The warp of space and time left Issei feeling more dizzy than usual, as he stumbled when he felt his feet touch the ground, but was held up by a blond women with eyes as blue as the summer sky.
Of course, the women smirked slightly, as Issei got his bearings backs. That women was no-one other than Kuroka, using her senjutsu to change the perception of how she looks like.
The white hallways, the sterile smell and overall bustling of the hospital was unchanged. Issei, remembering the last time he was there, walked over to the reception.
''Hello. I would like to see Koneko Toujo.'' – He said, to the blond women that was looking down at a computer screen.
Issei noted, how even hospitals in Hell used computers to book the patients.
''And you are...?'' - The women responded, before raising her eyes, but when she did, her eyes went wide. –''The Heavenly Red Dragon Emperor...''
Issei smiled, curtly.
''Of course.'' – She called for a nurse, and when a nurse arrived, she spoke to her. –''Please lead these two to room 3-05.''
The nurse nodded, and lead the two of them towards the 3rd floor, where they entered room 05. Issei nodded to the nurse, who did the same, and exited the room, leaving only Issei and Kuroka in the room.
Issei looked at the white bed, where Koneko slept on her back. Even though a blanket covered her, it was easy to notice the bundle of bandages that ran over her uncovered shoulder.
The calm, although a bit slow, beeping of the heart monitor was only heard trough the room. Issei walked over to her and simply observed her. Her rather frail-looking complexion was even softer.
Or possibly it only looked like that, because she was sleeping between the white sheets and white, soft pillows.
Issei sighed, as Kuroka sat down on the edge of the bed. Koneko's short frame didn't even reach the end of the bed.
''Is what I am doing right, Kuroka?'' – Issei spoke. –''Or am I a simple, dumb child, who is in over his own head?''
''Nothing that we do is ''right'' per se, but I wouldn't call this dumb.''
She responded, leaving out her usual act of a cat.
Seeing someone else sleep in a hospital bed was odd for him. Most of the times it was the other way around. He was the one who was hurt, injured, and he slept in a hospital bed, while others looked down at him. In his past, it didn't happen like this. The narrow deaths and sparing of them wasn't really real. It was either to fight, kill the enemy and survive, or to die. The middle path wasn't there...and yet, he was spared.
''Is it really fine for me to have someone as a disciple?'' – Issei spoke up.
Margit was a talented women who knew how to teach others. Issei wasn't like her...only thing that he can offer is ruin, pain and violence.
Kuroka looked at him and sighed. –''Calm down...I can feel the dark emotions from all the way over here.''
He sighed, once again.
It somehow felt detached, but Issei was pulled out of the dark thoughts when he felt something tugging at the edge of his shirt. He glanced down, meeting Koneko's dull eyes.
''...Teacher.''
Issei froze, on being called that.
''Please don't abandon me.'' – Koneko asked, with a quiet, trembling voice.
Issei looked at her gentle, sad expression...as tears began to fall from her face.
''...I know I couldn't defeat them...but please, don't stop being my teacher...I will become stronger.''
Issei clenched his jaw, as he understood how big of a dipshit he was.
''Kuroka, can you punch me?''
Her fist came not a second later, as Issei stumbled to the side, fully taking the hit.
Kuroka purred and looked at Koneko. –''That one was for making my sister cry.''
Koneko onlooked what was happening with wide eyes.
Issei slapped himself a few times, and then he touched Koneko's white hair. He gently ruffled her hair, and began to speak. –''Sorry, Koneko. I am a complete moron when it comes to things like these. I always doubt myself and wallow in self pity...I'm dense, you know?''
''He is.'' – Kuroka nodded, having sat back down on the bed.
''Anyways...I'm sorry for what I said. You don't need to fall into the same mindset as I have about strength. It isn't everything in the world. Don't worry, child, I will never abandon you...so rest, please.''
He brought his hand out of her hair and put it into his pocket. Koneko smiled gently and closed her eyes, Issei meanwhile used his other hand to wipe the small and slow stream of blood from his lip.
''I'll go visit the other two.'' – Issei said to Kuroka.
She got up, and pulled him against the door. She glanced into his eyes and spoke. –''...You could take your own advice.''
''...You know me. Do as I say, not do as I do.''
''...I'm just worried.''
''I know.'' –Issei gently smiled . –''...I need the strength to carry the burden, you know.''
She nodded. –''...but that doesn't mean you can't rest...your obsession of strength is borderline crazy. It will be the end of you.''
''Doesn't matter.'' – Issei responded, and gently pushed her off. –''Can you do something so Koneko heals faster?''
Kuroka gave him a sheepish glance and nodded, going back to Koneko, as Issei exited the room, and gently closed the door.
After asking the nearby nurse for directions, he entered Xenovia's room. She was already up, sitting upright in the hospital bed. She was wrapped in bandages from her midriff to her shoulders.
''Oh. Hey Issei.'' - She said, nonchalantly, when she noticed him.
He raised his hand. –''Yo.'' – After that, he went over to her bed and sat on the edge. Xenovia's yellow eyes met his, as she dully glanced at him.
She was like that, a lot. They didn't talk too much, but they had sparred a few times. Even though there was that whole thing where Issei ''pushed'' her trough a desk, there wasn't any awkwardness between them. Xenovia was aloof like that, but Issei didn't mind. It was the other way around, even.
''So, you seem to be holding up alright.'' – Issei began.
''I'm fine.''
''Good to hear. I heard that your chest was cut, so I was afraid for your rack.'' – He said, and smiled sheepishly at her.
Her eyes fluttered, as she smirked. –''Nah, these are fine.'' – She brought her arms up and touched her own breasts, trough the bandages.
''No shame at all.'' – Issei stated.
''Why should I be ashamed of these?'' – She asked, and lead Issei's eyes lower, to her firm chest, and the remaining bare, well-toned midriff, as the blanket was pushed back down to the lower part of her stomach.
''Point taken.'' –Issei stated, and shrugged. –''Anyways, how was the fight?''
''Quite disappointing.'' – She answered, and let her hands rest on the blanket.
''What happened?'' – Issei asked her, smiling aloofly.
''Can't really tell. Teamwork was really bad from our side, I guess. The enemy had four arms, I couldn't get in...and Durandel couldn't break his demonic swords.''
''I see.'' – Issei nodded. –''Siegfried is very strong...although the four arms surprise me.''
''It was a balance breaker.''
Issei's eyes narrowed a bit. –''Fascinating...''
Xenovia observed Issei, and noticed that he himself was quite ruffled up, as small bits and pieces of scratches remained, and his palm was burned.
''How was your fight?''
''Mine?'' – He asked, feigning ignorance.
''Yes. You fought Cao Cao.''
''Could have been better. He is a prodigy unlike any other.''
''He's a human, yes?''
Issei nodded.
''...These days the enemies just seem to become stronger and stronger.''
''It doesn't seem like it. It is like that.''
She exhaled. –''At least I'm getting an upgrade for my weapon.''
This was the first time Issei had heard something about it. –''Upgrade?''
''Yes.'' – She smiled. –''The church is working on it, fusing the few pieces we have of Excalibur together for it become stronger.''
''Good to hear.'' – Issei responded, and got up from the bed. –''Take care. I'll visit Kiba.''
She nodded, and slid back into a sleeping position.
As Issei asked for the directions to Kiba's room, he thought how easy it was to speak with Xenovia. She was frank, aloof, but straight. She didn't do the usual talking in circles crap that most people did.
Issei opened the doors to Kiba's room, and only the same beeping as in Koneko's room could be heard in his. He was unconscious, and his arm was wrapped in bandages...probably knocked out by medicine. It would be easy.
To kill him, that is.
Issei scratched the bridge of nose, as he came closer to Kiba's bed. Issei was tired and he felt a ringing feeling in his head. He hadn't slept in a nice while, besides, the fact that Kuroka replenished his Ki reserves didn't mean that his soreness from the fight had went away.
He stopped just at the edge of the bed, looming over Kiba. His eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand.
Just before he touched Kiba's neck, he stopped.
He stared at Kiba and contemplated the pros and cons of the decision. He was taught to fight unfair. The easiest way to win the upcoming fight with Kiba would be to kill him now, before the fight could even begin.
Would it be despicable? Yes, it would, but he was despicable.
His hand was a few inches off from Kiba's throat. Issei almost felt how easy it would be to wring and break Kiba's neck...he could do it with a single hand, in a single motion.
But was it really necesary? Kiba would be a problem to him in the future, just because of Ascalon. Ascalon itself was a legendary, dragon slaying sword, a natural counter to Ddraig.
Issei stepped back, and face-palmed himself.
''What the fuck am I doing?''
He asked himself.
Was the repeated ''giving in'' to his old urges resurfacing even when he was not fighting? Was Maria's influence on his thoughts the source of this bad intent?
He exhaled and inhaled deeply. There was no need to kill Kiba. Besides, if he would, there was no way he wouldn't get caught as the perpetrator of that killing. It would be like hanging a giant flag that said ''I AM ACTUALLY A DOUBLE AGENT'', or writing ''Traitor'' on his own forehead.
''Calm down...I am strong enough.''
He said, to himself, and exited Kiba's room, having decided to go to Kuroka, and then to go straight home, to get some sleep. The small ringing feeling in his head turned even worse, becoming a straight on migraine.
The base of operations for Khaos Brigade wasn't a single place. It was a mix of places that scaled from run-down, abandoned apartment buildings, to full-on castles. Ophis stood on a balcony of a castle, overlooking a dark, misty forest. Nighttime was coming, and swallowing the distant trees.
She didn't show any emotions. She did have expressions, but those were very unusually creepy. The expression she did show the most was a smirk. She had smirked when Issei complimented her way of dressing.
A single, towering chime clock rang inside of the building, and so Ophis entered the room, closing the dark wood, windowed doors behind her.
The rooms interior was exquisite. A mix of dark wood, ivory and gems. The shelves of books that covered the walls were a bit messy, as a bunch of the old books were lying on the floor, or half taken from the shelves. The throne in the middle of the room was giant. Way too large for Ophis, but it was her's.
She made herself levitate, and sat herself down on the throne. She blankly gazed at the double-door that was in front of her, and awaited.
The crackling of the burning wood in a chimney to her side had remained as the only other sound, aside from the ambient noises outside. A few seconds later, the sound of footsteps overtook those sounds.
Those people knocked on her door, showing respect and courtesy, and after a few seconds opened the ivory double doors.
Cao Cao, Georg and Siegfried entered. They stopped a few feet away from her and bowed.
Ophis remained sitting in the ebony throne.
''We moved as planned. We didn't kill anyone, but we injured just enough to agitate Sirzechs. As our fighters will clash with the forces of Sirzechs, they will become stronger.'' – Cao Cao reported to her.
''...I see.'' – Ophis responded, apathetically. –''Do you have any plans?''
''Yes.'' - Cao Cao curtly responded. –''We will attack the Kyoto Youkai Faction, and we will kidnap their leader. She is a 9 tailed fox that has the power to summon The Great Red.''
Ophis nodded lightly.
''Is that all to report?'' – Ophis asked.
''The only thing to report would be to report the damage done to us in the attack, but I don't assume you care.'' – Cao Cao shrugged.
''Tell me.''
His eyes widened, but he answer Ophis without fumbling. –''A bunch of regular low-class devils and fallen angels died. Someone of the Gremory peerage killed the Astaroth heir, and Ddraig half-killed Beelzebub.''
At the mention of Ddraig, Ophis nudged her head slightly. It was a obscenely small gesture, but for Ophis, the Dragon God that didn't show emotions that was huge. Cao Cao narrowed his eyes. –''Are you interested in him?''
''I am.'' – She responded, still in the same blank tone. –''Did you fight him?''
''Yes. He has become stronger again. A lot stronger.''
Ophis looked downwards, staring at a single point, completely blanking out, while the three people opposite of her observed.
''...You can go.'' – Ophis stated after a few seconds of silence.
Cao Cao, George and Siegfried bowed once again and exited the room. Ophis shuffled herself out of the throne that was uncomfortable and exited onto the balcony once again. She blankly stared at the darkness lurking in front of her and floated a-top of the marble railings, sitting down.
She threw her small, slender legs over the edge, continuing to stare into the distance, as the darkness enveloped the forest even more. Night was coming, and the animals had shushed down, allowing her to enjoy the silence that she so much desired to have once more.
Issei woke up on the couch in now his house. Kuroka was slouching over him, her butt on his crotch, her hair in his face. One of Issei's legs was dangling over the side of the couch, other was pressed into the back of the couch.
He leaned his head back, looking at the room. His body was pushed a bit over the edge of the couch, and that made his whole back feel very stiff.
The room was a mess of clothes, alcohol bottles and thrown around things. The small desk in front of them was broken, and the chairs were turned over and the TV was stabbed into the wall with 4 knives, one for each corner. On the middle of the flat-screen, there was a big target mark and there were 10 or so knives thrown into it.
Issei sighed, and raised his arms. Well, only one, because the other had gone completely numb from being pressed under Kuroka. He used his other one to pull it from under her and tried to flex it to get the blood flow going.
He remained lying there, enjoyed the softness of Kuroka, who was completely naked, if not for the small, thin blanket that had wrapped her lower body in.
Two days had passed since the fight with Cao Cao.
How had he even ended up in this kind of situation? His mind was trying to piece it back together, but it was having difficulties to do so, as the alcohol had completely wiped his mind clear of anything.
First was...of course. They had bought a lot of heavy alcohol to ''calm down''. That had worked, as they played around, laughed, wrestled, made love, did a knife throwing contest, and made love again.
The blood rushed like a river in his arm, making it come back alive, coupled with the familiar pins and needles feeling, and so Issei slowly raised himself up, spun his body to the side, and allowed Kuroka to slide out of his lap. He got up, trying to keep himself up straight, as he stumbled from the sudden change of position.
He yawned, as he grabbed into his face and walked over to the kitchen, washing his face and drinking water. Then he found a pair of joggers thrown over one of the kitchen counters and put them on.
Then he found a real blanket and covered Kuroka and decided on cleaning the living room next. The easy part was to gather the clothes, as Issei picked up Kuroka's skinny jeans and shirt, and his own t-shirt, socks and her black lace panties.
After going upstairs and throwing everything into the washing machine, he went downstairs and began to clean up everything else. The liqueur bottles, the broken furniture, snack wrappers and tried to think of a way to get the TV off the wall.
''Fuck this...'' – He said pulling out the ten that were thrown into the middle of the screen. With an almost inaudible clang they fell the to the floor. Then he pulled the bottom two corner knifes out, and slowly pulled the remaining two, catching the falling TV.
It was obviously beyond saving, so he simply stepped outside, carrying the tv in his between his armpit, and threw it over to the trash...then he quickly got back in, realizing he had stepped outside without a shirt, and feeling how chilly it was outside.
He returned to the living room to find Kuroka sitting up right, stretching. She extended her hands into the air, behind her head and arched her chest outwards.
''Nice.'' – Issei stated.
She froze, looked at him, smiled...and arched her back even more, letting out a cross between a yawn and moan.
''You know, we are going to need a new TV and a new other things. Who is going to be paying for it?'' – Issei asked, in a aloof tone. He was obviously kidding.
''Who cares, nyaa~'' – She responded, fighting off sleep. –''We're rolling in cash from all the jobs we've done.''
''...We kind of are...'' – Issei chuckled.
''Let's redecorate, how about it?''
Issei let out a playful sigh. –''Sure. What do you want it to look like?''
She smirked, and let out a playful purr. –''I WANT A BIG BATH ON THE SECOND FLOOR!~''
''Huh?'' – Issei was surprised by the sudden screaming.
''A giant bath, and a lot of space around it to move around and stuff. You know, like a whole floor made just for a bath. It would have a nice ceiling glass, covered in artwork...somewhere to relax.''
She purred, and showed a cute, catlike smile.
''Alright. But if we do that, then I want a basement floor to be turned into a training ground.''
''Only if I get to use it too.''
''Of course.''
''Done.''
''...The kitchen needs renovations as well.'' – Kuroka chuckled.
''Our room needs to be bigger too...'' – Issei added.
Wasn't before long that they had thought out all the different options they wanted to try out.
''...What about the TV, then?'' – Kuroka grinned, remembering what the whole conversation was about at the beginning.
Issei laughed, and so did Kuroka. –''...Just a big one.''
After that was spoken about, Issei decided to take a bath, taking Kuroka with him. The shower was rather small and cramped, as both of them stood under the hot water. Kuroka purred, as Issei washed her long, silky black hair, poking at her chest or running his hands over her midriff or butt.
It was a nice pause from the fighting, training and anger. Things like this always would happen after big fights, in the cool-down times. Even if the playfulness was a bit faked or acted, it didn't matter, because it felt real. The whole dynamic felt fresh and wonderful.
They had woken up late in the morning, but by the time they were eating breakfast, it was already midday.
Issei had done the cooking part, while Kuroka simply sat around, with her feet put up on the table, dressed in simple joggers and a t-shirt that was too big for her, and thus revealed one of her shoulders.
Issei placed the plates of food in front of her, and pushed her feet off. She shot him a playful glare, while he showed her his tongue, and sat next to her.
After a small while, Life Energy fluttered in the hallway, and Issei, who had grabbed a knife from the desk, ready to throw it, lowered it.
The golden blond man stopped in the doorless archway that moved from the corridor to the kitchen. He leaned against it, crossing his arms. He smiled, his red eyes narrowing slightly.
''Ah, am I disturbing a family dinner?'' – He asked, tilting his head to the side.
He was dressed in black, slightly ripped, slim jeans, Chelsea boots and a black hoodie, that was barely noticeable under the opened leather jacket. A golden chain hanged over it, matching his golden earrings.
Issei smirked at him. –''Not really. Sit down, have some coffee or something, Gilgamesh.''
Gilgamesh entered the kitchen and sat down, opposite of Issei, while Kuroka raised from her chair and prepared some coffee.
''So, did you want to talk with me, Boss?'' – He asked, placing his arms on the table.
Issei nodded. –''Have you grown stronger over these months?''
''I have.'' – He responded, after a small amount of thinking. –''I've been running some jobs for Miss Maria, together with training and blacksmithing.''
''Good. I need you to spar with me. A lot.'' – Issei responded, smirking at him.
''Spar? You mean like training or, ah, thanks Kuroka-shii, like a full-on fight?'' – Gilgamesh stopped mid-sentence, to thank Kuroka for the coffee.
She, however karate-chopped the dome of his head lightly. –''That's ''Kuroka-sama'' to you.''
As he waited for the scolding hot coffee to cool off, Issei chuckled.
They had always been like that, back in the Zero Army. Before the death of his teacher, when they needed a team was bigger than them two, they had taken Gilgamesh, Slade, Fleimel and Kuroka along with them. Gilgamesh was someone who took it easy all the time, except for training. His stunningly good looks, tall frame, broad shoulders and the laid-back attitude made him a giant, stylish playboy, while the extreme talent, his sacred gear and the training he also did made him a deadly opponent to face.
He enjoyed the rush of adrenaline, so he had no fear in fighting, even if it was a horde of unending enemies.
''I want to fight against someone using a spear. You can, right?'' – Issei asked, and took a sip of his own coffee.
''Yeah.'' – Gilgamesh stated, as spears appeared from thin air behind him, floating in the air. One was golden and decorated, another completely black and simple, while the third was silver and engraved. A few more appeared, as Issei waved his hand, and Gilgamesh made the spears disappear. He took a sip of the coffee in front of him. –'... Delicious as always.''
''Of course.'' – Kuroka made a ''hmph'' sound and continued to nibble on her food.
''So, when are we training?''
''Let's see...'' – Issei pondered. –''I can skip school a few times a week. I can't train after school, because that is when Koneko trains, and if I disappeared, she would get suspicious.''
''Night then?''
Issei nodded, as Gilgamesh smirked.
''Just like the good old days, huh?'' –Gilgamesh, said, and downed the coffee in one go.
''Indeed. I'll get in touch soon. Koneko is in a hospital, so we can train right away.''
Gilgamesh extended his hand in a fist towards Issei, who looked at him, smirked and hit his own calloused fist against Gilgamesh's.
He looked at Kuroka and nodded. She waved her hand, dismissing him. He let out a pitiful chuckle, and disappeared from the kitchen.
And the two lovers remained,eating and chatting, as if the golden haired man had never been there.
Sirzechs' footsteps echoed in the exquisit hallway. At his side were his rook, Sutr the Second, wearing a similar robe as himself. He opened the oak double-doors and let Sirzechs enter. The people inside glanced at him.
Ajuka, Serafall, Azazel and Baraquiel, Micheal and Gabriel, all of them together with their bodyguards.
Sirzechs sat down in one of the throne-like chairs by the carved round table and began to speak. ''Thank you for arriving on such a short notice. I am grateful to you all.''
They all nodded in acknowledgment.
''As you well know, The Khaos Brigade have been making a name for themselves by unrelenting attacks on devil cities, meetings, parties, everything, causing chaos. I am keeping it under control here, but recently my sister's peerage was attacked. They were singled out, on purpose, to hurt me.''
If it was anyone but the strongest persons in the world in that room, they would suffocate from the pressure. –''Of course, my sister and her peerage is safe now. The target of the attack wasn't to kill, but to make a statement...they ''showed'' the world that her peerage was weak. Attacked in her territory, defeated and spared, just because of how weak they were.''
Silence, but it was broken by Serafall. –''What about The Keeper of the Red Heavenly Dragon? Was he not there?''
Sirzechs kept his composure, but was taken aback by how well-known Issei had become. –''He was. In the attack, Khaos Brigade lost the traitor Diodora and Beelzebub was injured critically by Issei, who then held back Cao Cao by himself.''
''The wielder of the God Slaying Spear was held back by the Red Dragon Emperor, even though a few months ago there was no way he could even try to stand against him?'' – Gabriel asked, her eyebrows arching.
Sirzechs nodded. –''Yes. He is always training, trying to become stronger. And honestly, his strength has grown exponentially. I think even I would have a hard time to go only hand-to-hand against him.''
Azazel smirked. –''This isn't all, correct?''
''It isn't...Kyoto has been hit by Khaos Brigade. The leader of Kyoto Youkai Faction has been kidnapped, and there were no effort to hide the fact. It's a challenge.''
''Completely disrespectful!~'' – Serafall spoke, in her ''cute, but offended'' tone, as she tilted her head. –''Shall we go and help?''
''If us, the leaders go, chaos will ensue. Complete panic will spread. We can't have that, we can't show weakness, not now.'' - Sirzechs responded, showing her a small smile.
''Let's send the youth.'' – Ajuka smirked, placing his hands together. -''Your sister's peerage is out, as half of them are in a hospital, but we can take The Red Dragon Emperor, or rather ''Ddraig'', as he calls himself and Saiaorg's Bell's peerage.''
''Mou, what about my sister?!~'' – Serafall puffed out her cheeks, shouting at Ajuka.
''Too weak.'' – Ajuka offhandedly replied.
''...Is it that serious?'' – The cute, playful tone disappeared, as Serafall sighed.
''Yes...even Loki has been sighted.''
''When are we moving them?'' – Azazel, who had been listening asked.
''Tomorrow, right?'' – Sirzechs spoke, not sure himself.
''Yes. Now would be too early. Knowing Issei, and knowing the Bael Heir, both of them are probably training...they would be too tired to fight.''
All of them collectively nodded, but then Gabriel spoke up. –''I know that the youth, especially Bael is very strong, but could they really hold it up against Loki? A Norse god?''
''They probably can...together. If they combine their punches, they will hit Loki into the moon~.'' - Serafall let out a cute chuckle.
''Besides.'' – Azazel added. –''I can send a group of mid-level fallen angels.''
''I also can lend some devils~.'' – Serafall added.
''That setles it.'' – Sirzehs nodded. –''We will send the youth, to prove that we can not be budged by their futile attempts. Thank you all for your presence...this meeting is over, if no one else wants to add anything.''
Silence followed, and so Sirzechs simply stated. –''Dismissed.''
Serafall walked over to him, and poken him in the stomach. –''Heyhey, if you say ''dismissed'', doesn't it sound like you are the leader of us all?''
He gave her a blank smile and scratched the backside of his head, as the other leaders began to teleport away.
The dimensional gap was infinite. It was a gap, a gap in which a normal person would disintegrate, while others who wouldn't, could get lost in forever. The ground was shattered, the old, cracked pillars had been thrown around and completely disfigured of what they had been. Spears laid broken all over the place, some of which had been stabbed into the ground, while others simply laid on the spider-web like ground, abandoned like toys, that someone had gotten bored of.
Issei was lying on the ground, his face turned towards the kaleidoscopic sky. His body was covered in fresh scars, all of them bleeding. His shirt and joggers were torn and cut, sticking to his body, completely drenched. He extended his hands sideways, and let out a loud sigh.
His breathing was uncontrollable, as his chest moved rapidly up and down, his lungs gasping for air.
Next to him, the blond Gilgamesh was gasping for breath, laying on the ground in a fashion very similar to Issei's. He grasped at his chest, grabbing into the golden chain. His face and stomach was blue and black, as one of his eyes was almost swollen shut and his nose was bleeding.
''We...are...going...to...kill...each other...like this..'' – He stated, barely able to talk.
Issei let out an inaudible grunt, as he remained stretched out on the dimensional gap's ravaged ground.
''...Kuroka and Fleimel...will probably...heal us...I hope.''
Author's notes.
TheLaughingStalk- Yo. Thank you for the review. I am very, very, very flattered. Blushing rn.
Thanks for everyone else...It means the world to me when people take their time to leave their thoughts.~
About this chapter. It was a set-up, of course. Showing a bit of the life that Issei lives with Kuroka.
Ah. They made Kuroka have some weird purple octagons with Japanese kanji or something, and purple blue orbs for attacks in the anime...I never expected for that to happen...BUT KUROKA WAS ANIMATED. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. YES. I was that excited, hot, bothered and sweaty. Mobage cards with Kuroka are also released~~~~~! The VA does a great job as well. Sorry for the inconsistency between my Kuroka's style of fighting and the anime versions.
Gilgamesh is a mystery, but will be revealed. No, he isn't the literal Gilgamesh, just a fake.
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Thanks for reading, as always, I am grateful. Leave a review, if you enjoyed and/or have a question. I do answer the reviews with PMs.
Next time, EXPECT PUNCHING.
ah, CHECK OUT ''EVENT HORIZON/REMAIN SUFFERING''. It is another AU Issei story from me. A bit more gritty, bit more on the mental problems side.
Thanks~~~~(in a cute Serafall voice, as she puffs her cheeks)