The Devil's Supernatural

by Obigity

Dean Winchester is a good man. He's done all he can to save his family by being stuck in Purgatory. It was better him than his brother, now it's only a question of getting a ride back home. Only to be reborn as a boy named Issei Hyoudou that is the host of something called a Sacred Gear but it doesn't matter what universe he's in as long as monsters are around there'll be a hunter.

4. Back To Scratch

First, before I say my greetings, I would like first to apologize.

I'm not in trouble or anything, but I wanted to say that in my last chapter that I went a little overboard with my intro before I went into my story. I was watching the show, and I just frustrated me how the Highschool DXD world worked and stuff that I wouldn't resist badmouthing them before I got into it. I read the reviews and one that stood out was that I shouldn't be quick to judge when it comes to the character development, and I had to agree. I was making a mistake when I said that they weren't ready for the horrors of the world when they already saw most of it to be able to handle tough missions and things that tend not to go their way. I apologize again because I wanted to get back at the group because from my view they seem all to their core evil when it comes to humanity. But inside from the development, I saw that they had to do what was necessary in those times and had to make tough calls that would leave a bad taste in one's mouth. So I will thank those who saw the error of my ways and help me understand that not everything is always in black and white, but there is some gray that's there too.

As a second which is not an apology well maybe in it's own way with a little sarcasm but when there are reviewers out there that say that they don't like my work and such I couldn't help but say Sorry that it couldn't be written any better. I told you from the start it was my first time that I would publish anything to people around the world to see, and have to say some are just too straightforward that they would just say that it's terrible because of the way I write. Well Sorry that I'm too inexperienced for not being a New York Best Selling Writer, although you may not like the material I still not giving up that easily. I know that I may not be the best when it comes to writing out things and that's why I ask of you to help my improve along with my literature. I encourage you guys to help me so that one day when I'm good enough to go solo, I too can help you out with whatever literature you have trouble expressing.

I don't know why it bugs me to write that paragraph because in most way's when I say it; it makes me look like some bitchy complaining brat that can't handle criticism. (Truthfully speaking, but I had to get that out of the way)

Also a shout out there, I have seen a lot of the Fanfiction writers materials, and I got to say a lot you got the potential of becoming a great novelist. I was just glancing at random stories, and I want to say hats tipped to you for being able to write with experience like you've actual were there at the time (Either be real or just imagination)

I would repeal my old words for saying that they weren't ready for real horrors (Hint, hint) so that's why I made a small tiny weeny little change in one of my future chapters that may possible, if not most definitely, will turn out squalid, even by Devil standards. They will do mortifying things that will make me (Arthur) look like I'm one twisted emo lunatic that does nothing in his spare time but cut my wrists as I watch Donnie Darko or get off on watching people torment themselves which border edges to Sociopathic Devil Worshipper. Hey, I did say that it will get darker only later in the story so just before the worst. I will tell you that I won't get to that level yet, maybe in several chapters, so that I can get settled on most of their background persona and stuff.

Now I can do the formal oration that includes proper introductions with a greeting of sorts, followed by the recap of the previous chapter while at it blend it into this chapter. The what's, who's, why's, will surface for the first time as will more central figures and spontaneous plot twists.

Let Chaos Reign

Note: I don't own any of the Supernatural series or Highschool DXD.

Dean Talking "..."

Dean side comments (...)

DeanThinking '...'

Ddraig Talking [...]

Ddraig Talking Out Loud "[...]"

Ddraig Thinking ['...']

Kicking Ass And Taking Names

Chapter 4

After talking to a few individuals on the street, he found a bar from the outside that fit the bill of what you would call a shady place. The building was like any other house except it had looked like it was built in during WW2 with some of its wooden features seem to be falling apart by age and by god he swears that the door was made of duct tape as it seemingly tried to keep itself together. Issei wouldn't be surprised if the place were filled with run of the mill thugs eating nails that have long hair which entwines with their facial hair. He prepared himself for the dramatic entrance that would follow with him getting looks but instead of that as he opened the taped door what greeted him was a decent looking bar with several people, if not less, men that looked like average men on their time off work.

Nobody even glanced his way as Issei walked in like he just escaped a burning building to the front of the bar taking an empty stool. The bartender, a tanned Asian man with streaked gray hair in his late 50's wearing a white apron and matching shirt, eye at him like he was the most curious thing that came inside his bar.

He spoke in a small voice that was close to a growl which would've scared about anyone that crossed him, "You need some water to douse that?" Issei giving a clearly fake smile said, "No, what I need is a shot of Bourbon and a bottle of that Jack Daniels right there."

The bartender raised his eyebrow at the youth, "Let me see some identification paper, and then we can do business."

Issei giving an annoyed grunt took out his brown leather wallet from his utility belt pocket and plucked out his fake ID, handing it over to the older man which he took kindly he zoomed in on the picture to Issei comparing the two. What seemed like an eternity the man sighed as he handed back his ID saying, "Look kid I know that you're way too young even to be in here, so I can't serve you anything."

Issei took in a deep breath as he put away his wallet as he blinked hard to shun a headache that's been haunting him for the last hour.

The bartender in his stead wasn't trying to act like an ass, but even he had morals, the kid was way too young even to start drinking, just looking at him yelled 'Youth' he didn't want to be the one responsible for ruining a teen's health by making him an alcoholic in the long run.

Just when he politely asked the brunette to leave, the bartender saw a drastic change in the teen's face, more directly his eyes as the kid spoke in a stern voice, "I've had a rough night, too hard for anyone to handle. I smell like an exhaust pipe, and I feel like ground meat. This headache I also have isn't getting any better. So I'm going to ask you Man to Man, can you give me a beer?"

The elder man was silent as he studied the teen's face looking for an excuse to deny his request when in truth he had plenty of reasons to turn him away. What stopped him is what he saw in the kid's eyes as he changed from one you would find in an active teenager to those that have seen much war and blood that he only saw in war veterans…..and what he saw in himself every time he looked in a mirror.

For now, his morals be damned, as he reached under the counter to pull out a small shot glass along with bottle half filled with Bourdon and handed it to the teenager.

Issei nodded his head in appreciation as he was going to take his first shot he was interrupted by someone sitting next to him. A tall relatively well-dressed man in his early 30's with black hair, purple eyes along with a goatee which was neatly trimmed, "Damn kid, that's the first time I've seen Tio-san serve someone as young as you." The stranger looked at the bartender as he also ordered the same drink, Issei replied, "That's because it's what I have that gets me around and you have to say some things right to get you want. The world's not giving you shit if you don't know how to give some shit back."

The man went quiet as he eyed the kid once then said, "You smell like an ashtray. What did you do, run inside a burning building to rescue a baby?" Issei was taking another drink from the bartender as he handed him the Daniel's, "Guahhh, well you say that I encountered a white-haired latina that might've been mad that I burned what was left in between us."

The man chuckled as he also took the same drink, "Girl troubles? That I can understand, you just need her to give you some space then run right back on in and give her ass a little slap, while you have some makeup sex."

Issei's mind went back to that psychotic Hispanic and shuttered at the thought of slapping her ass when she only had the lower part of a spider. Issei, "Na, more like a one night stand where things didn't get complicated when you wake up the next morning." An inside joke to himself, as the man flashed him a grin as Issei described his relationships, "So you would hit it but quit it, then tap it but wrap it...and split?" Issei gave a confirmed nod as he sipped some of his drink, the stranger continued, "Well I've gotten into a bunch of those myself since things never last that long. Though I would have a go with twins if they would do a double blackjack while wearing skin tight leather…"

(8 shots later)

The two moved on the pool table that Issei didn't notice in the corner front of the bar as they laughed and drank their beers and started another game of pool and talked about mundane things as well as which celebrity they would hit on.

(5 bottles of beer on the wall later)

They were back at the counter taking more shots as Cide (The black haired man's name) along with another random guy on Issei's right taking a shot as well. They have no idea who the man is, only that he speaks one word which is, "Kanpai!" every time they drink so they didn't mind more company. (They also think he's trying to get them to pay for free shots which they didn't mind either) As Cide-san talked about what his sex life has been like and would describe some of his adventures which were pretty impressive and some surprising when he spoke of a Mile High foursome, which led Issei to believe that the guy was filthy rich or had friends from high places.

As he talked on, Issei in his mind would've never talked about any subject regarding his sex times to guys since there is an unspoken sworn oath that those that get laid never speak of it to others unless it's sex jokes or those in need of advice. His words saying in the act of sex is very loyal, to never expose his or her acts to other guys since he sees it as kind of gay when he describes it, and he looks like a total douchebag talking about like they were trophies to be conquered. Whether he looks like it or not, he is very protective when it comes to dignity.

But for the life of him, Issei couldn't understand why he's heartily laughing with this man he hardly knows for an hour as the pervert was describing a porno act that he was supposedly starred. Only to be kicked out later on when in one of his scenes he sleeps with the director's barely legal daughter when she also wanted some.

(Perverts everywhere, no matter who or what)

(One empty bottle of Bourbon later)

Issei started to feel lightheaded with a little red hue on his cheeks, but he still had enough mind to describe one of his semi-illegal public "Affections" he did at a local dinner which they both ended up doing it in the one stall bathroom. Both men listened in on him as Cide had his jaw slightly dropped when he finished the story, "So you managed to do that, as well as make her take her bra and underwear off on the train. Did it once behind the park bleachers, twice in the bathroom, and at her home." Issei nods and adds nonchalantly, "Her kid came home as I was still banging her in her bathroom which she eagerly wanted to try shower sex, that stuff was complicated." The man whistled in respect for the teen that's been so daring at the risk of getting caught more than once, the kid was on the road to being a stuff of legend when it came to public 'fondness.'

Issei did it on behalf of the widow's request since she would never try something so publicly, but in the end, he made her open minded in the future, leaving behind one satisfied MILF.

The random guy held a perverted smirk on his face as he said to Issei, "Kanpai!" This time Issei smiled at him from the man's single vocabulary word, as he also raised his shot a toast to his moments, "Kanpai."

(One passed out drunk and their 21 beers later)

Their newly drunk friend that kept with them finally dropped out after his 15th shot as he laid snoozing away on the counter while Issei and Cide-san conversations progressed to their 21st shots. Issei felt a little tipsy as Cide looked fine or was superb at holding his own, "Dean, you are the most interesting brat that I've had the pleasure of drinking with, and that's saying something." Issei raised his shot as did Cide did the same as Issei proclaimed, "And you are the first pervert that I ever met that had a BDSM, with actual whips and candles, I may add."

(Anyone would be embarrassed to admit having one but Cide-san seemed proud of it like he has no shame…...For that, Issei respects him slightly more)

They clanked the glass as they downed another shot.

(One hour later)

On the other side of the room 'Dean' was holding a microphone as a Jukebox from the late 80's played as he 'sang' along with tunes he picked, "Suh uh luvely…...Fak!...…..Wellcum ughh hotle califona…..." His 'singing' practically slurred each time he said a word as it turned into the world's worst audition.

Issei's other hand raised to his lips as the beer in hand as Cide cheered him on the sidelines like any nice person would do idiotically: to cheer on the drunk. The onslaught of offensive but garbled words that turned up the mood of the bar into a more optimistic one which was appreciated from the bartender as others began interacting more with the 'fun timers.'

As Issei's crude singing continued the bar's tape door opened in and in walked in a large group of young adults that had an air of cockiness mixed with pride around them. Issei kept on singing as 4 of the men in the group separated from the rest to swarm the empty pool table leaving eight behind, three being women gathered together chatting as the five guys left to order drinks.

That's when things got out of hand quickly when one of the girls gave Cide a look while he was still cheering on 'Dean,' her faced turned into a devilish one as she left her friends swaying her hips seductively and appeared on his right, "Hi handsome."

Cide looked over to see an average looking brunette but rather cute around her early 20's wearing a black tank top and skinny jeans. (Yep, shits about to go down) So naturally Cide talked (flirt) with the brunette, Issei still in his little world sang his tune that came naturally. Until a bang interrupted his musical, he opened his eyes to see one of the newcomers looking pissed at Cide, as Cide from Issei's angle was grabbing the brunette's ass cheek but she did nothing to resist. (in one minute, everything goes to hell)

The guy looking like an ape about 6 foot 3 with sandy blonde hair and over bulged muscles walk over to Cide and started to cussing him out, but Cide as magnificent as ever seemed bored as the guy threatened him, then Cide just said something that made the giant ape turn red like an angry bull.

Just as the man looked like he was about to get physical, he yelled at him for all to hear, "You fucking old timer! I'm going to kick your drunk Alzheimer's ass back to the curb where they left your disco ass on." The look on Cides face was surprising at either the old timer or disco insult, as Cide was going to say his piece before things got ugly, Issei interjected their squabble, loudly on his mic with words they could sort of understand, "Hay ass shoes! Tat's my pervert….drunk bud your talkin too….Jus…..(Gulp)...igor him, you frat boy rejects!"

Most of that was the alcohol talking (Maybe also a hint of his consciousness) but either way it caught their attention. The offender's friend next to him looked at Issei as if sizing him up with a sneer as he saw his tattered clothes and burnt appearance, "And who the fuck are you?" His friend said in a highly arrogant voice.

Issei still in his drunk stupor managed to give a wolfish grin while gaining a confident composure as he spoke in the mic surprising with clear words like he was faking his drunkenness earlier, "I'm Batman, and I'm also a young player that has plenty of ass-kicking experience to dickless pricks such as yourselves, than a regular jackass accomplishes in a week, and I'm going to add you to the count if you want to play like that."

The guy behind him the fiends-friend looking bored glanced at Issei unimpressed as he told him in a dismissive voice, "Why don't you just go back to cleaning chimneys kid." Issei still smiling chuckled out as he rubbed his face and said with an edge, "Well if that's how you want to play it."

That went well over as all three looked at Issei with looks like you would give that if anyone moved first then you were the first one out. The man behind the blonde apeboy walked away with his other buddy in tow, but for reasons unknown the tall blonde just stood there looking at Cide in a kind of trance that they just brushed off. Firmly they came apart from Issei to show off their heights as they both lumbered over Issei by foot, "Midget," The unlazy one said intimidatingly, "You're not half the size I am, and that's because your mom told me while I fucked her silly."

Issei felt irked at the comment but kept his same smirk on his face (You want to play it that way? Ok then) as he countered, "Really? Cause if I remember your mom and sister told me otherwise after they got passed around your buddies like loose change."

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(For future reference: If there's one button don't want to mess with it's talking about his mom or him taking pride in something he values also dearly)

The young adults face flared in loathly at the teen as he got in closer to Issei's space. The jock said with heat, "Alright bitch, you're going through all 13 layers of hell when I'm through with you, while I piss on your face and cut that stupid hair off since you look like a Twilight fag fan."

*SNAP*

Was the only sounded that came after that, Issei dug his heel into the jackass's foot causing the guy to bend over in pain. Issei getting the perfect haymaker to the right that gave out thudded noise, possibly giving the man a concussion as he grabbed the back of his shirt tossing him behind with ease, the guy full body slammed into the jukebox making it screech momentarily before it changed songs.

~~Drum Intro~~You ready Steeve? Envy? Mick? Alright fellas, Let's GO!~~

(The Sweet: Ballroom Blitz)

Issei grinned grew to resemble the grinch's as double trouble came in wide-eyed swinging at Issei's ribs in a proper stance and a good job at the movement for carrying it out. Only for his fists to connect to air as Issei moved his body in an impossible way and grabbed hold his wrist with his right hand as he twirled around and delivered an left elbow strike square in the face, feeling his teeth break from impact. Issei took a wide stance one he learned in Judo as he continued the fight by slipping his right hand to his opponent's front shirt likewise with his left hand as he lifted and threw the man over his shoulder as he yelled in surprise when he with the tables and walloped his head on the floor knocked out.

'Two down.'

Issei a little hazed turned his attention to their gang to see all had his undivided attention were locked on him with caution, even when he stumbled a little as he walked over to Macho Man. The Hulk Hogan snapped out of the daze and looked over at Issei as if he had a death wish even to fight him, what they didn't expect was Issei to grab another beer on the counter that somehow appeared there and started to drink again since his own was already gone.

Minitank ignored Cide for 'Dean' to give some payback for his 'bros' defeat. He grabbed his ripped jacket behind and had his left hand cocked back to give him a Cross Hook, Issei turned in so fast that the beast couldn't match and gave his a casual jab with his left while another hand still held protectively on the beer. The hit wasn't what the big guy expected from the young ashed delinquent (Ha, get it?...), the punch felt like he was hit with steel plates or professional boxer instead of an ordinary kid. Issei's beer arm hooked on the man's limb that was still attached to his jacket and twisted inward in a modified armbar twist. Taking the man's neck with his right bringing his knees to his stomach knocking the breath out of him while slamming his head on the bar counter whacking his brain hard enough to see stars.

~~Lightning!~~

Passing his beer to his other, he slung his arm around the dazed bulkheads neck in an armhold choking the man until he felt him pass out from lack of air. (Gulp) 'Dean' chugged in the alcohol, but got bored as he looked at it then dumped the rest of it on top of the unconscious Hulk buster with uninterest. 'Fuck these guys have bad taste in beer.'

The rest of the boy scouts looked warily at Issei as he easily took down their big guns, but what annoyed 'Dean' slightly was Cide not paying attention to the fight that he started rather still be flirting with the brunette as her girlfriends gathered around next to her looking a little anxious at Issei.

The group broke their fears as both men at the bar simultaneously grabbed what they could, one holding his stool as the other threw a full beer at his head. Issei tilted his head as the beer whizzed past his head missing it shattered behind him while the stool man swung at Issei across his body. The teen leaned back his body as if falling as his leg kicked out, his barefoot connected with the man's sternum sending him also fly backward, Issei stomped forward getting his grounds as the other man hit his head on the edge of the tables OKing the punk sending him to Lala land.

Balancing himself out the teenager looked at the beer thrower (Real shame) that came at him with a Tiger Palm technique to his throat. The threat was smoothly (As a drunk can get) evaded by ducking and swinging down at the guy's head with his empty bottle making it shatter on his head also sending him to the ground, "That'll…...teach you…..not to be wasteful….even if it's shitty."

(He hears a grunt on his right as his passed out drunk friend agreeing with him in his sleep then he went right back to snoring)

It still wasn't over; the three pooled buddies came at him with pool sticks as one stayed behind looking uninterest at the fight continuing on his game of shooting pool. The three amigos came around the tables blocking him off from any exits, cornering him down like an animal. Issei amped his game by going into a boxing stance to the centerman as well getting a good view of the two flanking his left and right. In his peripheral vision, he could see Cide laughing at something as he got the attention of all three girls while they too ignored the ruckus in favor of the flamboyant playboy.

'How does he do that?'

The jockeys left and right swung their pool sticks in synch front and behind him, falling to the ground like a log missing him the one in front took the chance with a swipe to his head. Issei reached behind him to grab anything to block, and he grabbed a wooden stall as he defended himself. Using the chair as a shield as they backed off on his left the guy acted first taking a swing at his head to only be blocked again by his good guard he kicked out his barefoot connecting his shin hard, knocking the idiot to the ground as the guy screaming clutched his leg in pain.

The teenager threw the chair forward to the middleman with enough force to slam the frat boy backward and over the tables; another one bites the dust as the guy hit his head on the wooden floor sending him off to the land of unicorns and leprechauns.

Hyoudou rolled away from the next pool strike, accidentally managing to get on top of the man still clutching his leg while accidentally again elbowing the poor saps injured leg. For now, he ignored his cries of pain as he took the fallen man's pool stick turning in time to dodge the last man standing swing with the weapon as fast and hard as he could, out of control as it went past Issei's head and instead only to hit his buddies head (K.O.) flat out by dropping backward out cold.

"Sorry Takao-san"

The teen thrust his stick at the exposed fiend shoulder, but the man turned his body sideways as he swiped while he dodged at Issei's head. Ducking and tucking his head in like a turtle, Issei could feel the stick brush the top of his ashy hair, quickly getting to his feet holding his weapon like a two-handed sword.

The last man mimicked his stance to an offense. Issei moved away slowly while other guy guided to him, stepping over his unconscious friend they backed into the corner of the room with fewer tables and move room for them to swing.

Issei the one to break the ice acting like a noble one asked, "Ladies first?" That got a reaction out of him.

The adult cut across the pool stick only to be parried by the teen. They went on for a while, mostly the man giving it his all to overwhelm the younger fighter, but Issei calmly evaded and blocked each strike until both their pool sticks were crossed pressing against each other, trying to push back the other with pure strength. Til Issei thought it was best to antagonize his opponent in the Deathlock by doing his best impersonation of Bane, "You fight like young man, with nothing held back." The adult yelling like a barbarian threw his head back and slammed it against Issei's forehead only to feel like he hit steel, the man stopped his warrior cry, backing off to look at Issei weirdly before passing out, dropping (fainting) to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

'Well, that was easy.'

Issei surveyed his surroundings finding the man the 'ran into' the jukebox was awake groaning in pain.

~~It's a Ballroom Blitz~~~It's a Ballroom Blitz~~~

Walking back over the bodies he went straight to the man responsible for this mayhem, the place Cide once sat in was empty along with a note with a huge wad of yen under the shot glass. Taking the note it read:

Dear Dean, thanks a bunch of care of the trash. Without you, I wouldn't have gotten these lovely ladies to agree with having a foursome with me, you truly are a man of Lady Luck to hang around. This is for the drinks and damage on me; I'll be seeing you again soon so until then ciao,

Sincerely, Your handsome sex deviant God Cide

Scoffing as he wondered about how he would get about finding Issei only to remember the guy was filthy rich, but not that he could find him because he gave out a fake name.

Shrugging to himself, he stepped over to the bartender who was currently cleaning one of the glass cups like everything around him was a normal day occurrence, and if that were so then it would explain the duct tape door. Counting the money, as he said, "Here's for me and my pals drinks (Give him 20000 yen) and this for the mess (hands over the rest of the dough)."

'No, not filthy rich, Insanely filthy rich boy' Issei thought with a little jealousy.

Taking the cash without even saying a word, Issei walked out to the entrance, but his feet didn't go any further when he looked over the nonparticipating audience. Seeing that none of them even seemed fazed by the scenes, Issei lazily gave the last adult a stare as he got into a sloppy fighting stance and said to him, "Final Boss fight?"

The man looked up from his pool said shortly, "Na." That confused Issei's like it didn't matter to him if he beat the shit out of his friends, but the man explained, "I only came here to have fun, not to get in a pointless fight."

He returned unbothered to his shooting game and Hyoudou accepted the answer from the man as he wasn't going to pursue another brawl.

The night welcomed him as he stepped out feeling the cold air cool his body lovingly. Walking not even two steps a sultry voice came from behind him that sounded like a cat's purr, "Good evening, nya. What's a boy like you doing here all lonesome?"

Turning around very slowly the first thing he saw was two magnificent looking boobs the sizes of watermelons, both her perfect jugs were firm as if they begged to be touched. Both of her breasts seemed to defy gravity and float without sagging which was an impressive feat considering their size. Those two snuggle puppies are what many would call a marshmallow heaven and a great motorboat.

Looking past her (With much difficult) chest the woman wore a loose black kimbo that showed her incredible long slender legs that ran up her thighs and went no further as the robes hidden the rest of her goods. Around her neck she wore an amulet or some heirloom that resembled an expensive necklace with small silver beads fashioning a dreamcatcher looking webs on the outside while in the center a green oni rested, an unusual design by looks but the gem was the eye catcher of it like it demanded to be acknowledged.

The shape of her body looked like the perfect hourglass figure, her face which had a heart shaped feature give her golden eyes a kind of feline feel to them not to mention her long silky raven black hair that flowed around her shoulders made all of her look so….Sinuous.

Deep inside Issei Hyoudou his body reacted strongly that it nearly took his entire willpower not to jump this cat and make public love right then. Since his body was partially turning against into a primitive feral state, he suppressed his urges and gave the living wet dream a smile and said smoothly (Although he looks and smells like a fireplace), "Why, looking for you of course."

She quirked her eyebrow (God that was sexy) as she asked curiously, "Nya, why is that?" Issei put on one of his many wicked smiles that he uses to boost (Pun) his sweet innocent charms that gave his eyes a twinkle. "I had a bad day, and a friend of mine told me to find a smile on a beautiful girl, so would please smile for me?"

She did just that, walking over to him seductively (International or not) and stopped after getting into an arm's length worth of space that he would clearly see the natural milky white skin like flawlessness has never touched her.

The busty woman slightly leaned forward and took in a whiff of him making his hopes and dreams crash right then, "You smell bad." The woman said flatly crushing his chances to zero, but then unexpectedly she smiled at him with the same twinkle he gave to her as she said, "It's a good thing I like dirty boys."

In his defense he never expected a drop dead gorgeous woman to advance on him, not that he was saying he's ugly or anything, but the reaction of his jaw hitting the ground was expected from the unforeseen turn of events. She walked by him slowly to say what would be the dealbreaker between them, "Plus, you got a cute but, nya." She pinched his ass breaking him out of his dream and into this better reality.

Issei grinned like a fox and thought of one last thing before they went to where she was staying and rode the waves for the entire night til next one was, 'Wasn't that supposed to be my line?'

(One week later)

The crowds gathered vastly out and around the city as the taxis packed up heading to the popularly designated areas, out of most populated areas three always will be packed to the brim: The train station, grocery center, and the airport. Today though the international airport frequently flew in and out with people like ants as the passengers start their studies at the university or going back to school as the summer came to an end. The crowd moved around disorganized except around those that pose a greater authority that gets around; people can tell that have high importance just by either looking or feeling at them.

Like that would explain why people are avoiding a brown haired teen that exerted an ominous feeling from deep down inside their bones they knew that this individual was savage. Other than that it was that or the black cloud hanging over his head, and his face resembled one who found out that shit was in his cereal as he headed toward his gate with the same face.

The ticket receptionist looked nervous when the shoved the papers in his face, like he was going to stab the passport in his gut. The teenager was no other than Issei Hyoudou or so says his papers as he took his seat in the front with first class for him being a V.I.P for the university that came with some benefits. As he stared out the window, he recalled this week's whole ordeal in a certain meeting that more or less gave him enough to mull over.

(Flashback)

An Asian man in his early thirties with dark blonde hair, green eyes, standing 5'11 walks into a rundown store at the slum parts of the city. The shop markets trinkets from all over Japan to sell to half-witted travelers that crossed into being sucker into inexpensive gifts. As the man walks in he see's various items that any regular Japan nerd nut would give their leg to have. Walking by the display items ignoring the collectibles…'Is that a Fingertrap?'…..as best as he could, he stood at the cashier a younger teen with shaggy jet black hair, gray eyes, white shirt with the words 'Japan is best' written in blue letters.

The older adult placed his elbows on the desk as the teenager spoke in an exaggerated voice, "Welcome to the world of secrets, tradition, honor, and treasures, if you seek to understand such elegant wonders I would recommend taking this exclusive edition of 'Tour of the Past' for only 800 Yen."

He grabs a pamphlet on the book rack that read 'The World We Know' but the man ignored the offer and asked the teen curiously, "Do you even get many customers with a shirt like that?"

The kid deflated like a balloon as he dropped the material on the desk and said in a very dramatic voice, "It was my Ojisan request. I tried to explain to him no matter what I wore it won't raise sells, but he said that shop appearances reflect on upon the first person they see. So he made it law that I'm to wear this as my 'uniform' and if I say anything else he'll instead force me to wear...Kabo."

He shuddered as he turned his head and the man followed his gaze to see a green frog mascot costume occupying on an empty chair. The adult raised an eyebrow, 'Kabo?' he turned his gaze back to the teen, "Actually I'm here to see Riyoko." The teenager frowned at the man as he spoke sternly with his crossed arms, "My Ojisan won't see anyone today since he's busy, so I'm afraid you have to come back another time."

The man huffed as he leaned more into the desk looking straight at the teens hard but unsure eyes as he squirmed slightly at the older man's intense stare, "Then can you tell him that Dean Winchester wants to talk to him about a hunt." This time the poor teen did not move an inch, not showing his fear, but the sweat on his forehead betrayed him as he sweated slightly and gulped unnoticeably, but Dean caught it. The teen still keeping his facade slipped a little as he spoke in a small voice, "I'll be back in a moment."

The kid scurried to the back room, covered with a colorful curtain, not even two seconds he came back out looking like he's seen a ghost and with a defeated smile he said, "Hahaha H-H-He told me to go on in….He heard you." Dean watched as the teenager strolled over to the frog costume crying out a river while he put on the frog head. Dean abandoned the troubled teen to get his audience with the shop owner.

As he passed the curtain he walked in another part of the shop that wasn't keeping any trinkets in the back, but a library of some sort filled with books and file cabinets against the walls. Everything looked neat except for a small desk in the center of the room covered with scattered papers as a short old man in his 70's, white long hair, wearing a green male kimbo. He spun around with a calculative look; the old man studied him like a scholar would at a rare specimen for about a minute before it changed into a cheeky smile, "Hello Winchester-san how kind of you to come. If I was forewarned about this, I could've made some preparations for your arrival."

He went on; then he took back his calculative look with a curious voice he said, "But I have to say, I expected you to be…..Older."

The man stood still as if he was caught in an act, but he only shrugs and responds, "So I've been told, but that doesn't matter to you, does it?" The old man silently looked at the man before nodding his head, "Yes, I can see why. Well then, it would be rather rude for me not to introduce myself to a guest." He bowed his body to Dean and said, "My name is Riyoko Kensu, it's a pleasure to be in such a famous hunters presence."

The young hunter following the same style and spoke formally, "As you know, my name is Dean Winchester, and I thank you for letting me talk to you on short notice." The old man smile returned as he talked to , "That's fine when I have nothing else to do but study here on my spare time but that begs the question of what can I do for the Sekiryuutei?"

Dean shook his head, "Please call me Dean. All I need to know is information about a hunt in RISHIRI-TO and about a rogue magician that goes by the name of Marcellus LeTruce."

The old man put a hand to his smooth chin as he hummed while observing Dean as if he was determining if one was worthy enough. Nodding to himself, Riyoko-san walked to one of his file cabinets to his right, to open one of the store holders by placing a hand over the box. A white light flashed briefly with a strange sigil that that looked like a frog on a lilypad glimmered like an illusion before it vanished with the cabinet opening with a soft click.

From what Dean could inside the enclosure was two folders inside suspicious looking that it was the only two he pulled out like he knew he was coming. He returned to Dean he held the files in his arms as he asked seriously while staring into the younger man eyes, "Are you sure you want to follow these leads? They might end up as smoke or a blind alley."

He tried to sound like they didn't matter but you could tell he was worried for him like the case was too hard for him to handle, Dean humored the old man by stretching out his hand, "I don't think I want them, I know I want them. It'll just be another easy picking with a practical joker wanting attention and a little hunt that any amateur could take on. It would be a practice run for anyone that stayed in this game long enough."

Needless to say, it was a warmup for the adult, when you have enough real life situations you thought would've died but made it out alive; it makes you paranoid to think beyond your next target ten steps while having a backup plan. Although there are some occasions where it was best to back down from harder hunts without aid, many of those with pride like his would run in head first and figure out their next move as they fight their opponent while trying to keep their head on their shoulders.

Dean Winchester is a rare individual when it comes to trying to kill the enemy first. The old man knew this as he shook his head as a sigh came out, "The hunt is natural of the two, it's the man that has me worried. This Marcellus man is not what you think, he's crafty, almost like trying to catch smoke. If you plan on encountering him from what I heard, he likes to use hit and run tactics for anyone too strong for him to handle. His unusual behavior is what got many of those tricked into thinking he's harmless, but he's a man that would use any means necessary to get what he wants. Be also wary of his magic as far as anyone knows it's old and powerful, but untraceable arts like any master con man would love to learn."

As he finished the beneficial report, holding out the folders to Dean with a blank expression on his face, testing the young hunter's spirit on whether he backs out or not. Without any hesitation, Dean took both of them and intriguingly opens the first one. Flipping page to page he stops on a face shot picture of a black man with a huge afro in his early 30's, the man looked at the camera wide-eyed like he was caught in the stoplight. Under the photo there was a description list reading:

Name: Marcellus Felis LeTruce

Background: International Thief, Murderer, Scam Artist. A former scholar of Grauzauberer Magician Association. Dedicated his research on the translation of ancient tablets, archaeologists, decoding several dead duo lingo spells, studying the ancient black arts, works on several projects with the Three Factions.

Description: Able to fluently speak and read any language, quick witted as well as sharp minded individual, able to adapt to any situation or surrounding area. Talented fighter in several hand to hand combat, defensive magic knowledge unparalleled, rarely uses offensive magic, uses illusional images as a first guard.

History: Firstborn of a prestigious noble family blood of the LeTruce. Parents: Lady Michelle LeTruce and Lord Armando Letruce, head scientists of both Mineralogist Department and Division 9: Agricultural and Growth, scholar studies ancient runes, both spouses worked as top researchers in the early stages of combining magic with technology early in their career where they employed at Sparks Indus. For the past decade, later during the decade both married and quit their research to raise their son and on occasions act as advisers on new projects.

Marcellus Felis LeTruce at a young age showed tremendous capability in becoming a protege, traditionally homeschooled and tutored for the past decade by parents until his attendance of Skyward Magician University as he studied as a student for five years and graduated with honors.

During his tour of Norway at an exhibition site that found new found inside the catacombs, killed fellow workers as he tried to steal artifacts as they sought to apprehend with their lives. His family pleads him to turn himself in only backfired as both parents were killed by their son when he returned and murdered them in their sleep.

Marcellus Letruce went into hiding for the past seven years and resurfaced for the first time with a different face and new identity. His lands and ownership of Letruce heritage and legacy were to be inherited by his family as sole heir was to be put on hold and eventually auctioned and sold due to debts and lack of ownership.

Marcellus presently, a small-time thief that rob valuables from unpopulated town local museums and a professional con artist. A wanted fugitive for the murder of Letruce head family and international thievery.

Affirmative Action: Capture on sight, if necessary terminate

Dean nodded as he reviewed the pages while looking at the photograph to remember the particular individual like a detective and asks while looking down, "You mind if I borrow these?" The old man waiting patiently took the files out of Dean's hand annoying him since if what he read is correct then there were new updates that were hard to get on the man and he liked to take notes.

Instead, the 70-year-old man walked behind the hunter to the other side of the room that he clearly overlooked because a printer was sitting in the corner as it blended in with the rest of the chamber. (Mentally he kicks himself for not seeing that earlier) Dean broke his awe as the old man put the papers in the printer and made copies, he came back to Dean with the fakes, the old man looked at Dean and said to him cheeky, "What? Can't an old man go with the new times?"

The Winchester made an 'eh' sound as he shrugged his shoulders, the old man then said very seriously, "Make sure to destroy these after your done with them. I know that some of you like to keep them as trophies, but it would be hard to explain to law enforcement why you have pictures of your most wanted victims in your room."

Old man Riyoko is the informer, and he's been in this for a while now to know that having official documents of a possibly dangerous individual would be a shitstorm and that someone (him) would be in knee deep shit if they had illegal handed out FBI to Secret Service information to strangers.

Dean looked again at both files before he gave a satisfied nod but then he looked back at Riyoko-san and said a little embarrassed, "Do you have folders?"

After receiving the folders Dean was about to leave when the old man called out, "Also before you go, there's also new reports of Fallen Angels observing particular individuals that catch their leader's eye for some time. I suggest you fly below the radar for now since your 'activities' tend to grab the wrong people's attention."

Dean nodded his head in thanks for it wasn't the first time he caught the interest of high individuals, but the Fallen Angel's was new. The old man humored him once one, "Also monsters have been reappearing all over the country for strange reasons, make sure to have protection charms at every entry and exit."

Waving his hand, "Thanks." He was about to walk out the door when he slapped his head for nearly forgetting his other reason for being here. Dean turning around asked the old man who too was about to go to work, "Hey, do you know a chick that's about yay high (he stretched his hand as high as he could) looks like an albino Jennifer Lopez with two huge spider monkeys on her chest and her bottom half that has eight legs, shoots sperm webs, likes to use Sparky, and quite a bit of a feminist?"

(The last one was unneeded, but who knows could be substantial)

Riyoko-San chuckles at the description as he answers, "Aah, La Viuda Narana."

(Told you)

Dean gave a look of disbelief as he thought, 'I may have failed Spanish, but even I know what that means.' As if reading his thoughts the old man could only shrug, "Yes I know, not much match her appearance wise but it does describe her more….unique taste for men."

Dean agreed there was something wrong with that bitch, "Well I'm happy to announce that spider woman is now 6 feet under rocks and toxic waste."

The old man's quirked into a small smile as he said spoke happily, "That great to hear it's one less headache to deal with in this city. Not to be rude but what evidence do you have to support your claim?"

Dean leaned against the door with a smirk as he said, "You know the explosion near the Shonan coast?" The old man asked in a deadpan voice, "Take it that was you?"

The destructive young hunter scratched the back of his head shyly as his answer; the old man sighed as he mumbled under his breath that could still be heard by Dean, "Crazy Dragons, guess the Red Dragon Emperor isn't a name just for show."

The old man appreciatively asks, "Well then that helps us out, so what did you take?" Dean answered as he reached for his waist covered by his black jacket, "A leg." He pushed away the warmer layer to search his small drop pouch that took 5 seconds…..

15 seconds…

One minute…..

Five minutes later…..

His face twisting turning pissed off as he unbuckled his belt to turn the drop pouch inside out to see no holes if it fell out as his gewgaw was supposedly missing. He looked up with an unreadable look as he replayed the last three days in his mind until he remembered one noteworthy night with a feisty pussycat.

"~~Ahhh~~~Dean~~~Nyaa~~~Deeean~~~Nyaaaaa~~Fassster~~~~Ahhhhh~~MEEOOWWWW~~~~~"

At first, he face went to a perverse smile, to disbelief, shock, astonishment, then absolute rage. Dean's eyes turned a bright green glow as the air went from light to so thick that hot steam sizzled from the wall he was next to, as the air reeked of rotten eggs or sulfur.

In his fit of rage he clenched the belt so hard that you could hear the tightness rub against his skin, then he yelled in a powerful voice that shook like an earthquake, "SON OF A BITCH!"

The old man sweated a little as he waved his hands at the enraged dragon, "Dean-san calm down, you don't have let this minor problem get you worked up to where there are bigger tasks at hand. Think about the why's later, just focus on the now. Breath Dean, breath. A man never loses himself to temper if he wants his enemies to gain an advantage over his clouded judgment." After a few struggling intakes the green light from his eyes returned to their original light green color, the air returned to its usual dusty musk smell.

The old man mumbled under his breath as the hunter cooled down his head, "This is why I don't work with dragons." Dean calmed, at last, looking back to the owner with a frustrated look, "I'm sorry about that, it's just…" He gestured at the vacant belt.

The old man nodded his head in understanding, "It's alright, but since we don't the evidence to claim your kill off the spider, I'll just have to take you word for it. I'll send out a few investigators to be sure the humans don't happen to stumble across the body."

Dean was grateful that at least someone was to believe him on something, but it didn't settle with him that it was unjustifiable for him to claim things without evidence, then there was another part of him that cried on the inside 'What about the reward?!'

Instead, Dean just said, "Well thanks for trusting me in at least something, not much of that going around unless it deals in blackmailing scheming bastards that only want to use my power as a tool. Too bad I got the short end of that stick."

The elder looked at Dean sadly as he also nodded his head with an understanding of how precious it means to him trust someone without any ulterior motives that want him as a pawn in their stupid games. Not everyone has great intentions and when the power comes into play, it's the greedy ones that seek to use as much of it as they could causing as much chaos. Thankfully Dean wasn't an idiot to deal with creatures that promise his great dreams and authority that would make his life much easier, but he wasn't going to play the fool, it happened once, and it won't happen again. They try again and again to bargain with him; then they would try uncivilized methods that, wasn't the smart thing to do with a pissed off dragon. Having one of the Heavenly Dragons was an advantage to have over your enemy and strike fear into any of faction that comes on your bad side both publicly and politically, but Dean's never been one for politics.

For now, the old man spoke to Dean knowing the burden of never to be able to have a peaceful life, "Well you are right about not much trust is going around to the appreciated. But at one point you have to start trusting one person, and if you can do that then it's a start." Dean smiled softly as he wholeheartedly agreed with him, but it would take time for something like that to happen.

He gained a curious look as the elder took a small rainbow bag out his kimbo sleeve and tossed the bright thing to Dean. He caught the bag with his free hand to gaze on five different colored finger traps in a package; Dean looked back at the old man bewildered with the untold question. The old man's mischievous smirk came back as he said, "What? You don't think you're the only one with keen senses?"

The mysterious undertone of his voice was an ominous enough as his eyes for a fraction of a second turned a very deep but barely noticeable glassy yellow; he turned back around focusing on his desk going back to work.

Dean shocked by the small hint the man gave to his 'other self' but he took his cue and left the building as the teenager up front still crying not at all aware of the situation in back, spoke in his same pitiful voice, "Don't forget to come rrrrribbity back to visit the store of wonders (Sobs uncontrollably)."

Dean looks back even when his mind told him not to, seeing the poor pitiful lad in his despicable green frog suit crying out a flood of tears, with a sympathetic gaze he left the shop.

After a few blocks around the corner of an alleyway, he looked around to see if anyone was following or watching, after seeing to coast was clear he bowed his head down with closed eyes as if in prayer. The figure of 'Dean' flickered like a static channel as the whole body of 'Dean' blinked away to reveal a smaller teenager with brown hair wearing the same clothes. Issei sighed as he stretched his muscles to hear them pop releasing the tension that built up in them during the past hour of his disguise.

A bright flash surrounded his left hand as the familiar green gem appeared as the voice of the Issei's attendant spoke [Issei…]

The teenager sighed loudly as he responded dishearted, "...I know."

The both went quiet then Ddraig broke the ice as he said plainly [We've Been Had]

Issei annoyingly nodded his head, taking a deep breath in and this time yelled in a standard but apparently mad voice, "SONUVABITCH!" The bird flew startled, people on the sidewalks stopped to look around confused, and the dogs howled at that moment.

(Back to the present)

Issei sighed again which he seems to be doing a lot recently as he rubbed his fingers through his new haircut in a frustrated way. Since his last style was ruined and smelled like burnt plastic, he had to change it with his old pastime look, a short fade but with a spiky frow that left a few random front hairline poking in a few direction, like he uses his fingers to comb the hair up then try to flatten it out.

Issei rummaged his pockets on his jacket looking for something when a mighty familiar voice rang through his head [Issei About What Happened After The Hunt..]

Issei was not expecting the big guy to be talking so soon but it wasn't unexpected since it was a serious issue could only nod his head wearily, 'I know.'

The dragon took a cautious tone as if carefully picking the right words to say and not escalate this into another disputation

[I Understand Your Situation Is Rather Delicate, To Be Always Watching Every Corner, To Be Wary Of Every Person You Come In Contact With, Hell Even Looking Over Your Shoulder To Check Nothing Bad Is Going To Happening. But That's What Making You Reckless When You're Accepting The Fact That One Day All Your Paranoia Will Pressure You Into The Breaking Point, Making Decisions That Only Guarantee The Slimmest Chance Of Success Of Your Survival...Not That I'm Saying You Make Those Choices All The Time, But….You Risk Your Life Daily, Occasionally Flaunting It To Your Enemies And Also Sometimes Underestimating Them. Like Exactly What Happened That Night.

Kid, I Don't Want You Ending Up Dead Because Of Your Suicidal Tendencies When You Wanted To Do It Alone Or Try Careless Planning.

Remember One Thing From Your Past: You Literally Have Been Through Hell And Came Out On The Other Side, You Don't Instantly Become A Great Man By Walking Through That Fire Or Fighting A Battlefield Of Forgotten Monsters That We Wished Stayed Dead.

Great Men Only Are Great When They Have Someone To Go The Ends Of The Earth And Fight The Bloodiest Battles For. Not Just To Prove Something To Others, You Have Already Proven To Yourself.

You Have Something Else To Fight For And Someone To Live By, Whether You Realize That Or Not, You Have Something We All Desire But You...A Human Possess That We The Older And Most Powerful Beings Hope For: A Second Chance To Not Make The Same Mistakes And To Find A New Way Of Life.

Right Now, You're Doing The Same Thing You've Done In Your Past Life, But I Think That This Time Why It's So Hard For You To Overcome Your Challenges Is Because Your Brother Isn't Here To Show Your New Faults And That's What Making You So Impulsive To Danger. Issei I know That It Might Be Hard For You To Do, But For The Sake Of A Better Future, Just Try….Try To Live For Yourself]

Issei's eyes closed softly as the dragon counseled him for his unorthodoxy methods of not being careful, going in head first for almost every situation, and mostly being a lone wolf, no help as of lately. His planning usually is him taking a first approach to his enemies to see if the man or creature is weak enough to finish off without dancing around doing extra work that the enemy could take enough time to plan further ahead of him. It never ends well from the ones that escaped him, as for Issei is also gets his in some way for scarring to remind him that he is indeed not invincible. But the way he looks at the scars reminds him that he still can feel pain and that pain tells him that he can…...Issei stops there; he wouldn't get into depressing thoughts, now he is to look insightfully at his friend…..yes that's right, friends words.

For all the times Ddraig watched out for him and guided the knucklehead through his darkest hours he deserves that much since he stuck with him at the beginning of this crazy rollercoaster. The big guy is one of the closest people he could ever have the pleasure of meeting, better even, to be stuck with.

The tension that had unknowingly been on Issei's mind left him like he cleared an unwanting headache. Then he opened his eyes just as the plane began moving on the runway faster and faster until the aircraft slightly shook as it drifted into the air, all the while Issei remained silent mentally and vocally til the light 'Pinged' overhead indicating that it was safe to take out electronic devices.

Issei let his hands resume back to roaming his pockets as he sincerely thought, 'Thank you Ddraig, I know at times it's frustrating to put up with me (Ddraig huffed humorously) but...' Issei smiles graciously, 'You were so patient with me, every time I said things to you that made me look like a shithead and total prick.' Issei then added somberly as his face fell showing the guilt that's been eating away at him from the inside. 'Then, when the stupid finally caught up to me, you still pushed me up on my feet when my legs stopped working.' Issei's eyes stared blankly lost in his distant memory, 'Then when shit couldn't have gotten worse, it did.' A brief flash of an unpleasant memory forced its way into his head as the pain he once felt came back to him was enough for him to break out in cold sweat pulling him back into its despair.

He snapped out his traumatic thoughts when he felt a twig of pain in his head like a little migraine growing in the back of his head and like it first came it went. Issei blinked and smiled in the inside, 'Thanks again.'

The dragon growled [Don't Mention It]

Back to his line of thoughts Issei with less atrocious feelings, he spoke earnestly to Ddraig, 'Out partnership is what kept me alive until now from all the dumb ideas I've had. It's also one that let me see thing differently that not everything is out to get me. I….I haven't asked this since we met but after a while, I think now is a good time to ask.'

Ddraig grinned in his head like a maniac [You're Not Going To Propose To Me Are You?]

Stopping himself, he reviewed his words as it did indeed sound like a marriage proposal. Chuckling a little brightening up his mood, 'Bitch.'

Ddraig retorted [Ass]

The atmosphere between the two dwindled to a relax setting giving Issei the push he needs to say to his dragon in the arm (Pun), to set aside his pride and start right now a real partnership, a true friendship should have begun to open with, 'Will you help me?'

Short and straightforward words, a complex question to a complete stranger since it's such a vague thing to say, it could mean many things like now or later. But to the Red Dragon, he got the underlining message Issei wanted to say but didn't have enough practice to ask, 'Will you be my friend?'

Issei could tell Ddraig got the message since they both synchronized down to the very strings of his DNA, hiding things from Ddraig was impossible when the second soul can tell by body language alone, and he resided in his being! So even if he lied, Ddraig could just see the truth by merely feeling what's wrong.

Right now Ddraig imaginarily tilted his head to the left and a face that could've been read as 'Do you even have to ask?' face, the dragon's famous cocky ass grin returned as he answered his host with complete honesty and confidentiality [Always]

All the stress built up inside Issei lifted and fled his body like a demon being exercised. A smile touched his face from Ddraig assuring tone; it was times like these that Issei knew were life special because you knew that hard times were coming and that you just met a person you could significantly rely on. No matter the cause a friend would help support even if it meant for him to be damned, although a real friend would keep his from damnation.

As Issei resumed his pocketing Ddraig gave him another word of wisdom [And Remember, War Isn't Around Every Corner]

Issei went along with it, but it would take some time to adjust like always since his whole life before had been nothing but war, 'Of course…..Oh, there it is.'

Issei reached inside his jacket to pull out a black iPod with black earbuds wrapped around. Until this day Issei never got over the fact that he can't listen to music while driving, is like how can he breathe without lungs? The dragon's host had to revert (Degrade) himself by getting himself one of the younger generations entertainment gadgets that he reluctantly received from his parents on his birthday that he would rather be caught dead with if he was his old self.

Nothing special about the iPod other than it's black along with the earbuds as he so badly to at least wanted some headphones but couldn't take the along. He either wanted to put it in his bag or carry it around his neck and Issei has standards by not being flashy to wear headphones around his neck like some DJ, he likes being stellar from just being him. (A badass!)

His fingers stopped as the voice of Ddraig interrupted his show tunes [You Know The Old Man Was Right About One Thing: You Have To Start Trusting Someone Soon]

Issei returned to his eyebrow stature, 'I already trust you.'

Ddraig shrugged his shoulders in a 'more or less' manner.

[To An Extent, Plus I Don't Technically Count As A 'Real Person' Since I Am Apart Of You, But You Know Who To Start Trusting First When You Get Back]

When it came down to it, all was needed to be said was baby steps, a long course of counseling but someday he'll find it in him to tell others what he's been, though. The black iPod blinked to life as one of his songs he had on hold resumed.

~~Shook Me All Night Long~~

*Click*

Issei skipped that one, for now, feeling a little bit angry as he remembered that particular meeting that could've gone his way [You Can't Keep A Grudge Against Her Forever]

(You should say that to Albion)

Issei let out a frustrated sigh as whined inside like a child, 'But all that hard word for nothing, just to be stolen by a sneaky…..Cat!'

Ddraig reminded him of one important reason why he should let it go, and it would work [Well, She Did Give You Her Virginity]

Nobody can stay mad at the first the gave their first time to, Issei tapped his chin thoughtfully and said submissively, 'Fairtrade.' After all let this be a reminder of not keeping valuable piece laying on the ground as you make sweet love out of arm's length.

Inside his mindscape Ddraig yawned as he finished his chat with Issei [Well It's Been Fine And Dandy But It's Lights Out For Me. Remember To Close The Blinds, So You Don't Think We're Crashing And Start Pandamonia. Don't Want To Get Arrested Now Do We?]

The ancient dragon teased the teenager as his host unconsciously shut the window blind a little irritated for giving him a phobia on something that could happen.

Ddraig then commented to his partner a little sternly [Also Know This Partner, You Don't Hunt Monsters]

Issei's bewildered look covered his actual face as he replied mockingly at the misplaced dragon, 'Wow Ddraig, I didn't think you'd be turning senile because that's exactly what I do.' Ddraig shook his head as if to say 'what an idiot' as he said sagely [No You Dolt, You Fight Bad Guys]

The silence that followed left the young hunter stunned as he reviewed over what Ddraig thought of him as sure to many he was a hero that killed monsters, and he wouldn't attack innocent ones. Sure he was weary of those that could mean harm and he would outright threaten them if necessary but over the year with the presence of the Heavenly Dragon he calmed down by the time they 'bonded' on his exploits, while he lost himself in the mission with one goal in mind to do whatever the cost.

That's why he always prefer to work alone so that he doesn't get attached to people. If he can't know the person for long to start liking them, then he can just move on and forget them eventually. It won't hurt when something bad happens to them, even now he tries to separate himself from others but not intentionally, it's all comes down to how his old life treated him from all the time they spent on the road never settling down.

In the end, all else doesn't matter except for family. But this time, maybe….Just maybe he can go with friends to start his new path in life...Baby steps after all. Now it's only the question of who would be friends with. (Man he starting to sound like E.T. 'Friend?')

Issei skipped randomly on his iPod and found the perfect song for this ride.

~~Drums~~~Slow Ride~~~

(Slow Ride: Foghat)

'Well might as well start here.'

He closed his eyes and planned on resting the entire way there that was until the plane shook slightly a little that made him want to scream but held it in.

Those sitting around the teenager that could see his face contorted in a sick/hateful look every time the plane shook gave him a look of pity thinking that it was the boys first time flying.

(3 painful hours later)

The plane shook once more, and Issei was on the verge of getting arrested by the air marshal by looking like he was going to cause mass hysteria. The lights overhead turned on while the Captain's voice told them they would be arriving in 10 minutes to Issei's relief as he slowly removed (peeled) his fingers off the armrest, taking deep, shallow breaths and releasing it with joy that he doesn't have to stay in this flying death machine for long, 'Home Sweet Home.'

(Sweet Home Alabama: Lynyrd Skynyrd)

It is complete! I'm terribly sorry for the wait for so long. The fates have yet decided what to do with the chapter so I had to start off with ties with important figures then go into the actual main plots.

This only is to focus on Issei and his relationship with his Dragon companion, for the audience to know what kind of bonding these two have as for Issei who is still cautious about the things that want to eat your soul. More chapters on ahead I should get to it since Thanksgiving is over and now it's going to be on more skips but it will still be focused on main points of the Arc. Some funny scenes here and there but I can't beat around the bush if I want to envision this story having at least a good write up.

So then give me reviews about this and again sorry for the ait the next one will be soon as I already have it written down on my Sticky Pads.

So Until next time on next Digimon…. Whoops wrong story,

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