Serpa Skujult Gruppe Flot Geimsims, Fraxinus (The Guild of the Vigilant Veil's Space Armada, Fraxinus)

Over the Kuoh settlement

Home Islands, Kami no taiyō no teikoku

"W...WHAT!? No way, that's impossible!"

The air conditioning wasn't the only thing contributing to the chilliness in the room, as the looks on its two most important occupant's faces showed. The staff had gotten used to the antics of their superior at this point, so it really wasn't a problem to them. However, the person whom she was focusing on wasn't even an employee of the organization for which she nominally worked, although he was under their supervision for now. If it was up to her, she'd either eliminate the brat or have him conveniently put out of the way, however, his ability had proven to be quite the buzz back at HQ and though she was loath to admit it, how a man could be able to wield a [Angel] was something that piqued her interest.

Her lone red eye twitched with annoyance and a somewhat morbid boredom, that had proven fatal to many a person unlucky enough to oppose her.

Did Shidou dearest somehow manage to alter the fabric of reality when he pulled off that little stunt? She'd never used that bullet before the incident, so she wouldn't know for sure, but if that was true she'd definitely reward him when she had the chance. After getting rid of the counterparts of all those other women who were still living with him somehow, of course. He belonged to her and her alone!

For now, she'd focus on doing her job and forcing herself not to rend the little flamethrower brat in front of her to pieces. Dealing with the runt was a pain, but he had proven to be a valuable asset and a key factor in helping Ratosvakor in their goal of trying to save the Spirits. Tachibana Menma, though she suspected that name and the sob story he gave the soldiers sent to interrogate him was as fake as the Gulf of Tonkin. Supposedly a street rat from the shanty towns on the borders of the Empire, formed by refugees who were neither NATO nor Warsaw Pact personnel or JSDF soldiers. That wouldn't be that bad, if it weren't for the fact that he carried himself like a wanna be mob boss trying to be a superstar.

Fancy outfits, a general love for gold and an annoying obsession with trying to save everyone he thought was in danger. The Commander had a feeling his extravagance went beyond even that, but that was a story for another time.

His general appearance reminded the psychotic woman of the infamous Kiiroi Senkō, and the resemblance didn't stop at the similar hairstyle and face. When he had been picked up by the group he had used a teleportation technique that reminded her too much of her [Celestial Platinum].

His [Angel], Battaglia di Oro (Fighting Gold) took the form of an anthropomorphic spectral Kyuubi no Yoko from the pre-war mythology, that had the ability to drastically a victim's movements after a hit from one of its tails or front paws. It also possessed a weak {Chronological Displacement} effect that could be channeled into either a destructive or neutral force with proper training. Despite its plainness, it had the potential to be one of the strongest [Angels] of all time, surpassing even her. This was due to two things: its compatibility with Hamon and the rare ability of a sustainable second form.

Contrary to popular consensus among the Fire Force and other similarly minded organizations across the world, so-called Spirits were not mindless berserkers out to destroy every human in their sight. Sure, their entry into the physical world might be destructive due to the fractures created during the said process, but most of the time they were rather neutral. The main danger was when the transition from mortal to semi-corporeal took place and the mind couldn't handle the stress. Those were later described as some of the most destructive spacequakes in history. Another problem was when the mental state weakened during times of great stress or attempting to enhance one's power.

The Commander didn't have all the evidence to prove her theory, but she believed that the Great Cataclysm that destroyed the old world and paved the way for a period of chaos and anarchy rightfully described by the papal seat in Hiroshima as 'a new Dark Age', had been caused by an unintentional summoning of her onto the physical plane. Why else would the Soviets divert attention from a successful campaign in Europe in order to launch a campaign of nuclear genocide and annihilation in China? A Yankee investigation into the Arcane, perhaps?

This explanation would help to explain some of the more eccentric occurrences of the 'Endwar', between the military forces of NATO lead by a conservative US government interested in affirming American nationalism and exceptionalism, and the Eurasianist movement whose main patron was the Soviet Union and for a time, China that was going on when the post-WW2 civilization came to an abrupt end. But that was a story for a different time. The so-called Worst Spirit had no idea how a little brat with a temper problem could control, much less gain a second form of a [Angel] but she'd play it safe for now.

Those black ops idiots hiding in the Fire Service were running around like absolute clowns, looking all over Japan for the rare entry of a Spirit from the spectral realm. Meanwhile, the creatures that they were looking for had been able to avoid detection simply by manifesting in uninhabited areas and observing human language and mannerisms. It was a source of soothing irony to her, and as she glared at the brat whom she had to deal with, a rough plan entered her mind.

Problems could be troublesome, but that didn't mean they had to be a burden.

After all, was Rome built in a day?

"Why did I even bother to befriend these guys again? By now the ladies must be thinking I'm the biggest pervert in history at this point...I'm probably going to be single until university! Curse you middle school and puberty! If I had told these two idiots about what had happened to me a week ago, I probably wouldn't have been able to make it out of the classroom! Jeez! Can't these guys focus their energies on being productive!"

Issei let out a soft sigh as he watched his two friends {not} try and secretly plot how they were going to peep on the members of the Kendo club while said unfortunate maidens were changing. Matsuda was a bald guy whose athletic build indicated his former status as a track and field prodigy. Motohama on the other hand, fit the picture of the stereotypical lecherous nerd to the T.

He'd befriended them in grade school after Irina left [he had a feeling his suspicions about his best friend's gender would be proven correct], and they along with Mei-nee had been the only thing keeping him from going crazy. He'd been surprised to find out they'd become the laughingstock of the school, but he supposed people did change over time.

You write perverted books for a living, don't you? How successful would you have been if you didn't have the inspiration guiding you? As loath as you are to admit it, you are a pervert Issei. It's in your blood for the love of Hucedo Mundo! Don't tell me you're a student at that school of yours and not notice the beauty of the students and female staff there!

The young man's eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly for a moment. He gave his wayward childhood friends one more remorseful glance as they plotted their latest lecherous scheme, before turning around and heading to the cafeteria to get his lunch. He had a project to work on and the sooner he got it done, the better. After the incident with the weird soldiers, he was in no mood for mischief.

If he had been paying attention before making his way to the canteen, he would have noticed a petite white-haired girl glaring at him as he carefully observed the antics of his supposed 'friends'.

"Baka. Onii-chan is pretty smart, but he can be such an idiot at times nya. There's no way he couldn't notice Erika-chan fighting that fox guy last week nya. I'll have to be careful, in order to make sure that Zuzu-kun is mine and mine alone!"

In another part of the school

"Come on! How hard it can be to find a Spirit anyways? If I was scouting out this place, I could find it no problem, but the whole area is brimming with life energy! I can't even pick up a single person by energy signature!" The black haired youth angrily clenched his fist in silent rage. "And why do I have the feeling the Commander is using me to fufil a agenda?"

He was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't notice the other students pointing and whispering as he made his way throught the school. Unbeknownst to the young Stand user, his ability to sense the 'auras' of other people was a side effect of his inborn ability to use Hamon (Ripple), the energy of life itself. And since he had been unconciously channelling energy through his Stand since he was a child, it automatically activated when he used anything to do with Hamon. Although the students of course couldn't see the Stand, they could feel the bloodlust emenating from it and the fact that he was wearing a fur jacket over his school uniform didn't help as well.

After making his way through the school searching for his targets, unconciously scaring away many would be bullies with his unconcious Stand deployment, he was on the verge of giving up and calling it quits when a familiar voice snapped him out of his funk. Surprised as to why said person would be in this part of the country he quickly found a safe hiding spot and prepared to utilize his Stand if neccessary.

"Didn't you hear Katase? The area near our town was destroyed by a spacequake! And there's been this really weird new student who's been going around staring and looking around as if he's doing an examination of the school, it's absolutely creepy! He looks kind of cute though...it would be better if he wasn't such a creep though."

"Whatever Murayama...it's not like you aren't in love with Hyoudou yourself anyways." No way! I'm sure he was killed back then...nobody could survive an attack of that magnitude. Wait a minute, is someone reading my thoughts? That's impossible...but with magic even the mundane becomes extraordinary.

The black-haired youth's cerulean eyes widened in shock. "Huh?" was the only thing he could say before he was unceremoniously yanked from his hiding spot. Katase's yellow eyes widened in surprise as she almost lost control of the Savage virus inside her body. |Katase looks like Philuffy Aingram from Undefeated Bahamut Chronicle, by the way.|

"Um, Sakura-chan...I can explain..."

WHACK!

"How many times am I going to have to tell you that it's not Sakura, IT'S KATASE! And what the heck are you doing here Giorno? Shouldn't you be, like leading Passione or something like that!"

Murayama just stared in confusion as her old friend proceeded to literally drag a protesting 'Giorno' to a undisclosed location, not even aware of the fact that their little stunt was gathering onlookers.