Natsuru turns over a new leaf! More Unexpected additions and Hot developments happen at the Hanamura Residence!
About a week had passed since the incident with the Magic Circle crisis. As soon as everyone returned home, they encountered Azazel along the way. Michael was kind of surprised by the way the Governor-General's sudden appearance and how he looked dead serious, but quickly regretted it once the older man poked fun at his declining IQ. Once Azazel got a look at Natsuru, the cause for all of this chaos, he instantly he went along with Shirou to get some questions out of her and her remaining chimera subordinate.
The Devils and the Fallen Angels were able to retrieve their stolen data on the artificial sacred gears and the devil's secret information. Luckily, nothing was taken from the Grigori's database that couldn't be recovered. Virtually, everything that was being taken was placed back without a single megabit of information lost which caught the organization's suspicion.
Taken in for her crimes, Natsuru and Anzu were taken in by Shirou to his master, Seekvaira Agares for questioning and judgement for her past offenses. Her situation would have been really dire had Shirou not spoken out for her with the influence of someone influential enough to sway the mind of the Agares family's Archduke. Though it may have been a steep price to pay, she willingly relied on Shirou to keep her race under good protection.
Not to mention that Azazel, who also had a say in her defense and wanted to be left in charge of her punishment since he is the only active leader residing in Kuoh Town. Including the fact that she would need to be kept under heavy watch after all of the things she had done and after hearing her response to his questions. Now her true punishment was up for him to deal out.
As for the Nekomata Village, each and every denizen was currently being transferred out of the island that Natsuru provided for them. There were still so many of them, and Shirou's benefactor had some issues with a few that tried to hide upon suspicion, yet things were running smoothly as they were safely being cared for.
At night in Kyoto, amongst the bright dazzling buildings was a tall building and within it was a well-organized and decorated office with tons of bookshelves and a very feudal Japanese décor. Standing near a desk was a tall, handsome young man with mid-length, pale-white-colored hair, pale skin, and two different-colored eyes: his left gold, the right blue. His attire was conservative as he wore a black suit, gray under-shirt, and maroon tie.
"So how close are we with transporting the rest of them here?" The handsome man talked through the phone,
"That long? Then things must be progressing faster than I thought." He paused after a moment to hear the other line's response, "Good, I don't want them to be afraid. I want them to know that we're there to help. A few might be shrewd and try to hide, so make sure to sense them first before calmly approaching them. In their eyes, we may still seem imposing to them."
Another pause came and he asked, "If you can, could you tell me how many you were able to find?" He smiled warmly once received his answer, "A majority of over 250? That's wonderful! Once I heard about the Great Nekomata Purge from Magari-san, I thought that running into a single nekomata would be a rare encounter. Now we can bring to them their much needed prosperity and the peace they, so desperately deserved. It's clear to see that listening to my nephew and sticking my nose into the Alliance's affairs was well wor-!"
"Ahem! I'll be taking that!"
"W-Wha!? Kai!" The white haired man gasped once his phone was snatched away by Kai, who unexpectedly appeared from out of nowhere, wearing a jade green, long sleeved tangzhuang shirt and black pants with sandals.
"Ssshhhhhh!"
Plopping down on a couch, Kai shushed the man and began to speak in the phone, "I would like to butt in on this conversation by saying that most of the credit should go to me and only me before anyone decided to put in their two cents."
"Kai, what are you doin-!"
"Shush! Shush! Can't you see that I'm talking on the phone…gosh! Now as I was saying." Kai resumed talking to the other line, "Yes, it was such an amazing plan to transfer the nekomata and restore their race, but the credit should fall upon me. You wanna know why? Well its because it was my student, who was the one who got kidnapped by the young lady responsible for gathering them up in the first place."
"That's irrelevant Shirou was also-!"
"Hm? Oh, no that wasn't Jirou. It was just this rude guy, who can't see that I'm on phone. Ignore him, so back to how it was mostly my contribution in all of this. You remember how I'm the adviser to Sirzechs Lucifer, and the husband to my beloved Sera-chan? You see because of my relations with them, I was able to create a bridge of peace between the youkai and devils acting as somewhat of a representative for it."
Kai gloated and saw the unimpressed look on Jirou's face.
"Kai…" Jirou began.
"And being the representative, who built the bridge it was only because of me that Jirou was able to get involved with that case involving the Kitsune and Nekomata hybrid girl. Making me the main benefactor for all of this." Kai finished with a smile.
"Are you done yet?" Jirou groaned.
"Wait…am I done yet?" Kai spoke through the phone and after a long pause he nodded and handed back the phone, "Yes, I'm done."
"Now before I was interrupted. You'll have to check in with me about the progress lat-" Jirou pinched his temples.
"The line's cut. I ended the call once I took the phone." Kai snickered and lazily laid back against the couch.
Inhaling sharply, Jirou dropped the phone on his desk and groaned, "What do you want, Kai? What reason do you have for breaking in all of a sudden."
"What? Do I need something every time I come to see my best friend, and I'm shocked that you would even think that I would break in! I would never do that!"
"You've already done this months ago, you barged through the entire place without warning anyone about your arrival! You destroyed almost half of the guards here!"
"Ah, wait right there. They were looking for a fight, and I warned them to stop." Kai said.
"No, they warned you to stop, but you responded to their warning by throwing the first punch!" Jirou shouted as Kai shrugged.
"Well, I apologized to them when they were taken to the hospital, so it's not really right to bring up stuff in the past. Besides this time, I decided that it was really rude to just barge in unannounced, so I just notified someone that worked here of my eventual visit." Kai shrugged.
"But I wasn't told of any visit." Jirou raised his eyebrow, "Who did you contact?"
"Oh, I made sure to keep it a secret between me and Walburga-san." Kai smiled.
Jirou grimaced as he glared at Kai.
"Something the matter?" Kai laughed.
"What did you do?"
"Oh, nothing, Foxy!" Kai shrugged then whispered loud enough for Jirou to hear, "Something."
"Then tell me what you did right now because she's really loyal, and would tell me anything unless you told her something really degrading about me." Jirou narrowed his eyes.
"Come on, Snowflake!"
"Kai, how many times have I told you! Don't call me that!" Jirou's once calm demeanor was falling apart once Kai pushed his buttons.
"I didn't tell her anything degrading about you, remember, I'm best friend so have a little confidence in me, okay?" Kai sounded dignified then whispered, "Don't let her get too close to your fox ears."
"I mean, I only told her about the types of wine and fine liquor that you love for dinner." Kai said then whispered, "Don't drink any liquor or liquids that she serves you."
"She allowed me to enter because I asked her to." Kai said truthfully then whispered, "No, she didn't. She wanted some advice about lowering your guard so she could have her way with you."
"Dear god… Why must you make things so hard for me. Yasaka already has an issue with me accepting one mistress. Now she's on me for accepting another and having two at the same time. I'm still getting an earful from her for doing that." Jirou held his cheek in pain after a frightening memory of his past scolding flashed through his mind.
"Whipped…" Kai made a cracking noise.
"I don't know what you mean, and aren't you in the same boat?" Jirou said.
"Of course, but not as much as you." Kai teased,
"You know, Walburga-san really mellowed out after you put a stop to her and her magician faction, the Hexennacht. She's not as dangerous as she was led to be when she attempted to attack Kyoto head on, but you seemed to have handled her pretty well after that fiasco. The Purple-Flamed Witch of the Hexennacht has finally been vanquished."
Rubbing his forehead, Jirou sweatdropped, "She's not as vile as she was before, yes, but it still didn't improve anything dealing with her sadomasochism problem. I didn't expect for her to turn out like this, but things ended up this way once I decimated her forces and placed a heavy penance of serving me and Kyoto to own up for her crimes."
"Hey, you brought this on yourself. If you wanted to save yourself the trouble, you could have downright imprisoned her or do what most of your predecessors did. Kill the threat that could have destroyed Kyoto."
"I can't be like you and see things so simple. If I had killed Walburga, then it would have made her a martyr to her mage subordinates. Rallying them to attempt again and again to bring down Kyoto. Only more bloodshed and violence would ensue, it wouldn't matter if one side won, more lives would be lost. So taking this route seemed to be very beneficial, sentencing her to act as my servant and another protector of Kyoto brought out more good than bad. Her forces, well, at least the few who were truly loyal towards her, actually joined once she happily submitted herself to me."
Walking back to his desk and sitting in his seat, Jirou looked straight at Kai, "Most of those mages have made wonderful families within my kingdom, so dealing with Walburga's tendencies is a fine price to pay for all of this peace."
"The job of a Fox King is never one to be trifled with. Always thinking ahead for the future is something no ordinary person would be able to conceive. Chi! But you're the only one giving yourself a hard time, y'know."
"Coming from the lazy and mischievous Monkey King, I don't want to hear that from you of all people. My position as a Youkai King actually gives me something you can't fathom. Responsibility. I have to take on the burdens of not only my family, but also be the great support beam to the Youkai race." Jirou said as he crossed his arms and leaned back on his seat.
"Responsibility? You are right, it doesn't sound like me at all. Its stressful and it holds you back from moving as freely as you want. Being Fox King may have its perks, but the work and stress you go through really is a real pain." Kai laid back and started to scratch his nose, "Being Sera-chan's Queen has its perks. As a Maou adviser, I get to basically put in my own opinion and support the Devil King that I work with. Anything more than that is up to me, I get the most freedom I want."
"If you're not responsible then how come you have two kids that you barely see as much?" Jirou caught Kai's curious glance and sighed, "Katerea-san told me so that I can try to smack some sense into you should I run into you."
Sitting up, Kai smiled, "When I have either Shura or Agnes with me, I'm very responsible and cautious with them around. They're my offspring, so I try to be as gentle as I can with them." Kai explained, "I just can't watch over them as much as the others want me to. I'm too busy."
"Busy? This coming from the man who told me that he gets the most freedom than any other devil in the underworld." Jirou tapped his fingers on the desk.
"I may be doing what I want, but it's still me being busy. It may be selfish of me, but I am a devil. I want to fulfill all of my desires, no, right now it should be considered a dream. What I seek for isn't at arm's length, I still have a long way to go." Kai looked at the palm of his arm with a battle maniac crazed smile.
"The old devil excuse… Before it just used to be you using over the top excuses, but now you've actually found a permanent excuse while you're like this." Jirou shook his head in disappointment.
"I know right!"
"Ugh, and what do you mean long way to go? We've already reached this higher standing in power and yet, you want to go beyond that? Wasn't killing the Jade Emperor enough for you anymore?" Jirou sweatdropped.
"That was centuries ago. If I ever became satisfied with that, then I wouldn't know what to do with myself. After fighting a once in a lifetime fight against a high caliber God, I figured out that afterwards, any other beings wouldn't amount to that struggle I felt during that fight. The hardship. The stakes." Kai said with a reminiscent tone.
"Of course there were high stakes, the Jade Emperor led the Chinese Gods to influence the world after the Christian God had died, and tried take over it." Jirou brought up the wretched battle, right after the biblical God died many mythologies had tried to worm their way into being the top power, and the first ones to do that was the Chinese mythology led by the Jade Emperor and a legion of Eastern Gods.
"Exactly. Those kind of fights really exhilarated me, but now when another God brave enough to try that pops out, the feeling just isn't the same anymore, which is why I'm 'busy' hoping to attain what I seek most." Kai said and whirled his staff around, "Now you know exactly why I can't always watch my lovely kids. It's because of my responsibility it has two sides that I always like to use at times."
"Two sided responsibility, eh? Then explain to me why you've started to observe your little brother." Jirou brought along another topic to discuss.
"Half-brother." Kai corrected.
"You both share the same blood, so I see no difference. So how is he? He must have really grown over the years, you haven't really been filling me in since the first time you revealed him to me. Let's see… You told me that his name was Aeron; I presume?"
"His new name is Michael Hanamura and he's currently 17 years old. I've been teaching him as his Martial Arts Master." Kai stopped to wipe his staff clean, "I mostly leave him to figure things out for himself after I just showed him the basics. He'll learn faster that way."
"So how did Sirzechs-san and the others take the news when you finally had to reveal it to them?" Jirou asked.
"Well, besides you and the Old Crow knowing the truth before the others. Everyone was really surprised at first. They didn't know how to take the news, but they've come to accept it." Kai shrugged, "Shura and Agnes are the only ones, who don't really know the full truth yet, so keep it a secret as always."
"You have a plan for explaining their secret uncle to them in the future?"
"Of course, but it's too early for that. I'll wait until the time is right for that." Kai said.
"Care to explain why you're keeping your distance from him even though you're related by blood?"
Kai scratched his head and sighed, "Michael-san is old enough to figure things out for himself, he doesn't need me to hold his hand, my role is to simply observe him with a neutral standing. Rather than coddle him like a child, my role as his master takes full precedence, he has to see and learn about the world through his own views, not my own."
Jirou looked at Kai completely gobsmacked and gasped, "Responsibility? Who are you and what did you do to Kai? He's never this serious about anything!"
Sitting up and wearing an annoying smile, Kai laughed, "Very funny, Snowflake. Now let's stop with my own personal life and get back to the original topic at hand. Do you remember the younger sister from that pair of nekomata, who were turned into devils?"
"Yes, I believe you took in the young poor thing after the older sister killed their master." Jirou rubbed his chin, "A while after that, you requested to give her to Sirzechs' younger sister, Rias Gremory."
"Bingo! The very same one. A couple of days ago, I just received word that she finally used senjutsu."
"That's wonderful. Her scars are starting to finally heal, but…" Jirou paused.
"If something were to cut the already healing wound then it would leave a bigger scar too hard to heal, right? This wouldn't be an issue if the sister had stayed then go on the run, I could have handled the crime she committed, but running off just made things worse. Now she's an A-Class Criminal who can't be so easily forgiven." Kai shrugged nonchalantly like he didn't care anymore.
"That is troublesome, but she hasn't been caught yet. So we can only assume that she's either laying low in the real world, or it could be heavily implied that she's joined up with a group that accepts criminals into their rankings." Jirou deduced.
"Oh, please. Tell me a single person, who wouldn't a Sage Art wielding cat into their team. It's basically like saying every team never needs a White Mage to be their support." Kai tapped his staff against his shoulder, "Either way, we don't know and we shouldn't care until she's actually shown any activity. Besides, I'm more interested in that Kitsune and Nekomata girl it looks like you gave the Old Crow custody of her punishment, why?"
Leaning back in his chair, Jirou exhaled hoarsely and said, "She was in the Kuoh Town vicinity when all of this trouble started, so it seemed right for them to handle things the way they want. My nephew requested that she stay, and I would personally jump at the chance of having my own people in an area that I can safely guard them in, but her crimes are too steep to ignore. She does have to pay for them and I don't condone such heinous acts of felonies."
"I see…" Kai thought hard and long about it before and idea came to his head as he smirked, "So she'll be staying in Kuoh town then…fascinating."
"What are you hatching in that terrifying brain of yours?" Jirou glared at the Half-monkey youkai.
"Nothing~!" Kai excitedly stood up, "I did come here for a reason while I take a break from my mission."
"Oh, no…what is it you want?" Jirou groaned.
"Actually it's a request, but I want you to do a few things for me." Kai held up 3 fingers.
"Oh my god…" Jirou dreaded the outcomes, but the sound of knocking broke their conversation, "Yes, come in."
Pushing open the two large doors was a beautiful young lady who looked to be in her early 20's. Her skin was fair and had a light porcelain touch to it, short and luxuriously blonde hair adorned with black ribbons, her eyes were a deep shade of violet which failed to hide that 'dangerous' look they had. Her body was lithe and curvaceous in an appealing figure along with her moderate bust which was really extenuated in her gothic maid dress with a matching headpiece.
"Why hello there, Walburga-san." Kai waved to her.
"Good evening, Jirou-sama and Kai-sama." She carted in a variety of wines and foods near Jirou's desk.
"Walburga, what is this?" Jirou asked suspiciously, he already knew of the ploy Kai set up with her and approached her cautiously.
"It's quite close to dinner and I didn't want to keep you waiting so I had the chefs make you your dinner quite early, Jirou-sama." Walburga's beautiful smile hid an obvious scary intention behind it.
"A-Actually, Walburga, I-I-!" Jirou began.
"Are you displeased with this Jirou-sama? I can come back with something that will probably suit your tastes better." At that moment, Jirou noticed the terrifying glint in her eyes. She already knew of his awareness of her current ploy to lower his guard and wasn't going to give up until he tripped up.
Seeing no other way around it, Jirou said, "No, thank you. The palette that you brought me looks quite delicious. You may go now."
"As you wish, Jirou-sama." Walburga bowed her head and a small sadistic smile crept on her face before she turned to leave. But as she passed right by Kai she winked at him as he gave a her a subtle thumbs up in response.
When the door closes, Jirou began to take a plate of food.
"You're not really going to eat it are you?" Kai asked.
"Hell no." Jirou began throwing the food away, "It's such a waste, but I can't eat this stuff now that she's aware of all of my weak points. Probably have to deal with this until I actually put my foot down. By the way thanks for all of this." Jirou said, sarcastically.
"You're welcome." Kai cheerfully laughed as Jirou groaned.
"Slipping up will screw me over, so I'll have to be vigilant." Jirou said, "If I do get swept up in her pace, then it will be all over for me."
"So it will be terrible if she takes advantage of you?"
"No, it will actually feel good." Jirou said with a complex expression, "All I know is that Yasaka will kill me if I admitted that to her."
"Then you actually enjoy it?" Kai raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, Walburga may have her quirks, but she still is a beautiful young lady that I would enjoy to be with, too." Jirou confessed.
"Ohohohoho!" Kai gave a hearty laugh.
"What?" Jirou questioned.
"Nothing, just surprised that you didn't see this coming…" Kai pulled out a tape recorder and watched in delight when Jirou's eyes bugged out.
"And they call you the "Smartest Man in the world." Kai pressed a few buttons and played the recorder.
[Its…such a waste, but…Walburga…is a beautiful young lady that I would enjoy to…screw…over.]
Jirou's face paled up as Kai joyfully shook the recorder, "It would be a shame if Yasaka heard this direct confession. Probably be cooked to a crisp by her fox fire. It was nice knowing you~!"
"No…! Erase that!" Jirou said with a strained toned and reached for the recorder, but Kai pulled it away from his reach.
"Now Jirou, we've been through this old song and dance many times in the past. So why don't you just agree to my requests before I state them to you." Kai smirked as he was flat out blackmailing his friend.
"You're insane!"
"Actually I'm a devil but same thing." Kai shrugged.
"Those terms are absolutely horri-!"
[Walburga…is...a…very…delicious…beautiful young lady…that…I would…eat.]
"Okay! Okay, I'll agree to the requests! Just be cool!" Jirou panicked.
"Good. My first request is that you have to train this kid that I personally recommended to you, he's very bright, but lacks the necessary skills to use his smarts effectively. My second request involves Shirou, he's your nephew and now he owes you for helping that Nekomata/Kitsune hybrid girl. Take him along with you to help train the kid, Shirou's experienced with his Dragon-type sacred gear will cause an exponential growth shown within the kid."
Looking surprised then pissed, Jirou growled, "Is that it? Are you fucking serious!?"
"Whoa! Language…" Kai wagged his finger at Jirou.
"Why even bother to black mail me! I would have agreed to those terms without it being held against my will! Right now you're basically playing with my life, you bastard!"
"Now I could take the easy route and say that it was more funnier that way, but…the actual reason I'm doing this is because." Flicking a card between two fingers, Kai shows a picture of his half angel and half youkai hybrid daughter, Agnes holding a beach ball while looking over her shoulder.
"I want you to say that my daughter is cuter than yours."
"*HACK!* *COUGH!*" Jirou spewed a mouthful of blood on the spot and starting biting his lip in frustration, "You bastard, you'd stoop so low?"
"I'm not hearing a yes~!" Kai shook the recorder.
"Never! I would never betray my trust in my favorite girl in the world!" Jirou proclaimed.
"So Yasaka isn't your favorite girl then?" Kai arched an eyebrow.
"Not the point! Kunou is my darling little fox princess! I can never allow myself to call your daughter cuter than her because Kunou trumps Agnes in terms of adorableness!"
"Adorableness!? Are you frigging kidding! Look at her and look at these!" Kai decided to put away the tape recorder and pull out his wallet where he kept a multitude of Agnes pictures for Jirou to see, "How can Kunou compete with this. My little angel can beat your daughter any day especially in a fight!"
"Pfft! Why would my precious little dumpling need to do that? Her sheer innocence would help her win any fight!" Slamming down on his desk, Jirou pulled out a large portrait of young girl with golden, blonde hair tied in a ponytail and matching eyes, she also has nine golden fox tails and matching ears. Her attire consisted of a cute pink yukata as she held within her arms a giant teddy bear.
"Do you not see my cute Agnes? She is the pinnacle of innocence, for Maou's sake, she is a literal angel!"
"Half of one, and the other half is sadly you, Kai."
"Oh, you do not want to go there with me, Snowflake! At least for Agnes, I can tell I actually put in half of the work with making her. Kunou may be your daughter, but the only person I see when I look at her is just Yasaka-san not you. Probably her genes being so powerful that they forcibly turn yours recessive!" Kai had a good laugh at Jirou.
"That's it, I'll kill you with cuteness by using all of Kunou's baby pictures to prove she's cuter!"
"Not if Agnes' adorable and innocent charm kills me from all of her excess cuteness first!"
Both men pulled out baby pictures from out the woodwork without any end in sight as they were covered in the flames only known to be emitted by High class Doing Fathers. Their battle would last about 9 hours before Kai tape recorded and rearranged Jirou's words to fit his need making it his total victory as the loser wept in the corner while bleeding from his ears after hearing those forbidden words.
"Will that be all?" Grabbing two menus, Kiba who wore a waiter's uniform stood between Michael and Rias' table.
"Yes, thank you."
"Yeah."
Both Michael and Rias nodded as Kiba bowed to them respectfully.
"Wait one moment. I shall return with your drinks." Kiba gracefully left inside the kitchen and
"Now this is a delightful change of pace, isn't it?" Rias comfortably smiled on her side of the table of two with Michael.
"Definitely, it's a whole lot better than getting attacked by cat monsters." Michael reclined back in his seat and crossed his arms, "And a whole lot homelier, too."
Doing their first date over after what transpired in the last weeks, they found that taking their date to a more comfortable environment in the Hanamura Residence would be a safer solution with less interruptions. The idea of going through a second 'first' date was the idea of their friends, who even volunteered to help, so that they could focus more on enjoying themselves.
"It was sure nice of everyone to help recreate this moment for us. It's refreshing." Ria propped her head up with her hand, "Plus, it washes out the bad taste the first try had."
"Well, the kidnappings and the monsters aside. I don't think it was a total bust, I still had fun with you there and you looked to have a great time, too. At least up until the Ferris wheel part." Michael's joking around earned a small laugh from Rias, "Besides, like you said, just being with you, my girlfriend, is just enough for me to really enjoy myself."
Remembering the saddening sight of Michael being taken from her, Rias solemnly said, "Michael, forgive me for being too weak."
Scratching his head and tiredly groaning, Michael looked a little bothered by the apology, "Rias, look, you don't have to keep apologize to me. You've been doing it these past few days, its fine. Everything is back to normal."
'Or as normal as things will ever get for devils that is.' Michael sweatdropped.
"Everything may be fine now, but the frustration of losing you because of my weakness to do nothing to prevent it was just so heavy to bear. I was pathetic while trying to recover…I'm supposed to be a King but such a crippling loss broke my spirit." Rias' hand began to shake on the table until the warmth of Michael's hand gently touched it.
"Don't sell yourself short. You may have lost, but you stood back up and came to rescue us like I knew you would. I never doubted you. Even if you did lose, I knew you wouldn't allow just anyone to take your friends away and the way you came in all confident to help really lifted my spirits."
Michael wrapped his hand around her's and smiled, "And look on the bright side, you turned out the same, but only stronger than before. Still being the strong and confident, Rias that I love."
A slight blush grew on her cheeks, Rias was a little speechless when Michael said that from out of the blue. It gave her a quite delighted feeling but the shock was still pretty much apparent. Even he was a little embarrassed by how he acted, and tried coughing to fix his composure,
"So don't apologize anymore, you returning to your normal self is just enough for me." Michael continued coughing, but it didn't help his flustering in the slightest.
Rias smiled joyfully as she grasped onto Michael's hand even tighter, "Okay then, thank you, Michael. You've really fixed my mood."
Perking up, he looked her in the eyes and quietly chuckles, "Anytime."
The two just continued to enjoy their companionable silence as they kept their eyes on one another without looking away. Just a single glance was enough for them to communicate with each other.
"Excuse me~!" A sweet, but dangerous voice sang disturbing their passionate silence.
'I sense a disturbance in the force…' Michael was startled by the towering appearance of Raynare, who wore the cutest of smiles which belied the devilish aura that flowed from out her body. Like the others, she was helping with their date so she wore a café maid dress to fit the setting for their date, but through subtle hints it was obvious that she wasn't too thrilled about it.
"I hope you two have been enjoying yourselves. Here!" Raynare placed to bowls of ice cream for each of them with different colors of syrup written in words for each of them, "Something sweet to whet your appetites."
"Why thank you." Rias looked at her ice cream and read what was written, "The Kanji is written in red and it says 'Great Fortune' that's really nice."
"That means your luck might start getting better. It may not be accurate but it may work on rare occasions." Raynare clapped her hands and explained to Rias.
"That's so sweet! I wonder what mine says!" Michael's smile slowly drops when he saw the black syrupy words on his ice cream. It was disturbing as it said 'Hex' and 'Grand Misfortune'.
Slowly looking at Raynare, Michael looked disturbed and rubbed his neck, "I suddenly don't feel hungry anymore."
"Now why so scared, Michael-sama, I really poured great effort into writing all of that for you. So why don't you eat it first before you judge it." Raynare approached him with her cute smile slowly becoming forced.
"I know, but I kind of want to save my hunger for the meal, y'know." Michael looked away in fright.
Taking the spoon and slowly mixing the syrup into the ice cream, Raynare's cold eyes looked deeply into Michael's, "But why don't you at least try one bite? It's all I'm asking for."
"Sure, but maybe I can try it out later?"
"No. Eat. It. NOW." Raynare forced the words out rather coldly as she gave the spoon to Michael.
"O-Okay…" Slowly breaking down, Michael took a spoonful of it into his mouth before swallowing it, the flavor was too good, but the bad omen it gave really plagued his mind as he continued to shamefully eat the cursed ice cream.
"So how is it, Michael-sama?" Raynare watched from his side with her growing smirk.
"I-It's delicious…" Michael mumbled through his tears.
"Michael, are you crying?" Rias asked with a concerned frown.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Rias-san. Michael-sama just can't get over how sweet the ice cream tastes. It's overwhelming him to tears isn't that right, Michael-sama?"
"Ye-hess…!" Michael cried as he felt the strong pressure Raynare's thumb had on his cheek.
"See? I'll be taking my leave now. Enjoy your desserts." Raynare bowed and walked back into the kitchen. In secret, she licked the tears that she wiped off Michael's cheek.
'I can tell she's still a little hung up about this…' Michael slowly ate the ice cream out of fear, 'I should probably do something to cheer her up later.'
"If you don't like the taste of that one, you can have mine."
Seeing the sullen boy eat the ice cream, Rias pushed her own dessert forward and offered it to Michael. His eyes widening, Michael saw he pattern that his sulking was initiating. Giving Rias the cursed ice cream was way worse than him eating it himself.
"Don't worry about it, Rias. I don't want to take your ice cream from you so enjoy." Michael declined the offer with a loud gulp.
"But I can't really enjoy myself if you look that unsatisfied. So, if you don't want to have it, maybe you'd like to share it with me. If that's what you want?"
Looking at the offer and his own bowl of cursed ice cream, Michael made the obvious choice, "Thank you…"
It wasn't that hard to put aside his own bowl to have some of Rias' with her. It really excited him since he would get to share a dessert with Rias again. Taking a spoonful of the ice cream in his mouth had him doubling over in satisfaction, the taste and even the flavor was light and unpredictably sweet with no hints of distasteful curses of ill intent.
"Uooooh! This tastes so GOOD!" The taste was so good that he just continued shoveling more of the frozen treat into his mouth. Catching sight of how much he was eating at once, Rias stopped eating her share and sweatdropped,
"I'm glad you like it, but if you eat so much at once won't you get a-?"
"Gagh!" After taking one more bite, Michael dropped his spoon and clutched his head in pain, "Brain freeze! Agh! Why can't I escape this torture!" Putting a finger to his temple the cold panging of the ice cream induced brain freeze. One way or another it wasn't Michael's day at all.
"Eating too much of a good thing can end up being bad for you." Rias bitterly smiled as she watched Michael squirm around in pain.
After his unsettling ice cream headache subsided, both were met with more help from their friends. Michael was at first a little unsettled, but relieved when the three that came out were less bitter than Raynare.
"Here are your drinks."
"Enjoy."
Xenovia and Asia placed their cups down on the table and bowed. They were dressed up in their own cute, café maid uniforms just like Raynare.
"How nice, thanks you two." Rias gave them her thanks as both girls bowed their heads.
"Your meals will be arriving shortly." Asia graciously bowed her head.
"I hope you enjoy yourselves tonight." Xenovia bowed her head too, but with a little difficult when trying to copy Asia's more graceful bow.
"I can't wait to eat, I'm starving!" Michael held his stomach in hunger before he noticed someone coming towards the table, "Huh?"
"Koneko?" Walking past both Xenovia and Asia, Koneko, who was in her own café maid uniform placed a plate of cake on Michael's side of the table. A little surprised by this, Michael smiled, "Cake, too? Thanks, Koneko-chan…wait, what are you…"
"Excuse me…"
Michael hesitated to grab the cake once Koneko climbed onto him and sat on his lap. She reached out to grab a fork and then began to eat her piece of cake while everyone had their eyes on her. Rias was a little shocked, but simply sighed as Xenovia simply observed and looked a little intrigued by Koneko's forwardness while Asia was watching with envy as Koneko comfortably sat on Michael's lap.
As for Michael, his reaction to this was, "You want to sit on my lap again and eat your cake, Koneko-chan?"
The quiet girl looked back and nodded.
"Okay, sure, unless, its okay with you, Rias." It was their date and having Koneko join would obviously change the original pace the date was going on.
Michael honestly didn't mind Koneko's presence at all. After the incident, Koneko had become much more affectionate towards him. Sure, she would do her usual jabs and insults, but they weren't as harsh anymore unless he really did something stupid. She began to show emotions and a new soft side of herself when around Michael such as claiming his lap as her new favorite seat and asking Michael to spoil her more by praising her and patting her head more.
Thanks to knowing the full truth about her originally being a Nekomata, Michael could actually see how she would almost resemble a cat with the way she's been showing so much affection towards him lately.
Rias was a little hesitant but after noticing the current change in Koneko's behavior as of lately she sighed and wore a bitter smile, "I don't really mind."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, the extra company could really lighten the mood." Rias smiled.
"Welp it looks like it's okay this time, Koneko-chan." Michael chuckled and felt that things would get easier from there, frankly it wasn't.
"Auuu…"
"Huh?"
'Oh, shoot that's right…' Michael sweatdropped when he looked at Asia whose past resolve to be helping their date slowly crumbled away after seeing Koneko take her place upon his lap.
"I-I want to sit on Michael-san's lap, too." Asia cried.
"Don't be sad, Asia. H-Hey, how about I let you sit on my lap any time you want to?" Michael quickly tried to do some damage control before.
*PULL!*
"Ow! Ouch! Why!?" Michael cried at Koneko who pinched his thigh in annoyance.
"…This is MY favorite seat. Only I and sometimes Buchou may sit upon this place. It's the only seat where I can find true sanctuary." Like a cat protecting her territory, Koneko wore the most serious of expressions that really meant business.
'Why are things getting intense, it's just my lap... I know I'm great and all, but I don't see the point about why she's so serious about it.' Michael sweatdropped then turned to Asia who was now pouting, 'And now things are going to get violent…'
"T-That's no fair, Koneko-san. I want to sit on Michael's lap, too. It's not fair to hog it all to yourself…" Asia's eyes began to get all teary as she cried, things would have escalated if it weren't for Xenovia finally speaking up.
"Asia, wait."
"Xenovia-san?" Asia was slowly led a couple of feet away by Xenovia who began to talk softly so that no one else would heal.
"We should just continue to wait and watch until a free opening shows itself, we can't be too careless to try anything with so few advantages." Xenovia crossed her arms under chest, the way she talked was that of a strategist watching the moves of her opponents quite closely.
"I really want to give Michael-san and Buchou a better date than before, b-but…" Asia takes a few regretful looks back at Michael with Koneko on his lap, "It's becoming too much to endure."
"I understand what you're getting at, but with this chance to just watch the others, we're learning more about possible chances. By staying to the side for a while, we learned that there are some ways to get closer to Michael when Buchou's with him. Making the time, we have to steadily raise our opportunities." Xenovia cleverly laid out her plan for Asia.
"Amazing, Xenovia-san, you were able to catch something incredible like that?" Asia's eyes shimmered out of amazement as Xenovia started o relay more of her plan to Asia.
"Yeah. It's tough, but staying low like this can give us the chance we need to know more about our adversaries and the ways they leave themselves open, so we can go in and deal a powerful blow that will put us at a higher playing field than them."
"I understand, then let's continue to wait them."
"Patience is a virtue. We'll bide our time when the time is right."
Huddled together both Xenovia and Asia nodded in agreement as they further discussed their plans through. Too bad they were whispering a little too loud to not keep it away from the ears of those around them.
"So you could think of an elaborate plan like that, but you can't use any attacks that aren't just power based?" Michael groaned.
"Oi! You two better be careful! Hey! Hey! Stop running!" A grumpy voice hollered behind the kitchen doors.
Pushing open the doors that lead to the kitchen were two carts holding various dishes. Pushing those carts were both Gasper and surprisingly Makoto who were dressed in their own waiter attire. The two were engaged in a race to make it towards the table first before the other. Everyone prepped themselves for the worst as both 1st year students skidded to a stop before they could hit the table and introduced tonight's meal.
Both were out of breath but still tried to present the meal as they tiredly posed, "Y-Your *WHEEZE!* dishes are ready...*COUGH!* *SIGH!*"
"Nice hustle you two, I never thought that either of you could run that fast." Michael complimented the boys and saw their face brighten up at the praise, "Now we can eat."
"W-Wait," Gasper cried out before Michael grab their meals.
"What's up?"
"W-Which one of u-us brought your meals to you first?" Makoto nervously exclaimed as he and Gasper glanced at one another with serious stare before focusing back on Michael.
"I don't know, you two were going pretty fast. I didn't know I had to supervise a race. So, can't you just let it go as a tie this time?" Michael shrugged.
"N-No!" Gasper's scream caught Michael off guard, "Michael-nii, I won't stand for a tie this time."
Michael wanted to give the same answer over again but Makoto interrupted him,
"Gasper-kun's right, Michael-senpai. I want to know who's the better one among us this time."
Getting forced to answer, Michael looked to the others for help, but they just gave him bitter smiles in return. They were getting used to Gasper and Makoto's competitive nature after things smoothed over. Unlike Natsuru, Makoto wasn't part of her scheme and remained innocent. After the final verdict for Natsuru was decided, he was joyous to see his sister finally back to stay with him. His mood was also cheery than before and he's been a frequent visitor to the Hanamura Residence, but that's where the competitive nature stems from. Because of Makoto hanging out more frequently with Michael, he's been hogging some of the time that Gasper usually does stuff with Michael like playing video games or watching internet videos.
So being more forceful in his approach, Gasper grabbed Michael's attention away from Makoto, who felt the same way like Gasper did before. Soon enough they were vying for the attention of their senior for every little thing through tests of contests while Michael was forced to decide a winner despite the boys basically being on par with one another.
'They aren't budging, so who do I pick?' Michael thought with Koneko getting off his lap to get the plates, 'Lately it's been a hassle. I'm glad that Gasper and Makoto are getting along, but this is starting to look ridiculous. Screw it, I'll just make a guess.'
"I guess the winner I saw was…"
"…I win." Koneko finished setting up the dishes and bowed to both Michael and Rias.
"Eh!?"
"W-Why you?"
"Thank Maou! I mean Koneko is the winner!" Michael cheered.
The looks on both boy's faces turned shocked.
"The winner would be the person who brought their meals to them. Just like you said, Gya-kun." Koneko sneakily claimed her victory.
"B-But you didn't race us, Koneko-san?" Makoto whimpered.
"I brought the food to the table, first. I win, deal with it." Koneko went back to sitting on Michael's lap like a boss.
"She is technically right." Rias said proudly after seeing her clever Rook bend the rules which gladly caused less strain on Michael.
"B-But…Michael-senpai…"
"Michael-nii…"
Both 1st years expectantly looked to Michael.
"Wow! Would you look at this spread, let's eat!" Michael began eating his plate of food while both boys dropped their heads in defeat while Koneko simply continued to eat her cake while giving them the peace sign to yet again glorify her victory over her agemates.
Everyone waited patiently while they watched Michael and Rias enjoy the meal and their time together. It was a little awkward because of Koneko sitting on Michael's lap the whole, but it still was a fun date. The food was beyond compare as they tried two dishes at once before finishing it.
"That was a wonderful meal." Rias said in delight.
"I know it was really good and filling too. I wonder if I can get seconds for myself later." Michael patted his stomach.
*SLAM!*
"No secon-bugh!"
*SLAM!*
Kicking open the kitchen door, Shirou was met with the door slamming back in his face before pushing it open the correct way to growl, "Forget you saw that!"
"…No." Koneko said.
"No one gets their seconds until we finally decide something!" Shirou angrily marches towards the table.
The first thing Michael noticed and talked about was the hat that Shirou was wearing, "Is that a chef's hat?"
"Yeah, I like to wear it while I cook? What about it?" Shirou asked.
"Can I wear it?"
"No, now you guys know that me and-!"
"Why can't I wear it?" Michael raised his hand.
"Because I said so."
"So…can I wear it now?"
"No…" Shirou groaned.
"Why?"
"Because I said SO."
"So I can wear it?" Michael looked hopeful.
"No!"
"But why?"
"Because! Ugh! You wanna know why, then I'll tell you why! Because this hat is for chefs and I am a master cooker therefore by that logic I'm a chef. Are you a chef?"
"…" Michael opened his mouth to answer.
"Don't answer that!" Michael slowly closed his mouth.
"As a chef, I'm the only one who can wear this hat! Me! Not you! Me! Do you get it now? You can NEVER wear this hat!" Shirou angrily flicked Michael's head.
Tilting his head to the side, Michael grinned, "Why?"
"Gaaaaargh!" Shirou was about to strangle Michael until Akeno stepped into the room.
"Ufufu, now lets not get ahead of ourselves. We still have this matter to decide after all, Shirou-kun." Akeno giggled, walking in and wearing an apron.
"Fine…" Shirou growled and looked away.
"Hah! You got scolded by Akeno-senp-!"
*SMACK!*
"Ouch! The heck was that for?"
"Because…I felt like it…" Shirou walked over to Akeno's side to face the table.
"Now what are your thoughts about the dishes that we made for you two?" Shirou sighed.
"They were delicious."
"To be honest, I'd go back in time and kill my past self, so that I can eat the meal for a second time. I mean unless we're allowed to get seconds. In which case, this was a very good meal." Michael sounded deadly serious before giving a thumbs up.
"Good to head. Good to hear." Shirou nodded while he and Akeno gave serious glances at one another.
"Did you two notice the numbers on the dishes we labeled?"
"Oh, yeah…a One and a two." Rias checked both the dishes.
"Exactly and each number signifies our individual dishes. I'm number one." Shirou said.
"And my number is number two which is just used to mark my dish not my ranking as a chef." Akeno made a snide remark which earned Shirou's ire,
"Don't go thinking you've won yet, Akeno. This is a new day and a new chance for your cooking to get tossed aside for mine."
"I'm quite confident that my cooking will get me far better results than last time."
"Only if your results were better than mine that is." Shirou growled.
Both [Queens] were interlocked in a fierce battle of wills as their furious auras clashed.
"Akeno-senpai looks deadly serious." Michael gulped.
"Well, of course, she is Shirou's rival Queen after all." Rias smiled.
"Rival?" Michael never imagined that Akeno was in a competitive streak with Shirou.
"That's right. Shirou's a top chef, one of the finest that the Seekvaira has in her peerage. Along with Akeno's top notch cooking they were destined to be rivals in the culinary arts." Michael was almost taken by how Rias dramatically announced that.
"A food wars rivalry…how epic…" Michael said to himself, "But at first, I found it strange that Shirou could cook because it was so…"
"Unexpected?" Rias giggled.
"That's the word." Michael chuckled.
Finally turning their attention towards their judges, Shirou eagerly asked, "To get to the point, we're just curious about settling this argument. Which cooking is better, her's or mine?"
"Can we have some time to decide this?" Rias asked.
"Sure, take as much time as you need." Shirou nodded.
"Thank you."
Scooting their seats closer, Michael and Rias began whispering each other for a couple seconds before turning back to face the pair of chefs,
"Okay, we've made a decision." Michael said.
"Good. Now be honest and tell us what your favorite dish was. Don't worry this is a criticism free zone." Shirou calmly admitted.
"I liked dish two better than dish one." Michael grinned.
"One point for me~!" Akeno giggled and held up one finger.
"Well, your opinion is shit! Michael's FORBIDDEN from casting a vote!" Shirou growled.
"What the hell? I thought you said this was a criticism free zone?" Michael gasped.
"Your opinion is biased! You're probably mad that I'm not letting you wear my chef's hat." Shirou pointed at the hat, "Now Rias-sama. Tell us which dish is the better o-!"
"Dish two." Rias nonchalantly answered.
"What the bleeding hell!? No! Not you, too, why?" Shirou screamed in rage as he covered his face with his hands.
"My point is the same one Michael made while we discussed it. Akeno's dish suited both of our personal standards. Your dish was finely made and delicious, but it still lacked our own preferences." Rias gestured to Michael.
"Wait, you were serious? Is that the reason?" Shirou turned to Michael, who looked miffed.
"Dude, I'm honored that you thought I was pulling a fast one on you, but: A) I'm shocked that you think I'd let you catch on to one of my schemes to mess you up, and B) That I'd lie about the types of food that I like!" Michael breathed heavily after letting all of that off his chest.
"How the hell was I supposed to know both of your preferences for a meal? It's not fair, Akeno lives with you, so of course, she'll know, but what about me?"" Shirou looked mortified as he looked at the couple give him blank stares.
"You could have asked us?"
\They're right you know?/
Shirou slowly looked away with a neutral expression that masked his self-loathing and the built-up anger that came from Akeno's sudden smile popping up in front of his face.
"I guess you made the wrong decision in how to handle the battlefield of your opponent to your advantage. But don't worry since I'm already at the top, I have nowhere else to go so keep trying to climb up to my level and I'd be glad to challenge you again, Second Place-kun."
Those words literally started the engine that was Shirou's rage.
"Hey, Mike. Do you still want this hat?" Shirou took of the hat and gave it to Michael, strangely in a calm fashion.
"Wow, I thought you were going to spiral out of control and destroy the place, but I guess you're being the big man. Thanks, Shi-rou." Michael made a quick jab at Shirou before putting the chef hat on, "Yes…another item almost crossed off my bucket list. Now all I need is a spatula and a grill."
"Yeah, oh my gosh. Michael, do you want to know what I want in return?" Shirou gasped.
"What?"
*SMACK!*
"*GASP!* Chef Hat! Miho!"
Shirou slapped the hat off Michael's head and shouted in his face, "Seeing how you feel when your expectations are crushed right in front of your eyes!"
"NOOOOO! Someone protect the hat!" Michael screamed in panic, but it was too late. Shirou was already stomping the hat, ruining its shape and dirtying it with his shoes.
"WHYYY!?" Michael literally cried once Shirou finished desecrating the hat.
"Ahem!" Shirou's coughing caught everyone's attention once he walked towards the table.
*SMACK!* *SMACK!* *BANG!* *THUD!*
Tapping his elbow, Shirou drove it into the table and split it in half before walking off angrily and saying, "I'm gonna go pack my things, enjoy the rest of your date. I'm serious, enjoy yourself, Rias-sama, you deserve it even…this punk." Shirou said sincerely as he walked towards the exit.
"Thank you, Shirou. Give Seekvaira my regards when you return." Rias ignored the broken table and waved goodbye.
"Whatever." Shirou grunted.
"Oh, are you leaving already, goodbye, Shirou-kun." Emerging from the kitchen, Kiba waved the teen goodbye.
"Fuck off." Was Shirou's only reply before he slammed the doors shut.
Carrying Koneko off his lap, he slowly crawled towards the chef hat and slowly began to cry as he embraced the ruined hat.
"Chef hat... *SNIFF!* I barely knew you…" Michael cried into the hat before spitting out the dirt he accidentally tasted.
"It's okay, Michael. We can always buy you another one." Rias patted Michael's shoulder.
"But it's not the same! Who'd buy a chef hat if they can't even cook with it on? This one was free! FREE! *SOB!* *SOB!* It's Michael Jr. all over again!" Michael wailed.
"Who?" Xenovia placed a hand on her hip.
"It was the Cerberus that you killed during that battle with Kokabiel, Xenovia-san." Asia reminded.
"Really?" Xenovia gasped.
"Michael-sama attempted to contract it as his familiar before you killed it and turned it to dust." Raynare explained.
"I see..." Xenovia sweatdropped when she saw the anguish that Michael was going through.
"Michael Jr., no!" Michael cried out at the top of his lungs as his voice echoed off of the house's to reach the ears of a few fellow residents who weren't downstairs during their remake of their date. Leaning against the wall while picking at his ear, Azazel tried to get the ringing in his ear to stop,
"Man does that brat know how to scream or what? Things seem pretty lively as usual."
Azazel leaned back against his side of the wall opposite to Natsuru, who kept her head down and wore a vacant expression.
"I take it that you've been adjusting well to this mad house?" Azazel prodded to get some reaction out of the girl.
"Yes. It was a little difficult moving in, per your instructions before you left. It's been challenge just to fit in with the ordinary lifestyle that goes on around here." Natsuru crossed her arms as she breathed freely while wearing a homely attire. Getting used to her new living space took a while considering that she would be living under the same roof with people that she once tried to kill. She resided in her own separate room right beside Kiyome's. During her time living in the Hanamura Residence, she still did receive some suspicious stares from the ORC club for a while as only a few (Akeno, Raynare, and Koneko) took what she did to Rias and Michael, really personal and didn't hesitate to show her any signs of contempt.
"But you don't seem too out of place. Meaning something or should I say someone smoothed things out for you, didn't they?" Azazel guessed right once he saw Natsuru slowly crack a smile.
Though she may have felt a little uncomfortable at first, she did receive the support of not only her siblings, but Michael as well, he did his best to make sure that she was comfortable as possible with her new living arrangements. Out of everyone in the residence, he was the only one who wasn't troubled with her and was the only house member to have helped her move in, no questions asked.
"Maybe." Natsuru allowed her happiness to linger only for a while as a thought came to mind, "But I know you aren't here just to hear about my well-being. You can already tell me the rest of my punishment already." Natsuru resigned herself to take on the punishment headfirst.
"So eager to get your punishment and be done with it, eh? I get it, but…" Azazel looked up at the ceiling with a serious look in his eyes, "Its not going to be that easy to shrug off, in fact, this punishment may have no end in sight for you. Anything less than this is truly heresy for the heinous deeds of your actions. Were it not for Michael's decision to help you in the first place, then Seekvaira's [Queen] wouldn't have decided to chip in and pull some strings for you. You can see where I'm going with this, right, you'd have probably been locked away for a long time. If not imprisonment, then it would have been something way worse."
"I understand." Natsuru looked solemn and nodded.
"Good. Just try not to do anymore reckless acts like you did before, or else I'll get chewed out since I also spoke out for you." Azazel explained, "Now let's move on to the part that you've been waiting to hear. You're punishment, well… I've been given responsibility over you, so I'm going to hand that baton over to someone else."
Guessing, who he meant, Natsuru gasped, "You mean?"
"Natsuru Abe, you are hereby bound to Michael Hanamura, he holds responsibility over you and you must do everything in your power to support him, no matter how ridiculous the task is. Sorry, you'll probably go through a lot of ridiculous things with that kid. Just make sure not to disappoint." Azazel yawned as he began to make his leave.
"Wait! Is that it?"
Azazel stopped to look back at the shocked girl and raised his hand, "What did you expect something more?"
"Y-Yes…I mean why would you assign a task like this for me?" Natsuru frowned, she wanted to at least take a punishment worth her wrong doings.
"Don't take it the wrong way, you are getting punished."
"I am?"
"Of course. Now that you're going to be around Michael most of the time, I and a few others in the alliance will keep a tight watch over you. You won't be doing anything in secret on your own anymore, but that's not all. The punishment is a one-time deal, no take backs. You are to do anything in your power for Michael's sake whenever there is a time he needs actual help. Use your regret for your wrong deeds to do empower you with the strength to make up for the crimes you've caused." Azazel scratched his head.
"Geez…how to go about this…ah! Take Raynare for example, she's basically by Michael's side after trying to take his life, she's doing everything in her power to make up for her ill intent now you'll just have to do the same."
'Make up for my crimes. It's not something that can be forgiven so easily or ever, but if it means I can somehow help, Michael-kun after he's done so much for me then I'll gladly do this.' Natsuru resolved herself and nodded.
"If that is what I must do, then so be it. I'll accept this punishment and act as support for Michael-kun should he ever need it." Natsuru's posture was tall and resolute along with her words matching her determination.
Azazel shrugs her off with a small laugh and says, "If you have no complaints, then good luck. Being roped into Michael's strange life is a good enough penalty. Also, I almost forgot to ask this crucial thing that you may have answered during our past interrogation of you."
Azazel kept his back to Natsuru and said, "Your accomplice, the woman who provided you with the necessary items to carry out you plan. Are you sure you don't know much of her identity?" Azazel asked, his hand balled up into a fist in secret.
Her face scrounging up in disgust, Natsuru said, "I don't know much about her, and I planned not to know anything at all. Everything about her gave me all the signs I needed to avoid making any kind of relationship with that woman. She just wasn't well, the way she spoke, the way she acted. Any common signs of a rational living being couldn't be found in her, all I could feel from her presence was pure madness."
"Seems about right. Still such a…" Azazel muttered quietly.
"Yes?"
Natsuru managed to hear him, but Azazel played it cool and shrugged it off. He began walking downstairs while exclaiming, "No, it's nothing. Remember, be Michael's support, don't try this elaborate ruse again, yada yada yada… Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to kick the brat while he's already down."
"O-Okay?" Natsuru simply watched the man leave as his thought system confused her, "I can never tell what that guy is thinking either. The Governor-General sor is another case that I don't quite know about, but somewhat interests me."
Natsuru rubbed her chin, being curious about the man's relationship with Michael was something she'll have to consider afterwards. When she actually has spare time that isn't being surveilled by everyone that is.
"Please stay out of trouble for a while. You're not exactly off the hook, yet." Tiredly groaning and rounding about the corner of the hallway was Kiyome who had suspected Natsuru of trying to pull something over everyone's eyes.
"Oh, Kiyo-chan! Me engage in any funny business, why, oh why would you think that? Have some faith in your big sister, nya~!" Natsuru playfully purred.
"Acting cute won't work Natsu-nee." Kiyome looked unimpressed with her eyes turning beady.
"Awww~! You think I'm cute how flattering, Kiyo-chan, but aren't you engaged to someone else? It would be a shame if you started falling for me, but I'm not one to complain."
Natsuru's sly remark was able to get a cute little blush from Kiyome.
"T-That's not what I mean! Please! Would you take this seriously? I am… You can't be doing things in secret anymore, and if someone suspects you of anything, I won't be able to help you," Kiyome said doubtfully, the Abe family was no longer in custody of Natsuru once she was taken in by the Three Factions. It may have seemed unfair, but was justifiable since her family has been indirectly supporting Natsuru's plans without further exploring her intentions.
"So no more extra lives for me, eh? I guess I might have to scrounge up my remaining 9 lives to help me get by. Not to mention sacrifice each of my nine tails should the situation steepens, ey~! Fox joke~!" Natsuru prodded at Kiyome with her mischievous cat smile, but the worried look on Kiyome's face changed her demeanor,
"Kiyo-chan, you have nothing to worry about. Betraying the trust that you and Michael-kun have in me is something I would never think of. I'm grateful to just be here having fun with you and Makoto-chan, so I'll behave for everyone's sake." Natsuru said with a sincere smile.
"Thank you." Kiyome let out a sigh in relief.
"But…"
*MUNYUUU!*
"Eek! What?" Kiyome screamed.
Natsuru's eyes gleamed as she lunged her hands into fondling Kiyome's breasts, "A little of this is about enough to reward me if I behave myself long enough, right~!?"
"As if I'd let that be your reward! You know I can't handle things like this…" Kiyome smacked Natsuru away and turned away from her.
"Really now? Then whatever will you do when Michael-kun does this to you?" Natsuru said with an unamused tone, she was fine with her shrugging it off when she did it, but considering Kiyome's arrangement with Michael it's going to happen eventually and she needed to realize that.
"W-Well, I…" Kiyome poked her fingers together as her face grew redder than a tomato, "It doesn't matter right now, okay? I may be engaged to him by father's standards, but in the end, Rias-san is the one in the lead, so what chance do I possibly have?"
*SPANK!*
"Natsu-nee!"
"Enough quitter's talk! You're giving up already? No sister of mine is going to back down when faced with a battle for love. It doesn't matter about whose first or not. The only thing you have to do is act aggressive and take any openings given to you."
Rubbing her spanked bottom, Kiyome slowly changed her mind, "That's just it I'm still new here and I still can't seem to figure out when to spot one."
"Huhuhuhu…" Natsuru laughed in mischief as she leaned in, "That's why it's good to have allies assisting you, Kiyo-tan. I've already memorized the way things work around here, and today is a great day for you to take the initiative and get yourself alone with Michael-kun."
"Really!? *COUGH!* I mean, what do you have in mind?" Kiyome coughed to clear her quick outburst, it was obvious to Natsuru that the younger girl wasn't intending to give up, but to just lay low until it was time to make a move. Now that's she is handed a chance so early she's a little hesitant and excited.
"That's my little sister!"
*SPANK!*
"Natsu-nee!" Kiyome shirked away from Natsuru, blushing.
"What?" Natsuru blinked.
"Quit doing that!"
"Sorry, but to be fair, you do have a very spankable ass. You know what, as an apology you can do it to me, I don't mind if you want to take a shot at it." Natsuru turned around in order to give Kiyome a clear shot at her heart shaped ass.
"No thanks, I'll pass. Now about what you were proposing?" Kiyome's eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
"Phooey~! I wanted to see you get aggressive for once." Natsuru sighed and wore a wide smirk, "But at least I know who'll be the aggressive one between you two while your alone."
"Plan! Tell me. NOW!" Kiyome's face was red as she hissed at her through her clenched teeth.
"Fine, fine. So this is what you have to do." Natsuru and Kiyome walked down the hallway with Natsuru trying to sling her arm over her sister's shoulder.
"Hands where I can see them!" Kiyome groaned.
"You're really no fun, Kiyo-tan~!" Natsuru let out a cry of frustration.
After they wrapped their date both, Michael and Rias had to agree that it was a step up from the one they previously had up until the whole cooking and chef hat fiasco. Not to mention the final stab through the already open wound, while Azazel was about to leave he accidentally trampled over the hat that Michael so desperately tried to fix. It took a while to stop Michael's incessant wailing and soon after the date winded down, everyone became exhausted and returned to their rooms for bed while Makoto returned home with Kiyome guiding him back.
It was already midnight and everyone who was on the upper floors were resting and were sleeping in sheer bliss as the loud sounds of muted yelling and some explosions resonated from the lower levels of the Hanamura Residence where Michael trained within one of the first-floor basement's training hall.
The room was a mess with burns and craters with Michael covered in some scratches and soot. His training clothes consisted of a red short sleeved shirt and black sweatpants.
"Alright, I think I can do it this time…" Michael panted.
[Make sure not to overdo it. You don't have that Bishop's twilight healing to help you this time.]
"Have faith in me, Ddraig. After all, we are talking about me. I really appreciate Asia's help, but I could have been fine without getting healed." Michael tapped his chest and left a magic circle marker on himself.
[Then why were you on the ground crying while trying to get up?]
"Upupupupup! Not crying! No only girls cry! Men, we weep!" Michael balled his hand into a fist, "And besides it was all for show in the end just to show that I can withstand anything I can dish out to myself."
[Right…]
"Now let the training commence!"
Creating a basketball sized orbs of demonic energy in each hand Michael threw the two attacks forward while snapping his fingers to initiate Dragon Break. As soon as the marker on his chest began to glow, the two orbs of demonic power redirected back towards him by shaping into large blasts of demonic energy.
"Now let's see if I can improve my agility and reflexes!" Michael grinned as he coated his entire body in touki and took off running. The training was tough yet manageable, he had to keep his eye on both attacks as they try to hit the marker on his chest. From hopping side to side or jumping off the walls during a close call, he took every action he can to avoid getting hit. His past altercation against Makoto's beast form had him thinking about handling multiple projectiles at once while in a fight since Makoto's fox tails were unpredictable and hard to fully avoid.
This was something he needed to really touch up on since the blasts that he was dodging are scathing him with each close call. The past attempts ended in failure and was dangerously close to fatally injuring him had he not use touki to shield himself at the last minute. The first attempt was because of him starting the dragon break before throwing the blasts, as soon as he shot them he was blown away with no warning.
"How am I doing, Ddraig?" Michael panted as he ducks his head and jumps over an incoming beam of energy.
[Compared to your last two tries. You've managed to last a minute longer than before, so your making some progress.] Ddraig kept Michael's time throughout his training,
[But you're still getting into contact with those blasts. You look to be hanging on by a threat at this point.]
"It may not be perfect, but I'm trying to hold out for as long I can. This can also be used to train my stamina to stay in my Balance Breaker form for much longer." Michael saw the benefits for his exhausting training even if it was progressing rather slowly.
Jumping forward onto his two feet, after avoiding the two blasts almost drilling through his chest, he places his hand out to prepare a dragon shot to cancel them out. Bending once more the beams were heading to make a direct collision towards him.
"But I can train to better my stamina later. Let's try again to see if I can really avoid all of those simultaneous attacks." Michael was about to shoot his Dragon Shot until…
*GACHA!*
"So, it was you, Michael-kun." Entering the training room, a white night gowned Kiyome holding a towel allowed her presence be known to the panting devil.
"Kiyome-senpai? You're still up!?" Michael gasped.
[Michael! Remember, you're still occupied with something!]
The bright light of those incoming blasts nearing, Michael could only yell, "Oh, crud!"
*BOOOOOOOOM!*
The room quaked and smoke filled it after the heavy impact as Kiyome tried to stay standing up and see through the smoke. Looking through it the smoke cleared and she saw Michael's body laid out on his back on the floor.
"Michael-kun, are you alright!?" Kiyome ran to him and knelt by his side.
Getting up, Michael groaned and rubbed his head while a thick layer of touki shrouded his entire body, "I can't believe how close that was. Good thing I reacted just in time for that."
Slowly placing down his cloak of touki, Michael patted his chest and sighed, "I may have gotten the wind knocked out of me, but at least it's not so serious that I have to wake Asia up to heal me."
"I'm so, so sorry that I barged in unannounced. I didn't mean for you to almost get hurt while training like that." Kiyome bowed her head.
"Hah! I'm perfectly fine nothing can hurt m-!" Michael shuddered in pain while tried to pound his chest, "Okay, I'll admit that stings a little, but see? I'm still a-okay!"
"Thank goodness…" Kiyome sighed.
"So what's up, senpai? Are you in the middle of doing something at night because it's pretty late?" Michael asked.
"Well, I couldn't really sleep so I decided to get out of my room to stretch myself out. When I was moving around I heard some loud rumblings coming from the basement and came to check on who it was." Kiyome offered Michael a towel, "Here, you look like you need it more than me."
"Thanks." Wiping off the sweat and soot off his body, Michael smiled, "If it was because of my training that disturbed you, then I'm sorry. I didn't think that I could be heard from down here. I've been doing it a lot, so I thought no one was noticing."
"Now if you don't mind me asking, why are you training here so late?" Kiyome knew of Michael's usual tendency to train at night from Natsuru, of course, but besides her lingering annoyance as to why her sister knew of this made her remind herself to berate her for doing things in secret again. But that can be done later, her first question still stood.
"I kind of like doing the extra practice when the day is over just to see if I can get things right. Like right now, I've been struggling with evasion and I want to do better after that whole fight with Makoto when he was a giant fox." Wiping off almost all of the muck off his face, Michael rubbed his eyes and yawned, "I decided to work more on it tonight since I really wanted to have another date with Rias and since everyone helped with it, I could exactly force Kiba or Xenovia to come with me because they were too tired. Doing this alone seems fair enough for now."
"You really thought all of this through?" Kiyome was aghast at Michael's mindset.
"Yeah, but thinking this much hurts, you know?" Michael scratched his head.
[If only you could be this enthusiastic when you do your homework something to which you've been procrastinating to do for these past days.]
"Hey, lay off! If you're going to say that, then say it in my head!" Michael screamed at his glowing hand.
[It won't work because each time I say something my voice echoes through your empty skull.]
"Hahaha! Very funny you, bodiless dragon bastard!" Michael grinded his teeth.
Kiyome could resist giggling at the boy's arguing antics with his dragon partner, but all laughter came to an end when she remembered the true reason she was there in the first place. Lightly tapping her fingers together, she softly says, "Michael, I know you may be sick of hearing me say this, but I just want to say thank you again for helping, Natsu-nee."
"Hmmmm… As much as I do love getting praise, I kind of have to say that it was only natural that I'd help her, so you don't have to keep thanking me, senpai." Michael set aside his towel to rub his neck.
"No, but I really am thankful for what you did. After what she was did, I would have totally been against the notion of helping if I were in your shoes. Yet, you decided to do all you can to help her and give her a second chance. Thanks just doesn't seem enough to express how I'm thankful I am." Kiyome's expression softened.
"Look," Michael got Kiyome's attention as he started talking, "I just basically helped Natsuru-senpai because she's a nice senior, who helped me out. Someone who's that kind towards their kouhai and their siblings isn't a bad person to deny helping. Not to mention that you, her sibling, are a kind senpai too. You helped me when I was in that bind with those handcuffs. Let's not forget how you still had faith in Natsuru-senpai to help make things better. So, I really should be the one thanking you, Kiyome-senpai for being such a very sweet person."
Michael's words were like a hammer slowly breaking through the walls of uncertainty and doubt surrounding Kiyome as her nervousness was steadily replaced with unbridled tenderness. Looking a little dazed, Kiyome placed her hand on Michael's without warning shocking him a bit.
"Kiyome-senpai?" Once Michael looked at Kiyome's face, he saw how pleasantly her eyes focused on his own.
"Michael-kun, I know you don't want to hear me say this again, but I really want to thank you for everything that you've done to help me, Natsu-nee and Makoto-chan." Kiyome's grasp on Michael's hand tightened as her soft hand felt up Michael's calloused hand.
"Thank me, like how?" Michael gulped, the mood was changing so fast that he couldn't try to realize to what she was building this gratitude up to. As she slowly leaned in he slowly grew anxious and curious about what she was planning to do.
"By giving you something like…"
*Chu!*
"…!"
Bridging the gap between their faces, Kiyome's lips overlapped Michael's for that one moment. This inflicted so many mixed emotions within Michael that his eyes literally went wide. Grabbing both of Kiyome's shoulder by reflex, Michael was about to push her off him, but hesitated once Kiyome's kiss grew deeper for that one moment. He didn't know why he stopped himself, but that hesitation ended with a soft pull away from their sudden lip locking.
"T-This?" Kiyome finished her sentence while wearing a cute smile that was really emphasized by Kiyome's embarrassed yet somewhat confident attitude.
"Kiyome-senpai…" Michael was breathless as he tried to regain his bearings, but Kiyome continued speaking with an affectionate smile,
"Michael-kun, I want to thank you by giving myself to you. You've already taken my first kiss, so I want you to take my "first" time as well." Leaning herself into Michael's chest, Kiyome snuggled in closer in a playful manner.
"You're first kiss, I took it? Wait, you want me to be you're "first"?" So many things were happening that Michael couldn't even keep up, "Kiyome-senpai, are you serious about this though? I mean, I don't want you to do this just because you want to express your gratitude. You shouldn't give yourself to me because of that. Do it with someone you love instead."
"But that's exactly it. I'm giving myself to you because I do love you." Kiyome muffled through Michael's chest as she looked up with her eyes longingly looking up at him.
"Y-You love me?" Michael stammered as those words shot through him like bullet coming at him from out of nowhere. These mixed emotions were welling up within Michael as he tried to get his head together.
"Mmm…" Kiyome looked up at him to nod.
"Whoa…" Michael was lost for words, hearing those words really knocked him off balance as he never gets used to the feeling it gives him, but the lingering thought about his relationship with Rias came to mind, "Kiyome-senpai, hearing you say that really makes me happy, but I'm already dating Rias and…"
Pushing him down on his back, Kiyome straddles, Michael's hips without any warrant for his words as she shakes her head and cries, "I already know of Rias-san's position as your first, but I still want to at least try and catch up to the others. I've already accepted you as my fiancé, too, but that's just not enough to express how much I adore you. So, I want to fully show my resolve for you, so please let me do this for you, Michael."
Grasping his hand to put on her breast, Kiyome lightly moaned as Michael's body jump started from the soft feeling of her chest in his hand.
"Please…" The way she looked in his eyes was just too hard for him to look away.
Michael's once shabby resistance faltered once he saw the moisture collect near Kiyome's eyes, he was still a little conflicted about the whole thing, but knew that rejecting Kiyome's true feelings would devastate her and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Retracting his hand away from her breast, Michael slid both of his arms around Kiyome's sides and wrapped her in for a close embrace.
The feeling of her soft chest compressed against his own flat one felt incredible. As the tight compression of her breasts formed a great view of her cleavage from within her nightgown.
"All right, Kiyome-senpai, show me your resolve…" Michael muttered in a low voice as he gave her a reassuring smile.
Moisture now forming into tears, Kiyome looked Michael in the eye and whispered, "Thank you."
*Chu.*
[Lemon Mode, activated]
Getting resettled into a new position on a bed was left in the training hall for convenience should he ever feel too fatigued to move after working out too hard. Leaning over Michael as he laid on his back, Kiyome pressed her lips up against Michael's once more though with a little less pressure than before. It was a sweet kiss that was expressing her adoration for him as she slowly wrapped her slender arms around his neck, yearning to be closer to him.
Purposely closing his teeth over Kiyome's lip, but not too hard to pierce skin, but not too soft that she didn't feel him lightly nibbling to further tease her into kissing him a little bit harder. It was only for a few moments that he sucked on her soft skin before swooping in to envelop the kiss once more with a little surprise.
Kiyome practically yelped in delightful surprise as Michael's tongue coiled around her own and greedily suckles it between his lips before returning to engage in their kiss. Even while sitting up their drawn-out kiss resumed as Kiyome stayed sitting on Michael's.
Eventually they broke their lovely kiss for a much needed break to breath in the oxygen that they were lacking. A thin trail of saliva connected to both of their lips as they stared passionately into each other's eyes as they took in heavy breaths.
"M-Micha-kya!?" Kiyome was alarmed once more as Michael's hands slid from her hips and down to her panty-clad bottom. His sudden grabbing was abrupt and very gentle, indirectly telling Kiyome that it was something that happened because of the heated-up moment.
Looking up rather apologetic with a bitter smile, Michael said, "Sorry, Kiyome-senpai. That kiss really excited me, making it really hard for me to hold back. It's been a while since I've done it and you're really..."
Kiyome trembled at the touch of Michael's fingers on her shoulders.
Calloused and rough from the many battles that their owner had endured yet gentle and soft. Michael tenderly brushed her shoulders, sliding the straps down her arms and freeing her bountiful breasts hidden beneath. Michael looked in awe, hypnotized by the pink of her nipples. Dazed, he reached out, caressing them with his hands.
Kiyome closed her eyes, a bright pink shading her cheeks.
A shiver coursed through her body as Michael tightened his grasp, squeezing her mounds like apples, working into kneading motions, pushing her stiffening nipples around in the palms of his hands.
"Ngh..." A soft moan escaped Kiyome's lips. Michael pushed a little harder on her right breast while squeezing the exposed nipple of her left between his fingers, pinching it slightly. "Ahn...!"
However, as he saw Kiyome's face contort into pleasure, the girl biting down on her lower lip to hold back her moans, a thought occurred to him.
He stopped, earning an almost-annoyed look from a red-faced Kiyome. "Senpai...?"
"Hm?"
"You didn't wear a bra, did you...?"
The way Kiyome's face flushed red gave him his answer.
A feeling of excitement rushed through Michael as he smirked, "Could it be that you're actually a little bit of an exhibitionist?"
Kiyome opened her mouth, sputtering out words that almost formed something coherent, but was silenced when Michael pressed his mouth against hers, tangling their tongues in a passionate kiss, his right hand tracing the inner part of her thigh towards her crotch. He could feel her body tense the closer his fingers came to her panties. He didn't even have to go that far to feel the moistness trailing down her legs. He pulled away, a trail of saliva between their mouths.
"You're already wet." His smile softened, "You really do like having your breasts teased. Did you get jealous thinking about what I do with Rias' breasts?"
"I-I-" Before she could respond, Michael reached out against, tightly cupping her left breast. He played with it as if it were a toy, softly pushing it inward and squeezing it.
"Did you stop wearing bras because you wanted to be teased like this?" Still squeezing her breast, Michael leaned forward to the point her nipple was a centimeter from her mouth. He could see the anticipation on Kiyome's face, the girl both hoping for and expecting. Fulfilling her wish, Michael buried his face in her mountain, sucking her nipple in his mouth, tracing around it with his tongue.
"Aah!" The squeal escaped between her lips before she could stop it. She tried to cover her mouth, but Michael grabbed her arms before she could. "W-Wha-?"
Michael raised his head, smiling. "Your moans are too cute. I kind of want to hear more." Even though he was smiling, Kiyome could see the dark silhouette of a sadist hovering above him.
"Y-You're evil!" Kiyome complained. "Y-You-Iyaa!" Michael immediately buried his face in her breast again, licking the top and bottom before returning his attention to her sensitive, rock-hard teat.
'Maybe a little more...' Michael thought to himself, brushing his middle finger against the front of her wet panties.
"Mmh!" Kiyome jumped so suddenly that Michael was almost thrown off. Even she was taken back by her sensitivity.
The sensitivity of a virgin.
That thought excited Michael. Being the one teasing a virgin was fulfilling.
He now sort of knew what Akeno and Rias saw in it.
He wanted more.
A two-front attack began on Kiyome's body, Michael squeezing her nip tightly between his lips as he began brushing his middle and index finger against the soaked front of her panties. Kiyome squirmed as he pushed his fingers harder, digging through her underwear and into her dripping flower behind. She tried to escape, but Michael's "power" was too strong. Whenever she tried pulling her breast away, he would weaken her by pushing his fingers into her pussy and, when she tried to block his fingers' entrance, he would nibble on her sensitive bosom. It only got worse when he moved the G-string blocking her "Heavenly Opening" and brushed his bare skin against the edge of her pink flower.
He gave no warning before sinking his fingers deep into her flesh.
"Uwaaah!" That one made Kiyome shriek towards the Heavens, more of her juices squirting onto Michael's hand. She shook her head, taking a deep breath, "S-Stop...I can't...!" Her walls tightened, greedily trying to draw his fingers in deeper despite her protests.
There was no mercy.
Michael moved his fingers around inside her, brushing his fingers against every space inside of her he could get at. She couldn't even resist anymore, bucking her own hips against his fingers as her body pleaded for release.
"Mmh nng mmh!" Michael hummed out, his hot breath stimulating her already stressed nipple, "You're about to come, aren't you, Senpai?"
"M-Michael-kun...Ah-Ahhhn!" Kiyome wrapped her hand behind the back of Michael's head, keeping him from removing his mouth while quickening the movement of her hips, "Michael-kun...! Michael-kuuuun!"
Her walls tightened fiercely around Michael's fingers, a final piercing scream of pleasure from Kiyome's mouth as her pussy's juices sprayed free.
The bed was forever stained with a lewd reminder of her first climax.
Kiyome's body trembled from the reverberations of pleasure, the girl hugging herself as Michael pulled away, removing his fingers, now dripping with Kiyome's love juices from her twitching slit.
He stared at his hand to the pleasurably numb girl in front of him, "...Did I do that good?"
Kiyome was smiling (albeit lewdly), so he took that as an affirmative. Predatory instincts had taken over his body and, the next thing he knew, he had Kiyome screaming in pleasure.
And the predatory desire had yet to cease.
The throbbing organ between his own legs told him that.
He turned to Kiyome, standing up on his knees with his bulge pitching a tent beneath his pants. Impatiently presenting himself, he stood and gave the girl a nice view of his "surprise".
He smiled apologetically, stroking the bottom of it once as if to emphasize its length, "Senpai, even though you were the one who got off, I ended up getting this excited."
His teasing worked, Kiyome's lower lip twitching as she tried to vocalize some thought or exclamation, "See it for yourself."
Any attempt to deny her curiosity foiled, Kiyome knelt in front of him and reached her hands for Michael's pants, pulling the waistband up over the bulge it hit, letting his throbbing erection spill out into open air. The cold air only further stimulated his burning desire as did Kiyome's awe-filled gaze.
"See? You really turned me on with your cute moaning." He nudged his tip against her cheek, prodding her as though she were an animal. Michael proudly grinned as he shoved his unrestrained desire against her face, "Aren't you going to help me, Senpai? It'll start to hurt soon if it stays like this..."
All it took was for Kiyome to turn her head slightly. His cock slid into her mouth like a sword into its sheathe.
"S-Senpai...!"
"Hrgh!"
Kiyome's eyes went wide as Michael slid the full-length of his member down her convulsing throat, almost choking her with his sheer thickness.
She gagged twice before Michael gained enough self-awareness to pull out slightly, leaving only the tip inside of Kiyome's mouth.
"S-Sorry about that, hehehe..." Michael apologized
Taking a deep breath, Kiyome finally processed the taste of the man that was pervading her mouth even if just the tip. She put strength into her lolling tongue, bending it up towards the tip, tickling his urethra.
Michael let out a small gasp, too inaudible to be heard by human ears, yet Kiyome could sense his body react to the sensation.
She pushed her tongue harder against his gland, as if she were trying to open it, stopping only when she saw Michael's face twist in pleasure.
"Aah, he looks like he feels good." She thought to herself, pleased, 'I want him to make more faces like that...' She continued kissing the tip of his penis with her tongue, circling around its circumference and occasionally coming back to lightly suck on the head, "Aahmph."
"S-Senpai..." Michael whimpered weakly, reaching out his hand and placing it on her head, far more gently than he had treated her before. Her mouth was hooked on his penis, wet, slurping sounds filling the air as if she were trying to suck Michael dry.
It was great, but not enough to induce him to orgasm. Michael couldn't take it anymore.
Softly grasping the top of Kiyome's head, Michael nudged her face closer to his even more fiercely throbbing cock, guiding it deeper into her mouth until over half of his length had been engulfed by her luscious lips.
"Aaah... It's really good." Michael moaned out, thrusting his cock as far as he could down Kiyome's mouth until he was certain she couldn't fit anymore. He could feel her tongue circling the base, trying to induce as much pleasure as her throat did. His senior reached down towards her own slit, once again dripping with lewd fluids as she began pleasure herself as well.
Kiyome closed her eyes, slowly sliding back off of his penis, a soft sigh escaping Michael's lips quickly replaced by a groan of pleasure as she slowly slid it back in again. Every time she bobbed her head forward, she refused to stop until he had filled up her throat, her mind growing dim with lustful desire.
"Nnngh!...Senpai, p-please stroke my balls too...!" Kiyome obeyed the instruction like a willing slave, extending her hand to his royal jewels and fondling them tenderly, inducing more pleasure-filled groans from Michael.
He dared not say it aloud, but Kiyome's blowjob might have been better than Rias' during their first tryst.
Rias' blowjob had been dominating, a controlling force of pleasure that made Michael's body contort in ecstasy.
While Kiyome's blowjob was different, more gentle, as if she were gently coaxing his semen out.
He felt it the moment his penis tensed up, growing slightly inside of Kiyome's throat, her eyes going wide as he became even thicker. He shut his eyes tightly, picking up the pace and depth of his thrusts until he could hear his balls slapping into her chin. He heard her gagging, her eyes rolling back as her own body tensed, orgasming from masturbation.
"Ooh, Kiyome! I'm... cumming!" With a final thrust, Michael spurted out a heavy stream of thick, white semen down her throat, its volume so great that she could not fully contain it. Some of his semen gushed out of what little space remained between the corners of her mouth and Michael's cock. Her body shivered in pleasure, her own legs beginning to give way between the mind-numbing sweet creme permeating her taste buds and the seemingly unending climax as her cunt continued to squirt out orgasmic fluids.
Michael ended up needing to pull out to avoid suffocating her, too early as the final seconds of his orgasm splashed a load of white semen onto Kiyome's pleasure-stricken face.
"Oh...s...sorry..." Michael sighed out, recovering from his recent climax. Kiyome didn't respond for a moment, reaching for her face with her hands and wiping the semen with her fingers, watching as its thickness seeped between her fingers.
"It's so amazing..." Kiyome smiled absently, bringing her semen-coated hand to her face, "Michael-kun's white stuff is so amazing...~" Then she started to suck the semen from her hand, lapping it up as if it were some form of treat.
Just watching her caused Michael's erection to return with a vengeance, throbbing more violently than before. It sought more than just Kiyome's mouth. It sought her vagina, her breasts, her asshole, he wanted to stain every part of her white in pleasure.
Perhaps it was his Dragon and male instincts taking over.
Perhaps he had always secretly been this much of a pervert.
All he knew was that he wanted her.
"Kiyome...!" He couldn't stop himself. He pushed her back down onto the bed, pinning her arms down as he breathed heavily. The only part of his brain still exercising self-control was worried whether or not he was hurting her, but it quickly ceased functioning when he saw Kiyome smiling up at him, her blushing face adding to her sexually appealing appearance.
"Michael-kun, I'm really wet, so...I-I mean..." She looked bashful, averting her eyes before regaining the courage to look at him, "...I want you to shove your thick, throbbing cock inside of me!"
Her use of vulgar language both surprised and excited him. It was all he needed to hear.
He lifted the front of her night gown's skirt, pulling his over her stomach. Her G-string remained out of the way, showing her twitching, unplucked flower. Ripe for the taking.
Michael spread her flower's "petals", stroking his penis to ensure he remained at maximum stiffness for this moment. He laid on top of her, carefully aligning the tip of his penis with her vagina.
It was a soft push at first, trying to spread it and make some room as he slowly slid his cock inside of her. He pushed softly and gently at first, letting Kiyome grow accustomed to the feeling of his cock inside of her. She shut her eyes tightly once or twice as her tight walls were forced apart by Michael's invasion, but she always opened them right after to look in awe. His penis only stopped once he had reached a "barrier" inside of her. Michael looked Kiyome for confirmation. One last chance to back out.
"What...What are you waiting for...!?" She demanded, breathing heavily, "D-Do it..."
Again obeying his senior's command, Michael thrust forward with all of his might, Kiyome letting out a scream that was a mix of pain and pleasure as her hymen was shredded by his piercing cock.
The tightness beyond her hymen far surpassed that of her throat.
Blood trickled from her entrance, Kiyome letting out pained and pleasurable whimpers as she clung to Michael. Michael's hands slid down Kiyome's body, stopping at her thighs which he proceeded to grasp firmly, holding her body against his to keep from slipping out.
He let out a grunt of exertion as he pushed his hips forward, feeling the walls of her vagina being slowly forced apart by his penis.
He tried moving slowly, playing with Kiyome's nipples so as to cancel her pain out with pleasure. He played with her left breast with his hand while sucking on her right breast, rolling her nipple around in his mouth with his tongue. He continued pleasing her until he felt his cock go as deep inside of her as it could, to the point he could feel his tip kissing the entrance to her womb.
The two breathed heavily as they looked at one another before pressing their lips together, fighting a new battle with their tongues as Michael slowly slid out. Then he leaned forward with his hips, sliding back into her womb with less resistance than before. He gyrated his hips, moving his cock around inside in order to further loosen up her walls.
Once he was satisfied, he pulled backward and slid back in, working up a slow, piston-like motion as he thoroughly invaded the most innocent part of her body.
The inside of her vagina constricted every time his cock stabbed the deepest part, making it feel as though it was literally pulsing with pleasure.
"So tight...!" Michael groaned, increasing the speed he fucked her formerly virgin womb with his tool of pleasure, "I'm going to cum deep inside...!"
Kiyome, panicked for a moment, shook her head, "N-No! I c-can't get pregnant! I can't get pregnant with a baby!"
Michael kissed her again, moaning in her mouth before pulling away, "Don't...nnhng! Don't worry...Kiyome...Mmm...Ooh! Devils have low...low fertility rates!" He winced, her vagina tightening so much that it practically crushed his penis inside of her, "I would need to give you a hundred cream pies before you got knocked up!" Michael kneaded her breast with one hand and pinching her other nipple, causing her to yelp and her inner walls to tighten in conjunction. The way his speed began to increase and the way his cock seemed to grow inside of her, Kiyome knew it only meant one thing.
She tightly clung to Michael, wrapping her legs around his waist as her pleasure-seeking body coaxed him deeper inside, "It-It's too much...I'm-I'm gonna cuuuum!"
"Me too...!" Michael moaned out, "I'm gonna cum inside, Senpai!"
"No-Not ready yet...!" Kiyome said, her body strongly contradicting her words, "Not ready for a creampiiiiiieeeee!"
A final groan escaped Michael's mouth as he shoved his cock as deep inside of her as possible.
They both cried out in unison as Michael's jizz flooded Kiyome's eager womb.
While Kiyome's body fell limp, almost paralyzed by the sensation of her third climax, Michael gripped her body more tightly, his cock refusing to let go of her womb as it spurted shot after shot inside.
"Mmmnnn..." Kiyome breathed lightly, her waist entire waist trembling as Michael removed his slightly softening penis from her pussy, "It...It's so hot...So hot inside...!"
'H-Hold on...when Buchou and Xenovia mentioned that stuff, then wouldn't that only apply to girl devils since "fertility" is usually associated with females rather than guys so... Unholy crap...' Michael's face paled before he shook the thought out of his head, 'No, can't get too wound up about that, I just need to relax since Kiyome-senpai is tired and she's...she's...'
Michael knew that she was at her limit. After cumming three times, a normal human girl would have probably fallen asleep. He watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed, beads of sweat forming around her voluptuous mounds...
And then Michael's rod hardened again, his heart racing.
"H-Huh?!" Kiyome was too surprised when Michael suddenly grabbed one of her legs and spun her around, laying her on her front with her butt raised upward into the air. Her steaming face regained the slightest sense of awareness, "M-Michael-kun...?"
Michael was already on his knees, again lining his cock up with her cum-leaking pussy. "I can't stop, Kiyome-senpai...! It's like your pussy has made me its slave...!" He thrust in deeply the moment Kiyome opened her mouth, the only thing heard being a piercing wail as Michael began to fuck her from behind.
"Uuuuuuuuunnnnghhh!" She could do nothing as Michael's cock struck her womb with even greater force than before, requiring what little stamina she had just to keep from being knocked over, "No way...! It's even deeper than before...! Iyaaaagh!" She wanted to rest, practically going insane as ecstasy became the only sensation her nerves could feel, but with Michael holding her hips into the air, she was left to simply lay there and enjoy his efforts.
"Your womb is sucking me in...!" Michael breathed, letting out a whimper every time his balls slapped against her soaked waist. He pulled her body back, propping Kiyome up on her knees as he reached his hands higher up her chest, wrapping his hands around her breasts, fondling them with renewed passion. Kiyome turned her head to say something, but her lips were immediately occupied by Michael's, three parts of her body dominated by the joy only a female body could feel. He tweaked her nipples between his fingers, kneading her breasts at the same time.
Between being fucked in her womb, having her breasts fondled, her nipples played with, and Michael's tongue dominating the inside of her mouth, Kiyome had no way of suppressing the feeling, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn!" She screamed into Michael's mouth as she achieved climax first, riding it out as she was pleasured without stop. Climax combined with Michael's unrelenting assault made her cum immediately after, her pussy tightening with each orgasm.
Eventually, Michael hit his limit as well, his cock expanding once more in a desperate struggle against Kiyome's tightening snatch, "I'm gonna cum again!" His face twisted in ecstasy as he made sure to strike the deepest part of her womb with each stroke, "I feel like I'm going to seriously get Senpai pregnant with this one!"
"D-D-Do it...!" Kiyome pleaded, her eye rolling back as she panted with each thrust, "Fill me up...! Impregnate me with your child! I want to get pregnant with Michael-kuunnshhh sschild! Inshide! Do it inshiiiide!"
Michael grunted in agreement, pistoning as deep and as fast as his hips could possibly allow, "Here it comes...!" He let out a final bestial roar before shoving his cock as far as he could inside of her, "Cummiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!" He pinched and pulled on her nipples as hard as he could, Kiyome's hips bucking forward as she screamed from climax.
"Ahn...Ahhh..." Kiyome panted, her tongue lolling out of the corner of her mouth, her twitching slit squiring out a mix of her and Michael's cum, "I'm...I'm gonna get pregnant with Michael-kunsshh babiesshhh..."
Even more semen filled Kiyome's already-half-full womb, Michael unable to stop humping Kiyome until her womb milked every last drop of his semen, what couldn't fit inside being shot out with the force of a cannon from her pussy. Both of their bodies tensed as they rode out their last climax.
After several moments of climactic spasms, Kiyome fell face-forward, landing sideways on the bed, breathing softly as she laid her head against the pillow, her wet pussy cold and trembling as the last orgasmic warmth faded from her womb.
It was only after his penis finally went limp that Michael's own exhaustion finally kicked in, his body laid down right behind Kiyome's, wrapping a blanket around both of them and draping his arm over her body to hold her close.
They fell into deep silence, and, for a moment, Michael was sure Kiyome had passed out...
"Michael-kun...?" Or not.
"Y-Yes, Senpai?" Now that the high that came with sex had worn off, Michael had started to feel self-conscious, his now-soft penis laying against her backside. He had literally only had sex once before. He had been so swallowed by his desire that he had no idea how his "performance" was taken by Kiyome, "Is...Is everything alright?"
"..." His heartbeat quickened at Kiyome's silence, "..C...Could you hold me...?"
Michael blinked, "...Hm?"
Kiyome squirmed in the bed next to Michael, hiding her flushed face.
"I...I want you to hold me like you do with Rias..."
Michael blinked again, but his brain was able to process her request that time, a soft smile appearing on his face as he tightened his arm around Kiyome's body, pulling her closer.
"No problem..."
They both passed into the blissful peace of slumber soon after.
[Lemon End]
Outside of the training hall, in front of the shut door was Kiyome's older sister, Natsuru, who stood guard. She placed a thick barrier to allow no one from the outside to ruin her sister's once in a lifetime chance.
"Huhuhu~!" Natsuru laughed in her hand, she heard the whole thing happening from inside with her powerful superhuman hearing, "Everything seems to have gone smoothly. I'm so proud of you Kiyo-tan."
There was a faint blush on her cheeks as she could hear the moaning from inside of the hall, "It was really a great show to peek in on. Also, it's great for me to have some vital knowledge about this for the not so distant future."
She licked her lips in excitement.
Natsuru disguised her pride for Kiyome's accomplishment with her own self-interest as she envisioned the possible lustful scenarios that she'll face while being under Michael's care. He may not know of it, but that's what made the thought of getting into such an encounter even more thrilling.
"You'd best check your privileges before making such a doubtful claim."
Natsuru narrowed her eyes as she glanced at Rias, who was up awake as she made her way towards Kiyome and the training hall. By the purple nightgown attire, she wore it could be said that she just woke up or has been awake for quite a while. Either way, she was in Natsuru's presence something that she hadn't necessarily done these past weeks, but the end result was turned out to be the predictable choice. Rias was miffed, but in a calmer fashion than what Natsuru would expect from the crimson haired devil.
Natsuru kept her silence as she kept her sights on Rias, who did the same. The two were locked in a tense exchange of stares, it wasn't too hostile that it would to a fight, but it was still a strained look that each girl was making.
Letting out a sigh, Rias said, "Don't worry, I didn't come here to interfere with Kiyome-san. I just wanted to check if things were fine down here."
Rias leaned on the wall across from Natsuru as the latter asked,
"So, you knew about our little plan from the start, did you?" Natsuru kept herself sounding indifferent to hide any form of emotion towards Rias.
"No, not really. You see, I have a habit of waking up whenever Michael sneaks out of bed to come down here to train. I just found it odd that for once he didn't try to come sneaking back into bed as usual, despite his many failed attempts at trying to be quiet." Rias smiled to herself, recalling the loud footsteps and his occasional yet ridiculous tripping.
"I came down to check how things were going and seeing you here explains everything and about who's currently with him right now." Rias crossed her arms and looked to the door, "Kiyome-san has more than deserved this chance after helping us, and I won't deny her or the others their feelings as well. It may get a little hectic, but I have to at least do this much if I want to cement myself as his official girlfriend."
Rias was already aware of the other girls getting bolder when it came to their feelings towards Michael, and since they were devils the thought of a harem being formed didn't exactly feel strange to Rias. She wants to lay the foundation of her standing amongst the others before she could really feel comfortable with fully accepting it, so this occurrence between Kiyome and Michael was definitely the first step that she needed to be more allowing and less worrisome about the girls and their advances.
"I guess my bothersome plan did bring out some more good than bad for Kiyo-tan and Makoto-chan in the end." Natsuru bitterly laughed.
"I wouldn't say that because you came out completely untouched as well." Rias said rather rudely, while it was apparent that she wasn't trying to, "Not only did you commit such chaos, but you had Michael and Shirou bail you out along with Azazel. Now you're a free woman again, or as free of a woman that you'll ever be compared to before."
Leaning back against the barrier covered door, Natsuru breathed out a heavy sigh, "It looks like I won't be getting into any of your good graces anytime soon. You asked the Governor-General about my punishment before he left, right?"
The suspecting look in Rias' eyes were the only answer that she needed.
"Hmph, thought so..." Natsuru bitterly chuckled.
"Look, you may have Michael's kindness to thank for your lightened sentence, but don't get anything twisted. We both know of the things you did, and I surely won't forget any of it. I don't share any of Michael's leniency towards you, so don't expect any sympathy from me." Rias' eyes were shadowed by her hair giving her a much darker visage as she glared at Natsuru, "So just to warn you now. If you even dare to do anything suspicious that would break Michael's trust, then I won't hesitate to annihilate you where you stand, do you understand me?"
"Hmph…I already knew not expect any sympathy coming from you, and do you think I'm actually that stupid? To waste my second and probably only chance by betraying, Michael-kun? He literally helped save Makoto-kun and gave me a chance to stay beside my siblings even longer, he's already done more than what I can even deserve, so I intend to repay him for that." Natsuru's eyes glared at Rias as they had sharp fox slits replaced for her more regular pupils,
"And what you think doesn't even matter to me, Gremory-san. My only worries lie with how he sees me and my performance not you. You may have helped save Makoto-chan for me and I am grateful for it, but I still trust him more than I'll ever trust you."
The 3rd years were locked in an escalating staredown that was further emphasized by their clashing auras until a slight smirk crept itself on Rias' face as she let out a little chuckle,
"Good. I just wanted to establish where we both stood when it comes down to this matter." Rias prepares walking to the elevator,
"I trust that you'll be taking care of them while they rest there? I'll just tell the others, should they wake up before them, a little white lie about both of their whereabouts."
"Hn! I already know that much. I don't need you telling me something so obvious as that." Natsuru said distastefully, their new established common ground was already made so such an attitude would later be seen as typical for their future interactions.
"Well, that's a reliever. Hearing you confirm it is just as better than you simply staying quiet." Rias stops herself from walking to say something with a bit of edge in her tone, "And one more thing, Natsuru-san. I might be more lenient towards Kiyome-san, but don't think I'll make things easier for you, too since you're a new arrival just like her. Personally, I will be the one to make sure to harden any advances you make towards Michael. It's quite a handy perk for being his first, you know."
After stating her declaration of war, Rias left with Natsuru wearing a challenging smile as she glared at the dark hallway that she left through.
"Just as I expected. You and I will never get along after all." Natsuru shook her head, and smirked at the later challenges she'll receive. If that's how things would end up for her, then so be it. Earning something wouldn't be any fun if there weren't any extra stretches to this new strife for Michael's affection.
"But at the same time, it would be much sweeter to wait and take any small moment that I can take for my own personal benefit. This punishment may also have its perks after all~!" Natsuru's eyes glimmered mischievously through the dark hallways. Unbeknownst to her, Michael felt a chill go through his spine before going back to resting with Kiyome in his arms.
(In Michael's mind)
Laying near the edge of a huge open canyon was Ddraig's giant body as the dragon lazily laid his head next to a male figure who was looking up at the sunny blue skies that never changed within this hot, rocky, wasteland.
[It seems that he's already tired himself out, so he's probably won't be active enough to wind up here.]
"Good. I wouldn't even bother to show myself to him even if he did come here." The male figure sighed in boredom, "It's the same pattern as before, a possessor attracting more people to themselves like usual."
[I see that you're getting tired of the same grind as me, but I can tell that you could have stayed hibernating with the other possessors and their fragmented memories just to skip all of this. Yet, you've been watching him secretly this entire time.] Ddraig let his lips curl up into a small smile.
"It's not unusual for him to go through these things, but I actually feel something different about this one. I want to skip these boring predictable parts to get to the new ones, but I can't tell where the new parts are if I just skip through the old ones. It's kind of like reading through a remake of a book." The man groaned.
[If you really wanted to something different to happen, then you should have introduced yourself already, but I know how you are. You're intentionally staying hidden from him until he enters the mindscape through his own free will, using the much harder method for him to meet you rather than you introducing yourself, first. You're always too shy whenever you want to meet someone new. You never change, Belzard] Ddraig shook his head with a nostalgic grin on his face.
"Shut up, you Stupid Dragon…" The man stood up and looked down at the dark crater below, "Why I'm interested this time around is still a moot point. It may end the same way as every time before or it may actually do something absolutely different. It's still up in the air at this point."
As the man looked at the encroaching shadows of the crater slowly making its way towards the surface, he groaned,
"Whether that "different" factor will be a good thing or a bad thing has yet to be seen though…"
Next Chapter- (Filler) High School GT! (Grand Tour)
Wow, this took longer than I thought it would! Well, guys I hoped you all enjoyed this chapter because it was a pain trying to juggle all of my new classes and exams to make it. I promise to try to produce more chapters in the future, but just not as fast as before. I'm still in this to progress the story! Especially when we've been introduced to so many interesting plot points for the future arcs.
So how many of you like how Rias is taking the aggressive stand as the Head Girl for Michael's harem. Her encounter with Natsuru was the first step to creating a foundation for that sort of side to her since she and Michael are already an item.
And at the end there, what could Belzard mean while talking to Ddraig about that new thing he's interested in being a good or a bad thing for Michael? Something that will be kept and addressed for the next arc! Hopefully…
Now we're on to the next arc, but not before we enter some filler territory because I've been needing to get out some new hilarious ideas to insert into the story! And if you can guess from the title, you may already know what the chapter will be focused about. Yes, its related to an underrated anime, but what detail will be addressed and can you guess what it will be?
Also, enjoy the new fanart I posted on the story thanks to a commission I made to Venera-Taro, she's an awesome and kind artist from DeviantArt and you should really look her up whenever you want to ask her for art! Now enjoy the image of the Strongest Sekiryuutei in History, Belzard!
Anyways, before I go I just want to say that a new opening will be posted later when I have the chance to recover, so make sure to give it a quick glance at when you're done!
Well, I'm out, so peace out and have a nice day!
