ATTENTION: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF HIGH SCHOOL DXD. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE AUTHOR AND HIS CORRESPONDING PARTNERS.

-{VIII}-

"Gah!"

Jackson's eyes would open as the boy would fall back on his butt, dropping his stuffed animal on the floor. From there he would look around and hear the sound of trotting and nails tapping rapidly against the floor approach him. The boy turned his head and was tackled, pinned to the ground by a mass of a beast. Its breath was heavy and it snarled at the young load. Defenseless, hopeless, weak, is what the jet black curls posed to be. The beast opened its jaws and laid its wrath upon him as Jackson was laughing.

(High School DxD OST - Kore kara, Tanoshimi desu)

"Ha! Haha! Hey hey! Get off me girl! Go! Shoo!" Jackson laughed as his face was being licked by the tongue of a chocolate labrador. He put his hands up to push to the side as he sat up and hugged the dog. "Ah. What a puppy!" Jackson stood tall as he would pet the head of the dog, before walking across the white tiled floors of the house. Soon he arrived at the marble countertop of his kitchen. From there he wiped his face with paper towels and looked around. This place was different from Jackson's home in the US and his home here in Japan. He remembered every detail. The pantry that reached the ceiling, the opening that led to the dining room, the large living room opening that would then lead to the rest of the house. The white tile floors and quarts pillars gave way to the sheer size of the house itself. 'I… I remember this place… of course… it's my home… but… I just… something… isn't right…'

"I'm here… but… wait. Nola, come." Jackson would pet his companion and guide it all the way to the bathroom where he looked in the mirror. His eyes widened a bit as he patted his small child's face. His scrawny fast metabolic body caught his attention a little less than the long jet black curly hair that reached past his shoulders. He was around 8 or 9 years old. The little boy could just start to chuckle. And he did so. Jackson laughed looking at himself and laughed looking at his dog, Nola. His laughter excited his companion to stand on its high legs and place its arms on his shoulders wagging its tail. "Yes Nola! It's me! It's you! You're a good dog! Hahaha! Whoa!" Jackson fell back again on his butt to feel the wet nose of Nola sniffing his ears. Jacksons wide childish smile would form again as he petted the ears of the canine he was bestowed with.

Click!

The sudden clicking and turning of a lock would cause Nola to turn around and start barking. Jackson would stand up and peer his head around the doorframe molding of the bathroom. 3 Shadows and a 4th body were there, ominously poking the lock. Within a moment's notice, the door opened and the outsiders walked in. One was a heavier man with a marine style crew cut with a 5 o'clock beard shave. His hair was near silver which made it hard to distinguish his eyebrows. The body next to him was a woman with a fur coat and sunglasses. She had wavy short brown hair to flutter in the wind. She had a large brown husky dog on a leash which was a calm dog. It walked in and didn't react to Nola barking. The final person was another woman. She was built well and had long brown hair. She maintained a solemn look on her face as she entered the house with the two. The man would then kneel and put his hand out as Nola went up to him and greeted him warmly. Jackson's face lit up as he ran out with open arms.

"Daddy!" He yelled to see a half smile come upon the man in front of him. His father. "Daddy! I was waiting for you to come home…. ….. …. Who is this lady…" he whispered at the end.

"Her name is …. And she's here to prepare to take Nola to doggie training school!" Jackson's father said trailing off at the end as he looked at the two women. The second woman without the dog would try and smile as she rubbed Jackson's cheek.

"Yes JayJay, you and Nola can play with ….'s puppy here while we discuss a few things alone in the office…" The black haired woman would try to smile with a red face with red eyes as she rubbed Jackson's cheek.

Jackson smiled a bit as he was let go to play with the other puppy. From there the boy wandered back to the kitchen area with Nola while the adults would make their way to the office. The fashionista dog keeper would excuse herself for a moment from the two. But before she did, she would lay out some papers on the desk of Father's office.

(End OST)

"Ok… so I guess you two have already called it off… with one another… so…. Here is the deal. You two can sign the papers now while I take my dog, …... , to use the bathroom real quick and when we come back we can discuss the best time to take the dog away." She said.

Jackson's father solemnly nodded as his mother would place a hand over her mouth and wipe her eyes, remaining a good distance from the man. The parent's watched the woman go out to take her husky to the bathroom, before they turned back into the office with silence. Jackson's father let out a sigh before being instantly cut off by the other in the room.

"Don't you dare… I don't want to hear a single thing that comes out of your mouth! Save it for that tramp ho-bag and her run down apartment in the city! Save it! Now I'm left with Jackson and your money leaving us to starve?! We can't even afford to keep the dog anymore… not even the house! I hope you're happy Dante!" she would hiss at the man with tears finally streaming down her face.

The man just held his breath as sorrow crawled deep into his heart. "Emilia… I fucked up. I know. I fucked up. I fucked up. You don't have to tell me… let's just cooperate to get these papers signed, get the dog out of here, and just… pack this shit up and get out…"

"Cooperate? Now you wanna cooperate? When you're sneaking off on your 'business trips' or coming home late drunk mistaking me for your father, or hooking up and getting your dick sucked and fucked by some Spanish whore who has no money for shit, while I'm your WIFE with a CHILD. JACKSON. We had little Jackson! Does he mean anything to you? Does he mean anything to you Dante? Tell me… tell me you cheating son of a bitch…"

"Emilia! Shut up! Shut the fuck up for five minutes! Five minutes! I told you I fucked up! I told you! I know! I know what's happening and I know what I'm doing! I don't care! What's done is done! I love Jackson! I do… he's my son! But I knew you would want to take everything else I had… It's why you won in court Emilia… not by sheer luck, not by God's grace, not by good lawyers, but by the simple fact that you wanted to take everything I had! And you knew I came from nothing!"

"Boo hoo cry it to your parents who are disappointed in you. Your parents. My parents. My family. Your family. They are all disappointed in you. For that dolt! That slut! I hope you enjoyed every minute…. Cause now you have no son as well. Hope you are happy!"

"You're taking my son! Our son! My money doesn't mean shit in trade for the boy! And now he's gonna be raised without a father?! Well great. Let's see how he turns out, Emilia. Let's see how he turns out. When this lady comes back and we sign the papers to get the stupid dog taken away, I'm packing my shit and leaving. And you can tell Jackson it's your fault for driving his father out of the house…"

Even though Jackson was outside the house, he would be oblivious to the devastation that was aflame inside the Hart household. He looked down at Nola, at the woman with the other dog, and he sunk. Jackson would sink down to stay by his pupper wuffer looking at the other woman and her hound that she had with her. He eyed her up and down while looking at Nola.

"That's a big puppy and that lady is with her. What do you think of that Nola?" Jackson asked his dog as if expecting an answer but alas, no answer came. He would then look up as a shadow casted over him.

The fashionista lady looked down and put a hand on her hip. She lowered her sunglasses, scanning the boy for a moment before looking directly at Nola. She studied the chocolate lab before taking in a deep breath. She pecked her lips before licking them and addressing the boy softly.

"You must be Jackson? And this is Nola your parents told me about. She looks like a good dog. When did you get her?" she asked.

Jackson placed a hand on the dog's bag and looked up to the lady. "Before… before before mommy and daddy worked a lot…. A long time…!" he said confidently.

"A long time hmn? She looks like she's roughly a year. Well isn't she cute! Well, I need to go inside to see your parents. It was nice meeting you Jackson… Nola will be going with me tonight to doggy training school!" she said innocently smiling and opening up the sliding door into the house.

"Whaddaya say?" Erupted from the boy along with a head tilt. The boy couldn't believe his ears at this point. He had to make sure it was the correct order of words spoken out to him.

"Oh, didn't daddy tell you before? Nola is going to doggy training school for a while… now I need to help your parents with some stuff but we will see you tonight!" She would enter the large home and close the sliding door behind her.

Jackson looked at Nola who had her tongue out as she was happily panting in the presence of the sun and the boy himself. "Tonight….?"

(High School DxD OST - Ashita mo, Ganbarimasu)

Shrieks of bloody murder were echoing through the house. It was as if someone was getting viciously slaughtered in agony. But none was like that. Tears streamed down the cheeks of a screaming and heated Jackson as all he could do was watch. Nola was put into a portable cage and locked away from the eyes of the boy. Dante and Emilia Hart would stand solemnly and not say a word. Both parents at least six feet apart from one another. Jackson couldn't move his legs. His arms… nothing. The very essence of fear and anger pulling him back when he wanted to lunge forward.

"NOLAAA! NOLAAA! NOLAAA! NOLAAAAAAAAAAAA! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY NOLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He made eye contact with the fashionista and her indoor sunglasses. It was late at night and the woman still had more sunglasses inside the house, and it seemed to piss him off even more. He couldn't dig into her eyes… her blocked and hidden eyes.

With haste the woman would open the double doors to the Hart home and leave with Nola in the cage. The barks of the labrador weren't heard until moments after the doors closed. Jacksons salty tears would trail his lips as both parents turned and walked the other way. The boy stood there in the area between the living room, kitchen, and entry area, waiting for the woman to come back. Waiting for something. Dante Hart went to his little bedroom set up on the living room couch while Emilia went up to the master bedroom and slammed the door. Jackson stood there desolate. Desperate. No one, not even one parent to comfort him. He was consumed feeling the agony claw out his heart. Loneliness strangled his lungs. The shock didn't even suppress them. It aided in the attack on the boy's mind to slowly break the young child. With the hanging weight of the divorce of Dante and Emilia Hart, Jackson would soon be burdened with a voice in his head. The only being that he could flee to with trust and a solid ground for mental comfort and stability was gone. The parents decided to break the news to the boy that they gave away Nola on accounts of responsibility and financial anchor. Jackson would have to be surrounded by adults with black suits. Moving boxes stacking in front of him as he was forced to put toys away, his clothing away, his essentials away. Everything towered over him until all he saw from there was black. The black room, the black suits… black suit….

(End OST)

SLAP!

A single slap of thunder fired out from Koneko as her hand made contact with Jackson's face. She wasn't sympathetic at all or merciful. Her eyes were narrowed and she growled at the very being of the situation. The boy was still out cold and well, if he wasn't he would be from Koneko's slaps. The tsundere loli hissed as he was unresponsive.

"Why must weaklings slow me down?" Koneko conveyed those very words from her mouth, all is she dragged the jet black curls by his shirt. She stopped caring whether she was hurting him or not. What was the issue of the matter was getting away from the fallen angels she had knocked out.

Koneko would keep on going until she would stop straight in her tracks in front of a magic circle. It spun around glowing the Crimson Red banner of Gremory. From there Rias and Akeno would emerge from the magic circle. Rias had a straight determined face on while Akeno had her innocent smile. The two saw Koneko panting and looked down at her payload that she was carrying.

"Finally" Koneko started, "He won't even wake up, too weak to do anything. Humans..."

Rias would lay Jackson down with Akeno as she felt his head and his chest. Before it was warm, now it was growing cold. "Akeno, go and retrieve Asia immediately. I informed Issei to meet us here, he should arrive momentarily. Koneko, please tell me what happened, where is HE?"

"Yes President," Akeno would smile before disappearing in another magic circle on a trek to sniff out and return with the young Asia Argento.

Koneko would look at her superior and dust herself off a bit. She looked to Rias with comforting eyes as she was close to her. "I was walking Jackson back as ordered and HE stopped us with two fallen angels wanting to test Jackson for his prospect. It wasn't any of a fight as the dweeb bit it before he could do anything. I took down the angels in the forest. As for Mercer… he retreated. President. I couldn't sense him. How did you do it?"

"While he is a Nephilim, his way of concealing himself is different. Instead of concealing only magic, he conceals his whole existence. I felt his presence by their being an absence of a presence here. Show me where you took down the Fallen, so I may-"

"Sister Sister, it's the punching girl and the pointy pants one…" one voice called out from above.

Koneko's familiar ears twitched and had her shoot around to face it. She growled and raised her fists as another voice called out behind Rias.

"That's them alright. The flat chested broad who swings like Derek Jeter and the boner boy. Heh. And look who it is… if it isn't Rias Gremory herself. Here she is in person. Huh. Smells more spoiled than I imagined. I don't know what Mercer sees in her, or boner boy." It was the fallen angel sisters. Their wear was stained and even ripped a bit as their hair was a mess. Twigs and leaves stuck out as the fearless sisters would float above the group.

Rias' eyes were shades as she bawled her fists, "You two, allies of Jonathan Mercer, have wrongfully intruded into Gremory territory. Such is an act and declaration of war. I will give you one warning and one warning only… leave immediately or suffer at my hands…!"

"Ha! Oh aren't you so tough Princess. Let's see here for a moment. A defenseless human, self entitled snob, and a girl to pack a punch. Seems like a doable roster of devils to test out full strength upon!" The more sadistic angel smiled.

Her sister looked at them innocently concerned and trailed a hand from her breast to her chin as she looked at her sister. "Sister Sister, the lighting one is coming back with another and a boy is on his way. If Mercer was right. There seems to be one missing…"

"Looking for me?"

A light, calm voice would envelope the ears of both fallen angels. Approaching from behind, sword in hand, was Yuuto Kiba. He narrowed his eyes as his breath was more tight looking on them. He was gripping his sword with more force as he could only assume they are the reasons the human boy was out like a log. With a heavy breath, Kiba shook a bit tensely, hissing at the fallen angels. "You two were dumb enough to think you'd escape? Well, I got something else for ya…"

"Nola!" Jackson woke up with tears in his eyes. But not in the present with the Gremory peerage. No. He was far from that. The Boy found himself somewhere else. Another happy place of his mind. The Bell Labs Complex in Holmdel, New Jersey, United States. It would be night time and empty just like a scene straight out of the Monogatari series. He wiped his tears and sniffled before looking at the other tables and stools in the study area of the first floor. From there he sighed before his study tools and laptop. On Jacksons table were beautiful sketches of structures and buildings from different angles in architectural scale. Jackson's signature on each page. He felt that last 'dream' to be so real, while unaware he was trapped in his own mind. His own World….

Jackson would stand up and push in his chair as he began to wander the first floor of the empty complex. Looking in a mirror, he saw he was older than his last vision. And from there he studied his short high and tight haircut. The acne on his face occupying it like a hostile army. His double chin and stomach rolls all presented themselves to haunt him. "What…? Why am I…? What is happening to-"

The heels of women's shoes began to click and get closer, and closer, to the epicenter of the mirror and the small chubby middle schooler. A hand touched his cheer, one belonging to what one would describe as a supermodel. Aqua blue hair, dark earthy skin, ocean blue eyes and lime green nails. Her silver dress caught Jackson's eye for a moment causing him to turn and face her walking back. But upon contact, a small blue pulse of energy had occupied Jackson's eyes and entered his mind. Soon, he relaxed and expelled all thoughts of himself being older or in a possible dream paradox. All he was worried about was the sway of the woman's hips walking down the path of the first floor.

'Who was that…? She's so hot oh my goodness! I want to see her again but who is she-?' Jackson was cut off by the woman being shielded by two police officers who were approaching. Naturally seeing the boys in blue would make the boy smile, but something ominous was behind their presence. He took a step back a bit as they walked up to him, making eye contact into his soul. The Officers would put out their hands as they introduced themselves.

"Good Afternoon, my name is Officer Paxton, and this is my partner Officer Wilkes. Are you Jackson Hart?" Officer Paxton would ask

The chubby boy would silently nod to them as not wanting to lie. He was holding his breath to himself, watching as both officers looked to one another and sighed a bit. The next words stuck to Jackson's mind forever.

"Mr Hart, detectives want to speak to you down at the police station. There has been a call where a few sources wanting to remain anonymous, reported that you have made death threats against 3 girls at your middle school. Your father is already waiting for you with Detective Foxx. Would you please follow us…?" Officer Paxton was incredibly polite to the young boy as they would guide him, with his belongings, into the police car.

The boy's eyes swelled with tears in moments and his nose closed up within moments on the road. Any thought or realization of the dream had been forgotten about ever since that woman had touched his cheek.

And from there, the same woman would be on the roof of the Bell Labs complex with her arms behind her back. She stood tall looking at the driving police cruiser, and had a smile on her face. She took a deep breath, crossing her arms soon after. "If you won't submit from your present, then I will haunt you with your past. Mere mortal as yourself should think twice before being blessed with my abilities… Your past is a trifled one Jackson Hart, that pain will be your very submission into death. I'll trap you in your mind until you submit. Your own world of pain. Jackson's World..."

(High School DxD OST - Ai ga Mebaeru)

"You know the names of those girls! Well why did you make an instagram hate page, and threaten to kill these girls?! Why do you have to lie?!" A very hasty and older Sergeant Foxx would scream at the boy, unphased by the crying Victim and his father.

Dante Hart, Jackson's father, was silent. Most questions were directed at the middle schooler and not his parents surprisingly. He could only watch his boy cry, giving straight answers to the Sergeant. Angered voices of authority silencing the pleading cries of the innocent. Dante couldn't stand it much longer before he spoke up to the Sergeant and stood up in front of Jackson.

"Enough!" Dante said before calming himself and putting on a professional aura. "Sergeant Foxx, I do not doubt your professionalism or your position. I have done my time as law enforcement as an officer as well. But Let me ask you a few questions here. Because as of right now you've done nothing but attack MY son on a simple hunch or report that there is no evidence for at all. You have gone through his phone, his messages, his calls, his texts, and he forgets the password to social media in which he hasn't used in, Years, and you send two officers to pull him out of his tutoring to interrogate him like a terrorist? Jackson please leave the room."

Jackson could only nod, sobbing still, falling down at the sound of a closing door behind him. Middle School. Pathetic. Being framed for terroristic threats when he spoke to no one, called no one, interacted with no one most of this 6th grade. Pathetic…

Inside the room, Dante Hart was not going to let his first born be treated like dogshit. He wouldn't let Jackson be humiliated. The reputation for the Hart family if he let Sergeant Foxx get away with this. Dante sat in his chair with his arms crossed and began to use his own sense of security / detective work on this so-called 'detective'.

"Sergeant Foxx when did this report come in?" Dante said sternly.

"Around 2pm today." The Sergeant replied.

"I see. Now may you please read me the report in full?"

"That is classified for law enforcement and detectives office immediately"

"May you PLEASE read the report if you so feel it justified to accuse my son and humiliate him right here."

"...The report states that Jackson Hart made an instagram hate page about three teen girls in his own middle school and said, 'I'm going to kill you, and put a bullet in your head, you pieces of shit, I'm going to put you all in the dirt'. That is the end of the report, Mr Hart."

"Do you have the names of the girls who reported this 'incident' to the police department?"

"They prefer to remain anonymous."

"I see, and since my son has not been active on social media, and does not have the password, and seeing his accounts now there has been no hate page, why are you pursuing him as if he's the culprit. I'm not standing before you because of this injustice, I'm standing now because I love my son with all my heart and would take all these charges and accusations just for him to live the life he wants to. You go for his throat without mercy or any sufficient evidence that he had done such a thing, in hopes of what? What do you hope to do Sergeant Foxx? What kind of detective work is this?"

"This is what the report was about, Mr Hart. We have to take every threat seriously and follow it up immediately as it could be a vital danger to the students who attend and their families."

"Who were the girls you claim my son threatened?"

"Their names were Maya Emily's, Willow Angelica, Jennifer Steele. This does not mean they-"

"Sergeant Foxx, these girls were the ones who framed my son…" he said this before remaining silent for a moment. This may be Dante ever facing a fact, but this was for Jackson. "My son… has kept telling me these girls and some other guys. Some Collin Leonardo shitbrain and these girls are constantly being told they were mocking my son. I ignored it and even laughed… that girls were picking on MY SON. But I didn't grasp how serious it truly was. I don't know if this is a sick joke at bullying, or if these are malicious attempts of children, there is no evidence to suggest Jackson would have ever hurt these girls. I may have been a bit ignorant and I see my fault, but I just looked at the sobbing eyes of a boy who's given up, who wanted this all to end. I wasn't going to let him deal with a single more moment of this. Now Sergeant Foxx, we will be leaving on insufficient evidence and prejudice…" Dante would get up and leave the office immediately.

Crying harder from what he had heard, Jackson Hart bit down on his finger till it bled. 'Why?! Jen… she… she did this! She and her popular school bitch Willow. Why?! Cause I figured out her game?! Because I discovered she was a traitorous disgrace?! I trusted her, I told her things, I liked her…. And she… tricked me… she tricked me dammit! Jennifer fucking tricked me…! She never liked me…'

Jackson's thoughts rushed into a spiral of downfalling stress. He was ready to just give up as pain began to swell in his heart. He cried out beyond the sound of a closing door. Suddenly, an Adidas baseball cap covered Jackson's head. The soft white cloth with the smell of the inside of an airplane forced Jackson to stop crying and look up. Dante looked down on Jackson and put out his hand.

"Stand up my young man, let's go home…" Dante said softly, picking up Jackson off the ground. He would walk with his son through the police station with his arm tightly around him.

"W-W-What happened…?" Jackson asked

Dante sighed as he looked down at his boy. His very first born right then and there. "There wasn't enough evidence, So I told the Sergeant to lay off and call back when he had some support. Case should be closed. Very Unprofessional and I'm sorry you had to endure that… you were strong… just Jackson, when people have you in a corner and you know you're in the right, never give up. Ever…. Whether it be against a screaming A-hole or some girls and douchebags who think they're being sneaky, keep your head high and never show them defeat. If you do, then you lose the battle, and you lose yourself. Never lose yourself Jackson…"

"I love you dad" Jackson said sniffling.

"I love you too my beautiful son…"

Jackson would hug onto his father all the way to the entrance to the car. The door was held open by a woman officer with dark earthy skin and those ocean blue eyes. The green finger nails would gaze Jacksons attention as he looked at the hot lady officer. The eyes would almost convey very words to him. Something he always remembers in his mind around any woman.

"Remember her text that day, I never liked you…"

"That's right Jackson… she never liked you" Came from that same familiar woman who lurked every corner of Jackson's dream.

(End OST)

CLANG!

The clashing of sword and lightspear would echo as Kiba repelled an attack from the dominating sister of the Fallen Angel duo. His attacks were strong and merciless. He took no pity in scaring his enemies with such speed and precision. Koneko had no trouble with the more submissive fallen. She stood there by the treeline with her balled fists and emotionless expression.

"Your 'Sister Sister' will be busy. Great. For me." The tsundere loli approached the fallen angel fearlessly. To her it was just another pest to deal with. While Koneko was slow, she had her strategy that had saved her many times before. Using her strength in her legs. A powerful pulse shattered the ground as Koneko torpedoed into the abdomen of the submissive Fallen Angel. The very feeling of shattered ribs told her she had landed her hit in the center of mass. Also the Fallen Angel coughing up blood.

Rias would be in disarray on what to do with this human boy before her. His temperature was extremely high now and his heart seemed to be slowing down. She would sigh as there was no other choice in the matter. She deep down would know what COULD save the boy. But something held her back with him. Something would keep her from wanting to even consider such an option. Before she could feel her own breast for such an object, a magic circle appeared in front of her. Arriving was Akeno Himejima with the requested Asia Argento. Asia instantly dove down to the ground where Jackson laid unconscious and began to activate her twilight healing.

"Oh no! What happened to him! He was fine when we saw him earlier!" she said with a saddened expression healing the boy slowly to keep him stable.

"I'm afraid he is fighting a battle we have no idea about. Koneko reported that he had fallen unconscious around the time the enemy arrived. I don't know what exactly is happening with Jackson, but all we can do is protect him for now." Rias would then turn to Akeno. "Thank You Akeno, I'll stay with Asia as protection in case Mercer comes for us."

"I see. Very Well President! By the way, If Jackson here is falling to his boo boo's then how about you maybe consider-" Akeno started her idea until Rias shut it down.

"I refuse. Akeno, I am glad you wish this boy's survival as well. If he were to die, not only would there be trouble with my family, but us as a club, and our cover. This isn't a simple supernatural death we can cover up. He is human and has a family like us. I would be ignorant If I said they wouldn't care about him gone." Rias replied knowing the full extent of this conversation.

"If you wish for him to live then simply make him one of us. What you argued supports just that. I wouldn't mind having another cute boy running around for us… under our command. Oh My Oh My… just thinking about it… where do these boys come from… fufufu~"

"Akeno. Reincarnating him against his will, while he clearly stated his stance is beyond disrespect. This is a Prospect of Avalon and a vital asset to us. He would make no use as a servant or connection if he were to despise me for my choices. As much as I would want another Prospect to my name, even I'm not greedy and selfish enough to take advantage of Jackson at his low."

"Well then, President. You do care for the boy's inner thoughts very much. Very commendable I must say. But if you say Asia has got it and he will survive this, I know better than to question your judgment." Akeno said with a smile. "Oh and look who it is…? Like I said, where are all these cute boys falling from?"

RINGRING! RINGRING!

The Bell of a bicycle would capture everyone's attention, bringing the battlefield to a halt. The bike itself would be barreling towards the contenders with Issei as its rider. He would be pedalling like there is no tomorrow.

"It ain't over till the fat tiddies sing!" Issei would have his gauntlet on his hand as it was gripped to the bike. A face of determination would occupy his face as he approached the Fallen Angel facing Kiba. 'Big jubblies at 12 o'clock! If I take her down, maybe… Just maybe I can get a special reward from the President! Awwww Hell YEAAAAAH!' A famous Issei smile also followed.

"Issei!" Rias would turn her head with a smile as she saw him.

Koneko rolled her eyes as she had the submissive Fallen Angel in an armbar. "Of all the acronyms his perverted mind could come up with…"

The dominant fallen would proceed to make a brief tactical retreat in order to get a full roster of the battlefield. This was all a mess now. The person they were originally supposed to 'test' was passed out having a stroke and on top of that, the sisters were compromised by the Gremory peerage at full force. They were outnumbered, outpowered, and out of luck. The dominant Fallen Angel hissed as she would see everyone in front of her.

"Didn't count on the entire brat's line to make a guest appearance. Tch. Guess that's what I get for following Mercer into Gremory territory. Let's up our ante. If pointy pants over their wants to stay dead, then I guess I'll have to make you all my little pets instead… starting with you…" she would point to Issei with a very similar and familiar look on her face. One of sadists lust and trickery desire.

"Oh yeah?!" Issei would summon his Red Dragon Boosted Gear. It looked simple in design and almost like a toy. This wouldn't deter the brunette as he was in a stance that drove his overly cocky attitude. But this attitude was justified and fueled by something. The prospect of a possible reward being issued upon victory. "Try and make me your pet! I dare you!" Issei kept his cool approaching until he felt something in his legs. Frozen and stuck. The rest of his body tensed up with rapid heartbeat as the very look of a certain fallen angel echoed through his mind. The sadistic look of a killer. The one who had very much sent him in the very position he was in. 'She…. S-She looks exactly like…'

"May I ask you something Issei…? Would you… die… for me…?"

Shell shocked before an audience, Issei felt himself unable to move. Unwilling to move. No matter how hard his mind tried to focus on the possible reward, the pervert wouldn't budge. His breath was tight as he attempted to conceal his fear. But to those veteran to the supernatural, Issei's fear made him a deer in headlights. The cackles of the dominant fallen would only make this worse.

Rias would narrow her eyes and slowly bitter at her servant being threatened. But there was too much going on. "Your luck of my patience is growing thin… I will give you one last warning in my fragile courtesy to Jonathan Mercer. Both of you retreat immediately or I will personally see to handling you two…"

Koneko had the submissive fallen taken care of. Kiba was ready to engage the dominant enemy again. Asia was attempting to heal Jackson while Rias herself kept her eye on him the whole time. He was technically her responsibility. Akeno was also with them to protect Asia. Unless Rias directly ordered, she saw no immediate reason to engage as the peerage seemed to have gotten this covered.

"This is your servant Gremory? The one who just peed his tighty whities right now! HA! HAHAHA! Oh what a fine little pet he would make. I'm already picking out color's of leashes in my head. He seems as if his obedient would be more or less…. Everlasting! AHAHAHAHA!"

'No…. why…. Why is this happening? Why now…? Fallen Angels… I… I'm not scared of those sons of bitches! I… I can't be…. I defeated her myself but… why… why is she in my head… that voice… that look in her eyes… S-Snap out of it, Issei!' Issei would argue with himself mentally. While he has overcome Raynare in his past, the very essence of one's killer would shake any victim. "No…. I… I can barely speak…. All my words are a whisper… this has never happened before? Why is this happening to me? What is happening to me…? Hello? Can anyone hear me…?"

"Wah?!"

Jackson had awakened once again back at the table in his little Hudson & Co. restaurant happy place. Once again, the atmosphere was relaxed but with silence all around, the comfort of a dining booth would be welcomed to the sense of touch. In front was a smooth dining table around in a "U" shape. A small lantern hung low providing light in this restaurant. Everything was so clean and spotless. In front, through the open blinds of the restaurant was the downtown skyline of New York City. Better yet, It was night time. To the left of was sports bars and some TV's and to the right the booth wall where other booths would be connected. Jackson curled into the booth as the chest pain was worse along with the emptiness in his stomach from his memories. 'She never liked you.' Echoed. 'Mommy and Daddy love you all the same… it's just…' … 'It's all your fault Dante!' … 'I love you my beautiful son…' …. 'I never liked you…'

…

"Not worth my time…."

…

Jackson let out a sigh as those memories weren't thoughts, but voices. Amplified vocal voices. But through his willpower and ability to move on, they were shut down. The pain was subsiding as well.

The restaurant was now empty as some aspects of it seemed a little sloppy and a little out of place. His friends weren't there… the customers or the hot waitress. Desolation and emptiness filled the space and cluttered the air for a confused Jackson to explore. "How the hell am I here...? What is this?"

The jet black curls soon left the booth and looked around. The night sky had a darker pitch to it than usual that contrasted to ink. The TV's of the sports bar cracked a bit and lost their light. Jackson was able to breathe more around as he ventured around the dining area of this restaurant. 'This is some sort of dream…? Has to be. Otherwise this would be beyond fucked… lemme just…' He proceeded to count his fingers. 10. His thumb made contact with the palm of his hand and pushed on it. Resistance. 'They fail the dream test… this… this is some kind of reality…? My reality? How?'.

"This is your world"

That same voice that has haunted him so through each memory. The one that showed him his parents violent divorce, his closest comfort pet taken, his peers turning on him. HER. Jackson quickly turned around as he jumped out of fear. Such fear and weakness allowed for the chest pain to resume.

"Hrn!" Jackson gripped his chest hard. He soon looked up to the woman in front of him. "Who are you…? What is all this?!"

The woman across from him once again flashed her beautiful earthly skin. Her hair was aqua blue, but now was turning brown in weakening. She was silent. Her ocean blue eyes stared into conquering Jackson's puppy brown eyes. They looked upon one another as if ready to draw revolvers like an old western movie. Just waiting for each other to make a move. Jackson felt the pain in his chest and his memories weigh on him, but that didn't stop him from taking a deep breath and keeping his head up at this woman. The woman wearing nothing but a silk cloth and a flower crown slowly began to approach the boy.

"You are a stubborn one, Jackson Hart. But to entertain you I will yield to your question. This here… is your world… Jackson's world. For myself? I am Gaia, The World. And you Jackson Hart, peak my interest in pursuing life after emotional pain…", she said with a straight face, closing the distance between the two.

Jackson narrowed his eyes, "My world…? Well…. If….. if it is my world… then I guess I have to make the most of it. I don't care what has happened. What's done is done. I move forward."

"Well then… carry on moving forward, human…" Gaia would then press her leafy green nails on the boy's forehead sending him into another tribulation of emotional trauma. Then for a second she would turn her head as she felt the presence of a familiar beast entering the area. A certain dragon emperor was pulling her attention to a mental thought. 'Can that be….? Not of my importance. I need to finish this human and move on…'

"Gahuh!" Jackson found himself flung against a toilet in the stall of a bathroom. It was clean like the freshly packaged soap block. It smelt fresh of flowers and had peaceful Jazz music over the soft ceiling speakers. The stall was small but also roomy for young Jackson at the time, as the tall peach colored walls were reaching near the ceiling. Something was off about this place and this reality. Jackson was more conscious this time and not under the spell that his world was given. Though his memories grew fuzzy until he looked at himself. He was undressed from the waist down with his manly johnson in his right hand. As much as he was confused at first, he melted into the memory of this day… that day… everything that unfolded. 'Oh no… this… no… I can't go fuzzy here… I… I don't wanna go through this again! NO GOD LORD PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS-!'

Creaaaaaaaaaaaak…

The sounds of the bathroom door opened as this was now Jackson's world. His mind was submitting to the flow of time while an inch of space held onto his sentience. The bathroom grew silent as Jackson would be sitting on the toilet holding his break. A pair of white nike sneakers slithered into the stall next to him and stopped. Silence deafened the noise in the bathroom once again. According to this memory, beforehand, little Jackson was 'taking care of himself' below the waist before he could return to a family dinner. So that he resumed to do. The trance of this reality controlled the boy's mind while a section of it attempted to grab sentience over fate. But fate fell upon as the noises made from Jackson's stall attracted the monstrosity next to him. A slithering predator dragged its shoes out of the stall and in front of Jacksons. His faith was only in the plastic lock as his eyes scanned the opening cracks, to be met with the eyes of an older man.

"Hhh." Jackson exhaled a bit scared. A set of hazel blue eyes stabbed his memory and permanently carved itself in their. The stranger, the man, the predator, the hunter, turned Jackson to prey with a single look.

'... N-No. …. I…. No!... I CAN FIGHT- …..' The internal screams of Jackson trying to attain victory over this reality was silenced. The strangers pants united with his ankles and floor as he held his own breeding parts. Similar noise Jackson's 'session' made was echoing through the other side of the stall at a fast pace. Slapping of skin like an audience clapping sent the boys eyes to shrink. His breath was being held and the curly's back pressed against the back of the toilet. There was no escape. He couldn't run. His mouth failed to scream. What would screaming do? What would trying to run and escape do? Jackson became the definition of prey. The wounded gazelle prowled in a den by the hungry tiger. A bleeding seal in the range of a great white shark. All he could do was watch as the walls closed in.

"..."

"..."

"..."

PANG!

The stall echoed in impact as such a sound forced little kid Jackson further against the toilet seat. A gasp left his mouth as trembling began in his limbs as both of his minds pointed towards a fate no one should ever suffer through.

PANG!

Another strike at the stall door echoed throughout the bathroom. The plastic lock waiving the white flag on its last structural leg. The stall shook and swayed with the heavy strike. No one was planned to enter the restroom then, no one else was currently in there but the predator and his prey.

POOM! PANG!

Jackson couldn't move. He couldn't scream or resist in any manner. Help wasn't there. His god wasn't there. No mother, no father, no police officer or good samaritan! No one! The guardian piece of plastic shattered before his eyes, unleashing hell of its opportunities. The moment the tiger now had the moment to feast. The shark has now hunted the seal to its end. No remaining barrier between the little chubby boy, and the seething stranger. No noise. No air, no strength to do anything as hair clasp hands ripped him off his cradling pose.

'I can't…!'

The rest of his clothes were whipped off him with no mercy. Could this stranger have more consideration as to how he removed his prey's clothing? Could he have at least been nicer before this heinous act? It was all too fast for Jackson to process. By the time he was able to maybe think of a single moment of time, his hands and knees felt the cold reality of the floor.

'I can't! I… I… won't…..!'

A floor that had no say in whether is consented in hosting this deed. The stranger would raise the boys behind to his waist level. Jackson couldn't recall such a look in his eyes as the floor was his only comfort.

'No….. please…..'

The bolts in the toilet had more peace in a lifetime. They welcomed the boy to their world of being used as the civil war of mine ended with Jackson closing his eyes, and remembering this fate.

To

Be

Continued...

Well hello there beautiful people! How have you been? As of recently there have been some switches of interest regarding writing, writers, and other business. But have no fear. Here is the second part of this second to last Season 1 arc. I have started college and my major is very demanding. Also my life consists of other things that keep me busy and stimulate me all the time. Writing I've made sure to get in when I can. So yeah. Based. Anywho let's get into the mojo.

Here we have the second part of "Jackson's World". While this is an internal conflict that revolves around the beginning and growing of our american boy, I decided to also tune in another section of the spotlight to the one and only Issei! While he is a basic written character, I plan to break him open and add more relatable qualities and traits while keeping the major players that make Issei, well... Issei. Example is his frozen fear. Even though he has overcome Raynare, anyone would be fearful to face the things that look exactly like their killer. Especially if it's more powerful. While Issei is a devil, he still has much to overcome which gives him a good tying point into the series.

Also I each linebreak is usually a timeskip, location change, timechange, or POV change. I tried to be more specific with labelling which events are going on at the same time. So everything there is on the same time length. Yeah. But now we met the culprit behind Jackson's internal conflict and what it is. From there we see how Jackson reacts to each trial and tribulation he is put through and where it gets him. I am trying to juggle life and writing and other things. I love this gem of a series and I plan fully on continuing especially taking over. But yeah. Hopefully I'll see yall on the next one!