Issei awoke the next morning to find himself on the couch of all places, with hardly any idea how he got there he looked blearily around for some tip or clue as to why he was face down on his cold and lumpy couch when their was a perfectly fine bed not to far from him up the stairs. It wasn't normal for him to fall asleep on the couch so it was a bit alarming for him to be so. It was in that moment of strange consciousness between sleep and wakefulness that Issei found himself, able to look around and perceive his surroundings but not truly understand nor comprehend his situation.
After a wild few moments of him dumbly looking around, the haze fogging his mind cleared enough to let the sound of soft humming and the smell of bacon in through its density. He let his mind process this for a second before he reached out and grabbed the back of the couch and pulled himself up so that he could look over into the kitchen.
As his head popped over the couch Issei was still shucking off the last dredges of sleep, but as his eyes peeked over the burgundy fabric of his couch Issei lost all pretense of sleep as he was greeted by the sight of bright pink panties dancing around the sparse space of his kitchen causing him to slip and crash into the floor.
"Yuuma what the hell?!" He said as he shot up from the ground, embarrassment written all over his face. The poor girl stopped like a deer in the headlights with a fresh pan of waffles hovering in the air just over the table, her hair was wild and disheveled and she was only wearing a loose sweater that fell halfway down her shoulder to reveal the top half of her bubblegum bra and the milky flesh within. To him she looked utterly adorable as she stared at him in innocent bewilderment at his shouting, the sight of her long and loose dark hair tumbling down over her far shoulder leaving her smooth neck open and looking absolutely delectable awoke places he wished would go go back to sleep.
"Issei you scared me! Did I do something wrong?" She asked innocently, as if it was perfectly normal that she was practically naked in his house cooking breakfast. Then again...was it really that bad for her to be practically naked in his house cooking breakfast? It wasn't like she was actually naked it was just...bad for his health.
"What no...just...ah..gah what are you doing in your underwear?!" He struggled to find the words but after a minute he managed that frantic question. Yuuma looked down at her legs and, as easy as pie and as if it was normal for her to be prancing around with her legs on display with her pink covered butt hanging out the back and her privates peeking out from under a sweater he was beginning to suspect was his gray hoodie, thank god he was behind the couch!, calmly looked back up and said.
"It's hot." like it was the most obvious thing in the world, come to think of it...it was a bit warm in there. Maybe he should open a window, or take a cold shower.
"That's why god created shorts!" He said, tossing his hands into the air and jerking them in her directing about an inch or two in a frustrated manner.
"But Issei!" She whined, dropping the pan onto the table. "I don't have any shorts, all I brought with me was what I wore last night and it's to hot for that."
"Why didn't you bring any clothes? we have school in less than an hour!" Issei said after looking at the clock on the wall above the basement door that was opposite the stairs leading up next to the mantle. Yuuma took a moment to process that before simply grabbing the pan of waffles and quickly shoveling them onto a pair of plates.
"Then you need to hurry up and eat." She said seriously as she dipped into the fridge for the tub of strawberries and cream she had brought with her last night, he was wondering what those were for.
"Screw breakfast you need to get home and get dressed." He said, getting ready to sprint up the stairs for her clothes. He could be ready in five minutes, but her knew from past experience how long it took girls to get dressed. Yuuma herself being the main culprit of his hands on education.
"I'm not going." Yuuma said before stubbornly dropping into a chair at the table causing Issei to pause on the first step.
"Why not?!" Issei said as he whirled around, his voice becoming rough and rising a couple octaves in frustration.
"Because I'm sick." Yuuma said innocently before unconvincingly coughing into her hand. "See." Issei looked at her blankly.
"Cute." he deadpanned. "You know you really need to take school more seriously Yuuma or else you're gonna be stuck with me doing some last minute cramming."
"Such a shame." She sighed as she drummed her fingers on the table. "Now come and eat your breakfast mister."
With a defeated sigh, Issei gave in and sat at the table right where she had set him up. Right next to her. Being next to Yuuma wasn't the problem, being next to a half naked Yuuma whose left breast was constantly shifting around do to her happily cutting into her waffle whilst humming and shifting from hip to hip with the sudden pink flashes of color from between her thighs catching his eye every few seconds because Yuuma decided to sit away from the table, was. Yuuma was a delight to be around, but her innate innocence to her own body and its effects on men, while adorable, tended to drive Issei up the wall. He had known her for months and he felt like they were good friends, but it was his desire for more that grated at him most.
He...didn't have friends. Growing up was just a blur and he'd been alone ever since he'd moved to Kuoh so he greatly cherished the relationship he had between himself and Yuuma, but waking up to the sound of her cooking and the sight of her happily flitting about his kitchen in her undies as if it were natural had him wondering if they could ever be more.
He glanced over at her as she lifted a forkful of waffle covered in strawberries and cream, a piece of bacon held just waiting to be eaten. Seeing her there, next to him with such happiness and ease, he could just imagine having a life with her. A life where she belonged there, next to him. Where he wasn't so alone in this empty house and her cheer would stay forever. He wanted that, he wanted her. She looked up at him and smiled, a bright toothy grin that he swore had light coming off it as she looked at him. The darkness of her hair complimented her smile, soaking in her light so that he may enjoy it without going blind as her eyes glittered in that self same light.
"You look so serious right now, is there something on my face?" She said, a bit of a laugh in her tone as she lifted her knife from the table to examine her teeth.
"No." Issei assured her. "It's fine...just perfect." To perfect for me.
"Then why are you staring?" Yuuma said as she set down the knife, she was leaned back in the chair with her legs drawn up onto it as one lay against the seat. It was a very provocative pose, one that he was sure most would kill to see from someone a beautiful as Yuuma but Issei paid it no mind as he had begun the slow treacherous descent into his own minefield of self doubt and loathing.
"You left the stove on." He replied, calmly pointing behind her with his thumb before she whipped around in her seat, her hair taking wing in the whirl and flew through the air like a black tide before it settled down the length of her back, twisted as it was as she glanced at the stove.
"Aaah!" She shot out of her seat with a yelp and rushed to the stove, swiftly turning it off before it caught fire. Issei gave a small smile at how adorable Yuuma could be, in just five minutes she brought more life to this house than he could in the year and a half he had lived there. The rooms seemed brighter, the colors more pronounced and the house itself seamed warmer. But he knew, he knew that as soon as she walked out that door everything would fade and die. The clean white walls would turn a dead gray and the light streaming in from the window would no longer suffice to warm the cold, dead halls of his lonely home. One day she would forget about him, she would fall in love with someone that deserved her and she would leave him behind as was her right. So he would cherish what little time they had together before it was gone, and in the interest of preserving what little they had left he would swallow these thoughts, these dreams of a future that would never be.
"Wow, I am so glad you caught that Issei. That could've been bad." Yuuma said as she sat back down, a fresh glass of orange juice in her hands.
"So am I." Issei agreed, reaching forward for his own drink. Grasping the half empty glass of apple juice Issei could feel the tiny tremors beginning to take his hands. It was soft, barely noticeable, but the feeling in his hands where already fading and his grip was weakening. Seeing this Issei began to stand.
"Excuse me." He said as he stood from the table, taking his glass with him as he headed toward the stairs. His steps light and his gait calm as he climbed the steps up to the second floor. To his left was the master bedroom down the hall and a bit closer than that was the spare while to his right was the guestroom and next to that was the bathroom. It was a big house for only one person, with a basement and an attic to boot it was down right huge to live in by yourself.
After entering into the bathroom, Issei shut the door and twisted the lock. Moving to the sink he placed his glass atop the counter and calmly reached up his trembling hand to open the mirror. Inside was three small selves recessed into the wall that held a number of objects such as toothpaste, painkillers, decongestants and the like. But on the lowest self was a line of clear orange bottles which Issei reached for and gradually took down one by one before opening each and taking a set amount from them. before he got half way he soon had six different pills in his hand which he brought to his mouth and dumped them inside.
Ignoring the bitter taste of the medicine on his tongue Issei reached over and grabbed his glass of apple juice, chuckling at the random thought of it looking like urine, and brought it to his lips to rinse down the medication in one gulp. Having set down the glass Issei continued the process with the rest of the bottles as his hands began to shake, the tremors becoming violent enough that as he drank from his glass it slipped from his hand and smashed against the tiles of the bathroom floor, shattering into a thousand pieces. The sound must've echoed in the otherwise silent house because soon after the crash he heard footsteps rushing up the stairs.
"Issei?!" Yuuma said from the other side of the door, a bit of anxiety in her voice as she tried the handle only to find it locked before she slapped at the door. "Issei are you okay?!"
"I'm fine, just dropped my glass." He said as he hurriedly placed the bottles back into the mirror.
"Why'd you even have it with you?" She asked, confusion replacing her worry as she stopped hitting the door.
"I had to take some Ibuprofen, that damn couch hurt my back." He said as he placed he last of the bottles in the cabinet before he closed the mirror, which fit seamlessly against the wall like it was simply hanging there.
"I told you to sleep with me, maybe you'll listen next time." Yuuma may have been unaware of how she affected men but Issei sure as hell wasn't. If he had spent the night with her last night it would've been nigh impossible to keep the status quo with her being so damn close wearing so little, he would've reacted and then where would he be? Alone, again. She didn't want him, she was to good for him. She was an angel, and he...well he wasn't.
Issei opened the door to find Yuuma standing there with a curious tilt to her brow. Her arms where crossed and she had evened out the collar of the hoodie, she looked suspicious.
"Why was the door locked?" She asked, not looking the least bit convinced. Issei looked at her with a blank expression before tilting his head to look back into the bathroom.
"It's the bathroom." He said as he brought his eyes back to her. "I used it."
"Oh." Yuuma said, her cheeks turning a little pink before she turned around and walked back stairs. Leaving Issei to follow after he cleaned up his mess.
Later on in the day, Yuuma found herself alone in Issei's house. She had waved him off earlier with the promise to lock up but it was nearing lunch and she still hadn't found it in herself to leave. She loved going about from room to room picking through his things, trying to find more that she could use to get closer to him. But since this wasn't the first time she had done so she didn't find much, she did however manage to work off some of the left over energy she had from being exposed to his aura for so long. She found great pleasure in leaving her scent around the house and in his bed most especially, she had spent four hours there alone with her hand between her legs with various different ideas and positions on her mind as she worked herself to release. It wasn't as good as when she fucked Dohnaseek but she didn't feel like leaving just yet and this was the one place she would never bring him so she contented herself to four or five hours of masturbation with Issei's toothbrush, which truly was a joy in and of itself.
It felt good to mark something of his, even better when she thought about said object going into his mouth, it filled a primal need that Yuuma, now as Raynare, felt needed to be done. She was marking him, claiming him so that the next bitch that came through knew just who he belonged to. Kalawarner would call her a slut but she didn't care, that old hag didn't know how it felt to be so close to that...that...presence and not do anything about it. It was like rough sex and violence had been given a fragrance, it was like she was constantly being egged on to the edge of climax, of sanity, constantly being bombarded with desire only to be yanked back to go through it all over again, it was maddening. Raynare wished she could let Kalawarner taste as much of his aura as she had instead of the brief whiff she got as Issei passed by, but that would mean leaving her alone with Issei. And Raynare couldn't have that, Issei was hers and she would be damned if she let anyone take him from her. Not even for a second. She could tell that he would be powerful, she had waited thousands of years for someone like him and now that she had him...oh god~.
Raynare groaned into the wadded boxers she had shoved into her nose while her nether regions spurted out her nineteenth orgasm of the day all over Issei's bed. She had shucked her disguise in favor of her older, much more desirable form. Her long dark hair bleed into the whiteness of his sheets, cascading like tiny rivers of molten tar against the snowy backdrop as gravity pushed the weight of her arched body onto her head which in turn pushed it down further into the mattress before she dropped down hard against the springy mattress. Her breast heaved like great billows as she rested from her most recent exertion, their weight unfettered by gravity as they wobbled atop her chest and she smiled.
Taking one last musky breath from the underwear in her grip, Raynare let her arm fall to the mattress like a ten pound weight as her other hand gently massaged her tender folds. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her focus more on her a different sense as she breathed in the scent of the room and smiled. It smelled like her now, after hours of work and a fitful night of sleep she had done it once again. Every corner of the room, from the bed to the carpet practically wreaked of her musk and she loved it. She loved marking her territory because it was her territory, no one else could've made it this far without fucking things up. Mittelt didn't have self control to keep herself in check and Kalawarner was far to stiff to actually seduce Issei. Though it wasn't without its bumps, the requirement of Dohnaseek for one, she was so close to her goal that she could taste it and for once in her life she was happy. It was amazing how one mortal boy could do this to her, sure she came to him because of his potential but so what? Human women married human men for less than that so what was the problem, she wanted him.
Like a cancer the boy himself had grown on her to the point where if she just focused on what he was saying she could almost forget about the overwhelming desire to grab him by the cock and fuck him seven ways to hell, it was kinda romantic. When she had first met him she could barely even speak to him without having to run away and find some poor guy to fuck to death, however slowly but surely she was able to force herself to spending more and more time with him. And so their relationship began, and once Dohnaseek got involved things became immensely easier, it helped that he felt threatened by the boy. That same aura that had won her over had been like a challenge to the other fallen, it had been a great stroke of luck that they had fallen in bed together or Issei would've been dead. Of course, after Issei's brought into the fold that will become a problem once again but maybe she could placate the angel long enough for Issei to settle into his powers. It was an idea at least.
The sound of the doorbell brought her from her thoughts, being alone in the house meant that she had two options, answer the door or wait for them to leave. She decided to wait, she'd just caught another whiff of Issei from something and could feel herself building up again but that soon proved unwise as the ringing became urgent and then whoever it was began to pound against the door.
At this point Raynare was highly irritated and so she stood woefully from the bed and dressed, feeling rather naughty she slipped into the pair of Issei's underwear she had been holding onto. The checkered fabric held snug against her thighs tightly, tight enough that she couldn't even button the front due to the distance between the button and its socket. Uncaring, Raynare shrugged on Issei's gray hoodie that she had worn all day except now she had a bit of trouble fitting it over her breast so now the garment that once swallowed her figure now hung like curtain off her tits, revealing her tight stomach and the back breaking curves of her hips, snugly enveloped by the cotton of Issei's underwear. Thinking back, she remembered how Issei had reacted to her younger, less developed form. The modest amount of skin she had shown had the boy nearly bursting a blood vessel, this form however would certainly give the boy a hernia. She really needed to do something about that virginity of his, though it was cute seeing him blush at every tiny glimpse at her cleavage.
Bouncing her way down the stairs she idly noted that the couch still smelled a little bit like Issei before she opened the door to find a small blonde girl wearing a Victorian era dress and twin bushes of blonde hair done in pig tails. This was Mittelt in all her boorish glory, she wasn't very seductive in nature nor was she really anything special, so it escaped Raynare how the half breed had managed to become their go between with the powers that be.
"What is it?" Raynare said, she hated being interrupted during important moments. The answer she received from the girl was her wrinkling her little nose.
"It stinks." Mittelt said bringing her hand up to cover her nose at the smell coming from the house. In response Raynare folded her arms and lent a little against the threshold, partly in satisfaction but also to allow more of her smell to wash over the little girl.
"And that little one, is how I know you're a virgin." Raynare said with a grin before her eyes drifted up and down the girls body. "That and that awful fashion sense of yours, not to mention those tiny little bumps you dare to call breast."
"Shut it you bloated milk cow, you talk about fashion sense but look at what your wearing! Where'd you even find that hoodie, sluts-R-us?!" The blonde shot back, but instead of getting angry Raynare simply smirked.
"I'll have you know that this little outfit I'm wearing, belongs to Issei. I'm just trying it out ahead of time. Seeing what works before I make my move. You see, a woman." She waved a hand down her side. "Wearing her mans clothes is more effective than you think, but you wouldn't know that of course. Being a child and all. And that smell, it's mine."
"No wounder it stinks." Mittelt said, waving a hand in front of her nose to clear the heady stench from her poor little nose. Raynare laughed.
"Oh dear child, if it weren't for that you wouldn't even be standing here. Probably off rutting in a ditch somewhere, Issei's aura is quite strong." Raynare mused at the image of little mittelt panting like a dog on her hands and knees, begging to be taken like a bitch in heat under the drowning waves of that damnable presence. It was to good not to at least crack a smile.
"Yes, and that's why I'm here." Mittelt said, ignoring the perverted smirk the older grigori had while she stared of wistfully. "We have to kill him."
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Issei sat in class near the middle of the pack, about four seats away from the window. It wasn't the best of spots in the world but it was his. He greatly enjoyed him time here, it was a good school. The teachers where professional but understanding when they needed to be, though they did have some trouble with the nurse about a year ago but that was long dealt with. It was such a shame too, she was nice. He had met her a little after he arrived when he sprained his wrist in one of those five on ones he got into, the two had talked while she nursed his black eye and gave him a splint. Though, looking back, she was kinda acting funny during the whole thing. Sniffing his hair and just all around creepy now that he thought about it, not haunted house kinda creepy but more like sex offender kinda creepy. Huh, guess it wasn't really such a surprise after all that she had been caught with those boys. And to think all those times he went to see the nurse he'd been talking to a pedophile.
Anyway, Issei kinda liked the school, student body non-withstanding, the campus grounds where beautiful in a modernistic kinda way. With a red brick outer-wall encasing its perimeter the school consisted of an escalator system type school, it had various different buildings for primary, middle, and high school as well as it's own university. Most of these buildings were brand new, only being at most half a decade old or so, but there was an older building somewhere on the grounds that used to be the main building but Issei had no idea what it was used for now, maybe pre-K? Either way all of this was owned by Gremory Industries, this huge conglomerate from overseas who apparently bout the place because his kid was a huge japanophile. Go figure. Anyway, the buildings where separated by courtyards and distance with trees placed in between to give the illusion that each building was its own separate campus. The building set right in the middle was the high-school, it was also the largest building due to that year level being where the academy got the majority of their applicants. Issei himself had never been inside any of the other buildings, having only moved here about a year and some change ago, but he heard they where nice.
Since it was around twelve o'clock Issei was in the middle of his math exam, well the class was he was nearing the end of it himself. Honestly he felt that the school had eventually placed math directly next to lunch just to make kids rush during times like this, no one wanted to miss their lunch break over some dumb test. It was kind ova test within a test so to speak, to see who valued what more. The metaphorical future or the immediate present, that was an interesting train of thought. What was truly more valuable an intangible possibility of how your life could be several years from now or the ephemeral moment in time one found themselves in? Issei supposed that it was a bit of both, prepare for the future, build up your castle walls brick by brick, but live in the moment. Enjoy the experience of laying those bricks, memorize the texture of the foundation of your future so that when it too becomes the past, you would not be disappointed in your castle.
Perhaps he should've been a philosopher.
"Mr. Hyoudou. Are you finished with your test?" Said his teacher, an older man with yellow rimed glasses.
"Yes sir." Issei chirped, grabbing his papers and handing them over to the old man. Mr. Takeyama was nearing his sixties but still had a way with his students, he could intimidate the hell outta them if he wanted to. Mr. Takeyama glanced over the papers momentarily before stepping back and gesturing slightly towards the door.
"Then you may take your leave, have a good day Mr. Hyoudou." He said before turning away and walking back up the lane between his row and the one on the left. Issei quietly gathered his things and left. Quietly closing the door Issei found himself walking through the silent hallways of the academy, it was a little unnerving to tell the truth. Seeing the wide halls that usually held so many people empty was a little unnerving, it reminded him far to much of home. Which reminds him, he really needs to repaint the house. Maybe get a nice rug, yeah that'll work. A nice fluffy rug to put in the living room, maybe he'd get Yuuma to go and help him pick one out. That'll be nice, just the two of them picking out furniture. His thoughts were interrupted when he accidentally bumped into somebody, the force nearly sending the two of them to the ground. Reaching out his hand in that instantaneous response, Issei steadied the other person.
"My bad I'm sorry." He said in the breath between the impact and the actual moment he turned to see who he was talking to. "I wasn't really paying attention there." Issei looked back at the guy in his grasp and saw that the other boy had blond hair and was smiling.
"Oh don't worry about, it happens to the best of us." the blond said as he straightened his clothes and Issei did the same.
"Well you would know, from what I hear you are the best of us." Issei said having recognized the boy as the schools idol, Yuuto Kiba. "Name's Issei, nice to meet you." He said stretching out his hand.
"Oh nonsense, I'm not any better than anyone else. And I know who you are Hyoudou-san, we had history together last year." Kiba said, but still shook Issei's hand anyway. He had a good strong grip, it was a good thing to have. Though it seemed a bit to strong in Issei's opinion, almost like he wanted to crush Issei's hand but was trying not to. Issei said nothing about it tho, he just tightened his grip a bit before they both released amicably. With that done with Issei noticed the spilled papers strewn about the floor and guessed that they belonged to Kiba since he had bent down to retrieve them.
"Yeah, that's where I know you from. Here, let me give you a hand." Issei said as he too knelt down to gather what appeared to be fliers with strange symbols written over it. "Hey, what the heck are these?" Issei said holding out one of the pages, Kiba looked up for what he was doing for a moment to see the flier.
"Oh that's just a flier for a club I'm in, the Occult Research Club. We give those out every so often to see if we can attract some new members." He said as he returned to gathering the fallen papers up off the floor.
"Occult Research Club." Well that explained the weird magic circle printed on the front. "Guess it's a stupid question to ask what you guys do."
"Well, I personally believe that no asked question is stupid." He said as he stood up and straightened the stack using Issei's offered back. "But we also assist people with their own paranormal experiences."
"Sounds great, I would consider joining but I've already have my afternoons booked." Issei said after handing Kiba his own stack. "I work."
"Oh really? Where at, is it any place I know?" Kiba asked while he worked Issei's pile into his own.
"Nah, I work with this local construction company in town. They go around building various things from houses to fences, just yesterday we fixed this woman's roof off of fifth street." Issei said, he never figured he'd actually talk so long with Kiba, the guy was practically a god to the girls here at school so it was a bit surprising that the guy knew his name. It was possible he had picked it up from some of the girls, he was known to be their knight in shinning armor at times so it wasn't much of a stretch for them to ask Kiba to keep an eye on him. Even so the conversation was friendly enough, the stern handshake notwithstanding.
"It's very admirable for one our age to do such hard labor, there are many ways one could fall at this age but that is not one of them. You should be proud of yourself." Kiba said, making Issei actually feel a sense of pride in himself.
"Thanks." Issei said and Kiba nodded before looking down.
"You know what." He reached down and grabbed a paper out of the stack and held it out. "Take one, I'm sure the club could use a guy like you if you can find the time."
"Well damn, thanks." Issei reached out and grabbed the slip of paper and pulled, the slip seemed to hesitate for a moment before it gave way and was stuffed into the inside pocket of Issei's jacket. After that the two bid their goodbyes and Issei made his way to lunch.
Seeing as how he had actually gotten an extra twenty minuets for lunch, Issei was in a bit of a debate with himself over whether or not to step off of campus for lunch there was a nice little deli not to fare from the school that Mr. Takao had shown him. It had a pretty good selection from what he remembered, but it was a little pricey compared to the Subway three blocks down. Either way he'd have to leave school grounds and then sneak back in which could lead to a rather uncomfortable encounter with the student council, he'd already had three run ins with them so far and wasn't really looking forward to another. Neither of his options were worth that, though if he could manage to snag another of Ms. Amano's pot pies that would be worth another sit down from Ms. Sitori. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. He was gonna stop by there this afternoon anyway so why not kill two birds with one stone, He'd stop by and see how she's doing, and get free food!
"Hey blue boy!"
Oh dear god why? Why do this to me now, I'm hungry! Issei whined in his brain as he tried to ignore the person that had called out to him. These pricks have been fucking with him for over a year now and Issei didn't know if they where just stupid or trying to prove something by hounding him all year, probably both. He heard the sound of jogging feet and mentally groaned just before he felt a hand slap against the back of the head.
"Hey prick I know you heard me." A boy said as he came into view, he had a bald head and piercings in both ears running along the edge down to the lobe. This was Mako Tsudohara, and he was the leader of a gang of assholes that were a pain in Issei's ass.
"Yeah I heard you Mako, piss off." Issei said as his picked up his pace, trying to leave the boys behind proved futile however as he was suddenly wrenched back by the handle of his bag which nearly made him lose his footing, but luckily there was a nice brick wall to catch his fall as he was pushed into it. The kid that had his hands on Issei was sturdily built fat kid about a head taller than Issei with a squashed face and a harelip scar, they called him Twoso because he supossedly had a twin, that he ate.
"Come on blue boy, you don't need to talk like that. We're all friends here." Mako said coming closer and leaning against the wall to Issei's right while Twoso held him against the wall.
"Yeah blue boy, we're all friends." Echoed a little boy that bounced around them like a frog, this was Wart. He was mostly the tag along, following Mako and keeping him hyped up. Wart was a flighty little thing with a large cluster of acne all over his face.
"See!" Mako pointed a thumb at wart who hopped in and out of view from behind Twoso, who doesn't talk much. "So as friends you mind telling me why the fuck I saw you talking to Koneko Tojo outside school yesterday?"
"Fuck you, that's why." Issei said, but apparently that wasn't a good enough answer as soon enough Mako had blasted Issei in the stomach forcing a grunt out of him. He felt Mako's fist bounce against his spleen, which was an odd feeling. A painful one, but odd. Issei had little chance to fight back as he couldn't rightly overpower Twoso, the guy's family ran a damn fitness club for gods shake. Which made it a little strange that the guy was still so fat, must be his metabolism.
A slap to the face drug Issei out of his thoughts as fingers gripped his hair and pushed his head back against the wall at an odd angle so that he had to look up at Mako, who had a bugger up his nose. It was nasty looking, big and slimy just past his nostrils just ready to fly off any minute. That was just what Issei needed, a big fat booger just sneezed onto his face, then and only then, would his day be perfect.
Not.
"Listen here blueboy, I don't know how much of a lolicon you are, and I don't really care, but Wart over there has had his eye on that cunt for a while now and I told him he'd have first dibs. Didn't I Wart?" Mako said.
"Yeah boss, that you did. Mhm mhm." Wart looked as happy as a pig in shit what with that frog lipped mouth of his curled into a sleazy smile that covered his greasy pimpled face.
"So you see, she's spoken for. And while we're at it so are Rias and Akeno, I got my claim on them. So if I see you trying to put the moves on anyone of them." Issei felt something cold and hard pressing against his cheek, the light shining off the cool metal of the switchblade Mako had in his hand. "I'll kill ya. I'll gut you from asshole to tearduct and bury you beneath five tons of concrete." You see, there was a little interesting fact about Mako. His mother was Ameyuri Tsudohara, who owned the largest construction business in town. So yeah, five tons of concrete.
"And if you don't think I will, just remember this." Mako jerked his hand down hard, roughly dragging the switchblade down Issei's face and slicing open his cheek from just under the corner of his eye to his chin. Twoso let Issei drop to the floor, whether from shock or some signal Issei didn't know, nor did he really care at the moment due to the new freaking hole in his face. Enough was enough, Issei had had it with this motherfucker. If this prick felt like he could get away with this then fuck him, fuck his buddies, and fuck his stupid fucking parents for making such a colossal goddamn idiot.
Issei popped up from the floor and nailed Twoso right in his three chins, the force of the blow made the quiet giant fall on his ass while Issei twisted around and brought that same arm down into an elbow that paid Mako back for the gut shot right in the sternum. Mako bent over and spat out all over the floor as Issei turned around for wart only to find him gone, he was a quick little bastard.
"You stupid son of a bitch." Mako choked out as he hobbled around trying to breath. "You just fucked. Your whole life." He wheezed out before Issei turned to him and roughly grabbed him by the hair before slamming him into the wall then beating him in the face before Twoso managed to grab him from behind. The large boy tossed Issei up and brought him back down over his shoulder, Issei hit the ground roughly but was up a second later to dodge a wild swing from Twoso. Issei wasn't planning of wrestling with this guy so he did the only surefire thing he could think of and kicked the fat kid in the nuts. He wasn't proud of it, he wouldn't be writing home about it but it brought the heavyweight to the ground and that was enough because just as soon as Twoso hit the floor a weight landed on Issei's back and he stumbled forward right into a punch from Mako, whose face was starting to bruise and swell as blood dribbled from his nose. The blow landed against his eye and burst a few blood vessels in the eye as the force sent Issei back towards Wart.
Wart bounced off Issei's back once again apparently trying to send him to the floor where the group could gang up on him. But Issei showed a remarkable sense of balance and remained on his feet and instead managed to grab a hold of Wart and threw him off towards Mako who was thrown to the floor by the combined force of Wart's momentum and weight. This wasn't his first rodeo against a group so Issei knew how to deal with them by keeping his eyes on them all and bouncing from one to another. Following this principal, Issei checked on Twoso and saw that the large boy was starting to rise so he quickly field goal kicked him right in the head. Knocking the guy out.
With the muscle dealt with Issei turned to see Mako rushing him with the knife. Already fueled by adrenaline and rage, Issei slapped the knife away and forced Mako to run headfirst into his other hand which closed around Mako's throat and choke slammed him into the floor. Placing one knee on both arms, Issei knelt down with his hand still clasped around Mako's neck. The hot blood dripping down his face from the still bleeding wound fueled Issei's rage as he choked Mako into the floor. He had had it with all the bullshit, he put up with a lot of shit out of these three but he'd be damned if he let this slide. He was going to teach them a lesson. With a clenched fist he punched Mako in the mouth and didn't stop till a pair of teachers dragged him off Mako and by then the kid was barely conscience.