Cry Havoc Chapter 4: Did Yuuma-chan really fall from Heaven?, a high school dxd/ハイスクールd×d fanfic

Cry Havoc

An idiom: to warn of danger

Note: Forgot to put Ddraig under the Love Interest Tab/Added some changes towards the ending based on that/Removed "Toujou" from Kuroka's name

Upped the rating (not sure why I put T in the first place)

Rated M for handholding

Intermission: Raynare

The Overseer of the Sekiryuutei soared above the skyline, invisible to the human eyes and any sensor equipment. It was something she learned under the tutelage of Azazel, who, unlike most factions, embraced and praised human technology. She, however, was on an impromptu mission: find what the Fiend of the Slash/Dog team was doing in her temporary territory.

The Fiend's name was Shigune Nanadaru. The biracial blonde was a sneaky one and was much stronger than herself in many respects, including espionage. The Fallen hadn't realized it was Shigune Naradaru at the dessert stand until she heard the creature in her pocket after their second meeting. The woman wasn't as sneaky as she believed herself to be. It didn't stop Raynare from cursing herself for not noticing the Fiend's signature eyes.

However, her beloved Azazel wouldn't fail to mention a "secret" check-up from them. 'Would he?' Though, that was because she was usually up to top-secret operations, despite her low ranking. She shook her head and doubt away, continuing her search.

Coming to a sudden stop, the 4-winged Fallen felt the overwhelming presence of the Shigune's sacred creature. The black-haired woman nosedived towards it. On the way, she noticed the once-maid standing just outside a shrine. There was a fake smile plastered on the blonde's expression.

With a great beat of her wings, Raynare broke her fall in an instant.

"Good evening, Raynare," said Shigune in an even voice. It lacked the nervousness of their previous two meetings.

Raynare bit back her sarcasm and her other emotions, "Nanadaru... sama, if I had known you were coming, I would've prepared housing and other necessities."

"Oh!" The half-European woman's tone and expression shifted perfectly to convey surprise then disinterest with a twinge of apology. "Don't mind lil ol me, I'll be out in a bit, I swear it."

"But I insist—"

A black cat teleported between them. "Two faceless dolls meeting, nyan~?" Based on the feminine voice, the cat was a woman. She had two tails rather than one, hinting that she was a rare Nekomata. There was a moment where the wind stopped.

It was then they both realized they had been transported to a new area. The land was an almost perfect copy. It was devoid of life besides the three and the sky appeared to be an ever-shifting blender of colors.

"Gotcha by surprise, did nya?" Both Raynare and Shigune refuse to react negatively, only turning to stare at her blankly. "Hey, don't blame me," the black cat sat up on her hind legs, "you were flaring your... sacred gear fiend thing, nyan~" The cat sent a glare towards the perpetrator, Shigune. Her tone and body language veered into irritation, "Yasaka-sama would appreciate it if you didn't."

The wielder of one of the Four Fiends [Sacred Gears] smiled before turning to her pocket. "Poh, you can stop now, okay? I feed you later for a job well done." A gurgle reverberated from it. The false widened to a true smile at the sound. However, it reverted as she faced them, "Forgive my rudeness."

The cat's glare lasted for a few more seconds. Afterward, she relented and said, "So, what's the occasion, Fallen couple?" Despite the fact Shigune was human, she was still considered 'Fallen' since her team operated within the Fallen Angel's faction. And so, the two of them shared a look.

Raynare was the first to break the staring contest. From within her throat, she held back an annoyed scoff. Instead, she furled her wings into her back and responded, "The wielder of newly awakened Longinus is allied with us. I've been meaning to make contact, but nothing's been working."

The disinterested black cat yawned lazily, "Nyaaa~, sorry for the trouble, and thanks for the heads up I guess." The Nekomata looked up at the blonde magician, "And you?"

"I just dropped by to sightsee and," a slender finger flicked out to point at the Fallen, "train my Kouhai." Raynare refused to ground her teeth together in annoyance. As much as she tried to look passive, the other two occupants of the subspace knew otherwise.

"Nanadaru-sama, I'm more th—"

"Ah ah ah~" the woman tilted her head a perfect 30 degrees, smiling all the while. "But, if Azazel-sama asked me?"

"But uh A—" The black-haired woman stumbled over her words, "A-Azazel-sama would've told me."

The smile twitched on the Sacred Fiend user's face, "Your Uncle hinted at conflict to come. I couldn't call myself your 'Senpai' if I didn't make sure you were sufficiently prepared, now could I?"

Her version of 'oh my' released as "Nya nya?" And as the last syllable slipped through the Nekomata's mouth, immense pressure filled the air. "You're bringing conflict to Yasaka-sama's home?"

"Oh goodness gracious, no," Shigune raised hands in surrender. "Your little civil war you've tried to keep hidden and your oh-so secret meeting with the Devils is what I'm prepping her for."

The ground shook around them, increasing in magnitude. It got to a point where Raynare had to go airborne so she wouldn't struggle to stand. Her 'Senpai' was completely fine under the cat's influence. At that sight, the Fallen had to fight against her glare. Azazel-sama had told her he had no intentions to annoy the Kyoto faction in detail!

Knowing her, the blonde probably knew she was doing but Raynare didn't like it. Shigune was practically poking a hornet's nest, somewhat literally, knowing the many forms of Japanese Youkai that could exist.

"You dare?"

"No no, I wouldn't 'dare.' However," from the pocket she had spoken to earlier resounded a burp and two male figures covered in drool shot out between the trio, "it's well within my rights to ask why people are suddenly attacking me, no?"

The pressure continued to build as the cat's eyes squinted at the two. It climbed to the point that Raynare's bones rattled in her flesh.

"Alright-nya," the black cat released her control on the summoned dimension, and they returned to Earth. "You have my thanks."

The permanent smile on Shingune's face widened, "It was nothing. Does that mean I can stay a little longer?" A shiver went up Raynare's spine at the question. She had a bad feeling about it.

"Nya suppose so~"

"I'll be keeping tabs on you, Fallen." Having said her piece, the black cat slinked back into the darkness.

In between school, searching for Issei and keeping tabs on his parents, Raynare was dragged off to be trained by the strongest Sacred Fiend user.

During the first session, the Fallen Angel noticed how much stronger she was just by absorbing leaking Dragon Energy from Issei's surroundings and aura. It influenced her output to be more aggressive and yet flowed through her body with ease.

It was then she also felt the signs of a third pair of wings about to manifest.

Similar to those she felt when her beloved Azazel mentioned her power many years ago, at the time, her energies kept fluctuating, throwing her body, mental and emotional state into disarray. Also, her emotional state wouldn't let her sit still as her thoughts ran amok. It made it challenging to play the part of a cute middle schooler... Though, it helped to sell some of the more passionate or sentimental actions.

'Already?!' Usually, it would take decades for an angel to go from two pairs to three pairs of wings. It had only been two years since she materialized her second pair!

After surviving against the gross (how Shingune found the creature cute was beyond Raynare) 'fiendification' of the sin, Gluttony, many times, Raynare awakened her authority of sin: Lust. The Fallen Angel also attained her third pair of wings and an incomplete black halo, exploding with power all the while.

Unlike the explosive growth she experienced during the sprouting of her second pair of wings, the darker aspects of her Fallen Angel blood were enhanced. Previously, it was the "holier" facet that took precedence in her hallowed body. Now, her opposing sides were at a perfect balance, one only feasible due to the invisible death of Yahweh and her status as a twelfth generation Fallen Angel.

Since then, her Awakened Virtue of Charity slowly began melding against and yet repelling her newly Awakened Sin of Lust within the fibers of her soul.

Nevertheless, Shigune's Sacred Fiend still easily wiped the floor with her. The blonde had also lied about being 'out in a bit,' something the Fallen would grumble every time she was spat onto the cold ground. Internally, of course. She would never give Shigune the satisfaction... nevermind the fact the Fiend had licked her fingers at the sight of Raynare saliva all over her body on more than one occasion.

Issei set his eraser down. "A-Ah, I think I got it down now."

The boy tried his best not to glance over at his girlfriend, who laid on his bed.

Her head hung off the bed towards him. Her hair was done up with a white and pink ribbon, giving the appearance of shorter black hair. It also served to give him the perfect view to look up her slim, white t-shirt while the girl shifted about. Her pink shorts, which weren't too short by themself, were furled up, or down, her delectable thighs with the force of gravity. Her bent knees bounced back and forth. Beside her, her pink phone played some instrumental music. It was peaceful and just quiet enough to not be distracting.

"See! I knew my Ise could do it." Her upside-down smile was as perfect as usual... maybe even more so since her lips looked... glossier than usual.

"Ehehe..." He scratched at the back of his head.

'H-Had Yuuma only gone home to "clean-up" herself?'

Nonetheless, she wasn't wrong. English seemed to be her best subject since she had explained it so well to him. Not to say her ability to teach him the other subjects was lacking! It was probably his own misgivings, dragging her down...

The grip on his pencil tightened.

Yuuma didn't let that go unnoticed. Her shining purple eyes narrowed at the action even. Afterward, she rolled onto her front and called out to him, "Ise?"

It snapped out of his thoughts, "Yeah?"

"That's all your homework, right?"

The brown-haired boy blinked down to a small pile of papers beside the paper he had just finished. "Y-Yeah, I guess so."

"I see."

Suddenly, the air between them grew tense with awkwardness as silence filled the atmosphere. He had never been alone in his room with a person of the opposite gender. And, based on Yuuma's fidgeting, she hadn't either until now.

Since it was his home, he figured he'd start the conversation. He was basically the host. However, a knock rattled the door to his room. Following it, his mother beat him to the punch, saying, "I have some snacks and drinks again!"

Yuuma and Issei shared an almost tired smile. His mother had dropped by thrice before with the same words. The housewife really couldn't make it any more obvious that she was stalking them. Though, it wasn't out of malicious intent, so they bore it with ease and a small laugh every time she left.

"K-Kaa-san, you know, dinnertime is coming by soon, right?"

"O-Oh." They all looked out his window, where the light of the setting sun lit the gold yellow curtains. "Since I already made this, I'll just leave this here, ok? It's okay if you don't eat it." She didn't wait for a response, picking up the tray and cups from her previous drop off. "Yuuma-chan, you can stay over too. If you do decide to, make sure to tell your parents and get their permission!"

"A-Ah, okay but I proba—"

"Don't have too much fun!" And like the wind, the overbearing mother flew out the room to start dinner.

"...Sorry about her." Issei sent her an apologetic look.

In return, the ravenette smiled at him, then yawned.

It was then he noticed the way her pale breasts pressed themselves between her arms and against his bed. His throat grew drier at the sight. He was especially parched at the hem of her shirt riding upwards as his girlfriend stretched.

The girl rose, sat cross-legged, and crossed her arms under her budding bust. "Ise?"

He couldn't shift his line of sight from said bust yet. "Yes, Yuuma?" His gaze followed her hand that trailed around her chest and up to her face. It was then he met her smile. Although it was a bit different from her usual smile, it was no less perfect.

Her permanent blush was deeper than normal. Her violet eyes, nearly half-lidded, seemed to glow with an intense feeling. It was one he wasn't sure if he wanted a confirmation on. The smile that sat upon her lips, however, almost confirmed the unasked question.

"Do- D-Do you wanna kiss?" Immediately, her blush bloomed. Her watery eyes wavered between him and anywhere else. Unconsciously, her body shifted towards and away from him with each glance.

She need not even ask.

And so, without a word, he swiftly approached. His sudden speed took the girl aback. Yuuma went as far as to even pull back from him. However, it didn't stop him.

Stopping only as he draped his body over hers, his arms bent at a 45-degree angle beside her head. Their legs were like intertwined fingers, but all the more intimate. The warmth shared between their thighs, the slight trembling of his as he held himself up and the shivering of Yuuma's since the difference in heat, he ignored it.

"Yuuma," Issei started softly, lowering himself a bit more, "Are you sure?" He asked more so the girl could prepare herself. He could see her status after all. Initially, the girl had meant to tease him. However, it had shifted to a curiosity about what his reaction could be. It was one he was even more willing to sate and take further than she intended.

It took all his willpower to force back his smirk.

"W-Well," the girl squirmed. Since she was locked into place, she stilled before releasing a faint "...yes."

And thus, he lowered his head.

At the first touchdown, there were no exaggerated noises, rush to deepen, or any other passionate actions. Thankfully, he timed the shift of his nose correctly, opposite to her own. The first kiss was short-lived, simple, and honestly, severely lacking.

Yuuma's pouting lips seemed to agree.

Before he knew it, he lowered his head once more. The difference being he had put in a bit more force. Yuuma seemed to appreciate it, pressing back, and shutting her eyes. Following suit, he closed his eyes. He pulled one arm beneath her hips. On a whim, he draped his hand near the base of her spine, just above the rim of her shorts, and gave her a ghostly caress, careful to not press his luck too much.

"Ohm~"

The raven-haired beauty under him gave a small moan. Her status flickered a mile per second. All the while, she stiffened against him.

At the noise, Issei's caramel eyes flew open so he could capture her expression and sear it into memory. His eyes widened, and his lips slowly formed into an unconscious smirk, as he pulled away. He refrained from verbally teasing her even as he watched the saliva between them split. Instead, he leaned on his other arm, using the hand from it to brush her bangs from her face.

The reprieve allowed for Yuuma to gather herself and press back. Because he had felt up her skin (no matter how little it actually was), she felt it was her right to do the same. Her hands gathered under the front of his shirt. It was where she stroked his forming abs. At first, the touch came with hesitance. However, as their eyes matched unyielding gazes, the confidence within the girl grew.

Unlike his normal boisterous self, the Sekiryuutei said nothing. Then, for the third time, he lowered himself.

Throughout the kiss, their hot and heavy breaths brushed against one another. Their touches became more and more wanton. Issei's hands were especially faint, not even trying to grope a feel for her breast or the roundness of her backside. It would make his night if he could get her to moan like previously. Ironically, Yuuma's hands moved with far more fervor. Leaving no crevices untouched, it was almost like she was searching for something in all his upper body.

Soon, one deep kiss became another, then a few. Until ultimately, they laid beside one another out of breath.

"I-Ise..."

The boy rolled onto his shoulder towards the girl with a satisfied grin. "Y-" Issei huffed slightly, "yeah?"

"Where...?"

From between his nearly bruised lips, a giggle slipped out before he could stop it. Yuuma began to pout. He held his hands up in mock surrender. "Sorry sorry. But honestly, I got nothing."

"Certainly didn't feel like it."

He reached out to her nearest hand and grasped it. He then whispered into her ear, "I really liked it though." The warmth in his heart bloomed when she intertwined her fingers with his and squeezed. She gave no words. Instead, she slid into his arms and snuggled. Then she followed up with "Mhh, warm."

His cheeks felt the strain of the near-permanent grin on his lips. He couldn't help it though! His lil Yuuma was far too perfect!

He did the only thing he could think of and pressed their foreheads together, where their noses barely brushed one another. Every breath and movement each other made; both would feel. Soon, their pounding heartbeats and breathing synchronized and evened out.

All the while, they shared each other's loving gaze.

After a few moments, Issei sucked in an especially deep breath. The Red Dragon Emperor muttered, "I love you, Yuuma."

While Yuuma's lips parted to respond, he fought back the urge to glance over her status. For one, it would require him to break the eye lock between them. "Is- Issei, I love you too." Despite the lack of comfort from the permanent statuses, he trusted her sincere words.

Unlike earlier, it was her who moved in for a kiss, so he relinquished his control. All the while, she pressed him down until he was under her. Much like the first kiss, it was pleasant without any of the more recent physical passion. However, that was before her hands drifted across his flushed skin once more. Rubbing areas that made him shiver, and slowly deepening the kiss, Yuuma thrived. She grew thirstier on the power over him.

His left hand twitched.

Yuuma gave a sharp gasp, turning to him. His teeth had sunk into her exposed skin, where her shoulder met her neck, without piercing. At his smirk, her eyes narrowed with mirth.

Then, she gave a shaky breath as his hands groped around her upper body. Acclimating to the feeling, she leaned down to his ear and nibbled. The heave of air he gave at it drew more confidence from the raven beauty. Her dark hair draped over him, shrouding their vision in darkness, littered with beams of lights. Both the light and the brushes of hair tickled his skin.

One of his hands brushed the curtain of hair to the side. Sudden light caused their pupils to dilate. They both paused to admire each other's eyes, flushed skin, and the pounding of hearts.

"Issei..."

"Yuu—"

"Dinner's ready!" A voice rumbled through the flooring and fell upon deaf ears. Almost.

"—ma." Despite everything, he pushed her away softly, "Y-Yuuma, Kaa-san is calling." His smile turned inward. Most people wouldn't expect him to show self-control... Nor, that perfectly shy, cute, and much too beautiful Yuuma would be so bold.

"A-Ah..." The girl's blush deepened as she held out a tentative hand. At which, he helped her up, "Thanks."

As she made her way to the entrance, Issei got an idea. "Wait for a second." The boy rummaged through his closet. He pulled out a hoodie and tossed it to her. "You probably feel a little chilly." Nevermind the fact, it would help explain her flushed skin and hide her wrinkled shirt. He then pulled one for himself.

The girl picked on that notion, clutching the folded hoodie to her chest, embarrassed. "Y-, yes, probably."

"Let me help."

"Alright."

Oddly, she decided to keep her long black hair within the hoodie, instead of draping it behind her. The hair piled up a little and puffed outwards before it fell into the garment, giving her hair the appearance of a shorter style. Since the hoodie was fairly oversized on her, she seemed smaller than she actually was. Her violet eyes wavered as they met his caramel eyes.

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'Yup, definitely saved for the rest of my life!'

The taller boy approached her and raised a hand to her face. Instead of flinching away or shying away, the girl peered up at him questioningly. Issei continued on with a smile and brushed away some of her loose bangs. "There. Ready for dinner?" Internally, his heart thumped loudly. Holy fuck, was his Yuuma the cutest or what?

The girl returned a nod. After a moment of silence, she realized what she agreed to. "W-Wait, let me notify O-Otou-sama!"

"Ok ok." Issei nodded, "I'll be right outside, waiting, ok?"

'Actually, I'll be listening from outside the door...'

"Un!"

In the end, he heard nothing except her footsteps approaching the door. He quickly panicked to the other end of the hallway. Unknowingly, his alarmed footfalls gave him away to Yuuma. However, she decided to hide it.

Instead, she said, "I can stay for dinner."

"Cool, cool." Issei coolly played off his panic, coolly, and made his way down the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, she grinned. It was the right move to hide the conversation.

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About halfway through dinner, Issei finally realized what was missing since thirst dried his throat. "Okaa-san, you forgot the drinks- don't worry, I'll get them!"

Issei's mother blinked at the boy's words. "Pardon me..." Her eyes, the same warm color as her son, turned to Yuuma, "I was too excited to have Yuuma-chan over." The woman ended with a small laugh. Her husband joined her not long later.

Yuuma shared it, "I'm not that big of a deal..." She dragged it off, noticing Issei was similar to his mom. It was a fact she found endearing.

Her boyfriend returned, pouring, and passing everyone their drinks. He turned to her and with a dramatic flair befitting him, he said with a forearm across his lower ribs, "And, for you, Ojou-sama!"

Said 'princess' played along, giggling into her hand, "Why thank you, Alfred." The family took the joke well, laughing cheerfully. It was hard to not recognize the common western name for a butler.

Issei's father, however, chose to ignore the pleasant atmosphere and cut in with "Sooo, Yuuma-chan, you're moving to Kuoh for the prestigious high school there, right?"

Issei spat the water he was drinking all over his food. "O-Otou-san!" His father's status had switched gears so fast that he couldn't finish his glance over it. His rapid reading forged from weeks of practice glancing over status, combined with his increased INT stat, made reading practically effortless.

'Geez...' His dad was certainly something else.

On the other hand, his mother sighed and gave a minor chop to the back of Masaru's head. "You know Yuuma-chan isn't like our son."

"A-Ah, my bad." Like father, like son, the grown man scratched at the back of his head with a short laugh. "But still, all the way over to Kuoh?"

The girl didn't respond immediately. Instead, her gaze fell to her lap, where her index fingers fiddled with one another. The moment of silence soon turned into one of awkwardness.

"...S-Sorry, it wasn't by choice." Her short status expressed her sincerity.

"J-Just ignore Otou-san!" Issei hmphed. "I already explained everything to him."

"W-Well, Ise, sometimes you suck at explaini—ow!" The man swerved to his wife, whose hand was still raised in the air.

"Masaru! Zip it!"

"Doesn't he though?"

Miki started her reply by slapping the back of his head again. "That's beside the point! Lay off Yuuma, you buffoon!" The couple continued to bicker like best friends or a newlywed couple. "I swear, you're always so..."

Beside Yuuma, Issei had facepalmed. "Nice to see your vote of confidence, Kaa-san..."

"You're just... better at other stuff," said Yuuma, getting over herself at the sight of his sorry state.

"Not you too!"

"I mean it though!" The sports star rose to her full height, drawing herself into his space, "I do really!"

Recuperating at his disbelief since Yuuma had actually raised her beautiful voice, the boy rose. He shoved his chair back in the process, meeting her intense gaze, "You're just saying that!"

"Stop being a dummy and believe in your girlfriend who just tutored you!"

"W-Well, I shouldn't need tutoring in the first place!"

"It's okay though?! You've gotten so much better by yourself!" Her soft hands stole his, tugging him towards her. She had enough of his self-pity! "You can rely on me now! Especially since I'll be..." Her words died in her throat, her head turned away, and her hands released him.

"Yuuma—" He racked his mind, panicking. He decided, "sorry, I'm still not used to relying on others."

The girl silently sat back down and ate.

"Y-Yuuma..."

A tap on his shoulders drew his attention. It was his mother. She simply shook her head and helped him into his chair. And so, glumly, he finished his dinner. He'd occasionally peek at Yuuma from the corner of his eyes, only for his disappointment to build up at each one.

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"...S-So my dad won't let me go back home unless I walk you home."

Issei wasn't joking. While the father had felt bad for bringing the conversation down initially, his son was the one to keep it down. Masaru would rather disown Issei than have Yuuma mad at his idiot son... mostly joking, of course.

"Pfft—" Immediately, Yuuma stifled her giggle, pouting behind a hand and glancing towards him. It was where she caught his grin.

"Hehe, gotcha!"

The girl turned away from him with a "Hmph!" and quickened her steps.

"H-Hey, I'm not joking," Quickly, panic replaced his bright expression. The brunet jogged to catch up to her. "Honest!" Seeing her slow back down, he couldn't help but have his smile return.

There was a bit of silence, mixed with wayward glances from the boy. The silence didn't last long since it was bothering Issei enough to get over himself and speak up, "You remember my muscles?" His lips formed a shit-eating smirk as Yuuma turned away with flushed cheeks. "Wanna see where I got them?"

The girl's status flared with life. While her body language conveyed none of it, she was cautious and shocked at the offer. None of the persistent (?)'s were present. At that, he was shocked but quickly hid it.

"...Like at a gym?"

"Nope!" Issei grabbed her hand, tugging her slightly, "my little secret arena!" He, however, was glad that she wasn't resisting. It would've been a little awkward if she had. Though, he was pretty sure she wasn't mad at him.

About halfway to his training grounds, he finally got her to crack that facade on top of her usual facade. Yuuma was finally back to talking with him. Since they were alone as well, she was back to teasing him and prodding him about his muscles she had previously felt up.

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"Sooo, what are we doing behind the library all by ourselves?" Yuuma asked with a wink and a tilt of her head.

At the look, he threw back a wry smile. Combined with what Yuuma's status showed, his qualm only deepened. This place wasn't unfamiliar to her and having raised her affection meter gave him two skills that seemed to fit what he thought an Angel would have. It all but confirmed his theory.

Amano Yuuma had to be Raynare.

'What can I do with this information though?'

...He could have someone close to him that he could talk to.

"Ise?"

"A-Ah," his heart pounded at the thought. His fears, joy, relief, and worries hit him all at once. "Sorry but..." He didn't want to lie anymore so he pushed forward with his question before his doubt could hold him back. "Are you an Angel?"

"No?" The ravenette looked at him funny. Her status shifted again in shock but neither it nor his sin manipulation conveyed any lying.

"L-Like an actual Angel, I mean?" Was he wrong? He must've looked crazy if that was the case. "I-I know, I sound crazy, but..." The boy's gaze fell to the ground as embarrassment filled his being.

"Issei," Yuuma approached, slowly. Said boy didn't raise his field of vision until Yuuma's legs entered it. "You asked if I was an 'Angel' right?" Issei gave a tentative nod. As her status flickered, his caramel eyes widened.

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Name: Raynare
Race: Fallen
Lvl: ?!

Description: Controlling her newfound awakened aura while debating what to share with you and how.
Emotions: Lustful, Troubled, Liberated

Route: "Dark Lustful Watcher."
(Previously, "Lying on a mound of lies.")
25% to 29%

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Following the change, her body grew. Instead of being almost a head shorter than him, she was now a head and a half taller than himself. Her bust especially started to strain beneath her slim t-shirt, exposing her whole midsection. The loose shorts she had on became a pair of pink hotpants around the hips of this mature Yuuma. Her hair grew darker, if possible, and longer with an ahoge or thin cowlick popping out from the top of her hair.

There was a tearing sound before three pairs of black wings furled out behind her. Widthwise, they were a bit shorter than the length of her arms while folded behind her. Their heights ranged from a quarter to half her entire height. Around her, the wings released loose raven feathers all around her. Atop her head, three-quarters of a blackened halo blinked into existence.

Her bright violet eyes deepened in color near the edges, turning into a small gradient. They narrowed ever-so-slightly, fitting alienly on the face that always seemed to smile at him.

She was all the irresistible women he knew she'd grow into and then some.

"Y-Yuuma?"

There was a lick of her subtle lips before a mature woman's voice replied, "Yes, Issei?" His name rolled out of her lips smoothly with an inkling of temptation. By the Boobs God, did he want to hear her say his name more but...

"Uh..." the Sekiryuutei grew silent. His mind raced. He had honestly only expected her to be an Angel and had mentally prepared himself for that.

'I mean, I wouldn't have to worry about making her fall now... GAH, this is neither the time or the place!'

"Issei?" The sound of his name oh-so velvety and inviting wouldn't fail to draw him from his thoughts.

"Y-" The boy couldn't help but scan over her body, appreciating certain parts more than others. His response came late. All the while, his gaze couldn't raise itself above her more-than-generous bust. "Yes?"

The Fallen Angel sent him a small smile, catching him by surprise and making him forget to breathe. "I'm only here to help you, you know?"

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"O-Oh okay, that's good to hear," he said dumbly, nodding.

Raynare gave a hum before changing gears. "I've been watching and protecting you for a while now." She gestured to his training area, a place that would magically reset every night after he unrooted trees, made craters in the dirt and burnt the vegetation. "Between fixing your 'playground,' erasing your traces, and suppressing your aura, you don't really let a woman rest, dontcha?"

"Sorry about that—"

"Don't worry about it!" She practically teleported directly in front of him. Her six wings surrounded him as if to comfort him. It worked easily if that was the case. "It's my job to see that you develop safely."

"Job?"

The ravenette stilled for a second before recovering and retreating back a few paces. Her tone wasn't dissimilar to the one she had taken while tutoring him.

"Under the command of Azazel-sama, I was sent to find out who had left strong holy traces that could only be of a Longinus. Your previously [Twice Critical] was leaking holy residue from God's seal." His left hand twitched but paid it no mind. "Azazel-sama wanted to get drun—" She proceeded to scoff, only to catch herself midway and continue with a slight cough. "We only caught it since we were in the area. Although," embarrassment flashed on her status, "ever since we got together, I've placed a seal to prevent more leakage. Every time we've touched, I've checked and reinforced the seal if need be."

Issei blinked. "Wow, you've done so much for me..."

The breathtaking smile from earlier replaced itself on her lips and her sharp eyes softened. "Unlike Youkai and almost every other part of the supernatural world, men aren't discriminated against within the Fallen faction, who is led by a man, Azazel-sama. We only want to watch you grow, like most of the original Fallen Watchers intended, not control or confide you."

The boy slowly processed everything and couldn't help but asked dumbfoundedly, "That's all?" At which, she gave a nod. She was stretching the facts, and maybe, filling in or adding some of the gaps. However, she knew her beloved Azazel best.

While he didn't plan to do so, he still asked, "and if I decide to say no?"

"Well... I, no, we'd leave you be, ultimately. We would keep tabs on you until we couldn't." She left the 'until you joined someone else' unsaid but hinted. "Our founder and leader, Azazel-sama, loves [Sacred Gears]. He's especially interested in how they evolve and the many forms they can take. I can guarantee, on my six precious wings, he would do you no harm intentionally."

His face expressed nothing but thinking. He still hadn't realized his poker face was bare of emotions and thoughts, lacking even the slightest of twitches. And so, as Yuuma—no, Raynare's status revealed disappointment and sadness, he couldn't quite understand.

He fumbled over his words, trying to clear up the misunderstanding, "I-I'm not going to be not recruited by you though?" The strange way he stated his words made her giggle. It was different from what he was used to, but not imperfect in the slightest. He joined her not soon after. Although, he was gladder at the fact that the tenseness finally melted.

"Is that so?" A different smile crept up to her face. It hinted at the 'Lustful' emotion in her status that went unchanged throughout the whole ordeal. "I'm glad to hear it."

"So uhm," he peeked up to her then away, "Do I still call you Yuuma or...?"

"Yuuma is fine. But my real name is 'Raynare.'"

Her many wings gathered themselves back... into her back. He wasn't quite sure what she did to hide them. Following that, her halo blinked back out of existence, and her body returned to the Amano Yuuma he was used to. Though, her shirt was a bit loose, so she tied the hem of it in a knot to keep it from being airy. As she turned to do so, he noticed the holes in the back of her shirt weaving themselves back together.

In other words, instead of magically shaping her shirt back to normal, she tied it for... what?

Nevertheless, unlike before, her status didn't shift like he had expected as he had seen with Nanadaru Shigune.

"So, what now?"

Yuuma, or rather, Raynare didn't respond. Instead, she picked up a stick and drew into the dirt with it. She stopped after drawing two lines to separate three figures.

Pointing at the crown with a halo, she finally said in her cute Yuuma voice and matching the tone she took while tutoring him, "This signifies the Angel faction." The stick then pointed to a ball face with horns and a pair of bat wings, "The Devil Faction." The last figure in between the two was an eye with a feather for a pupil.

"Finally, us,' she gestured to him and herself, "the smallest of the two factions, the Fallen Angel Faction. Although, most people shorten it to 'the Fallen Faction' because they don't want to be associated with Angels or as a jab at us." She gave a noncommittal shrug before adding, "Some of the older folk use 'Fallen Watchers.'"

"All three factions used to be at war but now there's an unspoken 'treaty.' There are a few skirmishes occasionally but that's usually in Hell between Fallen Angels and Devils." She blinked in realization, "Hell is in another dimension where Fallen Angels, Demons, Devils, Grim Reapers, and other Hellish creatures call home..." Issei nodded along. He hadn't imagined there were so many dimensions to the world.

Raynare's status conveyed her approval as she continued. She seemed to like this whole tutoring thing. Be able to know that turned learning into a positive feedback loop for the boy.

'My girlfriend really is perfect!' Even if she wasn't exactly an Angel.

"—Issei, are you listening?"

"Like a hawk!" The brunet put a hand to his lip, "or maybe it'll be better to say, like a bat!"

"Mou! You're just like this in class!"

"Sorry sorry." He purposely refrained from making a promise. "I am listening though!" Knowing himself all too well, he was bound to get caught up in the appearance of the new 'Yuuma.'

"You better be!"

And so, the Fallen Angel continued and lectured about the history and general plans for moving forward.

... ;|: ...

At some point through the impromptu lesson, Raynare had returned to her middle school form. Now, that form was bowing at him, having realized the lack of sunlight, "S-Sorry to take up so much time; I probably could've said some of this at a later time—"

The only reason he had let her get so far into her apology was that he was caught up in her status, which hadn't shifted. 'Is she finally going to relax around me?'

"It's okay, Raynare, really! I learned a lot of cool and interesting stuff, so much so I probably won't be sleeping much tonight," Issei ended with a laugh and hand in his hair.

"Still, you would be nearly done with training at this time, right?" She threw a glance towards the distant entrance of Yasaka's domain, "You almost never miss out on a chance to train. You had missed a lot when..." The Fallen shook her head. "You can do at least a little bit of training so train like I'm not here—" she paused in thought, "Actually, I could give a few pointers on how to use the [Boosted Gear]."

"You can?!" His eyes widened as he rushed towards her.

"Y-Yeah, while I'm not supposed to tell you this," Raynare threw a glance over her shoulder, before turning back to him. "Be careful because Azazel-sama," there was a pang of jealousy from the boy, seeing how she seemed to enjoy saying that name, but he ignored it, "already has the White One, otherwise known as the Hakuryuukou, who's houses Albion within [Divine Dividing]—"

The [Boosted Gear] blazed into existence around his arm with a metallic screech. The sudden heat nearly cooked his arm in an instant, "Argh!" His right hand grabbed at the gauntlet, only to hiss as it burned him. It was so hot Pain Tolerance could barely do anything to reduce the damage. "D-Ddraig, is everything okay?!" He was too shocked to even think about mentally speaking to Ddraig. His HP bar in the bottom left of his vision was dropping but even still, his worries laid with Ddraig.

['Sorry,'] Just as fast as it flared up, the scales cooled rapidly. The suddenness of the whole ordeal would've caused his arm to spasm if he hadn't held down his strained bicep. ['Forgive my... start, Partner. I'm—, I'm not sure what overcame me.']

She sounded afraid, much unlike her confident self. Her status confirmed it.

'H-Hey, it's okay, Dagin—' he cursed himself at his fumble, 'Ddraig, whatever it is, I'll be here to help.' His words were met with silence. He understood it though, imagining a little boy trying to comfort a big ol dragon... 'I'll help you and grow strong enough to defeat the White One, I promise!'

He wasn't sure what else he could say.

"Issei?"

His gaze flew up to Yuuma, having forgotten about her. At the sudden speed, the fallen flinched. "S-Sorry about that, R- Yuuma. Ddraig had... a panic attack?"

As she processed his words, she could only blink at him owlishly. "A... panic attack?"

"Yeah, she uh, can't remember certain things- or well, a lot of things. Some words trigger her. Although this time, it was really bad." He would've gushed about the way her head tilted in thought but his thoughts were only thinking about Ddraig. His concerned eyes fell back to Ddraig's status. The screeching of scales sounded like a shriek now that he thought about it. "Usually, she experiences a pretty bad headache but this time..."

Raynare approached him until she was but a step from his personal space. Her hands clasped themselves behind her nervously as she said, "Do you mind if I could try something?"

His hopeful gaze fell back to her. "You can help her?!" Issei bowed deeply, begging, "Please do!" To know someone was suffering and there was nothing he could do to help, it broke his heart. "Please...!" All Ddraig did was help him in a position where she couldn't even help herself. It was such a bleak life, and that wasn't counting how the Ancient had given up on living herself.

"C-Calm down, Ise." She straightened him and gathered his left hand into hers. In the back of his head, he realized she rarely touched it prior to this occasion. "Close your eyes and focus on your left hand." Her soft voice brushing against her face made it harder to do both. However, if it was for Ddraig, he'd do it. "You wouldn't want my holy energies to escape to the other parts of your unprotected body."

He heaved out a breath, "Right."

"You're on good terms with Ddraig-sama, yes?"

"Yes."

"Excuse me," she whispered as her soft hands rubbed the gauntlet. Despite the fact it wasn't his skin, the boy could feel it as if it was. All the while, the warm feeling was something familiar. It was akin to the feeling when he was forming holy light.

...Ddraig wouldn't like it. He could tell she felt uncomfortable when he was using Holy Light Manipulation I, but she said nothing. He kept his training with it to a minimum or when he felt Ddraig wasn't "awake."

Before Issei could think about pulling away, Raynare held his arm still, meeting his faintly glowing eyes then speaking with a tone of firm understanding, "Trust me." The Sekiryuutei went speechless at the sight of her determined eyes. He could feel his heart pounding warm at the sight. He nodded, closing his eyes again.

A minute went by, filled with Raynare's touches and small noises of exertion. The gauntlet flared with a burst of flame, loosening it. At her final touch, the red scales around his arm no longer felt like they were choking his limb. To double-check that, he flicked out, twisted his wrist, and made a fist before releasing it multiple times. It felt... fluid, for a lack of a better word.

Before this, he only used the stoic gauntlet as a focus for his multiple "manipulation" skills or a small shield of sorts. The dragon scales easily adapted to the use. However, as he admired the way he could bend his fingers, he realized he could use it as a claw or fist and finally use his higher physical stats in a safer manner than bare-handed. Though, it would be weird to fight with one hand... Maybe he could get a weapon for his right?

The orb on his arm glowed brightly, drawing Issei and Raynare's attention, ["Fallen, what did you do?"]

"A-Ah," the disguised Fallen Angel backed away. "I've learned a lot about [Sacred Gears], especially about the [Divin—" she coughed into a fist, "Ahem, the White One. Ddraig-sama suffers from an especially powerful seal to prevent her from remembering how to effectively use her powers. Even—"

"[ARGH!"]

The [Boosted Gear] immediately clenched back around his arm, bone-chillingly. Ddraig's status woke to life, blaring out with words of pain that even removed her ever-present "Exhausted" emotion. The dragon's cry of agony wreaked havoc in his head. His right hand, which had just begun its way for his left, flew to his skull. His left hand, still stiff within the burning red gauntlet, followed.

"The mention of... a-ah, sorry!" Raynare restarted the whole process. During it, her human disguise dissolved as she surrounded him in a cocoon made of her wings.

...:|:...

When Ddraig finally calmed down, Issei's head laid on the radiant thighs snug within pink short-shorts. His left arm was held in Raynare's grasp, practically doing the equivalent of singing a child to sleep but with magic light instead of words. Oh, and the child was what he imagined Ddraig to be: a massive western dragon.

The boy stifled a laugh at the thought, shifting to notify Raynare on Ddraig's status. "I think she's resting now."

"I'm so sorry about that, Issei. It had completely sl—"

"It was an accident so it's alright." Despite the lingering pain, he couldn't help but smile at her concern and finally notice that Raynare wasn't all that different from 'Amano Yuuma.' It relieved him. And as she continued to heal his arm with a soothing light that made him sleepy, all he could do was admire every crease on her concerned expression.

"Still!" Releasing his arm, she mushed his face. She wouldn't let him talk his way out. "Anyway, before you can sweet talk me, it's time for you to get home."

"Aww!"

Aes (AN): Ah, I had actually meant to finally show an entire training session but this "day" had gone on long enough, spanning two chapters. I hope the kissing was enough to sate your thirst for action.

Raynare is stronger. Why? Unlike canon, she works directly under Azazel (for spoiler reasons) though still takes commands from other higher-ups occasionally. Imo, a stronger Fallen, who Azazel trusts, should be searching and overseeing a potentially Longinus Sacred Gear. And thus, she has four wings at the beginning of the story.

She's different too. I hope you don't dislike it too much. At first, the plan was either to make Yuuma and Raynare two different people who'd switch places every other day or something. But, idk, that felt... "too easy" or a cop-out if you will.

However, the main takeaway I hope I've been successful to convey is that no woman is to be trusted. Take that as you will. The only exceptions are Kunou (sorta), Ddraig, and his mother. As someone who doesn't distrust easily, it's kinda hard to write it.

I keep forgetting to say: join this discord full of writers and readers! use code 'V54pcwA' or 'dis cord. gg / V54pcwA' You'll get to see me act as an idol named P!nk, who generally talks in third-person.

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Reviews:

On the topic of Raynare: read the A/N please. Karibanu brought up a point of contention regarding what Raynare's betrayal had done in canon and what it would do here. While yes, I agree, in this story it'll serve a different purpose... if I decide to do it. Who knows~ My question is: Is it really Raynare if she doesn't do some sneaky, underhanded stuff? Take that as you will cuz that's all I'll say regarding the matter.

nirmtheworm14: Thanks! You don't have to go through the trouble tbh; I don't think a potential reader would care/I would like to have my ego stroked as you gushed! ...that came out a lot more sus than I intended.

MidnightAmbush: broooo, you're thinking too much! Slow down! All I'll spoil is that you are indeed correct about the 'potential' harem thus far ;) Don't sweat the other stuff though. I appreciate the transparency though!

MythiccKnight: The plan is to give the less/poorly (if this makes sense) appreciated girls a spotlight.

Gilgamesh King of Mongrels: Evil! ;

Fenir44: Ehh, I do plan to respect Azazel for the great character he is so... Anyway, Riser's peerage is a no-go, mostly anyway. Spoiling because we'll meet Ravel soon! As for the others: wait and see? ouo

NoaRien: I hope I answered your question in this chapter. If not, then, yes, they are the same person.

Karibanu: SHHHHH

SentinalSlice; To be honest, I'm not sure what I should do with his gaming powers in that respect. I only have a general idea but I'm not too "confident" with it. I'll figure out something soon tho! Thanks for the kind words! At best, I can only really do about once a month (much better than my 6 months of silence haha!)

DarkDrawerJ: Hi bud! Thanks a bunch for the kind words! The mom's scene is something I wish I could relate to... so I'm glad someone found it so good! I hope you enjoyed more Yuuma and- or well, just Raynare now, eh?

To everyone else: Thank you (again, in some instances)!

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Name: Issei Hyoudou
Race: Human
Lvl: 15 | 48%

Stats:

HP: 390/390
MP: 108/108

STR: 19
END: 18
DEX:10
AGI: 14
INT: 13
MAG: 7
DRE: 21

Extra Pts.: 6

Equipped:

Head: (empty)
Top: Kyoto Junior High Uniform
Bottom: Kyoto Junior High Uniform
Left Hand: Boosted Gear (hidden)
Right Hand: (empty)

Accessories:
(empty)

Skills:

Boosted Gear Lvl: 6 | 0%

Scan MAXED
Boost Lvl: 6 | 17%
Explosion Lvl: 2 | 60%
Dragon Aura I Lvl: 7 | 4%

My shift buttons work half the time, and it really pushes my buttons- eh eh, funny? Please laugh at my pain- it'll make me feel better I promise!