Hello everyone, been awhile. My classes are over for a whole...week and a half and I've enough time to actually get a chapter out! Which was shoddy slapped together and is a kind of not so great thing that's quality is all over the place. Didn't help that it's purpose is to just get Issei up and ready for the real, actually interesting parts.
So with some of the comments, lets see...
Issei's personality was kept the same because I felt that perversion was a central part to his character. The man obtains perverted enlightenment, for Christ's sake. Not having the man on the higher end of the perv scale would feel more like an OC wearing an Issei-skin suit, if anything.
One reviewer mentioned the power of destruction being more than just a suped up laser, and he's right. While I'd mentioned it could derp with existences in all of one brief sentence, I didn't go much into detail on it because, well, I couldn't think of a means to explain it. I'm kind of a crappy writer like that. So if he doesn't mind, I'll be yanking that for a later chapter explanation.
Why yes Issei does get a peerage. Fairly soon. Reeeeaaaalllyyy soon.
Like, keep reading and you'll see how soon.
With that out of the way.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. I live a sad and poor life, alas.
So then, let the story begin...
Life 2
Part 1
Issei Hyodo Gremory was a man who'd stormed into the base of fallen angels to save a friend. Who'd challenged a pompous fire bird noble in a duel to decide the fate of his now wife. Who'd even survived an excruciating ritual to turn himself into a legend among demon kind.
Now, he was to meet his first chess piece. The Saint was scared out of his wits.
"Keep your chin up, back straight, and don't speak out of turn." Grayfia continued to repeat the same thing she'd told him for the past hour while fussing over his clothing in the massive halls of the Gremory castle. Having been abruptly taken from his routine training, shoved into a bathroom and scrubbed down by ten some odd maids; the Saint's mind had been struggling to keep up with the spontaneous turn of events. It didn't help that Grayfia had been uncharacteristically hasty and rushed him from location to location in preparation of his meeting.
Lovingly crafted European furniture lined the ivory-tinted walls, and the occasional painting could be spotted as one made way down the red carpeted floor. Some of these paintings were from ages long past, things crafted hundreds of years ago. Some of them were more modern and familiar, like the family paintings that'd been scattered through the halls.
One of them involved a far younger Rias being held up by the Lord Gremory, the little girl's arms wrapped dearly around her father's neck and shyly looking away from whoever was painting them.
It was the most adorable thing Issei had ever seen in his life.
He wasn't biased in the slightest because it was his wife.
Not at all
Issei tugged at his cuffs in dissatisfaction. This had been the first time he'd worn Victorian styled attire. A classical tuxedo shirt tucked into a pair of cotton trousers, which was layered with a stripped four pocket vest that was in turn layered with cut away coat. Around his collar was a promptly tied string bow, and like the rest of his get up his shoes and gloves were a varying shade of brown.
It felt a bit stuffy to him, frankly. Formal clothing just wasn't his thing, and given half a chance he'd be walking into the meeting in casual clothes, or even his school uniform. Grayfia had informed him when he'd asked for a switch that the Underworld was an ever changing place of style and fashion. Right now, Victorian dress was in and should "endeavor to appeal to the shifting tastes of the demon nobility for the betterment of the Gremory Family."
This was secret noble code, he imagined, for 'suck it up and wear the damn suit'.
"And above all else," Grayfia was finishing up her lecture while fiddling with his collar, "relax." Then the head maid did that thing of hers. The silver beauty was, above all else, a professional. Keeping a stoic expression while in service to the Gremory family one would be lucky to get the slightest of twitches or muscle pull. Yet she had this skillof hers. The ability to provide small, affectionate smiles; her lips barely moved, just a bit of a curl upwards really. Yet the Saint always saw them when she wanted (needed?) him too, and whenever he was graced with such a smile Issei always experienced an overwhelming flow of emotions.
It was barely a twitch of the lips and the boy already felt himself go weak at the knees. Was this the skill of an older woman? Was Rias going to learn how to do this eventually? Issei gulped at the thought, the Saint didn't think he could handle such a thing!
As the grand doors to Sirzechs inner sanctum creaked open, Grayfia quickly checked her pocket watch. "Issei-sama," she said, returning to her professional stoicism, "It's time." With a single twist of her wrist the watch was gone and Issei soon found himself being herded into the workplace of his brother-in-law.
The inner office of Lord Maou was rather simple in tastes remise of the outer halls, ivory walls and red carpeting. It was spacious enough to hold his work desk along with a set of couches and a table between them, and still have room to spare. As Issei moved further into the office, Grayfia always kept two steps behind him. The years of practice giving her a perfect, confident stride while Issei was more shuffling forward in anxiety.
The Maou was sitting behind his desk, tea cup and plate in hand. When the man spotted the Saint, he smiled broadly and set his cup down to wave the boy in. "Come in, come in Ise-kun! Sit, sit, have some tea."
"Good day, Issei-sama."
On the couch was a cringingly familiar individual. She was a lithe individual wearing a long, pink frilled dress of a noblewoman. Daintily sipping from her cup, and humming in delight, the individual turned her sharp, dark-blue eyes on him.
"R-ravel?" The Saint started to feel himself sweat, nervously tugging at his collar.
"Yes?" She asked softly, a knowing smile playing her lips. Then her eye's trailed upwards. "Nice hair."
Issei unconsciously combed a hand through his hair, which was still recovering from its magical ritual induced dying. There were just wisps of silver left in it, his normal brown almost returned, but there was still enough of a 'Saint's mark' to be visible. "T-thanks," he stuttered.
Issei looked to the side, anxiety welling up in him. The last time he saw Ravel was during his wife's engagement party to the girl's older brother; right before showering the man in holy water, in fact. Since then he'd, well, not seen or heard anything from the family since.
With some encouragement from Sirzechs, the Saint found himself sitting right across from Ravel with some freshly poured cup of tea in hand. Issei was quite content to keep his gaze off the fire bird in favor of looking at his brother-in-law.
Lord Sirzechs placed his tea cup to the side and leaned forward, steeping his hands. "Now, let's get down to business. Due to certain actions taken by the Gremory family to the Phoenix's-"
"Beating my brother within an inch of his life and cutting off a contracted marriage," Ravel interrupted before sipping her tea.
"-We've now found ourselves having lost favor with the family in question." Sirzechs was unruffled by Ravel's statement. Then he limply waved his hand from side to side, as if to blow off what he just said. "Well, unofficially the family didn't mind. Lord and Lady Phoenix felt someone needed to knock Raiser off his high-horse and having a lesser demon do so was exceptional."
"L-lesser." Issei felt himself sink into the couch. Sure, he was a reincarnated devil, and was weak during the fight, and pretty much relied solely on luck but…but…
Issei drank his tea.
"Mother and Father extend their unofficial thanks for throttling their son." Ravel added on, smiling like she was on some inside joke.
"However, appearances must be kept," Sirzechs continued, hands returning to their steeped position, "As such we've come to an agreement over how to deal with their grievances."
"A-and that is?" Issei was shaking a bit. He wasn't exactly the savviest demon on the politic scene, having spent the majority of his time in the Underworld getting his shit kicked in, so the Saint was feeling nervous over what the fire birds could possibly want.
"Grayfia, if you would." The silver maid left her husband's side to hand Issei a stack of papers. On the front page were the words PHOENIX TRADITIONS in bold, followed with 'by Ravel Phoenix'. The Saint knitted his brows in confusion and looked to Sirzechs for answers.
"Lady Ravel?" He deflected it to the fire bird.
The demoness cleared her throat, and straightened her back. Lifting a single finger she began her lecture. "The esteemed Pheonix family carries a long and prestigious history of immortals," she was sounding just a tad too pompous for his taste, "during which we've established a set of traditions befitting such an honorable and glorious lifespan, all of which have been organized and explained in detail in this report."
"One such tradition," Sirzechs carried on for Ravel, "is having a family member serve as a representative to those that 'best the sons of fire and science'. During their stay with you, the Phoenix in question will be observing and analyzing your daily routine and combat style."
"I-I see."
"Or in other words, it means they're trying to learn how to crush you," Issei, who was sipping his tea, found himself choking on it. With a few smacks to the chest, the Saint looked at his brother-in-law like he was crazy. "Well, it's true. You're being considered a threat now. Isn't that great Ise-kun? You're finally getting some respect!"
He didn't want that kind of respect!
"And I," Ravel spoke up, a hand placed on her chest and a nose up in the air, "am the chosen representative of the family. You should be grateful!"
"…Uh huh." Issei squinted at the fire bird, anxiety quickly draining from him.
"Lady Ravel will be serving as your Bishop during her stay." Reaching down and searching around behind the desk, Sirzechs finally pulled out a brown case. "Now, as for the other pieces…" With a 'click', the case opened and Sirzechs spun it around to show its contents.
"Rejoice, Issei Hyodo Gremory! Your right as king has arrived!" Issei's eyes lit up like child that's just been given an early Christmas.
Chess pieces
A peerage
His peerage!
"Hold on." Something was off. He was missing a few pieces. The bishop had already been explained; she was sitting right across from him. But that didn't explain the other missing piece. "Sirzechs-sama," Issei quested as his eyes continued to eye the chess set, half in awe of his future minions, half worried that he wasn't granted a complete set, "I'm missing a pawn."
Sirzechs blinked, stood up and looked down into the case. "Huh, imagine that. You are." The Lord Maou's comment was half-hearted, and his expression wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he knew. Issei groaned.
"…Can you at least tell me who it is?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about Ise-kun." No, of course you didn't. Silly him.
"Is that all?" The Saint asked weakly, feeling his emotions drained. He really just wanted to go rest somewhere, or get back to training, or, just, anything that wasn't here dealing with crazy people.
"No, but I'll let Ria-tan handle the rest. We'll call the meeting here. " Then he leaned back and clapped his hands, which confused the boy. "Congratulations on getting your first piece Ise-kun!" And then his face stretched into a mischievous grin, "and, of course, on the acquisition of your third mistress."
"Eh?"
Ravel placed the tea cup onto it's plate, and with her fingers interlaced in front of her, gave Issei a dazzling smile, "Let's do our best from now on, okay? Master."
Part 2
"And you were just so cool!"
"Hah."
Sitting in one of the many lounges of the Gremory estate, which was fabulously furbished liked everything else in their ridiculously sized castle, Issei found himself once again sitting face to face with the daughter of flames. Except now they weren't dealing business and the girl was now letting everything that she'd been bottling up during their initial meeting.
In front of his wife
While wearing a maid uniform
He had a hunch who was responsible for this, and when questioned all Ravel had to mention was a pony-tailed maid for him to groan.
Sitting next to him, and having to endure the constant gushing of his newly minted piece, was Rias. Unlike the others in the room, she'd forgone any attempts at Victorian fashion in favor of a much more familiar school uniform. Cross-legged, cup in hand, the Crimson Tempest choose to keep her silence in the ensuing flood of heroic praises and over the top flattery. Issei wisely choose to keep his responses as short as possible, and sipped his tea.
The one who really carried the conversation was Akeno. Like Ravel she'd been dressed up in her maid uniform and was standing with Asia behind the couch Rias and he shared. Issei had asked them to at least join them in sitting, but all he got was a 'tsk, tsk' from Akeno who told him they were 'on the clock'.
This hadn't stopped her from making casual conversation with Ravel.
"But you know," Ravel leaned forward, elbows resting on knees and in turn her chin resting on her folded hands, "You haven't been saying much Master."
"I'm, uh, just tired."
"He's been training non-stop you know," Akeno offered helpfully, hand on her cheek, "we've been pushing him hard to reach Ultimate level."
"So I hear," The fire bird glanced him over, and Issei found himself looking away in embarrassment. Her eyes narrowed, as if she apprising him of his current condition. Then she frowned, and clicked her tongue in disappointment, "he doesn't look like he's even close," Ow, his pride, "will he be continuing his training?"
"No." Rias spoke up, drawing the attention of the others. She took a single sip of her tea, letting the suspense hang in the air, before gently placing cup back on its plate, "He's being sent home."
"H-home?"
He, well, he didn't really know how to handle that kind of news. Like everything else that was happening today, it was abrupt and mind-boggling. His eyes shifted, and the Saint sank back into his seat. He suddenly felt his strength drain from him. "…Home…"
There was a lot he'd have to deal with; his friends (all of two), his school, his…parents. It'd be over a year since he'd step foot on his plane, and he just did not know how he was going to deal with it. Rias sent a side-ward sympathetic glance at her husband, and took another drink from her cup.
"Yes, home. We've-"
"By 'we' she means 'her-self'," Akeno interrupted, looking away innocently when Rias turned to deliver the girl a traitorous glare.
"We," Rias turned back to Issei," have decided you've spent enough time training and need a break. You're being sent back home tomorrow on the Gremory's personal express."
"Well, technically all of us are going back." Akeno looked over to Asia, who was entirely adorable with how serious she was trying to be as a maid, "We're your escorts as a Lord of Gremory. Though it's really just so we can go back to work in our territory."
"Mhmm," Rias placed her cup down once again and turned to her husband, "we've all been taken out of school while you trained down here in Hell. It's been, well, over a year since you've been at school. The new years started and you'll be re-attending the grade you were in before the incident with Raiser."
Issei glanced between the girls, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, Bouchu, isn't that a bit much?"
"Pardon?"
As much as the Saint appreciated everyone waiting on him, really, he didn't want them to be forced to repeat just because the Gremory were favoring him. "I-I mean, everyone being held back because of me…"
Beat
His efforts of thoughtfulness were met with a round of assorted giggles. The reaction left the Saint's eyes once more shifting uncomfortably, and wondering if he'd said anything wrong.
"Oh Ise," Rias finally managed after her giggle fit, hand covering her mouth, "Fourteen."
"Three," Akeno piped up.
"Eight," Ravel offered.
"…One." Asia said, suddenly looking guilty.
"Eh?" Issei blinked.
Rias smiled, "It's the number of times we've completed high school."
And like that, the Saint's felt the gears in his head cease as one. It was a mental meltdown, and left the Saint nothing more than a babbling mess frantically looking from girl to girl; no, wait, woman-to-woman.
"Devil's live a long time, Ise." Rias continued, once more lifting up her cup. Frowning when she saw it empty, she raised her cup and Akeno was more than happy to oblige her with some fresh tea. "I've been going to high school for years now."
"B-but,"
"Of course, I've been through several college programs." Sipping her newly poured drink, the devil smirked at her husband, "but I still move around as a high schooler because it's easier."
"I-I-I-," Issei reeled back and pointed at the girls behind them, voice frantic "both of you, too!?"
"Sorry Master~," Akeno apologized without a smidge of regret, lips twirled up into a mischievous smile, "I've been through college too."
Pitiful eyes looked upon his pure joy, the nun turned maid, who was rubbing her arm with a free hand. "I-I haven't." Issei smiled in relief.
"She's been working on it while she was here though," Akeno added, forcing Asia into some defensive hand waving before letting them drop in despair when the queen maid revealed the whole truth. "She's almost finished too; aren't you proud master?"
"H-how!?" They hadn't been done in the Underworld nearly long enough for such a thing!
"The Devil's have developed an extremely advanced school and college curriculum" Rias grimaced, no doubt having been placed through the programs her-self. "It can be…brutal. We usually limit reincarnated devils to a few months at best to keep the stress from getting to them."
Then she smiled radiantly, "but Asia has done admirably to not only excel at her studies, but to do so while handling her work."
"I-I," She looked away in embarrassment, red tinting her cheeks, "I had a lot of help."
It was only then that the Saint had taken real, hard look at the nun. She looked healthy enough, but he could see her hair a bit frazzled and dark rings starting to form around her eyes. Devils were, by nature, more durable than humans – going sleep deprived wouldn't run them into the ground, as he knew from personal experience. Even then, something like this was fixed with a day or so of rest.
Yet the poor girl looked like she was about to kill over, so to speak.
Despite this new found discovery, or maybe because of it, the Saint felt his mouth pull into a smile brilliantly "Thank you, Asia."
"E-eh?" The ex-nun turned to him while copying her master's confused response. Her face was already flaring up, looking unsure of what he meant.
"You've been working hard to support me while doing all of this behind the scenes right?" He asked tenderly, looking at her fondly. "I can't even imagine how hard it's been for you, but…Thank you for always being there for me. I'd be lost without you, Asia."
A high pitch whistle sounded off, steam pouring out the girl and her face reminiscent of a tomato in color; her vision swimming in circles. With a few side turns of the head, as if trying to shake away his words, Asia muttered something before falling backwards and hitting the ground with a loud 'thud'.
"A-asia?!" The Saint called in alarm, climbing a bit over his seat to check on the girl.
"Ara ara, Master," Akeno spoke up, hand on her cheek, half out of habit, half out of an attempt to hide her deepening blush, "What a terrible thing you've done."
"Your horrible," Ravel tried to hide her tinted cheeks behind the tea cup.
"The absolute worst," Rias turned away from her husband, face a mix of rosy cheeks accompanied by a dissatisfied frown. She sipped her tea.
"What'd I do!?"
Part 3
Akeno had always enjoyed the simple things in life.
So when Rias had mentioned the day before that they'd be riding on the express back home instead of, say, just transferring via summoning symbol she was perfectly fine with it. Usually express riding was a means of registration for new devils – yet Issei and Asia had been with them for over a year by now, and Issei was a legal member of the Gremory family (and Asia as a registered mistress). So it was a novelty thing, really.
She sat across from Lady Phoenix, whom she was engaging in a game of chess with. The young (?) fire bird was rubbing her hair in frustration over Akeno's most recent move, and the lightning priestess tried her hardest not to look too smug over it.
As her attention drifted, Akeno found her-self eyeing their fellow passengers. On the other side of the train sat Rias, her King, and Issei, her master…and Asia, who'd taken to sleeping on the Saint's lap. Scrunched up in the two-seater, the little girl was comfortably resting her head on his thigh. Her snores filled the cabin, and no one was willing to wake the ex-nun.
She was just too cute.
The lightning priestess hadn't expected Asia to ask for such a thing as a lap pillow when she nudged Issei to reward her, but with a bit of coaxing the shy girl had finally confessed her wish.
It was a bit frustrating, Akeno would admit, how she lost her chance at a lap pillow during the train ride. Great minds think a like, huh?
"Hah!" the fire princess exclaimed, and all eyes turned to glare at her. Suddenly finding her-self under the scrutiny of the collective entourage, Ravel sunk a bit into her seat and sheepishly mouthed a 'sorry'.
Akeno took a quick glance at the board, smiled slyly, and moved one of her pieces. Miss Phoenix's jaw slacked a bit, before grinding her teeth in frustration.
Turning away from the fuming noble, Akeno returned to her earlier examination – specifically her King and Master. Both of them looked relieved, like the stress that'd been built up over the last year suddenly vanished. Rias wasn't even making a fuss over Asia's request, which could just as well have been the soft spot she held for Asia at work but still. That wasn't explaining the shared, content smile the two held. Or the tired look in their eyes.
Or Rias being spaced out most of the day
Or her master skipping through the garden this morning
…Oh, who was she kidding? It was obvious what'd happened.
"Ara, ara," finger on her chin, mischief shinning in her eyes, Akeno asked with all the innocence in the world, "Did you two have sex last night?"
The ensuing flushed expressions and stuttered denials just made her smile grow. Ravel gave the two a puzzled look.
"They hadn't done it yet?" She looked back to Akeno for confirmation while moving a piece.
"He's been fairly busy~." Not to mention the whole 'could accidentally murder her with holy magic' part. That was a bit of a cock block.
"Mmm," she hummed, her interest in the matter already waned, shifting her full attention to the board. Akeno shrugged and gave one final look to the two, who'd taken to looking out the window at the ever fascinating darkness and nothing.
So adorable
Glancing over the board and moving one last piece, the lightning priestess gave a playful smile.
"Check mate~"
Part 4
Standing on the door steps of his former home, Issei wondered how he was going to handle meeting his parents.
It'd been over a year since he'd seen them, and everything looked exactly as he'd left it. He'd honestly been expecting some over-the-top, expensive housing to have consumed his home, given how free the Gremory seemed to be with their money, but no. Here it was the same little terrace he left when he'd gone to Hell to fight for Rias.
And he found that, with all the crazy he'd had to deal with recently, coming home to something normal was, well, nice.
"Are you alright, Issei-kun?" The Saint turned to Asia, who'd tailed him back home along with Ravel. Rias had been intending to return with them but after Kiba whispered something to her, she'd excused her-self with all her peerage but the ex-nun. She fidgeted under his gaze.
Was she as worried as he was?
"It has a simple charm to it, I suppose." Ravel seemed to be off in her own little world as she examined his home. Then she turned her attentions to Issei, "so are we going inside any time soon, master? I'm rather curious at how the meager live."
"Haah…" He chose not to comment on her choice of words, and instead turned back to the door. Steeling his nerves and taking one, long breath, the Saint took hold of the knob and twist.
"Welcome home, Issei-dono!" Said the griffin headed butler carrying a basket of laundry, walking in nothing but a pair of bright pink, fluffy robes.
"What."
Part 5
It'd been the next day that Issei Hyodo Gremory found him-self in class, face in his hands, and very much wishing he was still in Hell. If it wasn't the newly minted birdman butler happily cleaning around his home, and his parents apparently being okay with this, it was this nuisance sitting behind him. He may have gotten his teeth kicked in on a daily basis on the Gremory estate, but that was less painful than having to deal with…with…
"Will you stop?" Issei turned around to look at Raynare, who'd spent the past ten minutes loudly filing her nails.
"Hmm?" Raynare had her feet casually kicked up on the desk, easily balancing her chair on its back legs. She smirked at Issei, "Problem?"
The Saint groaned. This routine had been going on since homeroom, and he knew snapping at her would just make the fallen angel find new and creative ways to annoy him. Worst, she'd been doing it without the teachers saying anything about it and he wanted to know why.
He knew why the woman was here. Rias liked to move subtly, under the guise of a student; she said as much yesterday. And with how everyone was spontaneously listing off the number of times they'd completed schooling, it wasn't hard to figure out that the Crimson Tempest liked to keep her servants as high schoolers too.
"But why does she have to be in my class?" Issei mumbled dis-heartedly. He wasn't against her attending their school. And he had to admit, she looked amazing in the school uniform. Strutting around in that very, very small skirt of hers and leaving a button or two off her blouse to give a teasing look at her lacy bra. But as good looking as the woman was, that didn't mean Issei wanted her nearby.
Since she'd, you know, killed him.
"Blame your-self or god. I'm leaning towards the former, personally." She'd naturally heard him, enhanced demon hearing in full effect. Then she went back to her nail filing.
It didn't help that he'd just gotten a text message, not minutes before class started, from Sirzechs revealing who his new pawn was. Raynare had been informed around the same time, and was now more or less aiming to make his school life a living hell. Or so he assumed.
Issei was going to murder that man.
"So, master," Raynare started mockingly as Issei turned around to try and enjoy what little study time there was left that period, and fail to ignore his new pawn, "what's our plan for the day~?"
"Don't call me that."
"B-but," Raynare pouted, feigning heart break and placing a hand on her considerable chest…and the gleaming trinket she stole from him, "master, how else am I supposed to greet one of your wondrous, magnificent, supreme amazing, spectacular, tremendous, ultimate-"
"Agggh, stop! Just-Just stop! Go make some contracts or something, you stupid angel!" He yelled at her, having lost what little patience he had left. Of all the people he had to be stuck in class with...
"But I already have plenty contracts,"
Issei snorted, "Yeah, uh-huh."
"It's true," She stated, lifting her manicured hand to point in the vague direction of the classroom. "Everyone in here's got a contract with me."
The Saint blinked, and gave woman a look of disbelief. "N-No way, you couldn't have-"
"In fact," she continued, cutting him off, "I have a contract with over half the school."
"I, ah, I, what?"
"Isn't that right boys and girls~?" She called out to the other students, who'd been between actual studying and watching the spectacle unfolding near the windows. Some of them failed to acknowledge the woman; others rubbed their necks sheepishly and looked at Issei apologetically. A few nodded their heads with enthusiasm, and a sole girl gulped.
"See? And I've even got half the teachers under my thumb too." The fallen angel said, unfolding and re-crossing her legs. If Issei had possessed half a mind right now, he'd have been treated to the sight of a rather provocative black thong.
But he wasn't
The Saint was nearly foaming at the mouth.
"I-…How?" Was the only thing he got across amongst his mind numbed stuttering.
Raynare let the question hang in the air for a moment, soaking in just how flustered the Saint was over her success. Then, with a casual voice, said, "Oh, you know, just normal things. Deliveries, cooking...lap dances."
"L-lap dances!?" Issei's eyes shifted across the room, as if scanning for potential suspects
"That was a joke."
"R-really?" He asked, hopeful.
Raynare smirked, "Maybe."
"What do you mean he's not here!?"
As one the class turned their heads to the upper floors. While the others may not have heard it, Issei and Raynare could hear the distinctive sound of things breaking. The sounds continued down the senior hallway, down the stairs and eventually up to the nearest room.
Yank open, slam shut.
Yank open, slam shut.
Whoever it was was looking for someone, and with Issei, fairly experienced with crazy by this point, knew exactly what the whirlwind of destruction that was marching it's way down the hall was looking for.
Him.
Standing at the doorway was a fairly attractive young lady, brown hair pulled up into twin-tails and violet eyes her defining traits. She was wearing their school uniform, though she forwent the shoulder-cap and corset that went with it, and was wore a pair of worn down sneakers in place of their usual shoes.
She took one look around the classroom, laid her eyes on him and smiled.
So much for a peaceful-ish day.
"Issei Hyodo-kun!" She called out to him, smile brilliant, "I've come to make you my bride!"
"...Bride?" Well, that was certainly new.
"Yes!" With a blazing look, she raised her hand into the air and clenched it, "And I won't stop until I've made you mine!" Said his newest, brightest head-ache.
At least she was cute.
Life 2
Two Ultimate's had sex and the castle is still standing. That's got to be a new record or something.
The scene with Ravel and Issei I thought was the best this chapter - it was written when I had more patience to work with. Which was little to begin with, sadly, as I'd already re-written the opening parts 3-4 times before settling on that as part 1. The entire chapter is just a test in endurance for me, when I'd thrown my hands up in despair trying to think of how to coordinate the damn characters/flow.
After the second part, I ran into trouble on the train scene and had to switch to Akeno for the first time. Akeno is admittedly fun to write for. Or at least, funner than Rias.
Part 4 was a rather cut short part that I kept in because why not.
People kept poking me with a stick and asking for Raynare. Here she is in all her sexy, skanky school girl uniform wearing glory. You're welcome.
I'll see you all whenever I can pump out a new chapter, which may or may not include Xenovia. Til next time fic reader.