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The Alien Lizard King: Well there is something similar.
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Start.
"Oi...Do I really need to wear a blindfold?" Asked Menma, sitting on the couch with crossed legs, Miyo and the cerberus, in puppy form, nestled on his lap. The Uzumaki was idly fiddling with the bandages across his eyes.
"If they're exposed to much more you'll end up going blind." Warned Madara, "Once again, you didn't redirect the magic from your eyes and it went stagnant, it it reactivates you'll put more strain on your eyes and go blind. Give it a day or so and you'll be set." Advised the old man, drinking from a juice-box. He had a stopwatch around his neck counting down from 24 hours, it was midday now so it wasn't like he had to deal with much grief.
Menma sighed he could still feel the eyes of the two Excalibur women on him and was about to draw out the fused weapon until once more his old man chimed in, "And no general magic either. It'll make it active again, which would make the magic attempt to leave the back of your head and enter your eyes again. Blind." Repeated the old man, Menma growled.
"So what, we have to wait a day until he can draw out the weapon?" Grouched Irinia, Xenovia accepting a drink from the small fox-girl, she looked at the cold can curiously, it was black with the exception of a red, white and blue circle. Along with big red text saying 'MAX'.
"Try this, Aneki! It's Aniki's favourite drink." Xenovia looked at the can suspiciously the little girl smiled brightly at her before putting one into Menma's hands as well. He smiled lightly and vaguely pawed at the air where he thought she was, Tama took his hand on put it on her head.
"Thanks, Tama. You're a treasure." He praised, making her eyes sparkle. The cracked open the can with a his index finger and took a hearty gulp.
"Oh Pepsi-kun, you're the only man I'll ever need." He cooed to the can, laughing to himself afterwards.
"Eh...?" Was all the bluenette gave in response to such strange behavior.
"It's good, trust me." Said the blindfolded male, smiling slightly. Raising his can to her. "Cheers?" He goaded with a silly smile.
Xenovia opened her can and took a large gulp, diving into the deep end as it were, and immediately regretted it, not due to taste. It was quite nice, because of the burning sensation that came with the bubbles in her throat.
"Don't take big gulps." Advised the Uzumaki amusedly, even though his eyes were covered Xenovia could feel his mirthful stare. His face was set into a toothy grin, displaying his newly enlarged canines.
"I'm going to go check on the others." Said Asia, standing up and leaving the room, feeling the dagger-like gaze of Irinia and Xenovia as she spoke.
"Oi." Started the black haired man, making them turn their heads, "I don't care what you think she used to be, she my family now. So if you got beef with her, you and I are gonna have a problem. Blinded or not I will break you." He warned, even without using his magic his presence was imposing, like a true fly motherfucker.
"Feel free to stay, if you want the sword so badly. I'm going to my room." He said with finality, Tama took his hand and led him down the hall, such a sweetheart that one.
"A plague on that man..." Lowly cursed the twin-tails. "And that witch..."
The pair of church members heard a powerful thump on the wall, apparently he had heard Irinia, who received a blank look from her parnter.
Later, Nighttime.
Sona had come over to visit, Kiba, Issei and Koneko were oddly still laid out and unconscious, Asia had healed them, perhaps they just needed rest? It had only been 9 hours since he'd returned from his nightly excursion with them so he wasn't that shocked, he was amazed Issei was even still alive if what his Grandfather had told him about, the boy exhausting the gear's boost power to a point he wasn't ready for yet, was to be believed.
The black haired devil was having his bandages re-wrapped by the gentle fingers of the Sitri, "Honestly, only you..." Muttered the girl, sighing in sufferance. Menma chuckled, keeping his eyes closed as she placed two black-out pads over them, and proceeded to wrap his bandages.
"You love me, you know it." He said breezily, chuckling as she paused for a moment, "I don't blame you, I am pretty great." He joked lightly, Sona smiled and pecked his cheek softly, finishing the wrapping with a small knot.
"Have to keep these on for far to long. Darkness forbid, Jii-san just help me out and move the magic away from my eyes." Grouched the teen. He wasn't exactly fond of stumbling in the dark like he had been all day, though the crisp chill that came with the night was at least pleasant.
"Perhaps he just wants this to be a learning experience, if he fixed all your problems for you, you'd never adapt properly." Suggested Sona, he only sighed pitifully and leaned onto her shoulder like a drama queen.
"But I wanna go fight someone, Sona-hime." He whined, though he could feel the heat rolling off her face as he said that, "Heh, a simple little suffix and the 'Frozen President' is melting like ice in the sun." He grinned and kissed her neck.
"O-oi..." She snapped without rancor, gently batting him away with her hand. "Don't go getting ideas."
"I don't have ideas, your neck was just the easiest place to kiss while I can't see...Heh." He admitted with a small chortle, Sona's pink face didn't go away though as he adjusted his position and sat behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"On a scale of one to ten, how fucking cute are we right now?" He asked, making her facepalm in seemingly a blink she was standing up next to the bed and gently bopped him on the head with her fist, only a tap at best.
"Baka, don't ruin the moment like that." She scolded, making him laugh uproariously, before taking his hand and leading him out the door, "Dinner." Ordered Sona, dragging the giggling fool down the hall and sitting him down.
He felt a small weight on his legs, "Hm...Either, Tama...Or Koneko..." He took a short smell of the air and smiled, "Ah, Koneko-chan. What can this frail cripple do for you?" He asked, having a bit of fun with his few hours cripple-dom.
Instead of speaking she just hugged him tightly, "Thank you, Senpai." Smirking the Sorcerer pat her head and loosely returned to the gesture.
"Oh! Senpai! Arigatou!" Shouted Issei, as he slid on his hands and knees before Menma's chair, "Without you I would have died, and my dream of being a harem king would die with me! Arigatou!"
"You really are a little slime, aren't you, Issei-kun." He drawled out with sickening sweetness, making the boy sweatdrop, "Get up ya dunce, if you wanna repay me get stronger so I don't have to pull your ass out of the fire again, I need someone to act as a punching bag and Jii-san isn't any good, he's too tough."
"Oho!? What's this is hear with my old ears? 'Jii-san' he says, I do declare my baby boy is making a comeback! Haha! Victory!" Madara struck a ridiculous pose pointing to the sky and kneeling, fireworks seemed to appear behind him out of nowhere.
"Push your luck and it's back to 'Old Flesh Bag' for you." Threatened the Uzumaki ominously making the old man laugh loudly.
"You took my vengeance from me." Spat Kiba's voice, venom dripping from each syllable. Menma turned to the voice only to feel steel cut his cheek, "You robbed me of it, and by doing so, denied it to all those who were tortured and killed by that man, WHY!? Why are you so fucking evil!? Is it so impossible to allow me something so simple as justice!?" Demanded the blond.
"I'm willing to sacrifice my eyesight if it means killing you here and now, Bootlicker." Interrupted Menma, pausing the boys tirade from continuing on, as it looked like he meant to do so, "Remember where you are, child. You're in my house, surrounded by my family, I saved you and did what your pathetic self could not. If this man was as vile as you say, his death had meaning whether or not it was by your hand, if you don't wish to rob the dead of their justice then shut your fucking mouth. You're the only one who's angry that you're alive. If anything you owe me a life debt. And you can pay it by getting the fuck out of my living room and then out of my house. Allowing you in, in the first place was a mistake I won't repeat again." There was no expression in his voice, no venom or bitterness, if anything he appeared bored, idly playing with a small strand of Koneko's silky silver hair.
Kiba growled and swung, striking the Uzumaki in the cheek though he barely moved beyond a small head turn, the room was deathly still.
"Kiba-senpai, that was uncalled for! Menma-san saved our asses, the fact that you're alive right now is because of him!" Snapped Issei, standing up and pushing the Knight back. Kiba balked at Issei who grabbed his collar, "If your life has so little meaning to you that you'd spit in the face of someone who helped you keep it, what's the point of trying for revenge anyway, huh?! Does your justice mean so little that you can't even accept help to achieve it, that if its done anyway that it looses meaning!? If you never ran into Valper again he would have died anyway because he's human, they'll age while you wont! So what then!?" Screamed Issei.
"Issei." Said Menma, cutting through the shout-match with a deadly calm. "Please allow Yuuto to leave my house without further incident. We're about to have dinner and I'd hate to see it ruined by conflict at the table. And Yuuto, get the fuck out of my house, I won't tell you again." Kiba shoved Issei off and straightened himself out before doing just that, not looking back or hesitating, slamming the door as he did so.
"That was...Something." Said Irinia, while Xenovia just sighed as the deathly aura shrouded Menma, his eye-less stare blanketing the brunette.
"Be. Quiet. At the table." He hissed, making her drain of colour and faint. "Good." Koneko hopped off his lap and took a seat next to him, Menma kicked out one next to the girl and turned in Issei's general direction.
"Issei, please take a seat." When Issei saw that smile he felt like the world had just been thrown upside-down, but did so without a word. Only saying a deeply grateful 'Itadakimasu' when dinner was served, if it wasn't for this crazy bastard, he'd be dead for sure.
"Arigatou really isn't enough, Senpai." Thought the Red Dragon with a smile, "I'll find a way to pay you back."
"Thank you for the meal, Madara-san, Sona-san. And thank you for allowing us to stay close by, Menma-san." Said Xenovia, Menma allowed a smile out the corner of his mouth as it was currently being stuffed with god-sent food, his old man was a fucking master chef.
"Well it's good to be appreciated." Chimed Madara, smirking at the bandaged face of his kid.
"It's fine." Said Sona, cutting off any unwanted conversation.
Next Day, School. Occult Research Club.
"Would have been nice to be in the know about this so-called trip to a random fucking island in the first place." Grumbled the Uzumaki as he and his King stood on just that, some random fucking island that was gloomy as shit. He may still be blind in one eye, for reasons that Jii-san had yet to elaborate on, but even he could see this place was seven flavours of ass.
"Oh come on, Ma-chan! It's gonna be fun! We can get you a cute little familiar and you can be best buddies, oh~! It'll be great!" Giggled the Leviathan, bouncing excitedly, her Rook merely sighed in frustration and itched at his bandaged right eye.
"Bad enough it had to me my right eye, I'm already missing my depth perception."
"Greeeeeetings!" Came the call of a loud male voice, it was a man with short brown hair tied back into a spikey tail, he had well defined cheekbones and a large grin on his face, his skin was tanned but obviously showed off his age, he wore a white singlet and dark blue cargo shorts with a pair of black thongs (Flip-flops) on his feet. A yellow backpack affixed onto his back.
"Ah! Hello Familiar Master Towji! It's good to see you again, I brought my cute little Rook to find his perfect friend." Explained Serafall, Towji leapt from the tree and landed before the pair, looking Menma up and down he hummed lightly.
"Hmm, strong and agile, you want something that packs a powerful punch, or am I wrong?" Asked Towji with a rhyme, looking at the one eyed male who only stared back at him blankly. "Silent I see, well well why don't you and the beautiful lady come with me!"
"This rhyming is going to be a consistent thing isn't it?" Asked the teen turning to the Satan who merely smiled brightly.
"Towji-san loves to rhyme, it's part of his charm."
"Oh he get's a full name but mine gets butchered, right." Said the Uzumaki following after the man, Sera pouted and grabbed his arm, walking next to him.
"Don't be like that, Ma-chan. When I get angry I promise I'll say your full name, kisses?" She asked, making kissy faces at him, he turned his head with a huff making her pout even harder going so far as the trembling bottom lip and all.
"It's not going to work." Said Menma with a deadpan shaking his head.
"Oho? A pair of River Sprites. They're quite tough creatures."
Tough looking roidheads more like, a pair of women that never left the fuckin' gym maybe. He was muscular, these creatures were fucking ripped. Both had dainty blonde hair that was done in spiral curls, but they were jacked as all hell and wore pink frilly dresses.
"Uh...I'm more aligned with bestial creatures, no offence ladies." The Sprites merely nodded pounding their chests before diving into the water. "Well they seem to handle rejection well."
"Hmm, beasts huh? Any kind you favour?" Asked Towji, rubbing his chin.
"Reptiles, or anything above the norm really. Not something like a cat or a dog...I already have pets, If I'm getting a familiar I need something to back me up if shit gets hairy."
"Hmm...Could I? No surely not...He may very well die..." Muttered the Familiar Master quietly.
Menma sweatdrop, "Even when he's thinking he rhymes? Dear Satan help me..." It was a bitch to come up with replacement words for 'God' when it came to saying stuff like 'Oh My god' or 'god help me', while he wasn't a man of faith by any stretch they were firmly planted in the general vocabulary of anyone he'd ever met.
"Come with me, boy. If you've got the guts to find something that can destroy." Menma wanted to faceplam, he wanted to facepalm so hard he'd highfive his brain, but the guy seemed really serious. So the teen stuck to his side and followed the man down stream as the trio progressed a small weight was made evident on Menma's head, he reached up and touched whatever it was, feeling a soft yet scaly texture on his fingers.
"Uh, what's on my head?" He'd already conjured up some horrific monstrosity in his head, something with tentacles and a beak, like C'thulu's wet dream. So taking the plunge he pulled it off his head and held it at arms length, "This is not what I thought it was." Admitted the teen, looking at the azure dragonling in his arms.
It had two short horns on the back of its head and on in the centre of its forehead pointing forward like a curved blade, it had big sunset orange eyes and just from the look of its arm and leg bone structure, it could be bi or quadrupedal. A pair of little wings twitched on its back as it stared up at the Devil.
"Oh...I guess she found you. I can't tell if that's good or bad to tell you true." Menma rose his one visible brow at the man, "That there is Tiamat, powerful as powerful can be, you see she sleeps here in her smallest of forms for long periods of time until a bond can be formed. She's one of the Five Great Dragon Kings, but instead of missing like them she's been here, basically running things." Explained the Familiar Master.
Menma's eye widened in shock, he adjusted to she was sitting on his hands instead of being held under her arms like a child, "Uh...Hey." Greeted the Devil, her sunset eyes scanned his face critically. Her little head tilting to the side like a dog that heard a new noise. "I don't know how it works for you, but apparently Dragon's can talk. Is that right or I am being fed dirty, dirty lies?" He questioned, sitting down next to the river and placing her on his lap, the Familiar Master backed away slowly and quickly gestured for Serafall to do the same.
The dragon remained silent, "That's cool. I'll just have to club Issei with a chair when I get back." He grew a dark smile on his face at the idea, the dragon sitting on his lap silently looking at his face, "You got a hell of a stare, anyone ever tell you that?" The dragon licked his hand in response, "I guess...Not? I'm not good at this whole interpretation thing."
"You are strange. At the sound of my name many flee in terror, do you not know of me?" Asked a mature feminine voice in his head, her orange eyes pulsing with each word.
"Nope. Though there is a weapon in L.o.L called Tiamat, that's about as close as it gets." The dragonling seemed to sweatdrop and shake her head, hopping off his lap and walking a few paces away from him, shrouded in white light that was almost blindingly bright she appeared in her true form.
Akin to a western dragon in build, the same features just more...Intense. Those doughy orange eyes were now keen as knives and deadly looking. Each of her feet had four wicked looking claws as toes with one raptor-like claw at each of her heels. He tail whipped dangerously having a large bladed point, her wings were spread at twice her body length and the membrane of her wings had glowing blue veins running through them. At the apex of each wing were a pair of talons that looked like they could tear steel like butter.
Her head lengthened and narrowed slightly instead of having that cute 'pudgy baby' look she had a moment ago, her two bottom canines stuck up in some kind of reverse saber-tooth fashion. She was about twice his size and her body was rippling with prime, trained muscle.
Menma gave a low whistle of appreciation, "Wow...Now someone, is a gorgeous creature."
"Oh you're just saying that." The voice sounded bashful, she smirked and turned slightly from him.
"Are you kidding me!? You look fucking awesome! Something I'd only see drawn by some top-tier artist with way too much time on their hands, you're bloody beautiful woman!" He refuted, Serafall and Towji sweatdropped at what looked like him trying to charm the scales off a dragon.
"Now that is rather kind of you, what is your name warm-lap?" She questioned peering closer at him, her eye almost the size of his head.
"Menma Uzumaki, Devil, Sorcerer and currently half-blind." He introduced with a chuckle, before he leant forward and whispered, "Can I touch your scales..?" He asked, looking from side to side conspiratorially.
The dragon laughed in his head, "Go ahead, Menma-kun." She bayed him closer, he took a step forward and rubbed the underside of her jaw, "Oh, you have such warm hands." She cooed, he didn't bother to think on the double-meaning of what was happening.
"You have really nice scales..." He complimented, "So. Any reason you landed on my head?" He asked, once more sitting down, bringing the dragon's head with him, which in turn got her to lay down her wings folding in and her tail curling around.
Towji's jaw dropped whilst Serafall was cheering silently at the cute beginning.
"I've never been a familiar to any Devil, I've had contact with them true but I've never been able to resonate with them very well. There's something about you that drew me in." Admitted the dragon, and it was true, she and Ajuka Beelzebub were acquaintances, she acted as her title of Chaos Karma Dragon would entail, and did a few odd-jobs as a secret judge/administrator for the most important games that Devil society played, other than that though she was usually here on the island.
"Flattery will get you everywhere." He said with a smirk, the dragon blew a small huff at his face out her nostrils, ruffling his hair, he only kept his smirk on though. "So what? Ya wanna be my familiar or somethin', if so that's pretty great I could get used to having someone as good looking as me around all the time." He said with faux arrogance, flicking his hair with a hand, only to receive another huff of air for his trouble.
"That would be pleasing to me. Though I do question where it is you heard that dragon's could talk, Menma-kun."
"A...Person I know, I can't call him a friend that just makes me feel dirty considering how vilely perverse he is, Issei Hyoudou apparently his Sacred Gear has a Red Dragon inside, Ddraig or something and it talks to him. So I just made the assumption that all dragon's talk based off that information. Bit of a logic leap but now the two dragons I know of talk so, so far 100%." He informed, though the darkening of her gaze was a little chilling.
"Ddraig..." She spat venomously, Her gaze going far off for a moment clouded with hatred, "Got himself locked into a Sacred Gear, hm? Pathetic. Heavenly Dragon my foot." She continued muttering various obscenities about Ddraig but Menma wasn't exactly close to the red beast so he didn't care to stick up for it.
"Well Issei is getting strong enough to spar with, so If you want I could get him to go into his armour mode and you could kick the crap out of him." She was standing and staring him dead in the eye.
"Bind. Me. Now. I'll accept you with open wings if it means getting to mop the floor with that red bastard." Menma grinned and knelt, taking her right foreclaw into his hand.
"I Menma Uzumaki, do so bind thee..." He looked to her to give her full name.
"Tiamat, the Chaos Karma Dragon, Blue Dragon King." She informed.
"Tiamat, the Chaos Karma Dragon, Blue Dragon King, to me, to serve at my side, though battle and blood, till we both drop dead on the field of conflict or get sick of each other." He added the last bit ad-lib, the small chuckle in his head signaled it was well received at least.
A large green circle was formed around both of them, Tiamat and Menma were bathed in a green light, the pact was formed a loose collection of lines forming a pair of wings was burnt into the skin on the back of his hand, Menma rose up and grinned at the dragon who spread her wings and released a powerful roar, knocking the Familiar Master and the Leviathan on their asses.
Menma turned to them with glowing orange eyes and a draconian grin on his face, "Let's go tear shit up."
End of Chapter.
Before anyone asks, no there's nothing overtly meaningful about that end, it's just for looks. The orange eyes will come and go like any eye-colour he has.
But as usual if you have any questions throw it on a review of Pm me.
Raxychaz!