Hey, I´m back! I´m starting with re-editing DxM staying the same and changing a few key-points to go further with the Next chapter which I´ll have ready in the next month at most.
A pair of crimson eyes glanced into the night, the woman dressed in simple dark-green cargo pants and a white blouse, her low-heeled black shoes made no sound and above her attire black hooded robes, her eyes turned from side to side sharply and walked through the dark alley, on her arms, a tiny bundle wrapped in silk cloths, with the golden emblem of the Tepes Clan of Vampires, she could only hope for this night to go faster than common and cross the bridge, once that bridge is crossed, her life will be saved and spared from them, and her dear baby child, would be spared from him.
Her father is a madman, a madman her son must be spared from, a genius madman whom…without any care dared to attempt a kidnapping against her child and beloved treasure, she won´t have her beloved child experimented by him. As she was about to cross the street and go towards the point where she´ll hope she gets saved, she heard steps and pasted her back as much as she could to the wall, a figure in black hooded robes waled the streets turning its head around sharply expecting to hear anything, gently kneeling, never ceasing to hold her child, as she went for a piece of rock…she threw it nearby the edge of the street and a figure turned and rushed towards the source of the sound, on its right hand a 9mm handgun held, when the figure approached and with its lowered guards, she took a sharp run and jumped, when the figure turned it was attacked by surprise with a kick to the face which caused it to hit harshly the wall.
"Nothing personal."
She smirked with a sadistical grin of satisfaction as her right hand held a .50AE Black Desert eagle and leaned the muzzle of the gun in the figure´s chin.
Bang!
The wall was immediately stained in crimson red of blood as the sounds of baby cries were heard as she turned around and ran towards the nearest bridge, she had to run, for the sake of her baby, as the sharp sound of a shot was heard she continued running but felt a sharp stab of pain, balancing at her bleeding chest she grunted and she continued to walk.
´A sniper, shit!´
Cursing under her houghts as he baby cried, she ran as the bridge was the only limiter of freedom and the forever slavery of her dear child, as a gigantic magical circle appeared and a shot echoed through.
BANG!
The sniper shot and this time on one of her legs, she tripped and her forehead hit the side of the bridge, on the stone rail to be precise, she grunted as the shots ceased, she grunted and got up, leaning on the rail, she glanced at her baby, she gave one last step, until another last shot was heard and loud wails echoed through the bridge, her arm bled, the sheets of her dear baby were bleeding massively.
"NO! What have you done!?"
She cried out loud as another shot pierced her body and she coughed blood and fell over the stone rail, leaning on it as her baby bled on the stone rail she lied him at, she cried as her baby cried.
"Issei…my beloved Issei…mamma, cannot go with you this time. Fight, survive…don´t let them get you. I love you…"
With one last kiss on the baby´s forehead, she dropped him to the turbulent waters underneath the bridge as she smiled, her vision slowly going blurry as a green-haired young man with a stern stoic-visage and a very deep angered frown as another shot attempted to pierce the impenetrable shields that were conjured by Ajuka Beelzebub formerly Astaroth and stepson of the woman whom saw the magical circle.
As a green-haired young man with a stern stoic-visage and a very deep angered frown the woman widened her eyes in shock and cried out.
"Rachel."
At this the female could only cry.
"My baby…my dear…I´m sorry."
Clutching her shivering arms to her chest as life slowly vanished from her eyes Lord Astaroth widened his eyes in shock as Ajuka widened his eyes at what has been done to his young sibling and his stepmother, not even years born and already failed him, with maximized anger, the former Astaroth now authority of the underworld rushed and with many beams of demonic power attacking deintegrating many vampires as he stepped into the territories, as the shot woman leaned on the stone rail and cried for her baby, her husband embracing her behind as both were teleported away.
As vampires died by the hands of Ajuka, far away from a castle´s balcony a blond-haired man with crimson red eyes and in a black suit glanced at the destruction caused, not interfering at all he had a frown, by his side a platinum-blond haired man.
"My Lord, was it necessary?"
Lord Vladi asked to Lord Tepes whom turned around with a cigarette on his lips, turning around his head as the platinum blond haired man went for his blazer-pocket and taking out a zippo lighter and flicking it once only, the fire flicked gently and approaching it to the end of the cigarette that hung from the Vampire Lord´s lips, whom sucked gently as smoke generated, in the side of his lips smoke billowed outside harshly and once it showed a stable ignition he retreated his head gently to glance once more at the raged devil authority. Placing his hands in his pockets, he had a smirk, with his palm facing forward and not towards himself, he took a hold of the cigarette in between his index and middle finger and aftertaking it away and turning his palm towards him gently but still distanced, he blew out smoke and spoke.
"It is common for you not to see the bigger picture my Friend, it is wrongly believed that supernatural have the capacity to rule themselves as if they all had a global hive-mind, and they are wrong, supernatural beings are not a global entity, they are a full-scale colorful mess of heterogeneous societies composed by many races, only a limited group of people truly have power and can project the future of their societies."
At this he smirked and turned his palm once more and placed the cigarette in between his lips and contemplated the river´s tumultuous waters.
"Do you think that a million of devil citizens or sixty-seven thousand Vampiric Citizens would be debating about the future of their faction, beucase; let´s be honest Lord Vladi; the people, don´t care about it and such notion is simply impossible. It is always one single part that, given all the power, enforces it with all authority."
Lord Vladi glanced at his friend whom enticed now by the skies and the full moon, spoke with certainty of his ideals.
"Power, my friend, is the capacity to influence the behavior of our adversary. When a part of our supernatural society has a project that pretends to affect all supernatural, when a faction dares to open its mouth and talk about supernatural as a whole, it´s because that part has power and can influence in the behavior of all societies according to its global project."
Not for one reason they are called Supernatural Societies, each have their own ideals and thoughts, each one have their own actions and collective traditions, the power to transcend such walls make a society into a single one, one single effort, all in one, nothing else in it.
"What about the three main factions? Don´t they already have made enough efforts to try and change the climate?"
With the cigarette in his mouth already, the Lord Vampire almost snorted so strongly that the cancer stick would´ve shot outside from his mouth, but he abstained himself enough to snort that strong and oud, and instead mildly and gentle he spoke.
"For there to be a true power in all powers, there must always be a faction that has the power in itself; the three factions cannot dominate the other, they are all three in an equal status, they are forced or perhaps they are wrongly believing they force themselves to see each other as equals, they don´t dominate to the other in any way at all, haven´t the wars and conflicts that rose for it proven enough? Haven´t the constant attempts of Angels and Devils to outsmart the other proven themselves enough, haven´t the fallen angels proven so too by affiliating sacred gear users into their numbers proven it also? They don´t have power over the other, for that very reason the need to be always above the other has always raised."
Exhaling smoke, Lord Vladi blinked and spoke with curiosity.
"Then, what truly makes a figure of power…absolute beyond all others?"
At this the Vampire Lord took out the cigarette from its mouth and spoke sharply as smoke came out of his mouth.
"Just as chess has elements, power over others has them. Transcend the hegemony to never have equals, A mission to justify the domination, Fear as a tool to dominate only fear can truly make men follow you, and the Pax to birth a stabilized, calm and transcendental rule to follow generations afterwards. That…shall be real and our year…will come."
Chapter 0
Wake up or I´ll Kiss-
A long arm outstretched and a hand unceremoniously fell on the button atop the alarm clock sharply, a pair of cream/magenta-colored eyes opened in a half-lidded fashion and glanced at the wall to the side, gently turning his body to face the ceiling and raising his chest with the aid of his hands, he now is in a sitting position, such eyes, the odd combination on a young man whom blinked, taking a hold of a pair of prescription glasses and wearing them, thus his vision cleared in a slow fashion.
Groaning as he went to the side of his bed to take a pair of elegant maple wood walking cane aids, gently inside a box a crystal ball with micro-components inside it, a light constantly dimly flashing red, wearing it, he took a hold of the canes and used them to get up, using the strength of his arms to compensate for the almost non-existent one of his low legs, he gently walked forth to the nearest shelf where he took his undies and shirt, and to the closet to get his uniform, nothing out of the ordinary, he easily went to the bathroom-restroom of the household afterwards and took a bath, sitting on a special chair as the lukewarm water washed over him, he rinsed his hair first.
Once he ended and emerging from his bath, the stairs which were a problem, but he managed, he was received warmly by a brown-haired woman with brown eyes and a wide smile.
"Issei, you woke up early."
The mother announced with a frown, it was already the second year he attempts to do this types of things.
"I wanted to surprise you both."
He commented with a smile towards his parents, as his father read the newspaper calmly, as he sat down in the chair his mother served him breakfast as she spoke.
"And you should wait until we can carry you down young man, just because you've got the capacity to give some steps doesn´t means you can run a marathon."
Mrs. Hyoudou felt perhaps cruel in limiting her son, but she does it for his sake and hers also, she loves her son deeply, she loves him so much and cherishes him, both parents love Issei dearly, the child they ever have asked for. They didn´t cared if he was ridden to a wheelchair for his entire lifespan, they loved him regardless.
"I will live if I exercise my legs a few times mother."
At this the woman rose her hand sharply.
"Absolutely not young man, you won´t exercise more than a few steps as the doctor ordered, or you´ll meet me."
Mrs. Hyoudou as intimidating as she can be emphasized with discipline such fact as he chuckled awkwardly.
"I´ll try mom, I´ll try."
Today is a big day, he was given enough trust already in the underworld of cyber-crime to do his first hacking job, but that would have to wait, and thus first and foremost he had to prepare for his big-day, once such breakfast ended and from the doors of the two-floored household emerged a young man with hopes for a great day with a smile on his lips and a hopeful visage on his soul and overall essence and persona, a cyan-haired young male in a wheelchair, on his head almost hidden by his locks of hair a slim helmet-like device composed of many pseudopod-like extensions with certain black circles in certain spots of the head which act as concentration spots which had a tiny cable connected to a special motor, as the chair moved autonomously with his very thoughts and intentions, the helmet working as an electroencephalogram, using the own electricity of the brain channeled through each of the hairs on his head, worked as a circular telecommunication device to send commands, to the point one didn´t need to actively think about it, when you walk, you think about walking or just do it, you just do it, seeing the place you´re going and that was it, such worked with the helmet, an extension of his very brain and will adhered to the wheelchair which has turned into a part of his own body to compose a whole entity.
With a solemn visage, the path towards High School was perhaps one that was already memorized and hard but nonetheless an effort he goes by every day. With a laptop computer on his lap, he rose the screen and turned it on, his Kuoh Academy attire always politely cleaned, ironed and looking sharp on his visage, the only button not well is the one of the bowtie, wearing it not due to its constrictive nature, he chose to not wear such accessory and stick with the majority of the uniform as a good norm.
"Yo Man, how´s it goin´?"
Matsuda greeted him and he turned to meet the bald-male sports jock of the Athletism club, his friend whom broke so much records it earned him a scholarship in Kuoh, he´s envious, ALMOST, but mildly envious nonetheless, if he had such strong legs he would train them, appreciate them; use them to walk and truly be free to go wherever he wishes to at the time and pace he wishes to arrive.
"Alright, yesterday I perfected my already perfected Customized Operative System."
At this Motohama widened his eyes as he adjusted his glasses, surprised at the notions of what the young male was saying, a personal-made Operative System, that meant that he created his own´s equipment Software, that must be insane and would´ve surely taken months, weeks and hours of his life to do so.
"So that means you´ve finally ended stabilizing the last programs needed for it?"
Motohama wondered out loud towards the male whom nodded politely.
"But of course, it wouldn´t be useable equipment without the correct executable programs to make the equipment work."
He commented eagerly, as they continued to go on, before though he felt something push behind him and watch Matsuda holding the handles of his modern comfortable mechanized wheelchair, he frowned but shrugged, whom was he to not accept the willful aid, deactivating the neural connection Matsuda took him forth.
"Any girls on your end?"
Matsuda asked to the young male in wheelchair whom chuckled out and spoke about it.
"Talk about major advantage in the girl department don´t ´ya think?"
He stated rather jokingly to both whom shrugged and Matsuda spoke.
"Neither here man, strange since I thought that the Athletism Club would land me a pair of cheeks for change but didn´t, I would die to let Koneko Toujo´s rub herself on me all day."
Making silly movements with his body as he did that gesture, they all laughed out loud; Matsuda as a Loli-Lover was a number-one fan of Koneko Toujo, the mascot of the academy and a first year, member of the Occult Research Club. Wait, now that he realized it, most of the popular most beautiful/handsome people were in that club, interesting fact, perhaps they are a hidden sect of popular people doing, whatever popular people do in cliched movies.
"Oh man, at this pace we won´t get a girlfriend by the end of HighSchool."
Motohama spoke dejectedly to which he chuckled.
"Guys it´s not the end of the world, there´s always a glue for a broken one as my father would say."
Before further speech could be done a bespectacled brown-haired female with golden yellow eyes appeared and she spoke.
"Speaking of broken people, I insulted a man in a wheelchair the other day, I expected for him to fight up, but he couldn´t."
With a mirthful chuckle Matsuda called out to her harshly.
"Hey, that was low on our Is-man, even for you."
At this she shrugged and pushed the male away, as she snaked her arms forth, embracing the male´s neck with her arms, as she rested her head on his right shoulder, blowing on it.
"Fu."
She stated with a smirk as the cyan -haired male blushed lightly as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing in the laptop, his back straightened very sharply and he blinked almost, a rosy blush on his eyes as he attempted to adjust the glasses framing his face, as he did so the perverted female spoke out languidly.
"Was your morning well enough?"
She asked with all the most casualness than usual, just as Matsuda groaned and rubbed his left arm and went to Motohama´s side, Aika Kiryuu pushed the chair forward by holding the handles, both friends of the closet-pervert young male could only grimace and yet feel honored by the sacrifice their handicapped friend took for all the Kuoh Guys, by taming the Maneater of Kuoh; guess charm´s not that far out.
"I guess it was ·chuckle·."
The male awkwardly chuckled and scratched his cheek rather shyly, the truth is that out of many males in Kuoh Hyoudou Issei had the right or rather the curse of befriending and sparking the attention of an odd glasses-using girl, which god did he messed up with to cause such misfortune to be like this, although he guessed it could be a blessing also; not exactly was Aika adequate waifu material, but at least he had a female friend and not exactly just around Motohama and Matsuda whom, as the bastards they are, choose to peep on the kendo club females and leave him hanging.
Luckily, he didn´t had to be left hanging anymore though.
"Oh such a shied face…"
She smirked evilly and with such sinister intent, he though only snorted and glanced to the side as he sighed and went back to his laptop and configure one last-key arrangements to his personal OS for his equipment, as the female pushed forth she commented.
"I should consider myself cursed, for hanging with such a trio of perverted mongrels."
She trailed off her own womanly troubles by hanging with the perverted duo, the odd third member of perverted duo that it´s a trio. Anyway, Matsuda though sharply rose his right hand and pointed at her quite harshly.
"As if you could talk, Maneater!"
The male accused the female of stealing and rather just shaming the pride of males all over the school, she though chuckled and spoke rather shamelessly.
"Blame your bodies, not the expert in quantifying their reproductive potential."
At this Issei chuckled out, one had to say that Aika was a sharp female with an equal sharpness and fondness over teasing and mocking people, equally perverted and nasty as they are. Though she had a dignified appearance to herself, even after being denied and rather outcast by the female population once they learned of her tendencies, and befriending her, in an indirect sense she thus now has ´clung to his side´, was that a healthy expression?
Anyway, he was getting too trailed off.
"Anyway, me and hyoudou are having a conversation here. So, how do wheelchair people get off mm?"
She asked perversely teasing the male in wheelchair whom went back to his computer, the mocking comment which would´ve been taken as a jibe and even as an offense, was taken as perhaps light perverted teasing from the female to the male, at this he rose his right hand languidly and shrugged at the female´s comment.
"I´ve learned that sex, isn´t everything. One must live with what they are given, I´m blessed to have lived and have you as my friends, moreover, my interests lie elsewhere."
He commented sharply and adjusting his glases as he did so, as he continued to fiddle with his laptop, Aika blushed lightly with a surprised glance; what foot did he got up today to be this sentimental anyway, she got a mild teasing perverted grin as she spoke. She chuckled out and applauded once.
"Such poetic words, what are you attempting to do hyoudou? You won´t get into a girl´s pants that easily Looser!"
She bonked him in the head once, harsh but not that harsher, gentle but not that gentle either, as she did so the male chuckled out and went on to his laptop.
"Guess I failed though."
He commented with a rather relaxed sigh and now it was Aika´s turn to pout and push the chair further and go on their walk to Kuoh, once there, they got through the school rather easily; Issei was an early bird and enjoyed arriving early before students flocked and pushed, it seems he enjoyed not being in the spotlight and certainly Aika could understand.
Most boys would be easily spitted by her in seconds, they´ve tried worse and they´ve failed, she didn´t considered herself an idol but she won´t deny that she once felt attracted to Kiba Yuto the Prince of Kuoh Academy as all those foolish girls that mocke her and bullied her for being different. So what if she had desires and was perverted openly, they do so too, why the need to hide it?
Anyway, she had it on the tip of the tongue; the desire to just chew him and spit him away; just size him up, mock him and spit him out and go with the next batch of boys, BUT SHE CANNOT DO THAT.
She has principles alright, curse the damned chair he sits at, curse his overall mild-shota bishounen´ish looks and those damned khaki/magenta eyes that ensnare her to look at them from beyond those glasses. She sighed and almost hung her shoulders in frustration, what´s a teenaged girl to do when she has developed feelings for a boy?
Novels and Romance made it look so easy, You´re a woman, approach the boy and be forward, he won´t say no, you can pick whomever you want of the cattle and take him, HA, so easy they made it sound. There´s not a manual for her to read that says ´How to pick the handicapped boy you dig so hard to´, if such book exists; then she might as well start reading it dutifully daily.
But such a book doesn´t exists, and thus she´s here; hard for her to repress her emotions under the ´Teasing Female Friend´ visage, the truth is that all her mocking and harsh words are only a mask, she doesn´t knows how to approach Issei. She tried approaching with perverse teasing which he blushed and stuttered and was left at a loss of words and changing topics or blatantly just fiddling with his fingers or laptop, guess she did wrong to catalogue him as his other friends, he´s a closet type…doesn´t openly states his perversion, SO BORING.
Yes, a year has passed only; but inside school and outside it, he´s been the kindest most considerate person in her short years of life, she whom had no best-friends or friends at all starting this Academy, made Issei a first and since then things evolved.
The student population was minimal, after all, it was still late enough for the gates to be opened and early enough for no one to be around, the second best score at Kuoh Academy underneath Sona Sitri could only close his eyes and clench his fists; anger, resentment, HATE…pooled on his being each and every day he walked the same path and went through the same gates, they were all the same, useless senseless people that were superficial, they were all the same, evil bastards that had no consideration or mercy for no one or nothing.
This is the real world, they are all eating or attempting slowly to eat the other; with a shrug he passed through the gates silently with no students around as he glanced through his front in a slow path towards his classroom he almost smirked as he remembered his further plannings and things to do, the world spared to no one, moreover when you have things to do, things to plan, dreams to realize; goals to achieve.
´They are all the same, their lives so superficial.´
He thought rather sharply as he continued to slowly walk the steps, they were all the same, he hated them all; he was so foolish believing that even after arriving and being shy to not talk them, they would brand him as an arrogant fool and ignore him afterwards, it hurt him since it reminds him of the hartache he has suffered due to his ailed condition, but at the same time he smiled.
´It is only you and I against the world Ser.´
He fondly caressed the crystal-ball linked to the necklace he made for it, it was a gift from the only childhood friend he had, that probably nowadays has forgot him, as he walked gently the halls he felt a tug on his magical signature, mostly minimal but there nonetheless.
Could it be?
´Ser?´
He wondered as his lips slowly curved up as he thought fondly about his creation; but the tug as it was felt it was also gone. He sighed and could only frown in sadness at the thought that even after a decade of work in his first creation, what would be his first realized creation was stagnant since it never met his objectives, he would fulfill the dream many only thought possible, Ser Stephen Hawking would be even proud of him; he managed to slowly create a machine that would be the counter-part of AI, that he called ANN for sorts, but as years went on and things more stagnant and getting worked with other projects, The Ser as he came to called his project as been finally left as an unfinished project.
Once inside the main building, she parked the chair and was ready to do the routine to help him up; she was about to approach when he got up with effort, she though frowned, Matsuda and Motohama were on their own oogling at various females already.
"I´ll help."
She wanted to, out of her own selflessness, he though shook his head and grabbed the walking-cane aids as he gave a few steps forth, with shaky and slightly weakened legs he sighed. She glanced at him stand up, standing up he looked…different, then again she´s used to watching him in the chair. Standing there glancing as he bended and slowly unhooked the chair and started to fold it, ergonomically turning into a big briefcase like mismatched structure he was about to carry it but she did so and took it from his hand.
About to go upstairs she turned at him as he glanced at his legs and the walking cane aids.
"I never get tired of this feeling."
At this she looked at him then at his state as he took a step and she spoke.
"How does it feel?"
Being able to walk normally many tribalize such things as normal yet, take something out of someone for their whole life and gradually give it back, you have them feeling otherworldly, blessed and heck, even in a sense just powerful and godly, even if such thing is a tribal matter.
"Like I can do anything now."
At this she chuckled, must feel like the hottest piece of ass around the school, even though he has average looks at most. Going through the steps, she carefully went through them yet with a constant watch over the young male, the last thing she wanted is for him to be wounded in his own efforts to be powerful.
Once in the top of the room he grunted and his legs shook and he lost control, about to fall back; a pair of arms held him as the sound of the falling canes echoed through the hall, Aika´s slim yet strong arms held the male from under his arms and embraced his torso, as his legs once again have given up on him after the effort, constantly shaking, slightly swelled and with a massive ache that pulsed through his legs and his hip.
"I´m sorry."
He spoke, a constant word of him to her; and she hated it, she outright hated how the male self-punched himself and carried himself this way; for each step given forward it was a thousand back; he had nothing to apologize for to no one and yet he always finds it to just speak it, as if it caused him emotional discomfort and heck, emotional penance.
´What are you carrying?´
She asked wondering as she shook her head and settled him on his chair as he wore the helmet once more.
"And there you go again, apologizing for nothing."
At this he glanced down at his leg, laptop long in his backpack already, he spoke.
"You shouldn´t carry after myself; you…have your own life."
At this she frowned, there he goes again speaking himself as a weight to her, if she cared was for a reason, she enjoyed his presence and what they had built. This best-friends dynamic they have, well, friendship dynamic they have in which she teases and he blushes is something she has grown comfortable with, she gets to be free, speak all she wants and do whatever she wishes as he hears and contemplates, giving honest opinion about it.
"Oh please, don´t make yourself so important Loser, even someone like I has other things to do than bother myself with you all the time."
She stated out, masking her true feelings for the sake of not being hurt, of not letting herself be vulnerable to anyone ever.
"You should bow down that someone as I has taken the time to give you attention or otherwise you would´ve been wailing uselessly in the floor."
At this he sweatdropped and smiled rather awkwardly at her words.
"Then, thanks I guess."
He commented gently to which she shrugged and turned away with a huff, pushing the wheelchair forth, as he grunted and rubbed his legs, she glanced from the corner of her eyes as he rubbed his legs with apt attention.
"Does it hurt?"
She asked as he nodded without saying anything else, she bit her lower lip as she continued to walk forth.
"D-do you want to go to the infirmary?"
At this he placed a hand on his chest humbly.
"I´ll live."
As he continued to fiddle with his computer programs, she felt although very curious of the things he did, usually she thought he would be inside a porn site or reading manga, not exactly pressing keys on a dark screen with strange inputs and commands.
"What´s that?"
She asked glancing at the dark comuter screen with white words and code input as he explained briefly.
"Oh, I´m merely running a simulated analysis of my hacking software I´ll use for a job today."
At this she grew alarmed and spoke.
"Isn´t that Illegal?"
The girl asked to which he shrugged and spoke rather lightly.
"Yeah, if you´re discovered that is."
At this she frowned as he commented out.
"It was hard getting them to trust me, but after I proved my skills enough, I managed to be contracted for a heist, the amount of cash earned is of twelve zeroes, a trillionaire basically, that would be enough to maintain me for the rest of my life."
At this she frowned and shook her head, in the end money was the sin and of course the thing that many sought out, money and fame; Aika Kiryuu is the daughter of two international millionaire enterpreneurs making her, exceptionally a billionaire in a sense; living in a mansion in the more ´reserved´ area of Kuoh, having maids and butlers around to maintain it and around luxuries, she simulates it well by being a common schoolgirl, being dropped a few squares from school and going through a normal walk to school as any schoolgirl would, even if her parents wanted her to be left at the very gates of the school.
"If money´s what you need, I´m sure my parents would-."
At this Issei shook his head and rose his right arm. Her parents knew Issei already since a year ago, after their fridge was malfunctioning her parents were going to buy another one, but she though took her time to state that her tech-whiz friend could repair it and even improve the kitchen, to which without that much effort one day visiting the Kiryuu household, effortlessly repairing their fridge and even modernizing the water-piping system and the purifier in the overall systems, bettering the fridge´s servos and processors.
Of course unknown to Issei, both of Aika´s parents were once tournament Martial Artists and participated in what was many years ago a World Warrior tournament, where she eventually after a heart-wrenching story she was birthed and thus, her parents eventually used many of the cash they earned in street fights to get in business and also as fundraisers.
"I appreciate your worries Aika, but it´s yours, I can´t exactly accept your money."
At this the female frowned and crossed her arms in a immediate frown.
"But you can accept illicit money made of criminal acts?"
At this he sighed and glanced at his lap rather sad.
"It´s not that big of a deal."
At this she shook her head and after parking the chair and now at his front she shook her head and with a stern expression she spoke.
"It is, you are risking aiding some criminals, for the sake of being a trillionaire."
At this he sighed, glanced at her in the eyes as she spoke before turning once more towards his lap.
"I just want to pay them back for what they´ve done for me."
At this she crossed her arms and afterwards sighed. Without further ado, going to Class1 "A" filled with the highest scores in the entirety of Kuoh and a few lucky bunch that got in it, he took the last desk of the first row near the window in the corner sitting down and taking out his laptop, getting once more to check the program he´ll employ today to hack into a Bank´s Security System and luckily get away with it, the young male smirked; it spoke of cash, cash that would be untraced and that he could easily use, without effort, for anything he desires. He could almost rub his hands at the sheer thought of it.
"They are coming."
He could hear a few students say and run towards the entrance gates, shrugging as he remained with his work either way, he smiled as he continued to check on the software he crafted, if this work he could be able to pull different things.
But he was so getting ahead of himself anyway, he had to focus first on his job and afterwards with the hobbies, which after his first job he could certainly return to, before that though, he heard more pesky students this time, females, speaking in hushed voices but making no efforts in staying silent, it made his work of programming harder, with a groan he gruffly closed the lid of his laptop, surprising a few students in the class, those few that were doing nothing since, like him, they can be to themselves due to the fact that most of the ignorant population seemed to interrupt the morning.
Using his walking canes, he went forth towards the unoccupied window where he glanced at them emerging, graceful and almost as if the morning rays graced them to have shines to their hair, akin to stars; he almost rolled his eyes as most of the student population were taken by the above-average otherworldly beauty, way too overrated anyway and too highlighted to be any remarkable, the beauty almost resembled the core shuttle space program of the ISS, he snorted, Dr. Stephen Hawking´s calculations to the program were much perfect than they were anyway, he frowned and glared at them both.
Rias Gremory, Sixteen and Second Grader and the resident charge of the Occult Research Club, revered by many as the school beauty and the prime girl many must target, therefore he sharpened his gaze, remaining alert of the female was a must. She´s the top girl here and has thousands of fans, if you mess with her you mess with most males that want to have her, therefore if you want to live unbothered, you better look somewhere else, and HE wants to live.
Coming alongside her is the ever so co-star of the show Akeno Himejima a female whom sides Rias Gremory in everything, in a way sharply by her side ever so, the one with most scraps and a few fans after her also due to her perfect Japanese-Like beauty and perhaps even the smarts of the Japanese Beauties, he almost laughed, nothing could ever topple the computer-smarts, the calculative model of the computer or even the otherworldly intellect of the Alien Mind, such topics related to Science Fiction were a drug for him and simply seduced him in a world that doesn´t exists, however; is it true that it doesn´t?
Trailing after them he rose an eyebrow at two other females, dark haired and wearing glasses; turning around sharply and adjusting his glasses he chose not to glance ever after at them anyway, he has lost enough time and classes would soon start, wanting not to be in the alleyway rush many students take always, he instead went back to his seat and went back to his classes.
"W-would you like to go with us to the Karaoke?"
Reading advanced topics on Robotic Engineering although the book cover had a fake cover of a basic to-his-level math book, a pair of khaki/magenta-colored eyes glanced with an apathetic glance towards a blond haired boy, standing on both legs and with gray-blue eyes, the charming prince of Kuoh Academy as three females asked him out indirectly to have a good time with them as he glanced sitting in the grass as others did their lives, going on their own menial problems, Issei Hyoudou himself thought, that their lives are superficial, perhaps just as his is. Do beings truly act upon their freewill or is life actually all inside a complex program with something beyond his eyes could see? Humanity is vain, where is the worth? Why do they get to walk perfectly on their own two feet while he has to make around in a damned wheelchair? The world is full of injustice, the world needs change.
Dull, he needs something to do.
´Why do I bother?´
He asked himself as he glanced to his hands where two dark balls clutched in his right palm, obsessively moving his palm in a pattern to make both balls rotate around his palm, he had a focused gaze on the horizon. Today was a very important date, today at night his greatest job will be done and he´ll be bloody rich, but money aint the problem, but rather instead his thoughts were occupied in the nervousness of what he´ll do.
Legendary Men, have all done something for humanity or minimal things that marked their history, and while his wish was to be acknowledged as one of the greats, he feels, inferior in a sense to them.
A complex thing to explain.
His eyes from beneath his glasses glanced at the computer on his lab, as he tested and retested his programs and special commands for today at night, being handicapped is a natural condition of alienation; even if equality is something humanity always prides itself to and places, it´s only from the face outward, inwardly you´re treated with the difference everyone has. They can walk, YOU almost can´t, thus you can´t have a normal life.
He frowned as his hands balled into fists in anger, as he glared at Kiba Yuuto once more. He wished it, he wanted it; if it could exist he would seek it, alter his reality and change it everything.
Humans won´t change their attitude, no matter how much they attend to make their ideals change, their nature is to make minorities feel oppressed or reduced, he experienced it enough through most of his life, and his only reprieve is in what lies in his lap right now; that brings him joy and a paragon of power that nothing else could ever do. What is there a need for a cruel life when in fact you can create your own perfect life with the few tapping of the keys?
´Kiba Yuuto, I hate you.´
He harshly thought towards the male, without further ado as he walked out, glancing from afar as a pair of perverts were ready to go on their usual routine; his lips curved up wide almost evilly, his evilly good deed of the day is about to be commited.
A chuckling young man could be heard in the halls of Kuoh Academy Building, almost alone as a young male using a pair of walking aids walked the stairs at a slow pace; Issei Hyoudou has just made a big prank on Matsuda and Motohama, the resident duo of perverts and his friends, unintentional or perhaps not. After going through the effort of going to the Kendo Club´s Dojo and sneak a love-letter for Murayama under the pseudonym of Oracle, and after receiving it now both bastards were being chased by the angry females of the Kendo Club, his beautiful ears graced with their pleas and cries as they ran.
´And that´s a good end to my day.´
Once at home, a pair of khaki/magenta eyes glanced at a computer screen as he pressed the keys, today was a special day; after being requested for a hacking job of a Bank Facility, the job was an easy thing to do, as he connected various cables to his laptop´s ports various ports, he went to the cmd and started the job, once going for a big portable hard-drive disk he connected it and soon he started it.
With a smirk, slowly the light of the hard-drive disk started blinking alive as it slowly started to introduce crimson red letters.
WelshSystem 1024Hz Dream Drive Processor
As another tiny pad started to be set alight, it had a rigid plastic antennae various lights started to be set, tiny light as words slowly were keyed.
Goch Configuration Activated
As a pop-up screen appeared on the side, he glanced to the MSN application of an anonymous contact giving him various data and numbers, he smirked and started to slowly put more commands.
Bank Security System V 3.24.7
"Yes."
He stated out with a smirk, his WelshSystem Hard Drive with Goch Configuration worked, the combo; a deadly program which was actually a puncher which each time firewalls and other types of servers attempted to destroy it, instead took information from their registries to get more power and space of domain, in the end, it speaks the wise words, get stronger with what kills you, with such a system he crafted from zero since he was ten years old, with such perfection he easily glanced at the keyboard and started to fidde with the security system.
With some effort, as many text started going through, patches and many other sub-programs and functions the very own Goch Net Configuration Client Had, after literally stomping through the private network of the bank through its IP Adress used for wireless phone use and connection with its subsidiaries through the same net, as archaic as it sounded, using that to his advantage was quite something great.
"You won´t get me."
He smirked and soon a complex function appeared, asking for further commands.
"This must be the famed ´Circle-System´ of Security that the bank uses."
He frowned, taking out a paper and pencil his wheelchair took a distance from it and he started to picture it in his head; through the use of his own imagination slowly, the walls of his room, as if made of cartboard for a theatre fell off revealing a him inside a strongroom of a bank; what would a bank have.
´Cameras.´
He though to one of the corners, on his pen he wrote the same empty Matricial Function of System Security.
Going directly through the chat, he started typing the keys.
Full security system shutdown protocol started, the system will be shutdown, you have two hours before it reintegrates itself.
With a smirk he saw the black screen soon put a thousand if not million commands afterwards from the matrix, he almost chuckled out loud and applauded once and leaned on his wheelchair comfortably, with a sigh he finally did it, for the first time his system was working, of course he was working sweat as he easily glared at the computer and crossed his arms rather tense, this work will be his fountain of gold, he would be rich and wouldn´have to be around the Hyoudou´s anymore, it would be the first steps of his emancipation of this cruel household that has discarded him aside so harshly.
As he took out a pen and adjusted his glasses, the male easily glared at the computer as he went to it fast and glanced at an impaired code.
He frowned, such program wasn´t activated in his own catalogue, going to his notebook and rummaging to its pages of many schematics, functions, words and letters equally, many mathematics mixed in the annotations also, he frowned and found nothing about a System H, even after many simulations he found nothing about System H, which caused his eternal frown about it.
"It can´t be a mistake in the Matrix, I did it right."
He combed his hair and glanced at the time, he has received no message which seems that his clients are so far doing good where they are, and they haven´t answered anything and no breeches in his system yet, which means he´s cloaked, as a hacker should.
"Could it be a counter-security protocol of the own Bank to test hackers into activating it."
He frowned, this system H cannot be in his equation, in his prefect function.
´Quarantining it would be adequate for later study.´
He thought interested, could it be a new version of the Welsh Drive Processor, but to change its name naturally was not normal if not for his own commands.
With a frown he easily glared as the system had now three dots only.
Quarantine Succesfull.
Taking out the tiny USB port and going to the big computer, his own computer circular system created a pseudo Hypercomputer in the end of the day, both equipments connected, placing the USB in the big computer´s port he opened it and saw it, a golden orb as an application Icon.
It made no fucking sense at all.
Clicking once to know the details, he only found mismatch of text and he frowned.
"What the fuck are you?"
He breathlessly spoke not knowing exactly and he crossed his arms and pondered about this System H completely, a domain outside from his computer´s program and his hacking program and Hypercomputing System he crafted. Using the cmd, he frowned as the extrenal hard-drive was now working harder, but he needed to be clarified on this program´s origin.
System 64 cannot Analyze
He frowned.
´Must´ve not processed it right.´
System 64 cannot analyze
´Guess running a sa would also work.´
He thought and pressed once more the configuration of the command.
System 64 cannot execute simulated analysis
"Fuck!"
He cursed and slammed his palms in the table where the keyboard rested, and combed his hair, what happened, he didn´t knew but it was a hard frustration to do this and the damn program didn´t wanted to be analyzed.
´It´s as if…´
"No, I won´t execute a program that might put me in front of the CyberPolice with a big ´Here I Am´ tag. I´m not stupid."
He spoke gently and is fingers intertwined in an odd hand pose as he had a frown on his features.
The mocking presence of that damned System was already getting on his nerves, he glanced at the time, without his knowledge already One hour and Half has passed, he frowned but he´ll have to. Going to his laptop computer he pressed the enter key and nothing happened.
He sighed and went for a nearby short towel to clean his sweat and he smiled and shrugged, nothing happened then. That was before though long strings of golden glowering commands and codes ran at even pace his eyes couldn´t follow.
Soon though a bright light blinded his eyes and he cried out his chair due to the connection with his brain through his diadem moved back and in such a movement he fell to the floor and the chair was to the side, discarded almost as his head fell in unconsciousness.
The sunlight peeked through the window, as a pair of khaki/magenta eyes opened sharply and they glanced to his position in the floor, unceremoniously on his sleeping boxers and tank-shirt his blurred vision slowly cleared.
He frowned and groaned, he had a massive headache, what was this exactly?
´System H…wait, it´s the name of that odd program.´
He widened his eyes and dragged himself towards his walking canes to the side of the bed, taking a hold of them and glancing at the hour, early enough, he got up using the bed as a support, once done he used the walking canes to straighten himself and get to the bed, so a whole day has passed, by now already the payment of the job must´ve been in process.
Right now, though, the promises of being rich paled back in comparison to what he now had in doubt.
As he blinked and glanced at the red letters of System H at his front, what was this.
System G apparently has an external drive connected to its port, like a USB to a computer, biting his lower lip he glared at the it and thought of it, what else than to boot it.
´Not like you haven´t given me much of a choice, bastard.´
Insulting the program as if it were a tangible being, it messed with his normalcy of a life and calculated risk odds, without any further ado he easily thought of it.
A massive green glowering appeared mismatched with crimson red and yellow colors, as he grunted and pain shot through his hand mostly, as he cried out, his damned right hand as he glanced at it, a crimson red gauntlet-like object that occupied only his hand and nothing else.
"What is this?"
He cried out in shock, as he glanced at his palm in crimson red, he grunted and spoke.
´You are going to give me answers, I don´t care if I have to shove a hard analysis on your ass.´
He thought and glance at the lines of code.
As he slowly widened his eyes and he felt and the entire world shift around him, as he literally was plunged away from his room throughout the door and flying away towards the sky, as if he were falling by gravity, as he glanced at the radiance of a golden light itself, he was plunged into the very outside of the rims of planet earth, the very orb, was so majestic glancing at it. Before a bright white light got him inside a room, its inside was empty and in the very center a pillar, with the height up to his middle abdomen, with a white dimly glowering sphere.
Stepping towards it, he glanced at it and his hands approached to it.
´What are you?´
He asked himself as the very orb as a screen projector projected the image of a figure, a humanoid-like figure with blond hair, straight and flowing, white robes and twelve wings white in its back, a halo atop it, closed eyes and hands cupped in a prayer-like position.
"An angel!?"
As the form vanished text started to be placed.
BOOTLEG – HEAVEN SYSTEM FAITH DRIVER FOR SOUL OPERATIVE PROGRAM, Version 2.37
BOOTLEG is successfully installed.
´Heaven system!?´
He asked himself yet also exclaimed with alarm obliviously and a text document started to be placed, a words were placed in the notepad like projector and he read.
Heaven System
The Principial system that maintains life in the reality and dimension of Draconic Deus; all creatures, supernatural and not are bound to its rule, the System is a full-circular users in which it administers the amount of existences, the codes are…
34r5ty6tgrfer456fgtrer&%$··$%&/(/&%$·%&/()=)(/&%$·"
´W-what does this even mean?´
He thought rather shocked as a part of the text cleared itself as it went further down and focused.
Base Code Breaker System
Matrix Error: Cannot Execute Domain.
Human retains its same 3'200,000 Kilobytes Evolution is not Appliable Matrix
¿Evolve?
The projection showed photos of the first computer´s creation the famous ENIAC calculator, and slowly it showed also humans in automobiles, microprocessors, he crossed his arms, it was hard to predict anything. Yet he had a theory.
"I see, so the system, which apparently rules over the domains of us, all living beings; and all the things that happen in the world, apparently thought of the last years of human technological evolution as a species evolution of adaptation by changing its genetics, a biological component of something that was done on the surroundings and not ourselves."
He guessed out loud, wandering about its complexity as he crossed his arms and snorted.
"Heaven, that means god? So does it means that God believed in a sense that humans after living so much in the world would stay still using clubs, hammers and wood; what a foolish notion."
´So you created another user out of you.´
He thought rather fascinated of it and he read further the written iconograph as it ceased to write and he thought out.
"But, then, this system if it created a subsidiary program, I must know more about it."
Attempting to step towards the orb once more and approach its hands, he was thus shot forth away from the room as he screamed out, and glanced at himself falling into the world itself and outside it, in an overall hypnotic trance before falling once more into the surface of his room with a shock-filled face.
´I need answers.´
But nothing as sheer shocking as the message he received.
We extend our thanks for your contributions, I believe it is time for us to meet. Meet us in this location tomorrow at 21:22
We extend our thanks for your contributions, I believe it is time for us to meet. Meet us in this location tomorrow at 21:22
Humanity, when given a chance can strike a hard bargain from its usual tenors, moreover when given job opportunities, for Issei Hyoudou being acknowledged as someone of knowledgeable respect is something he won't ever voice out loud but made him cheerful. At the exact hour specified, he didn't bothered to tire his leg muscles to wait, thus he chose instead to use one of his free time inventions a sleek formal wheelchair like the one his favorite character add Charles Xavier uses, an exact copy, with his diadem to automatically move it wherever he desires with simple thoughts.
"Dr. Strauss?" A stern male voice asked from the shadows as Issei nodded, life has self-inspiring moments, this are one of his. Emerging from the shadows a dark-haired chinese male wearing uniform and a big-spear appeared. "That is my hacker Alibi, yes." From the shadows emerged others as he glanced to the figure. "You look young to be a doctor." A silver-haired male retorted at the name, but Issei chose to answer. "My name is a mere testament to my expertise in a specific area of knowledge." At this though the Chinese male spoke. "Doctor, your contributions to my organization have been many, you've been with us since the start, risking your life and integrity for us, that, is something that is to be acknowledged and praised. Your deeds to humanity won't ever be forgotten, thus, it is time to have your raise in our ranks." The male replied and Issei rose an eyebrow, to which the male spoke. "My name is Cao Cao, but May I ask Doctor. What do you think of the enemies of humanity; angels, fallen angels, devils and all mystical creatures?" At this Issei blinked, logic is a realm that allowed for no supersititions or even myths, humanity has evolved from its dark ages to an age of reasoning and understanding, of science and evolution through the change of the surroundings.
"They were created as a way to give to our minimal fears, to our own subconscious ignorance to give logic and meaning to, things that we once in history didn't knew, now that humanity has evolved, that we can progress beyond the realms of our very sight and truly change the entire world and its concepts, such enemies simply turned into unexistant. Why bother with angels when our own enemies can be a malfunctioning computer program? A code that rebels computers against us? Our own tools hurting us and turning against us?" At this they all glanced in shock as Issei shrugged, Occult things weren't of his interest, they've been outmatched by technology and science.
"But what if I told you, that it is all real."
System In-Out Codes
System\ X\:\ C\:Boot/s\ (In),\ Reboot/s\ (Reestart),\ Shutdown/s\ (Out)
System Comand Codes
System\ X/:CEtiology\ {Command[Goal/Purpose]}
System\ X/:C/:\ Etiology\ {Command||Subcommand||[Goal/Purpose]}
Subcommands can be placed in either Bi-One Brackets
Creative Commands
(Material 2 ···-TR ·············-PrimaTeria)
( |·····\\\Mt ···········)
(Material 1 ··=Materia ·····\\\-R )
In a Creative Equation, one needs to mix two materials at a minimal to be able to transmutate them, which means exactly a reduction process to cause a transformation, which in algebraic notation a transmutation or reduction process is a process in the negative spectrum of mathematics and code, a positive material faced with a negative process of reduction in an algebraic process creates a Negative PrimaTeria a negative Matter, a unstable material that needs to directly be extracted of what one truly seeks which turns into a Negative Radical, that of which will create a positive mutative material which, faced with certain matters will create a New Materia and thus create something new.
Elimination Commands
-1
Lim ((Xn - Log n (Tn)))
Xn-Infty
X is the property of power (Devil, Angel…depends on the race it gives a total value of number of 1-5 no more no less each race has a different numet) of a being N is the times of power it has (Amount of Wings in Angels and Fallen, In devils it takes the expression of the next formulae in other races it will be specified the elements of each of the values, X is an automatic value read by the Powers, N is a value that he´ll have to reveal by himself. The negative logarithm is the natural function of elimination and T takes the value of Time, of the actual time in units…this value is actually very random and just included to give a sense of realism to the formulae (as a sense of materializing itself in the actual world) and the last element which is the -1 applies and gives the whole property a negative aspect, the actual result is and must always be a negative result.
The meaning of the result? Simply, the quantity of the result is the Elimination Hertz in which a being´s existence will be forever erased from reality, meaning, they never would exist, meaning, no one will remember them at all that they existed and all the trace of their existence, what they did, what they meant, their trace on reality will be forever erased, This, in better or worse, is an Anti-Creation Equation; since using the same algebraic principles of creation of playing with plus and minus, in this equation, a total minus result subjected to a minus exponent in the end creates a positive number which in the end manages to do a stable Hertz or Cycles per second for elimination. With each enemy, Issei Hyoudou´s power will eventually throw him commands and numbers, like a calculator innately; all calculations must be cleverly done, if one single number is less than placed, then elimination command won´t happen because of ´Syntax Error´ which will equal to ´Matrix Error´.