game of dodgeball against the baseball team. Normally one might expect it to be a bit more of an even match but that was not to be. Once the game began, the entire Baseball Team zoned in on Issei and hurled a constant barrage of volleyballs at him and him alone. Why you ask? Simple. On the opposing team were Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima, the Two Great Ladies of Kuoh. No one in their right mind would dream of throwing a volleyball at them. Also on that team were the cutest foreign exchange student Asia Argento and the school's uber-cute mascot Koneko Tojou. Again, no one with a heart would dream of hitting them. Then there was Kiba Yuuto, the school's prince. He was a more acceptable target for the guys, but anyone who hit him would have all of the girls' ire forever so there was no hitting him. That left Issei, the pervert no one liked and who many felt had no business being in the ORC so it was open season on him.

The game ended when Issei took a shot to the balls for Kiba who wasn't really into the game and got eliminated. It killed the baseball team's will to fight since the only target was gone, leaving a crushing victory for the ORC.

The Student Council's baseball game wasn't as fierce, but it still ended in a crushing victory. Although, it wasn't due to their enhanced Devil bodies, but the incredible teamwork that Sona instilled in her Peerage. The Tea Ceremony club never stood a chance.

Then came the JCRC's match. It wasn't a traditional sport, but instead it was simply a game of Shoulder Wars. It was mainly an event which had half the team members on the shoulders of the other half. The lifted members would be wearing a hat and the object of the game was to capture the hats of the opposing team. Whoever eliminated the other team, or had more members at the end of the set time would be the winners. It was a simple and some might say childish game, but it was an event the organizers agreed to and so it would be played.

That was how Mike found himself with Kallen sitting on his shoulders with Rivalz happily supporting Milly and Shirley struggling to keep Nina up in the air. The three girls were wearing black top hats which would be the target for the enemy. Mike perhaps normally would have felt a bit uncomfortable since he had a girl he was only introduced to a short time ago on his shoulders. Now it was even worse since Milly had insisted on a particular dress code since all the teams had to have a commonality in their uniform. In the JCRC's case, the boys were dressed in traditional high school boy uniforms with black shirts with gold buttons while the girls were wearing traditional fukus with red scarves and blue coloring, like something out of a manga. That included the skirts.

"Mike, if you turn your head, I will kill you," Kallen hissed from her perch on Mike' shoulders.

"Duly noted," Mike gulped, blushing as he tried not to feel Kallen's thighs touching his ears.

Rivalz didn't seem to mind, although from the look on his face it seemed he was trying to develop the ability to see through the back of his own head.

Shirley was struggling just to keep Nina up on her shoulders and thus couldn't say anything.

"Our enemy is the Swim Team!" Milly announced, posing like she was a general on her war horse. "We shall confront them today and go onward to greater glory against our peers! Show no mercy and show no fear! Go forward and let us claim victory!"

"YEAH!" Rivalz cheered.

"Guh!" Shirley panted, as Nina trembled.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Mike looked up to Kallen.

"You and me both," the redhead groaned.

"CHARGE!"

And so the JCRC did charge, heading against another team of six members wearing swim trunks and Hawaiian shirts regardless of the gender. They were in the middle of the track field so any tumbles wouldn't hurt too badly. That turned out to be a comfort since Shirley couldn't hold up any longer and tripped, sending her and Nina crashing to the ground. Fortunately, Nina kept the hat on so they were able to stay in the game. That worked in their favor since none of the other players could bend over to reach Nina's head while they were down.

Milly proved to be an effective a player as she was a leader as she had Rivalz speedwalked laps around the other players. She would try to get in from behind to snag some hats and would dip dangerously to do so in the process. Rivalz almost tumbled over more than once as Milly made a lunge for her target. Still, high risk had high reward and soon Milly had one of the Swim Team's hats, cheering as she held it high for all to see.

Mike and Kallen were proving to be the power team though. With Mike's Campione strength, he could easily hold Kallen's weight and even run at full speed. Kallen yelped slightly as Mike began moving, disrupting her balance. Still, she managed to get her footing so to speak and the two really raced. Moving past one pair of players who were much slower, Kallen snapped out with a hand and managed to grab their hat, causing the girl to yelp and thrash, prompting her male carrier to lose his balance and both tumbled.

"Dammit! You won't win this one Prince!" the last male member of the team shouted, charging for Mike and Kallen.

"Ichiro! Don't talk that way to the Secret Prince!" the girl on his shoulders scolded.

"Whatever! Just grab that hat from Rias' clone!"

"Will you people stop calling me that!?" Kallen snapped, her eyes flaring. "We don't look anything alike! We just have red hair!"

"Yeah, her boobs are too small to pass for Rias anyway," came Motohama's voice from the stands.

"Word." Matsuda agreed.

"Shut up, pervs!" Mike turned his head, glaring at the two over Kallen's thigh. He put some his Campione killing intent into it, causing both boys to yelp and fall over. Call him old-fashioned, but one doesn't just talk about a girl like all she was to be known for was the size of her chest.

"Eyes forward!" Kallen snapped, forcibly twisting Mike's head front and centre. "Now come on! Let's win this!"

Mike made his charge and Kallen prepared herself and the two opposing forces met. The Swim Team member was good, able to swing fast from so much swimming, but Kallen seemed to have a natural knack for thrusting with her arms, dodging one such swing before launching her arm and knocking the hat right off of her opponent's head. The clash ended and Mike sprinted away as Kallen held up the second hat with a grin on her lips.

*PHWEET!*

"Japanese Culture Research Club wins!" the referee announced.

"Yeah!" the duo cheered, but as Mike spun around, his foot slipped, causing both teens to fall backwards with loud cries, "WAGH!"

The pair collapsed in a heap on the ground, Kallen losing both hats in the process. Fortunately, the game was over so it didn't matter. Mike groaned, getting the ringing out of his head from the thump he took. His body was more durable than most humans, but that didn't mean that pain didn't hurt. Sighing at his victory being tainted by the goof up, he opened his eyes so he could stand up. Instead of the open sky like he was expecting to see, what he was looking at was a rather large expanse of pink. "Huh?"

"You lucky bastard!" he heard one of the trio yell out.

"Don't those guys complain enough?" Mike groaned and blinked again, thinking his vision was just being fuzzy. He blinked three times before he realized that he wasn't in fact suffering from fuzzy vision, but looking at something which was pink and filling his entire vision. "Uh…."

"YOU PERV!"

Kallen's scream sounded off before the pink spun around to show the angry redhead with her fist reared back.

"Wait!" Mike cried

*POW!*

"Ow!" Kallen cried, leaping up and cradling her fist. Getting up she backed away from Mike, watching her hand turn red, "Dammit! What is your head made of?"

"Flesh and blood, just like you," Mike grunted as he sat up. He rubbed his cheek from where the punch had landed. He felt it, and it hurt, but he was used to way worse. "Honestly, I wasn't trying to look. We just tumbled and ended up that way. You were there."

"Right," Kallen winced, shaking the growing numbness from her hand. "Whatever. Just don't let it happen again."

"Duly noted," Mike nodded before he stood, but by then Kallen was already walking away. "Man, I hope this doesn't make her think I'm like Issei."


Kallen winced as she felt the ice pack rest on her knuckles. The school nurse said she'd be looking at a mighty bruise and her hand would be swollen for a little bit. In fact, she was lucky she didn't break a knuckle or something along those lines. When the nurse asked what she'd hit, Kallen just made up the lie that she'd pounded one of the Perverted Trio one too many times. The nurse just sighed and shook her head, having heard that excuse almost daily whenever a girl came in with bruised fists or sore arms from exerting so much force into pervert pummeling. Kallen knew she couldn't very well say she hurt herself just punching one boy's face out of reflex. Granted, it was believable since the whole school knew how much punishment the trio could take.

Still, Kallen didn't tell since something about it was bothering her. It felt like she had punched bricks instead of Mike's face and although punching someone could hurt (experienced from bashing the Trio once or twice) it shouldn't hurt that much. Something was up with her newest club member. He was usually nice enough, but it just seemed like there was this wall between him and the others. Granted, she'd only known the guy for a little over a week and it might be nothing, but it still stuck out in her head. She was the suspicious type by nature so unless she saw proof otherwise, she just felt like something was up.

Well, nothing else to do but investigate, right?

Standing up from the stool, she walked to the window to see the students milling around down on the ground. Looking around, she spotted Mike walking for the front gate. If he was by himself she wouldn't have been able to peg him. Not from the second floor with his back turned. But thankfully, seeing the rather unique hair color of Yura Tsubasa next to him more the confirmed it for her.

"I think I'm feeling a little better," Kallen announced to the nurse as she turned to leave the room. "I'm going to head home now."

"Okay," the school's nurse called back from her desk. "Put more ice on that hand once you do. We don't need it to swell up worse than it is."

"I will," Kallen agreed before she left the room. Once the door was closed, she took off running to try and get outside and follow Mike before he got too far ahead.


"Nice work today," Yura praised as she and Mike walked down the streets. She insisted on going to visit his place for the evening which Mike had to qualms against even if he didn't have anything special planned that night. "Have fun with the whole Japanese Sports Day experience?"

"I did have fun," Mike grinned. "It was nice to just do something fun and out of the ordinary that didn't involve magic or other stuff."

"And, you got a hell of a panty shot," Yura grinned teasingly. "A shame it wasn't me though."

Mike choked on his breath, turning bright red before sighing, "Can we please stop talking about that? It was bad enough when the Perverts Three came asking me what it was like to 'get such an ECU of Paradise' and even asking for details about Kallen's panties."

"Which got them beaten up again," Yura laughed. "Oh come on, it was funny in hindsight, wasn't it?"

"It would be funnier if it happened to Issei instead of me," Mike groaned. He was the decent guy so why did so many pervy things start happening to him? Was it his dual relationship or was it just something that happened to everyone in Kuoh at one point or another?

"Anyway," Yura laughed before hugging Mike's arm. "So what's on the agenda tonight for us? A nice dinner? Cozying up on the couch maybe?"

"I'd say sure, if you don't mind my four other roommates making pests of themselves," Mike shrugged. "Mittelt and Kalawarner will probably tease us a lot. Cornelia may want to talk business and Villetta…well, who knows what she's thinking sometimes."

"What's best for you no doubt," Yura grinned, "Even if it means collecting a harem of adoring women for you."

Mike rolled his eyes as his girlfriend laughed, "Okay, that joke has long since gotten old. Can we all just move on?"

"When it stops being funny for me," Yura grinned.

Mike rolled his eyes, feeling that this was going to be Yura's teasing fodder for some time to come. As the light in the sky died out while clouds were rolling in, Mike decided to change the subject, "Looks like rain's coming in. We'd better hoof it if we don't want to get soaked by it."

"You won't hear me argue," the bluenette agreed.

The sped up their walking, not wanting to be caught in the rain. Turning down another street, Mike was about to try and talk some more when a huge blip of magic appeared in his personal radar. It was big enough to give him pause as he stopped walking. Yura stopped with him, looking confused, "Mike? What is it?"

"Something magic just came to my senses," Mike reported, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Something powerful, really powerful and…" he closed his eyes to concentrate. He could sense the magic and it had a kind of feel to it, a familiar one. It reminded him of the Fallen Angels' attacks, but without the feeling of taint or intensity to it. It was a very powerful holy source of magic coming their way, "You need to move. Whatever it is, it's holy. Very holy. That means it's a huge risk to you."

"Crap. So much for our night in," Yura frowned. "Which way?"

"It's a good distance still but," Mike began, but his eyes widened when the source on is senses flared before starting going at high speed right at them! "It's coming now! Move!"

"YEEEEHAAAAAW!"

Mike grabbed Yura around the waist and they leaped back as the source of holy magic came right down at them, smashing into the road. Both Campione and Devil came to a stop and looked to see what was happening. In front of them stood a man who was garbed in white clothes with a long black coat. It made him look somewhat like a priest, fitting considering the power that Mike had felt coming from him. He had silver hair which hung down to his jaw and his face, it was twisted in a clearly insane grin with enough malice to suit a serial killer in his eyes. What was in his hand though was what really brought Mike's attention. He was holding a sword, a rather oddly shaped one which had a curve to it, but it had extra spines on it and even a diamond-shaped hole in the middle of it. Despite the odd design, the sword itself was the source of the powerful holy energy Mike had been sensing.

"Well shoot, I missed," the priest laughed standing up. "And here I was going to be nice by giving you shitty Devils a quick death. Ah well," his grin turned wider as he laughed. "May as well do things the old fashioned way! Slow and agonizing it is!"

"Like hell you are!" Mike growled, summoning his Authority. "Deep within the earth, my reign grows onward. My wealth swells, my treasures increase, all for the prosperity of my kingdom. The vaults are locked to all but me and now I shall open the doors and bask in the radiant glow!" The street cracked before a gold sword emerged from the ground, allowing Mike to catch it before he pointed it at the clearly psychopathic priest.

"Ooooooh!" the man admired, "So you're the godslayer who shacked up in this town eh? Well, I think a proper introduction is in order then," he stood straight waving his sword in the air, "The name's Sellzan, Freed Sellzan. Shitty Devil Killer Exorcist extraordinaire!

"Freed…" Mike frowned, but then perked as he recalled the name, "Wait, you're the priest that Issei and the others fought at the church when we rescued Asia!"

"Ah, I'm famous eh? Even godslayers have heard me!" Freed laughed, spinning on the spot. "Yep! That's me! I was so looking forward to seeing you fight Siegfried, but all those Shitty Devils got in the way so I had to vamoose before my goose got cooked! Missed the whole thing. It was such a disappointment."

"So what brings you back? Touring? Seeing the sights? Wanting some payback?" Mike frowned.

"Ah, it's like you're reading my mind!" Freed laughed. "That's exactly it! I'd thought I'd see some new sights, hang out at some old haunts, and then maybe go to that little school and kill a bunch of Devils like that little slut you've got hanging around you!"

Mike snarled as Yura growled behind him. He lifted his sword higher, preparing to fight, "You're asking for a divine-class ass-kicking talking like my girl about that!"

Freed grinned, licking his lips as he gripped his sword again, "Oh, I like that face. Filled with hate and bloodlust. Well, I can't just sit here after seeing that. LET'S GET IT ON!" With a crazed laugh, Freed lunged at Mike with his twisted sword raised. Mike likewise charged back, slashing his golden blade down. Both weapons clashed with a shower of sparks. They didn't rest as they continued slashing, making blasts of sparks wherever the blades met. Above them, thunder rumbled as the rain started to fall. Still the two fought, sparks lighting up the street as they clashed. Mike already hated the guy for how he abused Asia and helped Raynare hurt her, not to mention calling Yura a slut, but the man would just not shut up!

"Ooooh! Nice one! Great face! You look like you really wanna kill me! Oh! Close! Hyah! Come on, stop trying to hit me and hit me! Ah ha ha ha ha!"

"Shut! UP!" Mike bellowed, slamming his sword horizontally across Freed's causing the biggest blast of sparks yet, causing the priest to skid back on the slick road.

"Ha! Now we're getting somewhere!" Freed laughed, his tongue hanging out. "You know, I really can't help but admire you godslayers. Ever since I joined up with the church all they'd yak about is 'God is almighty' or 'Pagan Heretic Gods cannot be stopped.' It was annoying. Then you godslayers come out of the woodwork and really cut them down. It's awesome! I can't even imagine the thrill from killing something unkillable!" Freed broke out in crazed laughed, making Mike grimace. "Maybe when I'm done here I'll take my Excalibur Rapidly here and try my luck with a Heretic God. Think I've got a shot?"

"Wait," Mike frowned, "Excalibur…Rapidly?"

"Ah, only one of the coolest swords ever! I just have to scratch Devils with it and they go down in agony! It's awesome!" Freed laughed, waving the blade around. "And best of all, I get some cool powers when I use it. Wanna see? Okay, here I go!" The sword suddenly lit up with golden light, the kind Mike was definitely sure he'd heard of in all the bible stories he'd picked up over the years. Seeing it in Freed's hands made more disturbing than inspiring. The priest let off a cackle before he…vanished?

"What?!" Mike gasped.

"SWEETIE!" Yura yelled.

"TAKE THIS!" Freed laughed from behind Mike.

Mike began to turn, but then a hot slice cut down his back, causing him to shout in pain. He stumbled around, seeing Freed cackling like a loon with blood dripping down his sword. Mike reached and felt the wound on his back. It wasn't deep, but it was enough to draw blood. That alone proved the sword's sharpness was damn strong, if nothing else. Still, it wasn't a lethal blow.

"Well damn!" Freed laughed. "I managed to wound a godslayer! How about that? I was kind of aiming to cut you in half, but I guess you guys are tougher nuts to crack after all." He chuckled and allowed the sword to begin shining again, "Oh well, you know what they say. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again!" With that, he vanished again, moving too quickly for Mike to see.

"Not this time!" Mike grunted, snapping his fingers. Multiple gold spears shot up from the ground in a protective wall. A second later, they clanged and bent from the force Freed swung at with his weapon. He appeared for a split second, scowled, and then drew his sword back before it glowed yet again and he vanished. Mike summoned more spears, hearing them clang from behind as Freed tried to strike once again. Mike knew he couldn't stay still, beginning to move, to try and find some sign where Freed was attacking from. He summoned more spears, hearing them clang and watched them bend as Freed appeared for a moment to free his weapon from the bent gold before dashing off again at high speeds.

"Explains why he called it Excalibur Rapidly," Mike frowned. "The thing's letting him run around at high speeds."

More spears clanged and bent, showing Freed tried another strike. Mike watched it happen and he grinned. He didn't need to activate Heart of Wisdom to be able to tell that Freed was moving too fast for his reflexes to keep up. He was already committed to swinging at Mike by the time the spears came up so there was no way to stop until the blade stopped ad he could start moving again. Freed obviously hadn't spent much time training with the blade and instead just was given it and decided to go on a rampage.

Still, he could work with this.

Gripping his fists, Mike created a perfect circle of spears around him. Ones placed close enough that Freed wouldn't be able to slip through or stab him from a short distance. If the guy was as eager for a kill as he thought, and if he wasn't using scare tactics by attacking the spears first, his next move would be obvious. There was one way past them and given enough time Freed would use it and…

"DEATH FROM ABOVE!"

Mike looked up as Freed began coming down from above with his sword ready to slice him in two, glowing brightly with the magic it possessed.

"Got you!" Mike grinned, lifting his hands up.

"Sweetie! No!" Yura screamed.

Mike moved and timed the attack right, reaching up and…

*THWAP!*

…catching the blade of Excalibur Rapidly as it came down on him.

"HUH?!" Freed cried as he landed, sword still caught by Mike. "Hey! No fair! I was about to cut you!"

"Yeah, too bad," Mike grinned, wrapping his hands around the blade, using the diamond hole as a spot to grip it. Blood dripped from his palms, meaning he'd been cut by his bonehead move. "No more running around for you."

"Oh kiss my ass!" Freed growled, getting the blade to begin to glow, but after a moment, the glow didn't spread to where Mike was holding the sword and soon it died down, "HUH?!"

"Didn't you know? We Campione are pretty much immune to magic. Spells fizzle when they touch our skin and if we hold magic relics, they tend to stop working so long as we hold them. Hold them long enough, and the magic may just never work again."

"You asshole! Let my sword go!" Freed demanded, struggling to pull the sword away from Mike's grasp.

"No," Mike grinned, his aura flaring again, "My sword now!" The ground rumbled and a marble pillar broke out, colliding with Freed's chest and knocking him away with a cry of pain. In the surprise, his hands weren't tight on Excalibur Rapidly, forcing him to let go as he was flung back, crashing through the wall of spears. Mike grinned as he watched Freed hit the ground. He then looked to the sword and twisting it around, holding the handle as he held it up.

"Agh! Oh you bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Freed snarled, pulling out what looked like a hilt which suddenly burst with light as a sword made of it extended from the handle.

"You know, now I'm curious. Normally there'd be no way I'd be able to use this sword on account of my body, but right now I have a way around it," Mike ignored Freed, giving the blade a few test swings. Despite the weird shape, it actually felt quite light and easy to use. "Normally a Campione's skin can't be affected by magic, but get a spell into our mouths or noses and we'll still be affected, albeit to a reduced effect. And this sword, I think it's the kind which the effect you get is by how much magic power you put into it, right? Well, right now my hands are cut open, making an easy way for the sword's power to affect me."

"Bah! Bullshit! Not just anyone can wield that sword! You have to be born to wield it!" Freed laughed. "No way a shitty guy like you can do it!"

"Excalibur is the sword of kings, remember?" Mike grinned. "I'm a king too."

Mike lifted the sword and prepared to use the weapon. He knew a bit of Excalibur, but everyone did. He also knew that to wield Excalibur was to make an oath and he doubted Freed made one. So to use it like he did, you just had to have an overabundance of something the sword looked for in a wielder. But for anyone to use it, they had to prove they were willing to follow what the sword was made to do. That's how the legends went, the wielder having to prove they were worthy of it, not born to wield it. It was a wild guess and likely wouldn't work, but Mike had a gut feeling that using Excalibur wasn't as difficult as the church liked to believe, not when they believed in what Excalibur stood for. So, Mike made his oath, "By the sword of the King of Knights, King Arthur, I hereby pledge fairness to all within my kingdom, to protect the weak who plead for my help in their struggles, and to vanquish evil wherever it may rise up within my borders! With this sword Excalibur, I will become a King of Truth and Justice!"

The sword reacted instantly, the metal flaring with a light not even Freed managed to bring out of it. Yura winced at it, backing away while Freed gaped openly. Mike winced as he felt the power seep into his body through his hands, making for quite the sting, but the magic was taking effect.

"What the fuck is this shit?!" Freed gaped, backing up against a wall.

"I'll tell you," Mike frowned, lifting the weapon higher. "EXCALIBUR…RAPIDLY!"

In less time than it took to blink, Mike was gone from where he was and instead was standing in front of Freed, the sword lowered. Freed blinked, but then began to grin and lift his own blade. Mike didn't seem nervous and suddenly he began to grin. In the next moment, the street gave a horrendous roar as it seemed to explode in close footsteps leading up to Mike's feet, concrete and asphalt launching in all directions, making Yura and Freed yelp in surprise. Once the steps reached Mike, the wall behind freed promptly fell over, sliced cleanly, like a hot knife through butter.

"I think I put too much into it," Mike observed. "I went so fast it took everything a moment to catch up with me. Didn't think that was possible."

"Huh?" Freed blinked.

"Might have to tone it down next time," Mike grinned before he pointed his weapon at Freed. "Now you ought to be catching up to it too."

"Why you-!" Freed scowled, but then gagged as his chest sprayed out a blast of blood in a diagonal line, one which was opposite the angle the wall was cut at. "GACK!"

"I actually slashed twice," Mike confessed as Freed dropped to his knees, gasping in pain. "One was the wall to bleed off the extra power from the strike. The second was weak in comparison, just enough to put a shitty priest like you down. I may kill gods, but they don't really die. Killing people is a little more permanent, and you have information I might want."

"Gah! Fuck…you!" Freed gagged.

"I've got a girlfriend for that," Mike retorted. "Now do I have to stab you a few times or are you going to come quietly?"

"How about…neither!" Freed gasped before something dropped from his sleeve and he threw it at Mike's face, causing it to explode in a flash. It caused both he and Yura to wince and lose their sight for a few moments. After that, their sight returned, but Freed was gone save for some blood pooled in front of the destroyed wall.

"Dammit," Mike grunted, wiping his eyes. "Slippery bastard. Didn't even consider he had an escape route."

"Sweetie, are you okay?" asked Yura, jogging up to his side, wincing as she came closer to the light the sword was giving off, now a dim but secure glow.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little cut up," Mike nodded, cutting off his magic power from the sword, letting it die down completely. "Come on. I need to get patched up and we need to let Sona and Rias know what happened. If Freed's back then he's declaring open season on all Devils."

"Right," Yura agreed. Her disappointment over their not staying in vanished as the seriousness of the situation hit them. "I can't believe he had one of the Excaliburs though. The church has them all locked down tight!"

"Which means this is bigger than Freed and may mean something more," Mike nodded. "Let's go. I need to get to Cornelia and Villetta."

"Right," Yura nodded before the two of them took off running down the street.

Behind them, around a corner and pressed up against the wall was another Kuoh student. Her red hair hung down from the rain and her top was see through thanks to the rain, but she stayed pressed against the wall. Her eyes were widened in shock and fear of what she witnessed, not to mention the impossibility of some of it. She didn't dare move, didn't dare breathe as it went down while she watched. Even when it ended, she was still unsure if it was safe to move. Still, one thought was able to pierce all the fear and confusion.

'What the hell was that?!'

To Be Continued…