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Chapter 2: Mistakes were Made

This wasn't going to be an easy morning.

Yawning tiredly, I managed to pick myself off the bed, surprisingly avoiding once more getting ensnared by the alluring craving for more sleep.

Dohnaseek's words about my coils echoed in my brain, pointing out how I was still fairly new with the whole Magic sthick. My entire body was still recovering from the straining encounter of the previous night and I would be lying in saying I didn't have a certain inner whining about more sleep.

If it hadn't been that I did have something important today, I would have considered the notion, weighting if skipping a day would or not spark the suspicions of Rias.

Sure, I knew that Sona was too much busy with her own problems regarding the school and her situation in Hell, but the Gremory was the one that keeps an eye open for any possible threat in their fiefs.

While I was still a noob, I was a Magician in the making in everyone's book. The Silver Lining was a good proof that I knew few things about the basics, being able to turn a 'Containment Spell' from the Japanese Spellcraft in something useful for the predicament I had to deal the day before.

The death of the Fallen Angel was going to have the dual effect of bringing more attention to the presence of curious individuals near the school and making Raynare a little nervous over the current pace of their operations.

If I played my cards well, I could easily catch Asia before she can even consider approaching the rebelling Fallen Angels and gaining an ally in the process, which I would more than happily assign to live at the Hyoudou residence.

Why that place and not my home? The first reason was that my new parents were no-nonsense kind of people and would turn down politely any offer of housing the nun; the second reason was that I would then gain some respect from Issei, the boy understanding that I was putting some trust about his capacity to not cause any perverted act around the naive girl.

While I was perfectly sure that he would eventually end up doing some unconscious lecherous acts, those were partly-acceptable as… they weren't planned.

Plus if the situation evolved accordingly to Canon, Asia would manage to mitigate the perverted nature of Issei… which was a good thing for him and my plan.

Standing up from the bed, I glanced at my PC and smiled as I remembered the little idea I had about keeping 'suspicious' books in my room.

Two weeks of afternoons spent writing down the content of the books in some documents within the computer, taking photos of all the signs that couldn't be reproduced with the keyboard, I had two whole books regarding Japanese Spellcraft and basic healing techniques saved in a safe folder hidden by two passwords.

A very complex scheme that became a necessity with the possibility of being eventually tailed around by people or getting my room violated by unwanted intruders.

Speaking of 'people', before going to catch some rest I did spend some time browsing around in search of a very important contact's details.

With the plans of Kokabiel entering in motion in mere months, it became a must to inform Azazel of what was going to happen Kuoh Town. The man might have some limited interest in Issei, but I was fairly unsure if said interest did span to a level of keeping the brunet under constant surveillance, excluding Raynare's missed duty.

It was a long guess, but if I managed to pass on him the memo that someone was planning to start another Great War while also trying to cause problems within Grigori and gave him some proof of these possibilities, I could easily get some indirect help from him.

Setting up an untraceable post within my PC was something that drained even more of my free time but also part of my available funds, either from pocket money or small rewards from odd jobs around the city.

It was enough to get me to send a lengthy message to the Governor-General, a message that contained pictures with dates and the place where these were taken, and peculiar bank transactions visible that were gained by browsing within some Grigori-owned branches without being spotted by the efficient security system enforced by the former Fifth-Heaven-led organization.

As I finished putting on my school uniform, I noticed that my right hand, the one that had absorbed the 'Heavenly Energy' from Dohnaseek's final Light Spear, was still suffering some irritation from the minor adjustment to the coils contained within it.

Creating a separate section of my Magical Core meant to be used to accumulate holy energy was a blunder I conceptualized from some theories alluded within the Healing Book I had yet to finish to study about.

A Magical Core was something unique that was present within all living beings, the main reactor for everyone's life but only a minor percentage of people could really tap into it and do spells.

Its general purpose was to sustain only a single type of energy, rarely two if the being was something close or a hybrid, most of the cases being Fallen Angels that were born by pure Fallen Angels and humans.

Since my body couldn't hope to survive a sudden injection of holy energy with my 'Mundane' type, I decided to try and test if the Mithridates' method could be used in this specific situation.

Mithridatism was usually applied about building some immunity to poison by ingesting a small and gradual quantity of non-lethal poison. In this predicament of mine, by slowly filtering the Holy energy within my core without causing any major issues with my current biology.

Some sickness was expected, some minor aching and a partial sensation that was akin to drugs' withdrawal were partly possible, but the worst, which was a complete rejection of the new energy, was nigh-impossible to happen as I wasn't a Devil.

A Devil was incredibly weak against Holy energy which made 'energy transfusion' of said type of energy within a Devil's body a known failure and death of the subject.

Putting on some bandages over the hand, I decided to also wear a glove with some minor runes that hid the energy pattern contained within it, keeping an extra layer of disguise from any Devil specialized in energy-detection.

It wasn't much, but I was going to have an easier time at school today.

Walking downstairs, I was greeted by a steamy plate of bacon and scrambled eggs and a small paper sitting right beside the food on the table.

I blinked, curiosity deciding to peek out as I started to read quietly the content of the small thing.
We will be working overtime and will be home later than usual.

Simple, curt and very positive. This message did offer some more opportunity to further study and expand from the books available and see if I could get some more texts I could learn from.

With general happiness plastered in my face, I walked out of my house with a satisfied belly and an intriguing possibility to deal after a normal day at school.

I yawned, my attention keeping fixed on the teacher as I continued to half-listen to today's lesson about Japanese literature.

I admit I didn't expect the subject to hold this level of difficulty, with its deep poetry and narration of the various periods, detailing the Shoguns and the Daimyos. Still, it wasn't worse by any mean to European literature, managing to get close but also… not close enough to make my head hurts every single lesson.

Part of my focus was also split between looking at Akeno and Rias, both girls being in the same class as I was, the two girls were the favorites of the school by both teachers and students.

Beautiful, smart and morally graceful. Those two were quite the grand rewards for many young men, respectfully holding a similar kind of appeal that made them popular while also lovable.

A position that many women would envy but was actually praised and quickly accepted by all girls, which showed that their reputation was way above than the kind that air-headed divas would have in a normal school-centered scenario.

I continued to keep a good composure for the rest of the hour, quickly walking out of the classroom the moment the teacher confirmed the end of the class and allowed the students to leave the room.

A minor pause of ten minutes would ensue, brief but good enough to approach Issei and give him some more details about our future little chat.

Finding the brunet turned out to be quite simple as the boy was usually wandering around the entrance of his classroom during the pauses and, a few moments later, I was patting his shoulder with a small smile much to his panic and surprise.

A little yelp left his mouth but he stopped himself from letting out anything remotely girly the moment his eyes noticed my figure and recognized me. "O-Oh, Hoitsu-senpai."

"Good morning, Ise-kohai. Might I remind you about our discussion about Drag So-Ball?"

He blinked in confusion, then a flash of recognition washed on his face. "R-Right, almost forgot about it… it should be in-"

"The thirty-minutes pause after our third lesson. We shall catch up on the roof to discuss the latest episode."

His eyes glowed a little as I knew he was a fan of the Dragon Ball's rip-off. "You mean the Super Dragon 3 transformation and Satoru going against Mango Belus? That was-"

"Incredible, I know!" I smiled widely as I did catch some glimpses of the episode as…
I missed watching Dragon Ball and what was available in this dimension did make a good figure compared to the legendary anime.

"Still I wonder, what do you think of the let-down of Sora? He managed to beat Terminator X and seemed to be ready to become the new protagonist-"

"But they make him go out so easily..." The new Devil replied with a gloomy face, showing annoyance about the producers' decision. "It's kind of sad but I guess Satoru is kind of more popular, it wouldn't have done him justice if he lost his importance."

"I guess you are right." I nodded in agreement, finding the parallelism between Gohan and Sora quite... identical in certain points. "Then I suppose we can continue later- and remember to not do anything 'weird' in the meantime. I would hate to have to pick you up and personally have you sent to deal with a teacher's lecture."

Issei bowed his head in embarrassment, yet his eyes hardly kept still while he spoke. "I-I will make sure to not cause trouble, senpai."

I patted his shoulder once, sporting a small smile... "Good! Then we will see each other later, kohai."
Turning around, I started to walk away from the boy, ignoring the mutterings of some students at the fact I did speak with a junior student. I was part of the Student Council and it had to be quite confusing to see me talk so calmly with a member of the Perverted Trio, no shades being thrown and all.

I guess I could have approached him in another way, but the rumors were hardly going to escalate without any further situation that might spark some unpleasant theories.

With a small sigh, I returned back to class and continued with today's lessons, ready to deal with two sessions of Math and one of Biology.

Three hours later and I found myself limping on my way to reach the roof.

The expected symptoms were starting to show in the form of severe pain going through my left leg and some minor itching by the chest's area.

I also felt feverish but still capable of formulating some logical thoughts and, after informing Sona herself that I wouldn't be able to participate the council session because of health problems, I decided to make my chat with Issei the last thing to do at school today, taking an early leave to return back home.

I completely miscalculated the time it would take for me to recover and only the Gods know how much I would have to rest before being able to experiment around with my magic.

At least I wasn't going to die, I mused darkly as I finally reached for the handle that led outside to the roof.

As the sudden light from the sun started to dim a little and my eyes slowly adjusted to it, I found myself staring at two individuals rather than the one I was expecting. Issei looked partly guilty as he shifted nervously from a seat quite distant from the smiling blond that was Kiba Yuuto standing near the only entrance to this place.

"Sakakibara-senpai, I'm sorry if I'm intruding but-" He turned to the nervous-looking brunet with a small smile. "Issei-kun told me that you were going to discuss Drag So-Ball and I am kind of… a fan of it." He winked my way and I restrained myself from sighing at the pretty boy's fake attempt to infiltrate the discussion.

I should have considered the fact both King and Queen of the Gremory's peerage would have avoided giving up some hints to any actions directed at me, maybe they knew that I was spotted leaving with Issei for the park when they 'rescued' him yesterday.

But still, the lack of a direct and more invasive confrontation from the redhead confirmed that Issei did keep his mouth shut about my role in killing Dohnaseek. That also meant I could give some respect to the usually pervy boy for not letting that secret go by a possible boob attack.

"Sure." I smiled widely, deciding to hide my minor annoyance as I knew what was happening anytime soon now. "Then I guess we should begin."

The two boys nodded, Kiba smiled happily while the other teen seemed to have taken a bite out of some lemon from how annoyed he looked. Such was the terrible thing known as 'aggressive intrusion'.

But I guess I have to explain why I had to go along with this ploy and not call out the pretty boy out of his silly act.

If I did urge him to leave, either diplomatically or violently, this action would be taken as evidence for further investigation and, frankly speaking, I did want to deal with Rias anytime soon. Especially without some power to protect me from an eventual 'unkind' reaction from hers.

So the discussion did happen, but it was only about the anime which only Issei and I knew about. Kiba didn't try to hide his lack of familiarity with the show, but he still tried to downplay it as some mere forgetfulness, a lie that was easily caught by both the brunet and me.

It was an odd situation that continued for about two more hours. My health deteriorated a little more but nothing alarming yet and, seeing that it was starting to get dark, I decided to conclude this chat with a few words for the poor Devil.

"Ise-kohai, I almost forgot. Can I ask you a favor?" I quietly asked.

The boy blinked and nodded, the blonde looking curious. "Sure, what do you need, senpai?"

"Tomorrow I might have to skip school," I said with a pained smile, my face has to be quite pale by now. "You see, yesterday I got a deep cut while preparing dinner and the medicines I had to use aren't particularly sitting well with my body. If it's not asking too much, could you make an effort to get a copy of the homework of tomorrow from Tsubaki-san-"

He tensed at hearing the stern woman but I was quick to assure his safety. "I- I will call her to tell about the situation. I-If you avoid any issues tomorrow she will be less prone to lecture you and get you some detention."

The teen nodded slowly and accepted the request. "I will do what I can, senpai."

"G-Good." I nodded too, my lips twitching in a brief situation of shivers. "Then I-I can give you my address so you can pass around tomorrow."

I took a small piece of paper and wrote down the address to my house, the boy nodding while storing it in one of his pockets. "Understood."

"T-Then I go as I think I will need some p-power nap after this little situation."

As I went towards the door, I saw Kiba walking by. "Do you need some help, senpai? You do seem quite…"

"I-I can hold until back home, Kiba-san." I nodded thankful at him, while I tried to dodge the little bullet there. "A-Also I don't want to get some r-rumors going about our current situation here."
He blinked innocently. "What rumors, senpai?"

I looked back at Issei and the brunet didn't deign to look back much to my disappointment. "S-Something about your romantic inclinations. Don't wish for the rumor mill to hit us about that."
"That sounds completely silly, senpai. No one would-"

"Did y-you know that girls are shipping you with Issei?" His confusion turned in dread. "I hope you will make sure to clarify the s-situation or the rumors will only end up getting w-worse."
He nodded and I was granted the chance of leaving that place of dread behind as I ventured out of the school and towards home.

Reaching the modest-looking house, I sighed as I let my body hit the couch, the coziness almost taking my consciousness out as I tried to deal with the growing aches of the process, my stomach starting to softly groan at the terrible suffering it was subjected.

For the interest of everyone, I decided to avoid eating anything at lunch, knowing that it was now a matter of time before I would have to go to the bathroom and throw up what was left of my breakfast.
A pity that I couldn't do anything with the extra hours of being alone but dealing with the regret coming from the results of my poorly-made choices.

I was about to close my eyes and let my sore brain drift away from that reality of pain when I heard a familiar and unholy sound reach out for me.

Ding Dong~

God-frigging-dangit!

I groaned on my pillow before slowly pulling myself out of that delightful place of comfort and back to the ever-aching situation of walking around. It was my sheer determination that got me towards the door and as I slowly opened it to see who was daring to disturb me in my moment of sorrow, my eyes were greeted back by a pair of golden ones. Then I stared up and I saw silver-hair and…

Why was Koneko here?

She had some books in her hands, grasping them softly as she looked a little bit nervous through her 'blank' mask. "I'm sorry if I'm here without notice… but I need your help, senpai."

… "W-What?"

"I… I have a Math exam tomorrow and Issei-san said that you were good at it. C-Can you help me with that?"

I knew that her tone was as fake as her current attempt of pulling a nervous expression, her act another attempt to investigate my presence at the park the night before and, as much as I wanted to kick her out for the sake I was in a world of pain already as I was now, I… decided to let her in.

"S-Sure."

She nodded and walked inside, eyes scanning inquisitively before settling to the living room table and placing the books there. The girl looked back, a patient glance while I slowly made my way towards the chair the opposite she was currently sitting on and I prepared myself to deal with possibly the last issue of today.

Gods, I hope I am not going to need to throw up to the bathroom now with a cute but dangerous character in my house.

AN

First chibi is in and… Koneko is going to be kind of fun to 'write' next time.

The sweet-toothed Nekomata will have her main mission to find any evidence of our MC being implicated with the debacle of the day before… but will end up with something else. No, I don't plan to make something 'that' disgusting regarding the last bit of the chapter. I am not that cruel towards lil' chibis.

Also another thing, I might add 'one' big-boobed character to go after our MC, but it will happen much, much after, when there will be 'a reason' for the two to meet.

EDIT: Another chapter fully-corrected!

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Reader0007: The character I planned for is partly 'Harem-stolen' but she has little connection with Ise if not for a minor but important reason so… yeah.