Somewhere in Neverland~

"Man I'm boredddd." The raven hair teenager reclines in his chair, his hands tapping a tempo on the table in front of him. "What's taking Cartwright so longgg?!"

"Be patient Shi." Across the table, another person is seated. With shocking white hair and piercing eyes, the boy has an incredibly serious atmosphere around him. Shi on the other hand, emits a I-wanna-go-play-with-a-dog-rather-than-sit-here-an d-wait aura. "The analysis of the Longinus is taking longer than he thought."

"But that's because he doesn't want to harm the girl~Why doesn't he just kill her, take the Longinus out, and then do the analysis directly~?" Despite the fact Shi had suggested murdering a small child, his voice hadn't lost a single bit of its playfulness.

"Because he deludes himself with the idea that he's a doctor." Blake's voice cut in. "Thus, he will not unnecessarily harm a...'patient'."

"Had a good shower?" The white hair boy asks. Blake had only just returned from Switzerland an hour ago.

"The best." Blake replies, taking his seat at the table. Four seats remain empty, including the one at the head of the table. "Where are the others?"

"Law is with Cartwright-" The white hair boy begins.

"-gray-eyes is somewhere~" Shi continues.

"And no one knows where Daemon is." Both of them finish at the same time.

"Huh. Alright then." Blake pulls a can of soda from the fridge below the desk. He pops the tab and takes a sip. "So what have you two been up to?"

"Nothing~"

"Preparing to take down our first target."

Blake's eyebrow rises upon hearing the white hair boy's statement. "The first target? You mean Daemon has already decided on one?"

"Yes." The white hair boy nods.

"Is it an interesting target?"

"...Its a troublesome one." The white hair boy sighs. "I don't even know why we have to start with such a powerful one."

"Because its fun~" Shi adds this utterly useless contribution to a relatively serious conversation. "Boss Daemon wouldn't want us to kill a boring enemy at the very beginning. He'd want us to kill a reallyyyy powerful one so that we can show the world that we're serious~"

"I hate to admit it, but I agree with Shi for once." Blake crumples his now empty drink can. "It makes sense to start big. If we do that, then we will attract the attention of all the other big fish-" Blake chucks the can into the air, before reducing it to cinders with a single laser blast. "-and kill em all at once."

"...While I admire your confidence, your plan makes no logical sense whatsoever." The white hair boy points out. "If we do start big, the other Factions will actually have a legitimate reason to set aside their differences and take on a common enemy. The statistical chance of us being annihilated will be-"

"If we do get annihilated, then it simply shows we weren't good enough." A new voice cuts in. All three of the previous inhabitants jump. They hadn't heard, hadn't sensed anyone enter the room. In chair on the immediate left of the head of the table, a new person lounged. A hood is pulled over his head, making it impossible to discern his face. "No matter what we do, we will attract the attention of all the factions. And no matter who we knock off, we will eventually have to fight all of them at once." None of the inhabitants could see the hooded figure's eyes, but they could feel his gaze slowly pass over each of them.

"So you were here [Gray-eyes]." The white hair boy finally breaks the silence.

"Of course." The hooded figures acknowledges the greeting by inclining his head towards the white hair boy. "This is a rather important meeting after all."

"And yet Daemon isn't present." The hooded figure shrugs.

"He does what he wants. Times, he's told me to relay his orders to you." The other three men nod in understanding. This wasn't an unusual thing, for Daemon to give orders through the [Gray-eyes].

"Do you know what he's doing?"

"Not exactly. Though he did say that he was going to-" Before the [Gray-eyes] could finish, the door to the room bursts open. Two figures run inside, before quickly shutting the door behind them.

"Is-is it safe?" One of the figures, a wire-thin man with messy hair and glasses, asks.

"I-I think so." The other figure, a heavily built man with a near shaved head and gigantic muscles, replies.

"...Law, Cartwright, what the hell is going on?" The white hair boy asks. "Where is the Longinus possessor?"

"Um..." Cartwright scratches his hair with one hand while pushing his glasses up with the other one. "You see..."

"She woke up." Law answers simply. "And now she's rampaging in the lab."

"Didn't you restrain her?" Blake asks.

"About that..." Cartwright looks extremely uncomfortable. As before, Law comes to his rescue.

"Cartwright didn't want to restrain a small girl, so he took off the magic-sealing handcuffs and other failsafes." Law answers bluntly. He pauses, before adding. "His reasoning was that by keeping the restraints on, he felt like he was preforming a crime."

"...you're fucking joking." Blake's body begins to shake. "YOU ACTUALLY REMOVED ALL THE RESTRAINTS!?"

"Well...I didn't think she was dangerous." Cartwright says weakly. This only serves to further anger Blake, who stands up.

"OF COURSE SHE'S FUCKING DANGEROUS! I HAD TO FUCKING SHOOT HER IN EACH LEG AND ARM, AS WELL AS TEAR A FUCKING HOLE IN HER CHEST, TO KEEP HER DOWN!" At this point, Cartwright is kneeling in a corner of the room, his hands held over his head. Blake on the other hand, is being restrained by both Shi and the white hair boy. "LET ME GO! I'M GONNA FUCKING SHOW HIM WHAT PREFORMING A CRIME IS!"

"Don't kill Cartwright~! He may be a stupid poo, but its funny to watch him flirt with woman~!"

"Calm down! He may be a waste of space in general, but we actually need his medical skills!" While both Shi and Mark were attempting to save Cartwright's life, their harsh words cause Cartwright to sink even deeper into depression. Both Law and [Gray-eyes], who have not attempted to enter the fray, hear a sob emit from the corner where Cartwright is kneeling.

"...how does Daemon deal with these people?" [Gray-eyes] shakes his head.

"With great power, comes great responsibility." Law quotes, his eyes watching the havoc unfolding in front of him. [Gray-eyes] simply sighs, before leaving the room to deal with the rampaging Longinus possessor.


Kuoh Academy

"Ahhhh." Issei Hyoudou relaxes on the grass. Next to him are his friends(?) Motohama and Matsuda. The reason why Issei is unsure of his exact relationship with the two is because in light of recent events, he has found that the two seem to have developed a grudge against him. Despite all this, Issei still considered the two to be his closest human friends. "Peace really is the best."

"Yes. Make peace, not war." Matsuda agrees. "Only in peace will you see Oppai. In war, they all wear those full body suits."

"Though." Motohama adds. "You have to admit, there is a certain charm in a woman in uniform."

"Definetly!" Matsuda immediately begins to list off all the possible types of uniform. "Maid uniform, School uniform, Police uniform, Firewoman uniform, Air hostess uniform."

"Don't forget the classic Nurse uniform!" Motohama interrupts. Upon hearing the phrase "Nurse Uniform", Issei suddenly remembers a certain event from a while ago.

"Issei." Matsuda and Motohama's faces loom over Issei's. "Your face suddenly turned perverted when we said nurse uniform. Are you remembering a particular event?" Issei smiles.

"Sorry. I was just remembering the time that Buchou and the others nursed me back to health while wearing a nurse uniform-" Before Issei could finish, he sees the sole of a foot flying towards his face. With lightning-fast reflexes, Issei rolls to the side, dodging the blow. "Uwah! What the heck!?"

"Die you popular bastard!" Motohama jumps into the air to preform a flying stomp kick, which Issei dodges with ease. Sensing movement from behind, Issei ducks, causing Matsuda's punch to miss. "Kuh-Stop dodging you bastard! Feel the wrath of unpopular boys from all over the world!" Laughing, Issei breaks into a run, easily escaping from his two friends.

"Ahahahaha! Peaceful days sure are the best!" Issei begins to head towards the Occult Research Club building. He didn't want to be late for the meeting.


High above Issei, from the rooftop of the main school building, three figures are watching Issei as he runs towards the Old School Building. All three of them are wearing full length trench coats and hunting caps, their faces covered in scarfs despite the relatively warm weather.

"So that's the Welsh Dragon?" One of the figures asks. Her voice reveals that she's female. "He seems like a...unlikely candidate for a Longinus possessor."

"Don't judge a book by its cover." Another of the figures, male judging from his voice, replies to the female member's statement. "His battle history speaks for itself." The male figure turns to the third member of their party. "What do you think newbie?"

"Umm..." The third member has an androgynous voice. However, he is male. "I don't know." The other two members of the team laugh.

"Hahahaha!" The female member laughs. "You're so cute Sean!" The third member, Sean, blushes. He removes his cap, revealing tawny brown hair and blue eyes. The other male member also begins to laugh, before trailing off. The female member, noticing his uneasiness, immediately stops her merrymaking. "What is it?"

"...We're surrounded." The male member's hand moves to the pouch attached to his waist.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A serious female voice says from behind them. All three of them turn around. Standing on top of the entrance to the roof is a glasses-wearing girl. "If you so much as move, my servants will take you down."

"Sona Sitri." The female member mutters the name under her breath. "She's not going to be easy to take out if push comes to shove."

"Plus her Peerage." The male member looks around. Multiple figures have appeared on the roof. "This is definitely an unfavorable situation." Sona, taking their whispers as a sign that they're ignoring her, furrows her brow in frustration.

"Who are you people?" The two whispering figures look turn to face Sona. "Be warned, if you even attempt to lie, I will-"

"-kill us?" The male member interrupts Sona mid-sentence. "I doubt it. Murdering us without even knowing our identity isn't exactly smiled upon, even less so with the new Alliance in place. What if we turn out to be simple humans passing by?"

"But you aren't, seeing as you know about the Alliance. That means your related to our world in one way or another." The male member takes a step backwards, obviously having not realized that he had just blown his own cover.

"You're an idiot." The female figure shakes her head. Before the male figure could defend himself, the female removes her scarf and hat, revealing short brown hair and tawny eyes. "It's nice to meet you, Madame Sitri. My name is Elizabeth."

"The pleasure is all mine, Elizabeth-san." Sona replies to the pleasantries. "Now state your business with this school." Elizabeth's answer is to rummage in her bag, before pulling out a badge.

"Cross-Rail Academy, Exorcist of the 2nd Class, 3rd Rank." Sona actually takes a step back upon hearing her declaration.

"Cross-Rail Academy?" Elizabeth nods. "All three of you?" In response to that question, the other two figures remove their hats and scarfs, before showing their own badges.

"Cross-Rail Academy, Exorcist of the 3rd Class, 1st Rank. Alfie." The male figure introduces himself with a wave.

"Cross-Cross-Rail Academy, Exorcist of the 3rd Class, 1st Rank-" The third figure quickly bows his head before he can finish his introduction, obviously overwhelmed by the entire ordeal. "It's an honor to meet you!" His face is flushed.

"And you're here as-?" Sona waits for one of them to answer. Before Alfie can say anything, Elizabeth quickly butts in.

"We're here as representatives of Cross-Rail Academy." Sona raises an eyebrow.

"Two 3rd Class and one 2nd Class? That seems like a rather poor choice of representatives." Within the Cross-Rail power structure, Exorcists are split into Classes. There are three main Classes, numbered 1 through 3, with 1 being the highest. Within these classes, there are Ranks, also numbered 1 through 3. It is said that there were "Special" classes, but no one outside Cross-Rail is sure exactly what those are.

"I would have to agree with you on that! This is a rather sorry bunch after all!" Another voice cuts in. Sona spins around. Directly behind her is a new figure. A gangly man with shoulder long blond hair and a bemused expression on his face is standing directly behind her.

"Nice to meet ya! The name's Duval. Exorcist of the 1st Class, 2nd Rank." Sona immediately tenses. Of course Cross-Rail would send another representative other than the three lower ranked. But to send this man? Sona wonders if Cross-Rail had deliberately chosen him to throw the Alliance off. If so, they had done a good job.

Duval Gesualdo.

The [Ghost].

The [Joker] of Heaven's older brother.

And the only human to refuse to be reincarnated by both Michael and Sirzechs.

He is, for lack of another word, a true [Monster].


Well this is taking a rather odd turn. Cross-Rail Academy will play a much larger role now, since there are so many interesting things going on there~! And yes, Cross-Rail Academy is (somewhat) based on True Cross Academy from Blue Exorcist. Though other than the ranking system, the similarities pretty much end there.

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