Chapter 1: Raynare and Makoto
Issei the oppai-lover pervert of the infamous perverted trio was never more afraid of woman at this moment. As standing in front of him was a raven haired teenage girl with purple eyes. Attractive? Yes. Nice oppai? Yes. Asking him out on a date? As much as it was hard to believe but it was most definitely what concerned him the most were the large bold words floating right above him.
Yuuma Amano AKA Raynare
Fallen Angel Assassin
Fallen. Angel. Assassin. He at the moment did not question why the headings even existed but what it said. If it were true then he was a dead man walking...or an exceedingly dangerous supernatural being had the hots for him.
'oh crap crap crap crap crap' the teened panicked on the inside, 'what the hell do i do!?'
He couldn't simply run. She obviously knew who he was and his bridge in his home town of Kuoh was notorious for being far too long a stretch between both sides of the road and he and her were both in the smack dab middle.
"Issei-kun?" she asked with a tilt of her head, eyes like that of teary puppy.
The effect was instant, unable to resist a warm bubbly feeling now washing over him, only barely noticing that an icon comprised of a colon and the number three popped into existence right above his head as did a semi-transparent screen that floated before him.
Kawaii
you have been affected by cuteness. your intelligence and willpower has reduced!
As much as Issei wanted to control himself, even his thoughts were muddled, 'so thats it...hehehe…..'
Somewhat in a daze Issei nodded subconsciously, only to snap out of it as Yuuma squealed in delight.
"really!?" she shouted, "you mean it!?"
Issei fumbled, "I..I-"
The fallen angel rushed towards him and embraced the teen in a bone crushing hug before skipping away, not knowing that her inhuman strength had damaged his frail slacker build. As he laid on the ground groaning, Issei looked up and saw yet another icon that appeared and disappeared as quickly as it came.
5
Five as in Issei had just taken five damage.
"great." he grumbled, "just great."
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Dinner at the Hyoudou household was a busy but never messy affair. Issei's mother and father ate food quickly and precisely like well-oiled eating machines and Issei was no different. Food was good, great even since his mother had a very good career as chef before becoming a full-time housewife but everyone at the table just had an instinct to eat mechanically.
But tonight the sole son of hers was eating far slower than normal, swirling the plate of spaghetti in a circle before after a few minutes finally began to speak.
"Mom" he started, "Dad. I got a date."
Utensils dropped to the floor with a loud CLACK! The elder Hyodous meanwhile gaped like fish as they stared at their son with wide eyes.
"WHAT!?"
"A-a girl came up to me and asked me out." he admitted, "and I-I said yes."
"WHO!?"
"IS SHE PRETTY!?"
"WHY!?"
Frightened, he began to stammer, "Y-Yuuma Amano. Yes she's C-cute, I-I d-don't know why."
The two stared at him like they were gazing into his soul before they began to cry.
"Its a miracle!" mother tearfully explained.
Father embraced her while weeping with joy, "He is finally starting to learn how to not be a waste of skin."
"oi." their son protested.
Not even noticing it, his mother began to full on wail, "I can finally say that he isn't a pathetic parasite upon society!"
"OI!"
"Better yet we can finally get him back on track on being a man!"
"I am fine!"
"Nonsense!" Father snapped back, "We can get you ready but you will have to something on your one time!"
The youngest Hyoudou raised an eyebrow, "and that is?"
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The gym that his father recommended turned out to be nestled in a remote strip mall on the far side of Kuoh City. In all honesty it stood out amongst the cheap-ass apartments and less than clean local businesses. Emblazoned upon a neon sign were the words: Nanaya Dojo.
New Location! Nanaya Dojo - a small gym that teaches martial arts
Swiping the screen away, Issei opened the door to find it the front desk vacant.
"Excuse me. Hello?" he asked out loud.
His question was soon answered by the rhythmic thud and thump sounds emanating from behind the wall behind reception.
As he looked, he saw a lady boxer pounding away at an unlucky sandbag. A chestnut brunette with combed shorthair rather than his wild spiky dark brown style, with a thin build that possessed enough muscle to indicated that she trained and trained hard.
Issei stood and gaped as the powerful figure clad in orange boxing gear darted in and around the sandbag, landing flurries of precise combos dozens upon dozens of times. She danced with a power to her that entranced him where not even her nice round oppai could dissuade him. It was at this moment that he could only say one word about the grace she flaunted:
"Beautiful."
With that comment the fighter sent a haymaker that sent the sandbag off and out its frame before landing a few feet to away. Barely sweating and taking little time to catch her breath she turned and looked at the teen with orange-brown eyes.
"The name's Makoto." she introduced herself, hand out, "Makoto Nanaya."
"Issei Hyoudou." he shook, "Is your father here? I wanted to sign up for lessons."
"Nope! The Nanaya dojo is all me!" she smiled with a thumb pointed right at herself.
"Really?"
"Yup! I run and teach it all by myself!"
"How many?"
She visibly deflated, "well...not that many. Just enough to squeak by" Then she perked up again, "but it's growing pretty fast!"
An awkward silence as she stared at Issei with a smile.
"So?" Issei broke the silence.
Makoto tipped her head, "so what?"
"Am I in."
"Oh! Right!"
She quickly went to the front desk and pulled out a clipboard, "sign here and here!"
And just as prompt Issei signed and to his surprise found the clipboard thrown out of his hand as Makoto started to grin.
"Alright!" she punched her palm, "Lets start with me beating the shit out of you!"
"B-but I thought the first lesson with a trainer was always a spar!"
"Baka" she smiled/growled a sharp toothed grin, "this ain't a manga! Now start regret signing the waiver form!"
"Wait! Wai-"
Her fist was already cocked back
"TOO SLOW!"
The first lesson started with the painful screams of a crying little boy who was now sprawled on the ground.
"COME ON! UP N' AT 'EM!" she shouted, hopping like the boxer she was.
"ugh…." Issei groaned, "fine! how about I-"
"TOO SLOW!"
Makoto by then had sent Issei to the ground.
Wiping the dirt off his chin, the teen finally narrowed his eyes and began to tense.
"Alright!" he shouted, "you asked for it!"
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A week of hard, grueling lessons had taken its toll on Issei. The fruits of his labor were somewhat there since he learned quickly like his life had depended upon it. Legally he could not say that it did. Sighing he looked at was apparently his character sheet floating in midair as he waited for her at the very same bridge.
Issei Hyoudou
Lvl 1 Human Beginner Boxer
Strength -C
Perception - C
Endurance - B
Charisma - D
Intelligence - C
Agility - C
Looks - D
Nanaya Style: Snap Fist - a sudden and powerful jab.
Beginner was right; while part of it was impress Yuuma, the larger half was more around trying to give him some percentage of a fighting chance no matter how little when things went south. Over the course of his short training he learned proper stance and technique as well as a few combos for 'a little go' as Makoto put it.
He suddenly jabbed forward with his fist, an audible snapping sound coming from the sudden jerk of his arm joints. It was called the Snap Fist and it was a high powered and sudden punch. Issei's teacher performed it in front of him and he spent the last half of the week learning it. But what troubled him was why the attack came with a yellow aura? Why was it that after finally getting the hang of the technique with the associated 'New Skill Learned: Snap Fist' screen did his fists glowed and blurred with golden light? No martial arts technique in real life should have special effects added to them but his definitely did.
"Issei-kun!"
His thoughts were interrupted by Yuuma approaching in the distance; liker her he was dressed for the occasion.
A grey muscle shirt, black vest, and blue jeans; the suggestions that some k-pop boy band lead recommended on the news and as to look 'cooler' and as an impromptu weapon, Issei had taken to his father's old studded leather fingerless gloves, the kind worn by bikers.
Worn Studded Fingerless Biker Gloves
Fingerless leather gloves used by motorcyclists. Studded with pointed metal studs for both fashion...and punching power. The studs seem to be scratched and tinted a slight red.
Flexing his fingers Issei had only one thought before Yuuma arrived, 'note to self: ask dad if he was in a biker gang.'
"Yuuma-chan!" he smiled, "ready for our date?"
"un!" she nodded, "what do you think?"
She was wearing a large straw hat and twirled in her thing white frilly dress. Understandable a very strange but very familiar feeling was bubbling up inside issei.
Kawaii
you have been affected by cuteness. your intelligence and willpower has reduced!
'oh shit.'
As it turns out the date was actually pretty good. His parent's tips and the excess allowance meant that he could treat her well. A cafe, a farmer's market, an arts festival, and it ended with the musician laden park at night where artists ranging from lone street guitarists to gazebo occupying jazz bands would play at weekly.
She and Issei were in the thick of it and he made sure to leader her by the hand and be on his best behavior; even if he had to look away from the belly dancers, and the cosplayers, and that one gifted foreign girl who misread the correct size of clothing for her age. How she found something that was too young and too old for her he didn't know.
Even nearing the end after all was said and done Issei knew that he had to finish the date off on a high note. So without much hesitation and the last song for the night being an Etta James classic, Issei straightened himself and let out a deep breath before looking towards the Fallen entranced with the atmosphere.
~At last~
"Yuuma-chan may I have this dance?"
~My love has come along~
Surprised she didn't speak anything, slowly and cautiously sheas the two began to dance. It was the first time that Issei danced and he shocked himself at how good he was. Admittedly half of it was winging it and the other was bastardized boxing footwork but Yuuma didn't know that.
~The skies above are blue~
Soon the teen and fallen finally reached a rhythm and without thinking Yuuma began to rest her head on his shoulder.
The couple danced slowly to the tune, to outsiders it may have looked odd but the atmosphere was just right for the both them,,
~For you are mine~
By queue Issei dipped his date, their two faces the closest they had been since the start.
~At last~
You took control of the day and did a good job on the date. Charisma has increased!
D-)C
'nailed it.' Issei mentally fist pumped.
"Issei…" pleaded Yuuma, eyes half-lidded as if entranced by the moment..
"hm?"
She placed her hand on Issei's cheek "You know if you don't marry me right now I will kill you right?"
"...eh?"
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"COME BACK ISSEI-KUN!"
"GYAAAH!"
Issei was on the run. All thanks to a now clearly more adult, black winged Yuuma chasing after him in age and size inappropriate dress. Who was also throwing magic spears of light.
"WE WERE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER!"
"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULD TRY TO KILL ME!"
"TOGETHER IN DEATH!"
"NO!"
He wasn't sure what happened. First he heard her 'proposition' and the next he booked it when she revealed her true form in all its adult glory. Now in some other situation, Issei would've stopped to drool and thank god that a sexy Dark Angel Onee-chan was after his ass but the whole completely and utterly insane yandere tendency of hers was an immense turnoff. So much so that his legs subconsciously dragged him out of the park at a speed that would make certain despised blond casanova green with envy.
He ran and ran far but failed to notice what was in front of him as he unceremoniously slammed his face into a semi-transparent barrier.
Dungeon: Outer Gangland - the outskirt territory of the criminal infested area of Kuoh. Class F
"The hell…." he groaned, "I never saw this here before."
The worst part of Kuoh was filled to the brim with gangs and delinquents and like a cancerous infection the central heart had veins that snaked outward in corridors of crime and vice. Issei would skirt one such branch if he was hurrying to and from home and school but now that shortcut was replaced with a Dungeon of all things.
Snapping his head between the dungeon and the other route that felt...wrong he chose to do the most stupid of them.
Stepping back he prepped for a running start, "on 3. 1...2….3!"
He roared as he barreled into and through the barrier just as a group of loitering delinquents turned their heads. Eyes set in an eery eternal scowl. The icons above showing that they saw him and were already preparing to move.
You have been Spotted!
(Aggro'd) Lvl 1 Delinquent - common teenage thug.
Not even bothering to talk it out, the teen flew forward and connected with a Snap Fist; one of many.
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Makoto was busy working on numbers as her student limped in carrying an uncharacteristic scowl.
Putting the pencil in her hair, the owner of the Nanaya dojo greeted him, "Hey!"
"oh...hey" Issei grumbled, tossing away his reddened gloves.
"What happened to you?"
"Delinquents." he grumbled, "I still won though."
"Congrats." she smiled a toothy grin, "wait why did they attack you?"
He shrugged, "they were hostile mobs. You can't reason with them."
"ah." she nodded, "that kind of gang. Oh well mindless idiots are still mindless idiots."
'or just mindless' the teen thought, remembering how mechanically animated they were; just like video game enemies.
"and my first girlfriend turned out to be a psycho."
"ahh…." she nodded again, "one of the crazies."
Issei sighed as he went to try and sulk in a corner only to stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder.
"hmm…" pondered Makoto, scratching her chin, "I know! You can date me!"
"I'm sorry...what!?"
"You want a girlfriend, I want a student win win!"
"erh…"
"Then you can cook for me and carry all my things when we go to the mall and-"
"WAIT! You can't just-"
"So what do you say!?" A hard pat on the back, "GAAAH!" And Issei keeled over.
"eheheh…" she shyly scratched the back of her neck. "oops."
Issei didn't even groan.
"Hey Issei!"
"..."
"Issei."
"..."
Makoto poked Issei with her pencil.
"...oh…."
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A/N: rewrite of my Issei and the Game of Life fic. Hopefully better. The world is already warping to be like a videogame and it will only get worse. As for Kamen Rider...wait and see….
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Issei Hyoudou
Lvl 1 Human Beginner Boxer
Strength -C
Perception - C
Endurance - B
Charisma - C
Intelligence - C
Agility - C
Looks - D
Nanaya Style: Snap Fist - a sudden and powerful jab.
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Scale:
EX - Ultimate
SSS - Superior
SS - Incredible
S - Excellent
A - Great
B - Good
C - Average
D - Bad
E - Poor
F- Terrible