Earth – Tokyo

Issei's Penthouse Apartment

Mitsuru Hyoudou sighed in exasperation as he kept a tight hold on Sachiko's shoulders. Not even a second after Morisawa opened Issei's door, Mrs. Hyoudou immediately rushed past her husband, and proceeded to devastatingly knee the manga reader in his…dragon balls.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The aforementioned manga reader and cosplayer-lover predictably let out a rather less-than-manly squeal, and was currently writhing on the floor in humiliating pain. Mr. Hyoudou, shocked by his wife's violent assault, while stealthily wincing in sympathy at Morisawa's situation, immediately went to restrain his wife, knowing that there was more to come if he didn't do so.

In the midst of his pain, Morisawa looked up at Sachiko from his spot on the floor, and sent her an equally fierce glare.

"What in the absolute HELL was that for?!" Morisawa roared.

Sachiko's eyes narrowed as she went to release a verbal assault towards Morisawa, before Mitsuru tightened his grip on her shoulders.

"Honey, just please calm down already!" He admonished pleadingly, "That's enough!"

His pain lessening, Morisawa struggled to get up from his spot and quickly took a few steps back away from the Hyoudou couple. As he felt the cold surface of the wall hit his back, Morisawa's glare towards Sachiko deepened.

"Why the hell did you do that?!" He questioned, "What have I ever done to you?!"

"You somehow got my baby boy's apartment key," Sachiko started fiercely, "Entered his apartment without his permission, and planned to steal his stuff without the intention of giving them back to them!"

"Ok, first of all, the kid's eighteen years old now," Morisawa retorted in annoyance, "so he's not your 'baby boy' anymore. Quit acting like you have some sort of Jocasta complex or empty nest syndrome towards him! Second of all, the landlord of these apartments keeps a spare key for every complex, so I didn't steal your son's key. And third of all, I SAID I WOULD GIVE THE MANGAS BACK TO HIM, DAMN IT!"

"Jocasta complex?!" Sachiko shrieked, "Empty nest syndrome?!"

"Ok everyone, let's all just calm down!" Mitsuru interrupted in an attempt to placate his wife and Morisawa.

"I am calm!" Morisawa retorted, "I'm the calmest person in this house right now! It's your wife that's losing her shit!"

Mitsuru frowned at Morisawa's words and went to defend Sachiko, until his wife beat him to it.

"How dare you!" Sachiko shouted before she turned to glare at her husband, "Let go of me, Mitsuru!"

"Don't you dare! Don't sic that crazy lady on me!" Morisawa frighteningly ordered as he moved over behind Issei's desktop computer.

Mitsuru sighed as he kept hold on his wife's shoulders. In all of the years they'd been married, he had never seen Sachiko so angry before. When Issei was a child, Sachiko was very protective of him, but not to the extent of a fiercely overprotective mother. Was Issei's decision to move out the house that much of an impact on Sachiko?

"…Mitsuru."

Mr. Hyoudou was brought back to reality by the soft tone of his wife's voice. In the midst of his pondering, Mitsuru had failed to notice that his wife was no longer shaking in fury. She seemed to be actually relaxed now. The Hyoudou patriarch inwardly sighed as he heard his wife take deep breaths.

Morisawa watched Mrs. Hyoudou cautiously, using Issei's chair as his line of defense. Sighing deeply, Sachiko lowered her shoulders and relaxed. Lifting her head up, Mrs. Hyoudou gave Morisawa a soft glance.

"…I'm sorry for my behavior." She apologized gently, her eyes revealing a sadness long suppressed for six months, "I'm just worried about my son."

Morisawa, still not completely trusting Sachiko, remained where he was. He'd seen the trick too many times due to his experience of reading manga. Sachiko would pretend to be all calm and collected, and then the second Mitsuru let go of his wife, she would immediately continue her assault.

Morisawa scoffed. Like hell he was going to fall for that trick!

"…" Mitsuru was momentarily silent as he looked at both Morisawa and Sachiko, "Now that everything's all calm here, I guess the best course of action would be to just wait for Issei to come back."

Sachiko quickly turned her head around to look at her husband with a look of anxiety.

"How can you say that at a time like this?" She asked, "If he's not here in Tokyo, and he's nowhere near our house, then where on Earth could he be?! It's not like we can assume that he just vanished off the Earth or something!"


'Mind' of the Supernatural World

Mine!

My little shut-in…is finally mine!

The most dominant emotion the supernatural world was currently feeling could only be described as excessive happiness. No wait…perhaps it was bliss. No, not even that.

Euphoria.

Elation.

Rapture.

Oh, if only it could talk to its little shut-in! To let him know how much it loved him so much; and kiss him until his very skin was sore from its nonexistent lips!

I want…to kiss him! To trap him! To never let him go! Never!

The supernatural world was in such ecstasy that if it had a body, it would've shook heavily in pure jubilation. The accumulating feelings that poured into the supernatural world's 'consciousness' were enormous, and were starting to expand the longer its energy continued to 'lovingly' coil around its little shut-in.

In the midst of its elation, a sudden thought occurred into the 'consciousness' of the supernatural world. The supernatural world would have gasped in surprise if it had a voice.

The supernatural world was finally free from the influence of Izanami-no-Mikoto. After its little shut-in had removed the Shinto Goddess from Yomi; which in turn had destroyed the link between Izanami and the supernatural world, the latter had become more self-aware. Without Izanami's presence, the supernatural world had a mind to think for its own, and could use its power for its own purposes.

And now it had the opportunity!

I must...be near him! Must manifest…to love…to hold…to kiss…to trap…because I could not before. I must keep him! Must keep him all to myself!

A thought immediately projected into the consciousness of the supernatural world.

But what form? What form will soothe little shut-in?

The thought of the Ouroboros Dragon appeared in the 'mind' of the supernatural world. Had the sentient world possessed a voice, it would have scoffed.

Infinite One…has taken form already. It would be redundant to take its shape.

Another thought projected into the supernatural world's consciousness.

Izanami-no-Mikoto…

The supernatural world would have snarled in rage if it could. An immense wave of fury manifested within the supernatural world at the reminder of the Shinto Goddess who had manipulated its power.

I will not take her form either.

Its consciousness felt a surge of annoyance erupt within it. Through its forced fusion with Izanami, the supernatural world had knowledge and awareness of every being that its little shut-in had come in contact with. But the supernatural world also knew that its little shut-in got along with only a few of the otherworldly creatures.

I will not take form of dwellers. It will not soothe little shut-in at all.

There was a pause of thought in the supernatural world's consciousness.

If it could, its consciousness would've declared that when Amaterasu; the Shinto Goddess of the Sun and the Universe, gave birth to Issei Hyoudou, the child had already belonged to the supernatural world.

At the sixth year of his life, however, Ophis the Ouroboros Dragon had marked Issei as its mate. And though the supernatural world would acknowledge what Ophis had done, the latter's marking had no impact of Issei Hyoudou's development at all.

The Infinite Dragon God had simply retreated to the Dimensional Gap to wait for its mate to grow and develop. It had no part in influencing or interacting with its mate-to-be, either out of ignorance or something else.

Influence…little shut-in.

The supernatural world was aware of the human parents of Issei Hyoudou. Mitsuru and Sachiko Hyoudou. Although they had played a monumental part in Issei Hyoudou's life, and deeply loved and cared for him severely, their influence upon the child of Shinto was narrow and limited at best.

Yet another thought projected into the consciousness of the supernatural world.

The woman known as Leiko Hyoudou. The one who loves him deeply and excessively. The one who keeps him sane. The one whose life he has always saved. Her presence soothes little shut-in. Her form, I will take. But I must appear different.

Its consciousness recalled the Shinto Kami Amenominakanushi taking Leiko Hyoudou's form; in an attempt to break its little shut-in's mind. But the supernatural world could improvise.

Heaven and all of its seven regions, the Underworld, and the realms of the various mythological and religious factions, were all part of the supernatural world itself. The scattered energies that surrounded those realms all derived from the supernatural world.

The otherworldly creatures that dwelled upon the supernatural world drew their powers from the atmosphere and ambiance of the world itself. So from that standpoint, the supernatural world itself was the progenitor of the energies and abilities possessed by the Gods and Buddhas, Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils.

With that in mind, the supernatural world felt a wave of determination and impatience etch into its consciousness. It was so eager to see its little shut-in that it couldn't bear to wait a second longer.


Underworld (Far Away From the Arena)

There were no traces of anyone on top of the large landmass of the Underworld. The sky was now dark, its atmosphere matching the night's darkness in the human world. A false moon manifested in the sky, indicating the times of day and night.

Multiple cracks slowly appeared in the sky, the region of the atmosphere of the Earth breaking apart. Multi-colored streams of energy flowed out of the sky, and traveled down towards the ground in a spiral-like motion.

Must…take form!

The massive energy spirals crashed down into the ground, illuminating the air that surrounded the Underworld with bright colors. The energy then transformed its shape into a colossal orb of light. As the light floated down towards the ground, parts of the orb stretched out until it morphed into a light fair-skinned hand.

Must…see him! Hold him! Kiss him! Trap him!

While still contained within the orb, the hand lifted itself up and reached to embed its fingers into the ground.

I must…manifest!

The rest of the orb of light changed its entire shape, altering into the silhouette of a woman.

Moments later, the woman's eyelids opened slowly, revealing two dark-emerald colored eyes that stared ahead. The woman lay motionlessly on the ground, her curiosity growing as she tried to accustom to the feeling of the cold surface. She slowly turned her head, and attempted to lift herself up.

For so many years serving as the motionless home, shelter, and battlefield for the otherworldly creatures, the woman found it difficult to maintain her new body. But she wouldn't let that stop her.

She had to see her little shut-in! No...she needed to!

After a few minutes of trembling, the woman finally managed to lift her torso up. As she did so, she spotted a few strands of brown hair spill over her eyes. The woman's eyes widened in fascination as she struggled to push herself up all the way. Her voice was silent as she regained her balance.

As the woman stood up straight, she lifted her hands up, turning them around repeatedly. She lifted her hands up to touch her short frizzy brown hair, marveled at the soft texture. Looking down at herself, the woman tilted her head at her body shape.

The woman had intended her body to look similar to the shape of Leiko Hyoudou. However, she knew she had to alter the form a little; to make sure her little shut-in wouldn't misinterpret her intentions. She had taken the form of her little shut-in's cousin, and aged her body to a more physically developed shape.

The woman grew fascinated as she noticed that her hips were slightly wider than her shoulders, deducing that her body shape could be classified as a more mature appearance. Becoming even more astonished, the woman revealed a wide smile.

I have…completed form!

The woman hugged herself in happiness, the thought of meeting, kissing, trapping, and keeping her little-shut in bringing her such euphoria.

The woman smiled wider as she felt the wind of the Underworld blow through her hair, the cool atmosphere fluttering soft touches on her face. She hugged her body tightly, sighing blissfully.

"My little shut-in…is all mine!"


Hey guys, what's up? School's starting again, so me writing Fanfiction has been limited for me at best. But all I can do is try. Sorry the chapter's a bit short, since I had only a little time to write, but I feel satisfied with it.

On another note, some of the lovely reviewers and readers of the story PMed me about considering the idea of putting the supernatural world itself in Issei's Unwanted Harem. I honestly don't know what to say about that to be honest. It seems like a good idea though, I think.

Hope you guys have a good day!

Please read & review :)