J0ker981: Lol, I'll admit building Thrud's feelings since the beginning has been a long wait. Not much longer now ;)

WinterRuneWolf: I am sorry! XD If it helps it's been torture for myself as well. That is possibly the hardest part to writing, wanting to rush to the scenes you want to write lol.

Issei ODR: Thank you, and yes he is getting used to those chains as weapons. I am glad you liked that particular line of sharing...hoped it wasn't too obvious :D

runelt99: Another great fic I hope? ;) XD

King0fP0wers: I probably should have been clearer, she involved him for the Roads to get to the Dragon Mountains faster. In my story it was really close to the Kyoto Trip so they wanted a way to get there and back with time to spare. That is why I mentioned he was not the one training Riser, mostly Issei/Tannin and then Ygritte he asked for help lol. That is a good point, I will approach it to an extent as Dorian's power increases. He is more an unknown than most with his time immunity, Iggy's ability to tap into other magics AND access to a realm that bypasses barriers. I am building that is part of why the Crossroads and overall alliance are working more...they don't want to be left out of crucial information and powers. Hmmm...gun to my forehead I would probably say my favorite clan for characters is Sairaorg's since he is arguably my favorite male DXD character. For powers, no doubt Diehauser as his ability to cancel out any powers he understands is just broken good lol.

OBSERVER01: I am glad you liked that touch XD In canon it was eerie how similar they were, Riser just being portrayed as the villain at first. Once his arrogance and superiority complex were dealt with, he and Issei are like brothers.

Gan315: Thank you! I am so glad you liked it. I am in agreement with you there, Issei just always seems to get the view every time he tries which just promotes his behavior. Bennia I'll admit is HUGELY fun to write for, she gets so little in canon but from what little they say I hope I have created a good character for her. And yep! At first he was a fascination from Asgard, but now between his Roads, coming out of nowhere and immunity to time even from higher deities, they are starting to take notice. I am most certainly planning to expand Kyoto for youkai AND Shinto groups including Kunou's father somewhat. Canon has yet to even mention him (No clue if he exists, alive/dead, etc. lol). I hope to flesh that out even a little bit for Kunou's growth. As for Iggy's relationship to Dorian...more to come ;)

fanficcyberman: Hehehehe, exactly. That trait of no one escaping his justice will actually make more sense for a buildup I am working on a few arcs out (no spoilers yet lol). Hades I always saw as a more interesting character than canon revealed. He is not evil, merely arrogant thinking he is the only one who can do things right. Between that and his dislike of Dorian both for his fast-growing power and escaping him before, I am hoping to give him a good rounded character before the end. And you are very welcome, hearing how my story can help others in this time, even a little bit, really helps motivate and means more than you know. I am staying safe and healthy with my family and I pray the same for you as well :)

Guest1: Hopefully not too much lol, the portrayal I am going for is that Gleipnir is unbreakable against Fenrir who it was made for, but against everyone else it is just VERY sturdy. Cao Cao's fight will be really fun (and potentially aggravating lol) to write. He is not physically strong due to being human but between his spear and the plethora of Balance Breaker abilities he is VERY versatile. I just picture he and Dorian exchanging strategies trying to find one to work. As for his anti-woman power working on Iggy...I have plans ;).
I am happy you liked the chapter, just a bit of a side story but it was really fun to write. Yep, Iggy was the name given based on Ratatoskr's nickname for her mother since they didn't know what to call her, even she doesn't remember. As her past and ties to bonding with Dorian come to light, that will as well. It's funny you mention Rizevim as his time draws near...and we are in complete agreement on that plot armor of Cao Cao not finishing them off. If memory serves, the battle in Volume 12 is the last real time the good guys get annihilated in the entire series. I hope you enjoy all my ideas for the Kyoto arc ;) I am surprised I made it this far myself but have no sign of slowing down XD

Critias204: Your words mean so much, I started this as an OC story that evolved into a full rewrite of sorts for DxD so to hear the pacing has been enjoyable is a true compliment :D You stay safe as well and I hope the wait is not too long!

reality deviant: Very fond memories XD The women too considering the guys left their towels behind thinking they were in danger lol.

Reinhard King of Heavens: That may be so, but I've learned in my life the higher the pride, the deeper the fall. If you never lose, the concept of its possibility can escape you. I remember one of my favorite books Dune when a force that had been unbeatable for thousands of years was finally crushed, they were morally broken and never rose again. Their leader even considered that all that time of winning made them unable to cope with loss. I think Yasaka may be a bit old for Dorian, but that is not to say I don't have plans for shipping with her ;)
I am glad you liked my portrayal of him, I never saw Riser as a monster. In fact, he and Issei are VERY similar except for his arrogance and superiority complex. You hit the nail on the head with that, I don't hate Issei per se, but the way he is written to be perfect and allowed to get away with things others can't (like Issei trying to kill Sairaorg's Queen when Rias said how horrible Riser was for trying to kill him), Or when Issei uses a god drug to get stronger in Vol. 25 when they set up how external sources are frowned upon and Issei still claims the power is his. Or as you said with Rias hating Riser's perversion but loving Issei's, Rossweisse was the same complaining about Odin's perversion only to love Issei's and start acting perverted herself after joining. Nothing wrong with a little rant every now and then. I hope you like my plans for Dorian in the future ;)

And with that...ONTO THE SHOW! Only 1 day late from Rossweisse's Birthday of 8/7/20 ;)

"I don't know how to repay you," Catherine admitted as she took another bite of her meal. "Anything you can do for the others would be appreciated beyond measure."

"It is our pleasure my dear," Venelana Gremory returned the honest motherly smile Rias had grown accustomed to. "I only wish we could do more, after your little trip you can visit them if you wish. I do not believe they are dangerous any longer, the Sitri have been very kind to give them the best of care."

"Thank you," she meant every word. She had found a home in the Gremory household but the others of Diodora's peerage were not so fortunate. Perhaps seeing her again would help ease their transition from his control. "I am not sure what I will do now beyond serving Rias...I mean Lady President."

"You can call me by my name," Rias assured her. Catherine did not know how to answer, the familial feeling between them feeling new.

"Oh, Issei always called you the President, so I thought..."

"Well," Venelana continued, interrupting to save Rias from explaining, seeing her face pale at the prospect of having to do so. "If you could do ANYTHING, what would it be?"

"I...suppose I would want to help others like you are my sisters. Perhaps those mistreated by other devils? Not all are as fortunate to serve the Gremory family."

The entire peerage of Rias Gremory was gathered around an extravagant dinner table enjoying their food with small conversation scattered between them. Having enlisted Catherine as her final knight, Rias could now attest to having a full peerage set, tradition dictating a return home to inform her family. A place had been cleared for Honda; however, food was utterly wasted on the suit of armor, it instead opting to sit upright awkwardly. It had been the family maid and wife to Sirzechs, Grayfia, who had recommended teaching the Dullahan sign language, starting its tutelage without a moment's hesitation.

Issei stifled a yawn as best he could, having just woken up before the meal. He and Rias had arrived ahead of the others at the invitation of Sirzechs and Serafall. It turned out they, along with the other Satans, had set up elaborate tests for Issei to determine how well he could fit into high devil society. Dancing, table placement and fighting all were tested, the current leaders all facilitating the exams dress in ridiculous multicolored outfits reminiscent of the television shows Issei had watched growing up. In the end, he passed every test of the "Satan Rangers" with Ajuka himself approaching the young man shortly after.

"Your pawn piece has mutated," he told the Red Dragon Emperor. "It seems your Juggernaut Drive invoked a change from my original programming, an unexpected outcome. I have adjusted it to better mesh with your abilities and allow the pawn-unique skill of promotion. It brings up an interesting aspect of those reincarnated with Sacred Gears, you have given me much to think about. The code rewrite mixing with Ddraig's power could be adapted to ease the development of nekoshou Sage Arts into their own set. Care to hear about a new game of mine?"

Issei had vehemently refused, being quite done with the games of Devil society and opting to sleep off the fatigue until the rest of the team arrived. They'd be leaving for the school trip soon, the second-year student resolving to catch some sleep on the train ride over.

"And how are you doing with my daughter," Rias' mother turned to Issei once she had finished her small talk with Koneko. "We have not spoken in some time."

"P-president and I have been doing fine!" He blurted out, still acting so nervous around her as ever. He could not help but stare at her sizable chest when he could despite being Rias' mother yet did his best to retain his composure. "I won't let her down!"

"The President?" She looked disappointed at the title, glancing to her daughter who would not make eye contact. "I see, I thought things would have progressed further by now."

"Mother, please," Rias begged with flushed cheeks. "Now is not the time."

"Of course it isn't," her father Zeoticus agreed while avoiding the annoyed gaze of his wife who was always looking out for Rias' love life, even more so since the Riser arranged marriage. "You have completed your team, a milestone in your growth. Why, I remember when I filled up my peerage..."

"Simpler days," Venelana agreed. "Organizing them all into your first harem was quite the task. Her eyes drifted to Issei for a moment. "Speaking of which, I wish you well in Kyoto, I remember Rias' trip last year, oh how she enjoyed the city."

"It was a wonderful place," Rias' face lit up at the reminder drawing Issei's own expression. "The sights, the history, the pickles."

"Ah," her mother agreed at the mention of a guilty pleasure delicacy to her. "Fond memories."

Pickles? Issei noted the sudden reveal of her favored treat from Kyoto resolving to find some for her. Noted, I should be kind to the President's mother as much as possible.

"Beautiful…and dangerous," Akeno added under her breath.

"Are you alright?" Kiba leaned over to his upperclassman, recognizing the uncertainty in her voice as the others continued speaking.

"I'm fine," she cheerily replied but the Gremory knight wasn't buying it. He had known her for years looking up to her like a big sister. As close as he was to Koneko, he was to her, perhaps more so being the first of the team he met after Rias.

"The five Shinto Clans have ties in Kyoto do they not?"

The brief cloud over her eyes confirmed his suspicion. The Himejima Clan was one of the five human families that worshipped the Shinto gods and among the most influential. Much had been expected of her mother Shuri dashed when she married the fallen angel Baraqiel. So enraged by the union, they had directed assassins against her husband only to slay Shuri in front of Akeno's eyes. Her hatred towards her father's lack of presence may have abated at seeing his true self, but she saw no means of bridging relations with the family that had placed the events in motion save for her progressive cousin. During her own class trip with Rias, Akeno had stuck diligently to the itinerary without ever straying to locations where it would be permitted for the Shinto Clans to be.

"It is best that I am not there this year, it will make things simpler for all the students involved. You have fun Kiba, for both of us."

It seems we all have discord with our families. Kiba pondered as the meal came to a close. Rias and Issei grew up in loving homes, but myself, Akeno, Konoeko and now Catherine? In addition to the loyalty we share for what she's done for us, she shows us what it's like to have a real family. Do they know how lucky they are? What I would do to remember my parents…

"Issei will need his arm drained again," Akeno giggled as the newer member of the team she loved to tease finally overheard them, his face growing red. Ever since his battle against Riser, his arm had become that of a dragon sacrificed to grant the power needed. As a result, when his power grew too great it would warp his limb into one of the legendary beast's He was so adorable as she kissed his fingers before placing them upon her forehead. Even with such a simple act, he could barely contain himself staring at her with such a lewd expression. "Three or four days' worth should do it."

The knocker at the front of the manor alerted them to an arrival, Grayfia taking her leave to answer the door. With the dinner all but concluded, Issei and the others peeked around the corner to see who it could be.

"Sairaorg?" Issei blurted out as the immense form of their upcoming opponent entered the parlor. He was dressed in high-class clothing and a cloak denoting his status as Bael heir. Even with his fineries, he felt different than the other devils, his humility at the hard climb through the ranks evident to all around. "What are you doing here?"

"Bael territory delicacies?" Sirzechs emerged from around the corner eyeing the basket Grayfia had graciously accepted from their guest. "And we were just talking how Rias should visit your home sometime. As cousins, you two do not see each other nearly enough. This Rating game was the perfect opportunity for you to spend some time together."

"You are too kind, I also had business with your father, but it can briefly wait," he turned towards Rias. "Have you considered my request cousin?"

"You are sure?" Rias crossed her arms. "No restrictions in our match whatsoever?"

"Correct! Your team all possess incredible powers from stopping time to reading women's thoughts. I wish to face them all, hold nothing back as that Einherjar did! Only by besting them all can I claim to be the head of the Bael family."

Wow, Issei could not help but admire the towering devil as he turned to face him. His determination reminded him of Vali but with no true ill intentions emanating from him. Someone who actually WANTS to fight us at full strength?

"Thank you," the voice of Gasper rose above the rest, the timid vampire approaching alongside Issei. "I don't want to be afraid of my powers anymore. The more I use it, the more I control it."

"You have a small body but large spirit," Sairaorg patted the vampire on the head, his palm nearly engulfing his skull. Gasper's smile widened at the words of encouragement. "And YOU Red Dragon Emperor, you have ample of both!"

"Don't think beating us will be so easy," he boasted, his confidence only slightly shaken at seeing the muscular devil up close once again. "If you're cutting out the restrictions, I won't hold back!"

"Perhaps you would care for a brief spar?" Sirzechs offered while motioning between the two. Millicas had approached to see his distant relative. His father hoisted him onto his shoulders for a better look in a quick motion. "There will be no better time before the game."

"Under normal circumstances," Sairaorg inhaled deep as if controlling his desires. "I would relish the chance to face another who can push my limits. My blood is still boiling from the spar with the Crossroad Einherjar. I never imagined the joy of facing one solely with the strength of our bodies who can still withstand my blows."

Is everyone here a combat maniac? Issei could not help but worry.

"In any case, our match is inevitable. We shall experience each other's full might for the first time at the Rating Game. Prepare yourself and hold nothing back cousin, only then will the victory be meaningful to whomever claims it. And YOU, Red Dragon Emperor...I relish battling with you that day fighting to the final blow."

"Count on it!" Issei exchanged a fist-bump with Rias' cousin, his determination soaring in spite of the insurmountable strength before him.

"I did, however, wish to see your father as well," he turned to face Sirzechs. "I had a private matter to discuss with him."

"Right this way," Grayfia motioned politely ever the pinnacle of grace and propriety. "You stay with your father," she referred to Millicas who kissed her cheek farewell. "They have been expecting you."

Issei could not help but note Sairaorg's stern features at mention of the meeting with Rias' parents. The others remained in absolute silence as he departed upstairs, disappearing into the same room her mother had after the dinner's conclusion.

"A pity for Sairaorg," Sirzechs lamented once the door had clicked shut. "Father has been trying to help with his mother, but no luck so far."

"His mother?" Issei looked confused and worried, knowing how much his own parents meant to him.

"Another time," Rias took her pawn's arm while leading him back towards the main reception hall. "I must tell you all the places of Kyoto you have to visit. It would not do to visit one of the oldest cities in Japan and go wandering without a plan."

Crossroads Tower…

666, the cursed number of the best has been sighted in over a dozen mythologies of differing origins. Nonetheless, this Arabic numerical symbol has been seen as an ill sign and portents of the end times in each case, dubbed by some as the Trihexa. Even our own apocalypse, whose name was prophesied Ragnarok, as unknown as its circumstances will be have rumors to incorporate this number. In a lost report by Bor's personal Seidr it was said that the force to assail the Nine Realms would number six thrice over which of course was deemed laughable by Asgard's strength in those days. Even this account is hearsay with little evidence to suggest…

Dorian took a calming sip of hot cocoa as he perused through Rossweisse's essay that she had been so ashamed of. With the train ride to Kyoto only a few hours away and Iggy having some time with the girls downstairs, he wanted to inhale as much information as possible before their departure. He didn't truly want to read, his brow was sweating, palms shaky and his visage had long since gone pale. All the same, he knew he had to read on. He had seen the creature in his dreams, this Trihexa beast so clearly he'd carved the shield. With a visual representation, Rossweisse had expanded her research, but that was towards the end of her essay.

"Who is it?" He called out as a knock at the door snapped him back to the present. He quickly stuffed the essay back into the bookshelf.

"Are you done packing?" Hecuba opened the door standing in the entryway with a wheeled suitcase in one hand, sleeping bag in the other along with a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses.

"I am, why are you dressed like that?" Dorian eyed her up and down. "We are going to Kyoto, not camping."

"One must always be prepared for any contingency, what if our hotel cannot accommodate us?" She threw him a clipboard filled from top to bottom across multiple pages in writing. "I believe we can get all of the supplies down to the train station in only four trips."

I thought Spartans traveled light.

"Let's try just the essentials," he offered. "Whatever we can do in one trip."

"Hmmm, we could possibly go without the individual packs of survival gear. But if any of us get separated it could be trouble. But if you think that is best then I shall rearrange." She looked over the list before making her decision, Dorian releasing a breath of relief. She was still thinking as Irina poked her head in the door."

"Dorian, you are wanted downstairs. We have guests!"

"Guests so soon before our trip, who is it?"

Downstairs…

"DORIAN HELD!" The god Baldur ambushed him as he descended the stairs, locking the Einherjar in a bone-crunching hug. "Thou did not believe you could escape before my thanks are given, did you?"

"Lord…Baldur," he gasped under the pressure. "I am glad…to see you well."

"Baldur my brother, Baldur!" He shouted; Freyja who had accompanied her son unable to resist a hearty chuckle at Dorian's expense seeing them acting so close. "Just Baldur! As soon as I was well enough to walk and heard tales of your deeds on my behalf I had to come! Now where is my favorite niece?"

"Uncle!" Thrud dropped down from the floor above, her kick intercepted by a colossal punch sending a blast of wind in all directions at the impact. Dropping past the point of contact, she plopped into his arms as they shared a tight embrace. "You are better?"

"Fully, thanks to your Einherjar. I may have been transfixed on Helheim, but I was aware of everything around me Dorian. From the pit of my soul I thank you. To completely die only to return, that is not a feat many can claim, even gods."

"Dorian!" Iggy came spinning around the corner. The poor man had to hold back laughter with all his might. Her hair, normally long and elegant, was tied up almost sticking straight into the sky with pins and gel holding it in place. The culprit came around next, Bennia whose hair was in a similar state. Having heard of the braid tradition of Asgard she had attempted similar ones for herself and Iggy, with mixed success.

"Lady Yggdrasil," he bowed low using her mother's name for lack of a known surname.

"Th-there is no need for that," she begged him to rise. The young woman never liked being the focus of others, much less to be seen as above them. "I am no one special."

"We all know that is not so," Freyja assured her while embracing Dorian, the interaction not as awkward as it had been in the past. "But we shall do as you ask. Do enjoy Kyoto, it is a gorgeous city."

"You've been there?"

"Long ago, oh it must have been a few centuries at least. The youkai were not as welcoming to an agreement then, the Great War was still going on. I hear their current leader Yasaka is far more courteous. You may be required to meet with her someday. I hope you have fun on your little trip. Here, have something for the road."

The goddess of life handed Dorian a basket filled with various fruits and vegetables, half of which he didn't recognize. The former aide to the gods had learned by now that food grown by Freyja was healthier than anything else around and tasted twice as delicious. He thanked her while smiling at Xenovia's concerned glance, clearly analyzing how to include the basket in their luggage.

"You spoil us," was all Dorian could think to say. In Lady Freyja's presence, he seemed more flustered than elsewhere like a young man happy with his parent's approval but embarrassed to be told so in front of their friends. She had supported him so much since awakening in Asgard and was more than happy to continue however she could even after he had moved away.

"Nonsense," she dismissed before noticing the glimmering at Dorian's chest. "Oh my, is that the same charm Rossweisse made you back in Asgard?"

Dorian looked down, confirming the enneagram shaped pendent Rossweisse had gifted him shortly after Olympus during the festival. He had very nearly forgotten it was there, the present having become a part of his everyday routine. He adjusted it proudly, ensuring it was perfectly straight.

"It is, the first gift she gave me." He recalled the festival with a content smile while repressing the embarrassment of his own gift. A white rose despite the fact Rossweisse's name did not literally mean rose.

"Other than the gifts of her presence," Freyja teased.

"I surmise it must have protected you all this time," Baldur leaned in eyeing the trinket. "A chance of protection here, lessening or deflecting an attack there. It has to be nearly drained by now, here, let me give it a bit of a recharge."

Baldur tapped the center twice, a bright orange light jumping from his finger into its depths. Dorian inhaled deeply as it heated up upon his chest before subsiding, returning to the state it had been only moments ago.

"There ya go. That should keep it running against all but the heftiest of powers for a while longer. These things usually break when at their limits, yer Valkyrie's skill at its construction is almost dwarf-like. I tell ye Dorian, I haven't seen one man surrounded by so many fair ladies since Vidar discovered their gender's appeal…and he couldn't keep his hands off em!"

Dorian suddenly became very self-conscious of his position standing in the middle of the room surrounded by almost every member of the Crossroads. He dared not break eye contact with the god before him, lest he see the intent of those around him. The memory of Vidar in Asgard grew fresh in his mind. The son of Odin had always been friendly, vibrant, and surrounded by no fewer than three of his lovers at a time more often than not.

"Oh, stop teasing him," Freyja stepped in half-tempted to join her son's antics. "You know he is courting Rossweisse. Or are you looking to create a second Odin?"

"It always starts with one," he grinned playfully. "I was just thinking of the young lass, where in the Hel is she?" He glanced about the room, noting the distinct lack of her silver hair.

"Ah, speaking of which, I bring a message as well," Freyja stepped up once polite to do so. "Hela wishes you good health and word that the egg is doing quite well beneath the warmth of your Olympian fire. There have been stirrings from within, so she asks, if possible, to wait to hear of word from her and come when summoned. She was quite insistent that you are there for the hatching."

"Me there for an ancient species of eagle hatching to watch over Helheim? How could I say no?"

"She also said," Freyja smirked a little as if trying to restrain a chuckle. "That she hopes you bring a favored film of yours to enjoy and that your stamina holds this time." The entire room's attention perked up at her double entendre, Dorian nodding with a smile not realizing the implication of her words.

"What were they doing in Helheim before we arrived?" Irina whispered worriedly to Xenovia who tilted her head upward in thought.

"Hmmm, while I do not see Dorian going for such a thing, he was technically in the realm of the dead with no hope of escape at the time. I suppose if it was offered…"

"Nooooo!" Irina called out at the thought of her friend's sin, drawing the attention of the entire room. She quickly recovered with a sheepish apology as the Queen of Asgard approached.

"You are Irina Shidou? I heard that you were Dorian's friend before his arrival on our shores." She bowed subtly with a wholesome smile lighting up the room. "I wanted to thank you for being so kind to him."

"There's no need to thank me," she felt very awkward at the sudden focus. "I just did what anyone would have done for someone coming to a new place with no friends."

"Odd, for I have not heard of others who did the same as you," Freyja retorted. "I believe that would make your actions those of note. From the bottom of my hear, thank you." Irina was glowing red, uncertain how to respond in the face of a goddess from a mythology her own considered pagans. "And these are the rest of your teammates? It does a heart good to know he has so many lovely ladies like yourselves watching out for him."

In the Kitchen…

"You didn't have to Rossweisse," Hecuba assured her friend as she help wash the last of the dishes from the night before. "I am sure Lady Freyja would like to see you."

"You should be there as well," Rossweisse glanced at her with a tender expression. "She has already told you that you are not blamed, and Lord Baldur has not mentioned a single word of ill will."

"Even so," Hecuba sighed. "It is my shame; I should not bring back bad memories by putting myself in the same room as them."

"Bad memories for him…or you?" Hecuba opened her mouth to respond but hesitated, contemplating the truth.

"So here's where you two are!" Dorian's ever cheerful voice caught their attention and drew smiles to their lips. "Freyja and Baldur wanted to see everyone; dishes can wait."

"I will finish up," Hecuba tried to dissuade his request. "Kuroka skipped her turn again, I will make up for it. Dorian and Rossweisse shot each other understanding glances, the Valkyrie ducking out subtly into the living room.

"Hecuba," Dorian softly took her arm to stop the constant scrubbing. "Please don't blame yourself for this anymore. Baldur doesn't, nor does anyone, you…"

Hecuba snatched her hand away, a look of frustration cracking through her indomitable demeanor. She finally stopped wiping, walking a bit away from Dorian before pausing. She trusted him more than most.

"I must make up for what I did," she muttered quietly. "I know what you asked Bennia to do before and while I am grateful, forgiveness is not enough when unearned. I could go on more missions, do more to be a hero. I have hardly lived up to that standard in my life as much as I would have liked. I must be better than that Faction who call themselves heroes."

"You are too hard on yourself," the Einherjar hopped up to take a seat on the counter across from her. He spoke sure and carefully despite the uncertainty in his mind knowing his words could help or make it worse. "You led an entire army; Olympus would have fallen before we could stop them if it weren't for your leadership. You are a better tactical leader of the Crossroads than I," he raised a hand to stop her incoming assurance that was not true. "You killed the LITERAL mother of monsters and wear her bones as a sword. You fought Freed, Kokabiel, Loki all without any selfish desire I could see. You were used and committed a heinous act against your will, that does not wash away the good."

"But it does tarnish it."

"And you are worried for the name of heroes, can that really be tarnished?"

"Cannot be tarn…?" Hecuba looked legitimately upset. "This faction acts for the Khaos Brigade against the supernatural, kill others even brainwashing those into their ranks all in the name of being 'heroes.' How can that NOT bring shame to the word?"

"Because it's not their place to name themselves as such," the sudden wisdom in his words brought silence to Hecuba's rebuttal. "Heroes are idealized and respected by others who call them as such. They can't call themselves heroes, not truly. No one can."

"But we cannot simply leave them to claim that title!"

"We won't," his determination was unmistakable to her. "But we can't stop them by doing the same as them, claiming hero status. We will fight them because it is right, and let the world judge the heroes in the end. We're human Hecuba, we make mistakes. Doing wrongs as the result of mistakes is what it means to be human…even heroic ones."

"Dorian…" She whispered, never having thought that one deemed a hero should come from others rather than within. She had seen him stand up to forces beyond him time and time again, yet he never failed to surprise her with how a simple outlook could put so much into perspective. It was clearer to her now more than ever how so many could be drawn to his side. "I…thank you."

"Please have fun on this trip, do I need to make that an order?" He teased, ecstatic at her stifled chuckle.

"No, no order, sir," she added with a salute before pulling the team leader into a friendly embrace. "That won't be necessary." Dorian did not move, tentatively returning the hug. He could feel through her that she needed a moment of peace to steady herself. Neither moved for a long time before she finally backed up. "Okay," she stood tall once more with a content smile and no sign of uncertainty.

Dorian, how fortunate I feel to have met the others...and you.

"Let's go, we will have to hurry to not be late for the train."

Train Station…

"A train pass?" Issei and Asia shouted in unison at Rias' unexpected gift as they said their farewells at Tokyo Station.

"Exactly," she confirmed. "Use that as much as you need for getting around Kyoto and this as well." She handed a small badge to Asia. "That will allow you to promote even without me Issei, in case you are in danger." Issei had recently learned to begin promoting his powers, a trait unique to pawns in chess allowing them to take on abilities reserved for other pieces. He had yet to test any in truth, but practice would be the best teacher.

"Thanks President," he sniffed a little, knowing he would miss her over the next three days.

"Enjoy your time but be careful in Kyoto. It is an old city and magic runs strong there. You have no idea how it can affect things; it was there I realized what kind of person I wanted to be...

What does that mean, President?

"Take lots of pictures!" Bennia ordered the Crossroad members going on the trip rolling their suitcases towards the platform. "No excuses if you forget any!"

"Of course not!" Irina leaned forward cheerily. "And a group photo at the end to commemorate the trip! We haven't been to Kyoto since we were still in training, have we Xenovia?"

"No," she mused while absentmindedly twirling her short hair. "I let it grow out back then."

"You used to have long hair?" Kiba asked as he passed by, the swordswoman spotting his widened eyes in an instant.

"I did, it was cut years ago, and I thought it may be more practical to keep short. Why? Did you have a preference?" His silence glancing away with a restrained blush as he boarded the bullet train was all the answer she needed, quickly following behind him. Hecuba was next, her spirits greatly improved after a pleasant time chatting with Freyja without a hint of worry or shame. Even Baldur had a handshake for her at the end, nearly causing her to shed a tear of joy.

"Take good care of him," Thrud patted Rossweisse on the back who was currently counting the students to make sure they did not miss anyone. "Get a hotel room together like back in Olympus." The grin on her face was positively wholesome and sinister all at once.

"Thrud!" She lowered her voice while trying not to make a scene. "We already share a room!"

"But it's different when traveling," she spoke from experience. "Somewhere new, the excitement of the trip, the fact he still hasn't made a move since…"

If you two finally hook up, maybe it'll be easier to turn me down when we talk later.

"Just don't hold back," she gave Rossweisse a bear hug to silence her attempted argument.

"I won't," Dorian asserted having come up on the conversation but missing out on the first half. "I'll be sure to buy plenty of souvenirs," he smiled with joy. It was a new side of him so vibrant at getting to travel for once while having a permanent home to return to.

"We shouldn't spend everything on souvenirs," Rossweisse chastised, the two so comfortable with each other. "I have already picked the best places to shop for goods while protecting our savings."

"Break a leg," Thrud punched Dorian playfully in the chest impressed that he didn't flinch despite the extra power behind it. She paused at looking over his shoulder, seeing Rias kiss a confused Issei farewell before the tracks. The feeling of Dorian's clone kissing her turned to her lips, realizing if Azazel wasn't lying would be exactly like the original. "I'll see you when you get back."

"You too Thrud," her took a step back, delivering his own punch into her shoulder. She felt a rush of warmth and pride as he put a good bit of power behind it despite the comradery nature of it. He knew against her of all, he didn't need to hold back.

Dammit Dorian, you better turn me down because if you don't…I won't know how to feel.

On Train…

"I haven't been on the bullet train since I first arrived in Japan," Dorian excitedly informed Rossweisse as the train pulled out of Tokyo station. "It was way faster than the other trains in Europe and the United States."

"A first for myself and many others," she reminisced as her trips to and from Kuoh had been through portals. She hadn't actually used any for long distance travel.

Rossweisse looked out across the car looking over the rambunctious students. Many were sitting in groups of friends huddled together going over plans for the days they would be spending in Kyoto. The various second years had abandoned their predetermined seats for the several hours long journey to mingle with their friends. Issei was near his perverted allies Matsuda and Motohama with Kiba and Catherine on the far side talking to Asia leaning over the back of her seat. Dorian was given a spot near the teachers thanks to his agreement to assist with nightly patrols. As a result, the Crossroads had been seated around him with Hecuba looking out the window at the hastily changing scenery with wonder. Xenovia and Irina were talking excitedly of what they wanted to do first upon arriving. The atmosphere was vibrant and cheerful, just the way Dorian preferred it.

"Thank you for letting me come nya," Kuroka purred from her seat. "We will have all sorts of fun; I haven't been to Kyoto since the bounty was put on me."

"And as long as you remain on good behavior that is lifted," Rossweisse warned, utterly frustrated with the nekoshou's smug grin. It may have been a request from their alliance that she come along to remain in Dorian's custody but the rationale behind it still eluded her. She sighed heavily at the former criminal accompanying them, being passed off as a member of Kuoh's new nursing staff. Her enthusiasm at wearing the academy's nursing uniform was much too high for her comfort.

"It's amazing how the kiddies can be so excited over a bullet train, never rode the paths to the Underworld that's for sure." She yawned, stretching across her seat scratching her head, not being used to suppressing her ears and tail.

"What was the bounty for?" Dorian had to ask.

"Killing mine and Shirone's old master, of course," her playful nature seemed a touch muted at those words. "I could have brought her along for my life of crime of course, but then she'd have gotten involved in my unsightly activities. At the time, I felt it would be better for someone else to look out for her."

"Kuroka, if you want to tal…"

"Let me know when we get there, a wake-up kiss from either of you will do." She interrupted, turning to sleep with her face buried in her seat. Dorian half-wanted to press the issue that he had meant to harm but thought better of it, returning his focus to Rossweisse.

"One can hardly compare a bullet train to those in the Underworld traversing dimensions." The silver-haired teacher remarked while scanning through her itinerary, remembering her own ill-fated trip escorting Diodora. Despite all she had already done for the Crossroads, she kept an eye on the incorrigible cat.

"What are you looking at?" The hushed whisper of Irina was picked up by Dorian's ears followed by an audible gasp of shock. "You can't read that!"

"I am no longer in the Church," Xenovia retorted. "There is nothing that says an Einherjar cannot partake of such things.

"It's sinful! I won't let you!" The sounds of a brief scuffle alerted them before a thin book flew through the air, landing right on Dorian's face.

"What is tha…?" Dorian's eyes went wide as he viewed the contents of the black and white drawing that, while quite good, was clearly made by someone starting out in art. On the page depicted a very shoujo-esque style of two men, one staring out the window of a classroom, the other behind him with a hand on the shoulder. He could not help but take note of the copious amounts of sakura blossoms blowing in the background.

Darian-kun, could you ever look at me as you do her? The man staring out the window sighed at the question. The Einherjar's partial devil-magic from his time in the Underworld allowed for translations of the kanjis.

Koba-kun, you know that I've always…. He turned, laying a hand upon his cheek. I care for Headmistress Rosalia, but when you are near…

Dorian slammed the book shut, face steaming red at the next panel, a moment shared between his and Kiba's look-alikes he never expected to see in his life. Xenovia was fast approaching, a panting flushed-red Irina beside her.

"What the f…what is this?" Dorian held up the book, inadvertently giving Rossweisse a full view of the page in question. The silver-haired teacher turned to the side, hand covering her red face full of embarrassment hiding a sliver of blood from her nose.

"Research material," Xenovia answered without a shred of deception in her voice. "Aika mentioned they were best-sellers among the female students and that I may find the contents educational. "May I have it back?"

"Th-this has to be against school regulations, right?" He shot back to Rossweisse who had barely recomposed herself. Deep down he sought a way, any way at all, of confiscating and burning every copy he could find.

"W-within school grounds it can be confiscated. H-h-however as we are on a public transit the students are allowed to have their own personal reading materials so long as they are not of an…immoral nature."

"All that occurs between Dorian and Ki…I mean Darian and Koba are of a moral and consensual nature," Xenovia assured.

LIES! Dorian screamed internally striving to not outwardly show his terror at what had just been described as a best-seller. With a heavy heart, he shakily handed the book to Xenovia's hands before she returned to her seat, Irina hounding her the entire way while also glancing at the contents with insatiable curiosity.

Such a thing has been circulating? Rossweisse paled at the idea. I will have to confiscate every copy I find! Confiscate and…and…she stopped before continuing down the dangerous line of thinking.

The room had grown louder as they spoke, Dorian peeking over to see it was due to Kiba's arrival speaking with Issei. Many of them were flabbergasted that the school heartthrob would go within a mile of the known pervert outside club hours. None were aware of the secret devil-life they both shared. From the looks of things, they were going over their plans for the trip.

"Half of the classes will be starting at Sanjūsangen-dō," he yawned while planning out the day. The ancient Buddhist temple dating back to 1266 was enormous, having a massive main hall coupled with over a thousand statues among other things making it a national treasure. Supposedly the willow branch can cure headaches.

"We may need it," Hecuba overheard, glancing towards Kuroka now snoring lazily in her seat.

"The second class will start at Kiyomizu-dera, it's farther east. Wait, there are three temples with that name?" He started shuffling his papers to ensure he had the right one. He would be part of the second group, but he still wanted to memorize as much as possible. He'd been staying up later trying to do so. Mix in his readings of Rossweisse's essay and his brain felt full to bursting.

Maybe you can shunt some memory to us, Despoina offered. You are thinking for three now after all.

"You should take a nap," Rossweisse saw the drooping of his expression. "It will take a little over two hours to arrive in Kyoto. You will enjoy everything much better if you do."

"Okay, but don't let me oversleep," he yawned again, scrunching down to get as comfortable as was possible in their seats. "See you soon."

"Sleep well Dorian," she looked down to continue her preparations, the young woman feeling more at ease then ever when sinking into the intricacies and details required for such a trip. He took her advice, slipping into sleep almost as soon as his head met the comfortable cushioned seat backing.

Kyoto…

"It's been a while since I came back," a tall woman walked the streets of the ancient city glancing each way. "Change comes slowly but certainly even to a place as old as here." Seeking her tardy companion, she followed the obvious wisps of powerful magic, finally coming to a point of interest. "Hm? Now what is this?"

Her dark hair glistened in the moonlight, priestess robes fluttering each way in the calm yet ominous breeze. She had no escort or aides despite pleas that she should. She knew that the other representatives of the Five Principal Clans had pulled back since talks several nights past, but she remained. They may be unwilling to take extra steps, but she wasn't. Sensing a spike of magic she did not recognize, the enchanting woman glided into the forest, kneeling when she found the spot she sought.

"Now how did you get here?" She picked up a small pack clearly wrapped as a present cast aside into a thick brush not easily found. Sensing it was of no harm, she carefully placed it within her sleeves for safe keeping. "And you did not fall lightly."

Just beneath the discarded present she found three strands of hair but not from any human or animal. Three blonde hairs having been torn from the head of the one whom they had come from. She could scent of blood in the air cleaned and wiped away but still lingering, she would never forget that smell no matter how faint. Her red eyes squinted, pondering what this could mean for the future.

"Yasaka," she whispered. "What happened here?"

Elsewhere…

"Not again," Dorian lamented upon finding himself upon the blasted landscape. It was different from before, now being within the underworld upon the crumbling scrap that had once been the Gremory Castle. To his relief and assured safety, the ominous shape in the distance was nowhere to be found, perhaps rampaging in a far-flung corner of his nightmare.

Calm yourself Dorian, Despoina gripped his hand. In his mind, she looked exactly as she had in life adorned in her Olympian toga and sash. He was sure it was his imagination, but she looked a bit shapelier and more filled out than he remembered. You aren't alone in this any longer. I've been perusing them, you have one for just about every place in the world, even ones you haven't been to yet.

"How is that possible?" He stopped, not wanting to say it but realizing it must be the case. "They are Iggy's memories?"

Either that or implanted images, but considering you had them since drawing close enough to speak with Iggy, the timeline adds up. No one else is alive here, or at least I haven't seen anyone except that black-haired girl curled up with the dead Red Dragon and even she's a fragment, nothing more.

"Ophis," Dorian recalled the small girl within the claws of a decaying Red Dragon. They were just images before, yet since the battle with Diodora he now recognized them as the Khaos Brigade's leader Ophis and her eternal rival for the Dimensional Gap, Great Red. "The top two strongest beings of our world, and not even they survived."

Nothing does, the bodies of every man, woman and god litter this memory. I've seen Odin, Freyja, Michael, Sirzechs and…yes even each member of your team, but not how you remember.

Dorian glanced to his mental companion; face contorted in absolute confusion as to her meaning. He didn't want to know, but he had to.

Hecuba's bones lay broken at Olympus in her old post, Thrud torn apart beside her family having never departed Asgard. Rossweisse and Bennia fought serving Issei of all people, Kuroka too while Xenovia bore the wings of Devils, not the might of an Einherjar. The Crossroads do not seem to exist and above all, I could not find you Dorian.

"I'm not here?" His breathing was growing more ragged as the questions piled up in his mind.

No, I searched every battlefield, every post I could think where those would have stood against the thing that did this. You were not present, there was no sign of the tower beside what remained of the Hyoudou mansion. As far as I can tell, you were not here when this happened. You were not anywhere.

"I would have been here!" Dorian shouted, his fear and frustration at the growing mystery grating on his psyche. "If Rossweisse and the others fought and died, regardless of where, so would I!"

You did not, I have a theory, but you won't like it.

"I don't like ANY of this," he planted his feet in front of Despoina, staring her down face mere centimeters from hers. "Just say it!"

Things didn't happen as they did here. If Iggy comes from that world and was born in this hellish realm, then she maybe wasn't there at the pivotal moment of your past.

"She wasn't there…at the fire?" Dorian doubled over at the idea, the heat of flames seeming to course through him like he was back in that building; Kokabiel and Freed's battle claiming his life as he moved to save the girl who transcended gods. "But, without her…"

A scene took place before them, the building Dorian had died in, being rescued by the Norse gods and brought to Asgard. Within, a familiar-looking beam laid on the ground, A bloodied blonde corpse resting beneath it wrapped within the charred strips of what was left of a Kuoh Academy uniform.

Odin and Freyja would have had no reason to be there, you would have burned to death and never risen again.

"I don't…feel right," Dorian staggered into Despoina's arms. The goddess caught him this time, remembering when he did the same as she plummeted to the floor dying. She was about to try and soothe his mind before suddenly a soft pink glow overtook them. The former goddess' face turned bright red, mouth dropping open in shock at what he'd done.

Dorian's mind seemed to lighten from the terror of his revelation. He sighed in relief as his fingers closed gently around Despoina's breasts relishing in the soft sensation. Even after realizing what happened, he kept squeezing, a grin they had seen before spreading across his face content with where he was.

"So soft…"

DORIAN! Despoina raised her palm high, striking him so powerfully that his nightmare faded, dragging him back to the waking world leaving the flustered goddess behind covering her chest. What's gotten into you?

On the train…

Dorian lurched up in his seat, the shock of Despoina's blow knocking him awake. He shook his head, realizing it had only been about half an hour since he dozed off. Many of the students were resting themselves for their arrival and the initial bustle had died down. Looking up, he saw that even Rossweisse seemed to have fallen asleep, her hands still full of scattered paperwork.

"Oh no! Where is it? Where is it?" He heard Issei shouting across the way, scrambling all over his seat as if having misplaced something. Dorian paid him little mind, his own mind racing at what he'd done. "My potential, where'd it go?"

What was that? Why did I do that? Dorian felt terrible at groping Despoina as he did. He tried to reach her in his mind, but she had closed herself off, prompting him to focus on the immediate. Poor Rossweisse, she made sure I got some sleep, but she was exhausted herself. Maybe I can find a blanket to cover her magnificent breasts after a good squeeze...wait what?

Dorian shot up straighter, realizing what he had just thought. He knew beyond a doubt that Rossweisse was beautiful, of course, but for such a crass thought to just pop in felt out of place especially after what had just happened with Despoina. Chalking it up to being so excited over the trip, he strove to calm down, failing at the endeavor.

What is happening to me?

Dorian found his left-hand twitching against his power, the palm forming into a cup-shape pulling away as if trying to free itself from him. Restraining it with his right, he quickly realized where its efforts were focused, squarely on Rossweisse's inviting bosom.

This isn't right, she's sleeping, stop! His hand would not comply to his commands. He tried restraining it, only to realize his right was starting to exhibit the same symptoms. Quickly, he shoved his hands beneath him, sitting atop them before they pulled him forward. The whole time, those around him still slept soundly. Iggy! I need some help here!

Are you alright Dorian? What happened? Despoina was very… The daughter of Yggdrasil stopped with a gasp of surprise as Dorian's immediate thoughts impacted her like a wave. Such visions of picturing women in various states of undress, saying and doing inappropriate things while doing the same with Rossweisse, Thrud and Despoina, even others from his team appeared. She had never felt such feelings from Dorian so strongly, embarrassment washing over her. Oh my, I-I had no idea. If you want to try something with Rossweisse, I suppose we can ask…

Iggy, wait! He interrupted before the misunderstanding got worse. I don't know what's happening! Please, help me out here!

But, she started, now confused and disappointed. I thought you wanted to…

Please Iggy, hurry, I don't know how much longer I'll hold out!

Two hours later…

Rossweisse yawned, stretching with a great sense of relief as her body glistened from the short nap she had taken. Looking out the window, she recognized a sign that Kyoto station would be coming up soon, checking her watch she realized how close she had cut it.

"Dorian, wake up. We need to…"

The Valkyrie froze upon realizing Dorian was not asleep. He was sitting up straight in his seat eyes wide open like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. To her confusion, his arms were bound to the armrests with his legs tethered to the floor. It looked like he had been struggling against them, some of the vines were frayed and the cushioned cover was ripped. Whatever had happened while she slept, he was now utterly unmoving, eyes only locking with hers upon realizing she was awake.

"Ah, hi Rose," he answered groggily. "Glad you are awake. I think we are almost there."

"Dorian? What happened to…?"

"Nothing, I just needed the right position to sleep in," he lied. "But I'm feeling much better. Iggy, if you would."

The tendrils around his arms and legs receded, freeing him from his self-imposed restraints. He breathed deep, relieved that the sudden an unexplained sensation to want to grope the breasts of everyone around him had died down. All the same, he could still sense the growing desire to do so, barely able to resist taking Rossweisse in his arms in that moment. It was even more unnerving that Kuroka and the others were looking appealing in his eyes. It seemed the ride had been enough to either weaken the compulsion or strengthen his own resolve. Both Despoina and Iggy had been silent much of his time tied up, concerned at his sudden thoughts.

"I b-believe we can start at the hotel," Dorian recomposed himself, his brain locked to think of literally anything else to keep his mind focused. Once we're settled in, maybe a little extra sightseeing before the official tour?"

"That is a good idea," Rossweisse started issuing commands for the students to being single file departing the train. "We can meet by the historical busts near the Japanese Tit's sanctuary; you can enjoy yourself as a student for now but if anything changes, I will keep you abreast of the situation."

Dorian just stared at the teacher-Valkyrie for several moments, his face utterly flat and unamused. In that moment, he could have sworn Rossweisse must have somehow known of his sudden affliction, for if not then the universe was having a good laugh at his expense at her particular choice of words.

The group arrive in the ancient city of Kyoto for fun and relaxation unknowingly walking into a volatile situation threatening to throw the entire city into Chaos. The School Trip continues next time!

I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy! A lot of big events will be occurring in the Kyoto arc spring-boarding into the later parts of the series. I wanted to see how everyone felt about the future love scenes to be featured. Would you prefer they remain more ambiguous or shown if the interaction is meaningful to the characters? It's been a while since I asked that question, but with certain events coming up...I wanted to see if the opinion had changed. Until next time, I hope everyone is staying safe, Reads and Reviews...but most of all Enjoys! :D