Welcome Back.
So the next few chapters are gonna be the only ones that really adhere to the cannon story with any kind of real line, gonna break away into more of an original territory. My aim for this story is 25-30 chapters at most.
We'll see how that goes.
guisniperman: You don't even know the half of it, guis. Not even the half of it.
METALHELLSPWN: Never to old for a good ol' over 9000 joke.
LordGhostStriker: No pics available, sorry. Was trolling about the Wiki and was sad to see the only description was 'A blue western dragon'.
Start.
"Depth perception how I missed you!" Cheered the Uzumaki, throwing off his bandage and staring at the world with two open eyes, "The sights of this lovely town, the vision of the people walking around the-Ok this is shit now, I'm going back inside." He ended hunching over and walking back into his room from the balcony, the small blue dragon curled up and sleeping, "That is a wonderful idea." He said with a bright grin, picking up the dragon and laying down, placing her on his chest, she stretched out and yawned adorably before going right back to sleep.
"Outside is overrated, Tia-chan." He grumbled with a click the blinds shut hastily and the room was darkened once more, "Ah, peace."
"Meow."
"Oh? Miyo, c'mon there's always space for you." He pat the spot next to him the cat hastily moved to it, nuzzling into his hand.
"Back of feline, this is my Devil." Challenged the dragon, huffing slightly. Menma half opened his eyes sure that a little bitch-fit was about to take place on his chest until the door was thrown open, the two exorcists bursting in, Madara sheepishly chuckling behind them.
"They were quite insistent about coming in, and I just couldn't say no, have you seen those asses?" Madara's face turned from sheepish to a knowing grin, Menma only offered a thumbs up in response.
"Menma-san, Madara-san has informed us you can use your magic, please return the excalibur to us." Pleaded, well it made her sound a little pathetic but pleaded was the only word he could think of at that moment. Menma was about to do just that, but instead a blue circle opened up in his room. Out stepped both Sona and her Queen, Tsubaki.
"Ara...?" Came the surprised twitch from the Dragon Keeper, sitting up and cradling Tiamat in one arm whilst Miyo peered over his shoulder at the new arrivals. "Is there a party in my room or something, one at a time kids." He said amusedly.
"Menma-san, you need to get to the academy right now! There's a powerful Fallen Angel he's summoning up hordes of demons and we need help, we stepped away for a second, we have to go back now. Please hurry!" And like that they were gone. Menma had his eyes wide in shock he quickly dropped Tiamat on his bed and tore into his closet.
"Oho? So that's what all that energy I was sensing was..." Hummed Madara in thought.
"You knew about this and didn't tell me!? You my sensory field is fucking small!" Roared Menma's voice as he quickly got dressed, throwing on a black t-shirt with white flames spiraled around the spine, a pair of black denim jeans and his high-tops. Pawing at his desk for a moment for his catalyst ring and wolf necklace.
"Well I was making lunch so..." Madara waved his hand in a 50-50 motion, "I was busy." He defended lamely, Menma growled at the man like only a battle-hungry defender of things he could hardly stand could. With mild anger and apathy.
"Hmm...It seems we will do dance on the field of battle sooner than I thought. Good I look forward to our duet, Menma-kun." Menma nodded and held our a hand for the dragon, she jumped to it and crawled up his arm, sitting on his shoulder, Miyo meowing worriedly on his bed. "Oh don't worry feline, I'll look after my Devil." She said mirthfully, making the cat hiss.
"Uh...Hello? The Sword?" Asked Irinia, Menma simply slammed her head into the wall as he bust out into the hallway and out his front door.
"Your sword is mine until this is fucking dealt with, cunt!" He snarled lowly, jumping off the front balcony and taking off into the air, a portal opening that he flew straight in to.
"Should we go..?" Asked Gin, getting a nod from Anna and Tama who raced towards their masters signature, Asia pleaded to be taken along so Gin took her the ol' fashion way, with a piggy back. Like a fuckin' man.
"Uh...Wanna go help out..?" Asked Madara to the bluenette who pulled her friend from the wall and nodded resolutely, only for Irinina to collapse unconscious on the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"It may be our duty to retrieve the sword, but I refuse to allow harm to come to the people of this town." Madara smiled brightly clasping both her hands in his.
"Please date my grandson! You'd be such a good influence." Xenovia sweatdropped at this strange man and his odd requests.
Kuoh Academy
The Peerage of Rias Gremory were battling a heavy assault of Cerberus Demons, Issei and Kiba weaving in and our of the battlefield to deliver critical hits whilst Koneko tanked out most of the bigger hits, Rias and Akeno blasting the hell hounds with all they had, the head honcho who was in charge of summoning up more was watching from the opposite side of the battlefield.
"Where is he!? Where is the one who sullied my plans so!?" Demanded the man, he was a tall, elf like man with aristocratic features and wavy black hair along with a short black chin-beard. He had broad shoulders and was donned in a black robe with thickly armoured shoulder guards and many other accessories made for battle. He had thin slits as his pupils, the rest of his eyes were a single angry shade of red. Out of his back were two large black wings that kept him aloft the ground as he summoned demons to throw at the school and the heirs within.
"Do you think he means Menma-senpai!?" Asked Kiba, shouting over the death howl of a beast he just slammed his fist through.
"Possibly, it seems the most likely. Menma-san did kill off his star players, rid him of a three-in-one excalibur and destroy a whole swathe of his followers." Replied Akeno, sending several strikes of lightning raining down across the field.
"It doesn't matter right now, if he hasn't arrived yet he isn't coming, no Devil couldn't ignore this massive amount of energy." Grunted Kiba, spinning like a top with his fire and ice swords through a trio of beasts burning and freezing them to death. "Issei behind you!" Shouted the Knight, quickly turning around and rushing to cover his comrade, staking his blade through the skull of a beast before it could take a bite.
"Thanks, Kiba...This is really friggen exhausting..." Panted out the Red Dragon.
"If you don't tell me where he is I'll set off the bomb myself!" Demanded Kokabiel, the Fallen Angel.
"Get set or get dead motherfucker!" Roared a voice, a flash of movement and the Fallen was thrown to the ground like a rock in water, though he created a crater instead of a splash.
The owner of this voice came to a stop and dropped onto the ground, his wings folding in and seemingly sinking into his shirt, "Menma-senpai! What took you so long?" Asked Issei, Boosting his power and blasting a beast to dust.
"I can't sense magic for shit, Jii-san didn't bother to inform me. Sona appeared and told me, that's the only reason I know about any of this." Said Menma, Tiamat dropping onto the ground next to him. "You ready to rip and rend, Tia?" He asked cracking his knuckles as clouds seemed to roll in. His face being shadowed by his hair, only his glowing eyes were visible.
"Very much so, Menma-kun." Replied the dragon, being shrouded in white light and going into her true form, shadowing him, with a single sweep of her tail she slaughtered half of the remaining cerberus, she then proceeded to tear apart their ranks the sheer appearance of the Blue Dragon King was enough to make the Devils quake, the Fallen was...Distracted, shall we say.
"You!" Screamed the Fallen, with bloody rage, "I'll kill you for what you've done."
Menma's face was revealed, a perfect picture of stone cold killer, "That's my line, corpse." He spoke, before a manic grin grew on his face, "Limit Break: Zinogre!" With an explosive blast of power he was covered in his armour, hunching over slightly and drawing into his vortex, producing a certain weapon that made everyone gasp.
"That's the excalibur!" Shouted Kiba, almost frothing at the mouth, "How can he wield it and not be killed!?"
"Moreover where did he get a Sacred Gear that gives him armour?" Asked Akeno.
"What about that bigass dragon!?" Screamed Issei.
"Oi! Issei, stay the hell away from her! That's Tiamat, she hates my damn guts if she finds out that you and I are partners she'll rip you to shreds!" Issei almost flaked out and fainted their but settled for falling on his ass in shock.
"You dare use my own tool against me!? My instrument of war, I'll kill you, I'll slaughter everyone you love, I'll RAZE THIS CITY-Hrk!" The Fallen's tirade was cut short as Menma's helmet covered face appeared before him, sword thrust into the black angels leg making him gasp in pain.
"You talk to much, corpse." Came the muffled voice of the bestial teen, punching his foe upwards and at the same time, pulling the sword out of his leg, "Thunderstorm!" The strike of lightning shot through the fallen, making him scream bloody murder and struck Menma's armoured frame, as it happened the teen cracked his neck and released a fierce battle-cry. The ground ripping up around him.
"Point made." Said Menma, placing the sword back into the red vortex and waiting for the Fallen to make a return move. "Get up, corpse. You've got more in you than that." Menma bounced from heel to heel, reveling in the howling screams from the beasts his beloved Tia was chewing up.
"You...!" Growled Kokabiel, summoning a great flux of power and shooting a cannon or light energy at the Devil, Menma made move to dodge only to feel something grab him from behind, someone who was previously hidden, it appeared to be a grunt considering the basic bitch church garb.
Menma grabbed the man over his shoulder and threw him in way of the blast leaping away to the right, rolling as he landed. "Can't get me I'm the motherfucking gingerbread man." Snarled the Zingore infused teen, having to leap and roll forward once more to avoid being impaled by a wave of black feathers, the way they sunk into the ground like arrows was not a good sign. He had faith in his armour, but he didn't want to road test it in the middle of what could very well be a light or death battle...Then again it did hold up to his old mans punches...
"If all else fails I'll put my faith in it." One good thing about rerouting all the extra Magic from his eyes back into the rest of his body, he didn't really feel like he could tire out in this state. So if it came down to it, a battle of attrition would be his win.
"Die!" Screamed a voice from behind, Menma felt a blade crash against his armour, turning to see the rapidly paling face of yet another basic bitch grunt, Menma just swiftly punch the mans' head into mush before flashing away.
Kokabiel gathered a large orb of Light Magic and released it like a nova of power, this seemed to be in his favour as it found purchase on his foe, the fool tried to appear behind him, Kokabiel sneered at the smoke rising from his armour, no doubt his flesh was being destroyed by his angelic power.
"Menma-san! Are you alright!?" Came the, worried? Voice of the exorcist bluenette, Xenovia. It appeared his supreme backup was here in time, not that he actually needed backup but hey more witnesses to his awesomeness right?
"Oh? Pawns of the church, feh. Be gone little girl, I have no time for you, I'm going to kill this wretch for ruining my plans, and then I'm going to-hurk!" Kokabiel was thrown back by a powerful punch to the jaw, his foe apparently not so 'vanquished'.
Menma stood up, flexing and unflexing his fist, "That tickled. Care to try again?" He goaded, the clawed knuckledusters that came with his armour were certainly something, the bonus of making his opponent bleed like a bitch as he busted their fucking face up was especially lovely.
"You foul little beast..." Cursed the Fallen, "Fine, you want to fight me full on?" Kokabiel scraped some of the blood off his face and threw it to the ground, a red circle the rapidly grew in size.
"Oh wow...It's a cerberus, but bigger. I'm sooo fucking impressed...I feel like someone forgot mines bigger than yours..." He pointed to the dragon that swooped in and grabbed the cerberus, her form exploding with blue magic, Menma idly noted it wasn't just magic but water. She was drowning it, huh.
"Well water conducts electricity, it's like we were destined to be together." He idly made a heart sign with his fingers to the dragon before flashing forward, it seemed like the rest of the world had to catch up as the ground tore up after he'd already moved on, a great gale being drawn in his wake. "Take it like a bitch!" Roared Menma, leaping into a roundhouse to the face, breaking the jaw of his foe and twisting his neck harshly, landing behind the Fallen Menma spun around, flooding his arms with his power, "Strike!" The punch, infused with the power of lightning, real and magical, cooked the Fallen's organs on impact.
Well that's what he thought happened.
"Wait a second...Fallen don't turn into stone when they die..." Menma would have thought more on this revelation but he was currently being hurled through the air at rapid speeds, yes now he landed...And skidded through the pavement making a large rending scar in the ground, he ended his movement at the feet of his Grandfather.
"Oh...Hey." Greeted Menma, his armour looked to be scuffed and a little chipped but he sounded fine.
"M-Menma-san, do you require assistance?" Asked Xenovia, unsheathing her large sword and offering her hand to him.
"Oho?" He took her hand and allowed her to help him out of the hole he found himself in, "I knew you'd get fond of me, what was it? My hair? The way I change my eye colour every now and again? Or my devilish good looks?" He goaded lightly, nudging her shoulder with his elbow, she merely sighed and got into a ready stance. "Fine-fine. But I'm so chatting you up after this is over."
"Oh? So you managed to kill my doppelganger? Well done." Said a completely unharmed Kokabiel, his face lined with amusement, "Are you and your little church tool going to work together to strike me down now? How amusing, do you even know who I am? What you're trying to do?" Asked the Fallen condescendingly, shaking his head like he was talking to children.
"You're a corpse, corpse. We both know this day ends with me coated in your entrails." Replied Menma, cracking his knuckles and neck, Xenovia seemed to tense as his power seemed to become more potent suddenly.
"Fool! I was there in the last war! Where the Old Satans were killed, where our useless God was slaughtered like a pathetic lamb! I want to go back to it! To have my blood rushing and the wailing cries of my enemies around me!" Screamed out the Fallen.
"Sorry...Repeat that first bit." Asked Menma, looking at the horrified face of his Asia, and Xenovia who looked pale as a sheet.
"Oh, that's right it isn't common knowledge among the various useless sheep is it? Allow me to spell it out for you." Kokabiel looked at the two obviously effected the most, "God. Is. Dead." He then proceeded with the typical bad guy laugh.
Xenovia's sword arm went weak as she took a step back, Asia broke out into silent tears, Gin doing his best to comfort her, hah poor fucker the monkey was even worse than Menma, Tama tried to help but was probably making it worse by crying because Asia was crying.
The Uzumaki placed a hand on Xenovia's shoulder, "Uh look. I know that your faith may have just been rocked with a hurricane, but can you have that crisis after we kill this fucker?" The yellow eyed girl looked at him, tears in her eyes. "Oh c'mon don't do that...I can't deal with other people crying..." He muttered, placing and arm around her shoulder, lifting his helmet and pressing his lips to her temple. "Don't cry. We'll rip his heart out and stomp on it, but please...Don't cry."
If anything she looked shocked into a catatonic state, so technically he won. "Make sure no-one dies, Jii-san." Madara nodded and waved him off with a bright smile.
"Ma ma, Menma-kun. Kiss and run? I taught you well." The Uzumaki merely pulled his helmet down and flashed forward.
Kokabiel shot several beams of light, Menma produced Ludwig from his vortex and did a mid-run baseball swing at one beam, sending it right back, the Fallen was forced to dodge only to hear a buzzing noise, Kokabiel looked towards the source of the noise and was horrified to see the sword being throwing at him.
"Buchou, now-wait!" Shouted Issei, transferring his boost to Rias who prepped an unspeakably large orb of concentrated Destruction and lobbed it towards the Fallen, though at the last second the boy tried to stop her from launching it, seeing what could only be described as horror in motion.
Menma, however being as terrible at sensing magic as he was, did not see nor sense this coming and had already leapt, he did however see a large cluster of red rapidly approaching to his side, "Eh?" Wether by some cosmic skullfuck or just plain bad luck he'd leapt to finish it at the same time as Rias decided to do something for a change. Wonderful.
Menma made a grab for Kokabiel, almost orgasming in releif when he grabbed the fuckers ankle, his own wings shooting out to continue his speed, shifting his weight the Uzumaki threw the Fallen towards the power of destruction. Menma flapped his wings so hard he felt like they were about to snap from the speed, though it seemed like it wasn't enough.
Did you know Power of Destruction explodes when it's that concentrated? He didn't. He really wished that he did to at least mentally prepare himself, but the ungodly amount of pain that seemed to flood his body when that explosion struck his already weakened armour, words fail to describe it.
It felt like fire, but way worse. He felt his Limit Breaker leave is system as he hit the ground, Ludwig falling and staking into it next to him, the only thing left of Kokabiel being a few scattered feathers and some blood. "Good enough, though someone's getting a skullfucking when I can feel my legs again." He sighed, this better not become a trend.
"I probably feel worse than it actually is, just a few burns, nothing overtly serious." Summoning up a flux of magic he created a Riptide and Healing Wave, while they were only half as powerful as usual, they did the job, he was right, it felt worse than it actually was. Good, he didn't want to put up with another, 'The hero faints after an intense battle' moment. He'd probably puke.
Standing up and leaning on Ludwig he was less than pleased with the sorry state his wings were in, "Oh...That appears to be quite the break..." One was bent inwards and the other just seemed to turn to jelly halfway across. "Quite the pair, of breaks I should say." He sighed, taking a moment to collect himself before retracting his wings, tearing his helmet and releasing a howl of pain as the broken appendages sunk back into his skin.
Sweat dripped down the side of his face, he panted raggedly and held tightly onto his sword in hopes that it would somehow stem the pain. Though a cool sensation flooded his senses from the neck down, he looked to see himself coated in water, craning his head up he saw the gentle orange eyes of his darling Tia.
"Ah, Tia-chan. Right in the nick of time, did you see that? What a team-killing fucktard." He swore darkly, though that anger seemed to bubble away as his darling nuzzled her big head against his.
"There there, Menma-kun. Tia will fix you." She cooed, making him chuckle. "But I am going to have to smack that little Devil bitch, what is this, day two together and already you're getting harmed. Tsk tsk tsk, that'll just look bad on my resume."
Menma stepped out of her waters and pulled Ludwig into the vortex, Tia shrinking down to size and sitting on his amoured shoulder, Menma slowly made his way towards, "Teamkilling, killstealing cunt. Imma punch you so hard in the stomach you'll go sterile." He growled darkly, a little black cloud hanging over his head as his thoughts got darker and darker.
By the time he'd made it over to his little familial group he was on levels of 'baby skinning'. Though the sensation of being hugged distracted him, looking down he saw a mop of blonde hair, smiling softly he returned it, "You'll be fine, Asia-chan. You have me, you have us. Love oneself before asking it of another, do you think you can love yourself, Asia?" He asked gently.
"I love you, Menma-kun. And I love Tama-chan, and Madara-sama, and Gin-san and Anna-san. And I think I can love myself as well." She said quietly.
"Then that's all you need, what matters in what's here. Not what isn't." The girl took a step back and looked up at him, smiling with puffy red cheeks, he kissed her forehead and pat her head, his armour thankfully not catching on her hair.
"Xenovia...Y'ok?" Asked Menma squatting next to the defeated looking exorcist.
"All I ever had, all I ever fought for, was the Lord...But all of that was meaningless...He's dead? What do I have now..? What do any of us have?" Asked the lost girl, in the back of his head Menma grinned like a madman, but in the forefront he kept his face calm.
"You can have us, if ya want." He offered, garnering her stare, "Like I told Asia, we're a family. If ya want, I'd be more than happy to have you in it." The dragon on his shoulder released a small trill of noise akin to curiosity as the girl stared into the electric blue eyes of the Dragon Keeper.
Menma was pretty sure she went back to being catatonic because she was sitting their for a good while, "A strange girl isn't she? A simple yes or no would suffice." Drawled the Blue Dragon King.
"I uh..." She stumbled, Menma only smiled assuringly, "Ah, yes please. Menma-san." She said quietly, Menma grinned widely.
"I am so getting into the battle suit, hahah!" He cheered mentally, he helped her stand and turned at the sound of feet, Rias and her Peerage were coming over.
"Excuse me a moment, I just have to loose my shit." He said with a bright smile that quickly turned into a foul, dark scowl as he turned on his heel.
"Menma-senpai, thank goodness you're ok..." Sighed The Red Dragon in relief with a bright smile on his face. "Eh..?" Menma just walked past Issei and stopped a step before Rias, staring her in the face before slamming the back of his hand into her cheek, knocking her on her ass.
"Enough with the fucking FIREBALLS! All you do is fuck me over you useless flesh-sack!" He bellowed, before spinning on his heel once more and walking away, grabbing Kiba's arm and twisting his until it snapped in his hand as the boy tried to stop him from leaving.
"Shall we go home?" He asked with a faux smile.
End Of chapter.
Got it out in under a few hours. Feel my hot, sticky love.
Raxychaz!