Hazard did a massive edit, so the SC names should fit descriptions from here on out. Last chapter will be fixed at later date.
Black wargraymon, you're on the right track with your guessing, that's all I'll say, your longreviews are always appreciated.
Kalego stared down the student, the most recent bane of his existence, even if they came from the shared family. "Why is it always you that drags up trouble?"
"I don't drag-in trouble, Kelego-Sensei. I find trouble brewing and do my best to help." Okay, that sounded a bit more spiteful than usual. "Ameri-san was attacked and hit with unknown magic. Now's not the time for pettiness." Barely a week in, and the boy already had some nerve acting like they were equals.
"Know your place...but you're right." He stated plainly. Begrudgingly, he admitted Midoriya made a good point, so at least he was learning to actually think for a change. Time was of the essence, magic of the mind never ended well if left untreated for long periods of time.
The sad part was Midoriya was the calm one, and it wasn't just a matter of the other members having less composure. That Smoke girl has been seen punching a wall for a solid half an hour, Grave was standing still, frozen in his saluting poze, Johnny was growing more and more hectic going through every ounce of paper and books their Battler had to offer, and the Quichelight kid was just being a general moron, panicking in tears.
"I have the results." Ms Morax said, for some reason blushing when she looked his way. Such an odd woman, but she did her job well when it came to the basics comprehension. "Her memories are completely unaffected. She fully recalls her previous personality, but at the moment, it seems to be sealed off."
"So, you're saying whoever did this, they just locked away a piece of her own mind?" Midoriya gritted his teeth, obviously distressed. He was asking them questions, proving that maybe, just maybe the brat actually learned something after Kiriwo Amy.
"Yes. The spell itself is quite complex, but it's not meant to last long. Think of it like a badly knitted sweater like an amature. All of these lines that make up her emotions are tangled up in a specific way. Whatever confidence she's gained in her life is now blocked by her insecurities and worries being brought to the forefront."
"Insecurities?" The group questioned like a pack of morons. Did they think she was invincible or something, they should have known her the longest.
Interestingly, it was Midoriya again who held himself the strongest among the rest of them. "I see, so if it's temporary, then there shouldn't be any problem letting her return to classes." The other's looked stunned by the idea. Think rationally, you fools, like Midoriya...that thought made him feel both pride and sickness at the same time, mostly sickness.
Moraxx responded. "Yes, actually. It would do her well to return to her regular routine. Her regular schedule should help her original personality resurface a lot sooner." She nodded. "Just try and treat her as she usually was to help with the return as well."
Azazel herself finally stood up. "O-oh, yo-you've been through so much trouble because of me! I'm so ashamed. I'm sorry for being so scary all the time!"
"No, Am-Madam President, it's fine!" Midoriya confronted her, and he returned to his normal shaky demeanor. Was there some sort of switch with this kid?
"I-I thou-thought w-we agreed you'd drop the f-formalities, Izzy-kun!" The student council gaped at the president before turning to Izuku.
"I can't call you anything else while we're on the job, Madam President-" He was interrupted by the Smoke girl dragging him outside.
"We need to have a serious chat!" She screamed at him as Midoriya looked completely defeated. If this wasn't so annoying, he'd smile at his misery.
Oh, what the heck, he'll smile anyway. He had a distinct instinct that told him he should do it while he could.
Kamui despaired, no matter how much effort he shoved into it, he wasn't able to form his Battler of women studies. He only had one student willing to join, no one else. Thank you anyways, Grand Master-kun.
"Why didn't you tell me you and the President were so close!?" A passionate scream of curiosity echoed through the halls, and he saw something that made him both give a thumbs up in congratulations, and burn with intense jealousy. Izuku was being dragged by his collar by an upperclassman, and a beautiful one at that! The nerve, he already had three beautiful ladies within his Battler, did he need any more!?
"I-it wasn't-wasn't something she wanted to be public! I promised to keep-keep it secret for her!" Great, the honor student now had admirers literally fighting for his affections, by actually fighting him! It was like he was living in a yandere simulator! "And seriously, she hasn't called me Izzy, like, ever. Nobody has, I think the spell is just doing stuff, you know?"
"Do you know how long it's been since I've been able to talk about these kinds of things?! Forever! And this is how I find out the president has someone special!? You better be treating her right, or I'm going to..!"
"Smokey-chan, please, don't hurt him! It's all my fault." A frail, delicate voice whispered it's angelic charm in the air as a crowd suddenly started forming around them. Well that wouldn't do, luckily his size let him move quite easily.
"Oh." That was all he could mutter, the president coming out of that room in a very conservative outfit. Her tall and luxurious body was hidden within a body that now adorns the female student uniform. The normally demanding and tough lady Ameri Azazel was whimpering, pulling out sad eyes as her ears pointed down. The Tsundere was now pulling off the shy cute girl act.
AND IT WAS GLORIOUS! This must be memorized, incorporated in every cell within his brain! He could even hear a camera clicking next to him, turning he could see the blond haired girl from his earlier thoughts, Ms Eiko, taking pictures with starry eyes and a nosebleed. Ah, women of culture, so hard to find these days.
"A-am-Mad-" Izuku struggled to formulate his words, but a chop to the head by 'Smokey-chan' made him straighten out. "Ameri, you don't have to follow us now, you can head back to the dorms and rest."
"Nonsense." The president pouted ever so adorably. "My precious Kohai needs me, regardless of my condition … right?" Oh come on! What kind of debaucherous acts does he do for her to get her to do this? "I-I don't want to be a burden! I should just.."
"No! You're never a burden! Never believe that!" The honor student used his nice guy charm and clasped her hands. "You're hurt now, so we should be the one taking care of you!"
"Of course!" Spoke the dirty blond that came out of the room. "We can do it all, we'll stop any and all students who would dare to tarnish your name." Two more upper-years followed him.
"No matter the state, you're our President through and through!" The half-and-half haired student supported them as they gave their solute.
This made the lovely angel spread liquid happiness from her eyes. "I-I have the greatest friends in the netherworld!" She used all the strength in her heavenly body to lift them all up in a hug. One that caused a large cracking sound.
"She may act dainty but she still has the strength of a mountain." He heard from the group. Lucky bastards, why couldn't that be his spine?! Even the blond looked put off-no she passed out a few seconds ago. Weak, she probably hasn't even fantasized about the bedroom.
The time of the Student Council's rule had finally come to an end! With that bitch of a president indisposed, now was a time for party and fun! Sure, word around the block was that she roped the honor student into her little taskforce, but like that guy was actually a threat to them! He was more likely to let the carnage carry on as long as possible. What danger-junkie could resist?
"Alright boys, I think this calls for a drink." They cackled as they kicked a vending machine, the glass breaking apart. "Today it's the vending machines, tomorrow it's the cafeteria. Eventually, the entire student body will know we're calling the shots now!"
They cheered, tearing apart the sodas, some even eating the metal. "This is life, boss!" One minion called out. "We'll have the whole school as a playground to do what we like!"
"And best of all, no one is actually crazy enough to try and stop us!"
"Ah, what about teachers like Kalego, or even the Chair Demon.." The nerd trying to spoil their fun was met with a chair to the face.
"Shut it, loser. They'll be too busy cleaning up the mess they won't even have the time to stop us! Why do you think they gave the Student Council so much power in the first place?" Yep, with the teachers busy they'd get to be free, as long as they weren't directly in anyone's gazes.
"Um, excuse me." The gang turned, being met with a tall mop of red hair on a dainty looking woman. "Uh, th-that's rather mean and rude of you to do, I-i'd highly appreciate it if you'd stop, you know, if you want to."
"Ameri, don't give them the option!" Another mop of hair was noted, more messy and green, and quite a bit shorter. "You don't have to go out and do everything exactly like you used to now! It's a process."
"But you guys need me right?" She asked with a pout, the other student council members (he now noticed the uniforms) flinched. "I can't just let you all deal with trouble without trying to reason with it."
"I'm all for reasoning instead of fighting, but there's a time and place for that kinda stuff." Wow, things must really be going to shit if the danger-junkie had to take charge of the group trying to PROTECT the school. "Look, you guys have one chance. Either stop and clean this mess, or we won't hold back."
One of the idiotic guys went up with a laugh. "What are you gonna do? I've heard the rumors, they say you've never used offensive magic once in your life!"
"Again, I am so sick and tired of people assuming they know the real me before they actually meet me." He growled, adjusting the ring on his right hand, twisting it like it was a dial. "You assume me not being offensive means I can't. Wrong. I just refused, until now that is."
The kid reached into his pocket before pulling out … a handlebar? How the hell was he going to-the leader's thoughts were cut off as said handle turned into a flaming tornado sword, and cut that moron hard enough to launch him through a window. "Either leave now or I'll make you."
"What the hell!? That-that can't be right! That looks like Asmodeus's bloodline!" Most of them rightfully cowered. Even if they were bold, even they weren't crazy enough to take the Asmodeus name lightly.
"Hehe! I don't need my friend's magic to copy his skills. I'm in charge of the Magical Apparatus Battler. I can make whatever I want for any situation." He sent a fire above that just barely grazed past their heads. "Now clean this mess, or die."
"I don't think I can pull another act like that if I tried." Smoke heard Midoriya utter as they finally settled down for the day. "It's way too tiring being that intimidating all the time!"
"Hey, you have an easy job. You want to deal with fifteen stacks of paperwork within half an hour? Be my guest." She groaned, falling to the ground, along with her papers. "Still, that was an impressive facade you just pulled. Where does that come from?"
"An old fri..associate. That's how he was to me most of the time." Ouch, sounds like a real handful. "Are we still this far behind? How much of the workload does Ameri do on her own?"
"Thirteen times what she gives us on the daily, so yes, very far behind. If it wasn't for your fear tactics that fight would have gone even longer." Grave spoke, also looking quite winded. "Again, you've surpassed my expectations. I could only imagine how much planning had to go into it."
"It's much easier than interacting with Ameri's new personality." Midoriya shuddered. "I've interacted with so many terrifying women in my life that a genuinely nice one with no hidden tactics just hits me the wrong way internally. I've been sleeping with one eye open subconsciously."
"Wow, that doesn't sound healthy, or safe, or, well, it just sounds wrong for anyone in general to think like that." Quichelight summarized, and she agreed wholeheartedly. While it irked her that Midoriya genuinely found the president scary, it wasn't without warrant. This is what girl talk was for: to make sure you weren't screwing it up! "But the kid has a point, I miss the old president. She made school so much better."
"We have so much to deal with these days, but it's all for her. Regardless of her personality, nothing can compare to the president's smiles." Johnny remembered fondly, as did the rest of them. Their president was adamant about trying to be like her old self that she went through the daily schedule, even if she wasn't the commanding force she used to be.
"She actually let us sleep till 6:06! I can't remember the last time I did that." Smoke recalled, and her body was grateful for it. "The tea session she had for us was great too." The President had a whole set up for them, filled with some of the tatiest danishes she's ever had. What was even sweeter was her and Midoriya eating together at their own table.
"The decorations are lovely." Quichelight remembered seeing them all over. "And the way she stamped was so cute …" The group immediately sulked over.
"This isn't our president." They muttered in despair.
"Have we still not narrowed it down?" Midoriya muttered. "I assumed we'd pick something up by now."
"No luck. There haven't been any suspicious characters, or other attacks of this nature. Just some random items stolen from other Battlers, but none of them have a connection." Johnny pointed out, and Izuku actually held his head in thought. What was there to think about?
"Well, it could be him. That guy would benefit the most from the president being down for the count, not just the student council itself." Grave thought up. The tone of voice made her realize who he was referring to, the rosey bastard.
"Him, who's him?" The honor student naively asked, and she couldn't help but feel jealous. His brain was untainted. "Wait, where's that music coming from?" That didn't take long to remedy.
Quichelight rushed in with the rest of the gang, and sure enough, they were treated to the greatest blight to ever taint the Student Council Meeting room, and probably Bablys as a whole. "You! It was you!"
"Okay, who exactly is this guy?!" Izuku asked out loud, with him and the other members spotting a tall and tan student. His horns were long, and the scorpion tail was on edge. The demon in question stood in a pile of roses. You know, like a moronic bitch.
"No, don't ask him, he's just going to..!" Smoke was far too late as the idiot in question pulled up a long couch carried by two demons that were spreading rose petals all over the room. He thrusted his pelvis around, making sure every demon in the room got an eyeful of the showoff. "..Sing."
"My name is Ronove!" He shouted. "Ronono, rononoveee…." The weirdo in question began a song that was just about hyping up his own name.
"Oh, so Clara isn't the only one that does musical numbers." The honor student idly muttered, like he dealt with it on the daily. Poor kid. "So what's the sane version while he's doing … that?" The boy asked, gesturing to the whole thing.
"Meet the President of the Disciplinary Battler. They're basically us, if we had no dignity and sucked at everything." Quichelight answered for him. "They pretty much made the Battler for street cred alone, only doing what will make them look good in everyone's eyes."
"How can two Battlers with the same motive exist at the same time? Seems like a big waste if they just do the same thing as the other." The kid didn't know half of it. "I haven't even heard about them until today."
"Ronove just wants the attention, and said he'd only join if he was made the President." Smoke muttered. "Meaning that since our President is down, he's the most likely culprit."
"Are you sure about that?" Izuku kept being skeptical as the musical began to wrap up. "He doesn't seem like the type to plan ahead for anything."
"Eh, he's a moron, but he's got a niche. Ronove is a Hé(5) despite being in his second year." Johnny clarified. "Luck can count as a skill around here, as unfair as that is."
"Oh so I have a negative skill, lovely." Midoriya grumbled, as the song finally finished. "Okay, Ronove, was it? What are you doing here, and do you have anything to do with Ameri's condition?"
Ronve barely noticed their newest recruits' presence, but once he did, the douche did everything he could to keep the boy's attention all on him. "Oh, another admirer, and a kindred spirit to boot! Ronove would be down to share some tips as your Rono-senpai." He grinned.
"What the-kindred spirit!?" Quichelight would be freaking out too if someone ever did the same to him. "What makes you say that?!"
"Because you are! You grab everyone's attention, you see the spotlight, and you can't help but put it on all yourself. My personal favorite stunt was that lovely flower you bloomed into existence!" If they didn't get to know the kid within the past few days, they'd probably be agreeing with him.
"Well then, as a kindred spirit, can I ask why someone as..." Midoirya looked like he was swallowing something bad. "...Talented as you is doing here?"
"Of course my little Rono-kohai." He patted the kids head, and the thought of him actually teaching anybody made him sick. Ronove paused, looking at his own hand in horror. "Oh my Ronove!" Conceited much. "I touched a boy for zero point three seconds!" He shouted, hitting the ground.
"Ronove-sama!" The girls shouted, shoving petals on him. After a big pie was forged the man came out, sparkling once again.
"I'm not even phased." The kid sighed. "You were saying, Ronove?"
"Ah, yes, my little Rono-kohai! It pains me that such talent has been gobbled up by the cruel and grueling Student Council Battler! Your light has dimmed just by being in their presence, but fear no longer, for I, Ronove, shall take down the Council by tomorrow's end!" He spotted a now entering Madam President, and ran past them to face her face-to-face. "I challenge Ameri Azazel to a Battler Disillusionment!"
What! "You bastard! You know those decrees can't be taken back!" Smoke voiced all their concerns.
"Exactly! So many have had their ire stoked by the Student Council, but none are as bold as Ronove to take up the duel! And with our dear lady President no longer the shining symbol of support for the school, Ronove thinks it's about time we retire the Student Council altogether and let the Discinplinare Battler have it's time to shine!"
"Hello there, Midoriya here, a bit uncultured, what is a Battler Disillusionment?" Well at least it wasn't as bad as not comprehending the plant blood maintenance. Seriously, that's basic biology.
"If a majority of students feel that the current Student Council President is inadequate, then it will be decided by vote when challenged. It just so happens that this guy did so first." Grave explained for the kid.
"Guess that makes sense, the Student Council, while given power, is ultimately just another battler made up of students. They just happen to have the most competent demons handling everything." Midoriya concluded himself. That sounded about right. "But if it's diplomatic, then wouldn't that require him to actually have people who WANT his Battler inchange?"
"Ronove is no moron, with Madam Azazel as weak as she is now-"He gestured to the quiet girl in the room. "Ronove has a list of people who agree that Ronove is the most spectacular choice." He pulled out a list larger than his whole body, unraveling and rolling on the ground. "Enough signatures have been gathered to initiate the Dissolution. And Ronove will come out on top, because Ronove is, Ronove!"
"Damn it, those are all the people we've beaten up or shut down." Quichelight growled at the list.
"Exactly. Ronove couldn't do anything about it before because like or not, Miss Ameri's standing was absolute, but now that she's nothing more than a dainty little flower.." He grinned creepily at their President, actually having the gall to wrap a strand of her hair around his finger. "I suppose once it's all said and done, Ronove will appoint you as Ronove's personal secretary." He gave a sick chuckle, raising the strand of hair towards his lips.
"Don't you dare you bas.." Was the sudden cry of the entire Battler, save for one, before a large smack was heard, and a pity cry of pain came out of Ronove. "What..Midoriya..?"
"What do you think you're doing, you damn sick lunatic?" His voice got deeper and menacing like before, green smoke rising from his right hand as his face darken, his eyes hidden by the shadow of his hair. "Touching a woman without her consent. Mocking her vulnerable state. It's bastards like you that make me ashamed of being a demon." The honor student held a vice grip on Ronove's offending appendage as the showoff sank to his knees. "You couldn't come off as more of a creep if you tried."
Ronove didn't know how to respond, other than with whimpers of pain and shock. Even his little lackeys didn't bother to help him, out of fear of the green haired boy. "I-I realized I-I've come on a little strongly, and I probably seem rather rude. I-I shall take my leave from here." Izuku did nothing to change his demeanor, but he did let go. "Ronove shall take his leave and prepare for tomorrow." The Disciplinary Battler said nothing more as they hurriedly ran out with cold sweat across their faces. Midoriya's face then returned to normal, except a bit drained and a little horrified.
"I told you I couldn't do it twice … I feel so stressed … just let me crawl in a hole." He spoke, falling to the ground.
"What are you talking about, that was awesome!" Smoke forgoed formality and raised the kid back up on his feet, giving him a nudge on the back. "It's those kind of guts we'll need if we're going to beat that bastard."
"Fuck yeah." Everyone turned and glared at him. "I mean heck yeah, you totally jumped in before I did Midoriya, he would have a broken hand if I got a shot."
"Indeed. You actually had the backbone to do what we wanted to do." Grave got in on the action as well. "With the President in less than ideal conditions, we're going to need that same fiery spirit."
"N-no, that was just a fluke, I just acted without thinking again, I'm sorry for.." He tried to apologize, but Ameri, standing straight for the first time since the spell, placed her gentle hands on his shoulders. "Ameri.."
"I think what you did was incredible, thank you Izzy-kun." The president smiled like some sort of … holy thing. He needed to brush up on his imaginary creature studies. "P-please, please stand by me. I-I don't know h-how much I can take."
He stood straighter, despite his nervousness. "Of course, I'll, I'll do my best." He nodded. "So what do we need to do now?"
Grave spoke this time, his deep voice intimidating all. "What we need is to delve into a deep evil. One on a conceptual level after we gained the ability to think. A truly dark and twisted playground of lies and propaganda … politics."
"So even the netherworld views them as a bad thing. Comforting in a way … we're gonna die aren't we?" Midoriya asked. Sad thing was he wasn't sure he could disagree.
