AN: I do not own the High School DxD franchise or any part of it. I do not make money from writing ths fanfic in any way, shape or form.
AN2: A good portion of this came from Panther-Strife. I had some ideas for DxD but nothing that would worth writing down.
AN3: It's DxD. As of now there isn't any nudity, but that won't last long.
Chapter I
Issei Hyoundou looked at the ceiling of his room, laying on top of his bed, deep in thoughts. It was quite early, the sun nowhere near over the horizont. Usually he would be still asleep especially as it was the first day of the school break. Nowadays he had trouble sleeping at all, let alone 'till midday.
He always thought himself more or less average. True, everyone at Kuoh Academy knew him as one of the Perverted Trio, but he was at least open about his feelings. Not to mention with how large percentage of the female student body was simply gorgeous he felt himself justified as a teenager to lust after them.
His first year at the Academy was more or less perfect with his two best buddy, Matsuda and Motohama coming along. He was carefree and thanks to his less than stellar study habits had all the time to peak at the girls.
Not long before the end of his first year however an incident happened tha shook his family to the core. Iseei always knew that he took after his father in regards of his open pervertedness. The difference was that while he was a hormonal teenager his father was an adult man with a wife and kid. Akira Hyoundou was a patient woman, taking her husband lecherousness in stride for years, but the bad influence of it on Issei through the year and his blatant words to his secretary, which were tasteless even by Issei's standard, were too much for her.
They were separated, his dad officially living in an apartment a few blocks away as of two days prior. Issei didn't know when the divorce will be done with, but knew that it was coming. His mother was a wreck, sometimes looking better than he remembered seeing in a long time or worse than ever.
Issei didn't know how to handle the situation. For all his life he had nary a care, nor for his future, nor his family. He loved both his father and mother and his grandparents, but he thought everything was fine. His father had a good job, earning enough for his mother to stay at home with a parttime job as an interior decorator and Issei to buy anything that caught his fancy.
It became clear that maybe not everything was as fine and dandy as he believed them to be. The worst for the teenager was that part of him blamed himself for it. If his mother hadn't had to go to the school a week before after the Perverted Trio peeked on the kendo club again... His mother was adamant that sooner or later the result would have become the same. In the heat of their arguments Takata Hyoundou blurted out the fact that he was fucking his secretary hammering the last nail into the coffin of their marriage. She didn't know of it, but she would have found out of it eventually. She could let a few comments on other women being made in front of her slide. She knew her husband didn't lose his eyes or perverted nature just because he married her. What she couldn't forgive or forget was cheating on her.
At first Issei was appaled by his father actions. Akira Hyoundou was a milf as Matsuda and Motohama liked to tell him. Issei told himself that if he had someone as gorgeous as his mother all to himself he sure as hell wouldn't cheat on her. For Christ's sake they probably wouldn't leave the bedroom for a long time. The only problem was that it was a lie. At least the part of him not cheating on her. At the moment he was just as bad as his father if not even worse.
That revelation was like a punch to his face. He realized something: he needed to change and quickly at that if he wanted to have a meaningful life. Not only for his own sake but for his mother's as well. Not to mention his father last words on the day he left the house.
"From today you are the man of this house, Issei."
It was time he started acting like one.
Thanks to the ridiculous education level, the Academy - all of its divisions - had longer breaks than your average schools. It came at the price of slightly more intense school work all term long, but most of the student body was happy with the arrangement.
This year the break was even longer, two weeks. Issei heard that it was due of renovations, but the simple fact that the new school building was only a little more than ten years old and periodically got high-tech stuff during breaks made it hard to believe. Maybe the old school building that was still standing?
In all honesty he cared very little about it. When he first heard it was because he could have more free time. Now, because it gave him time to get hold of his life.
Issei didn't have much of a plan for it though. After a few minutes he decided to hold off on that front until he had more time to get used to the new situation. He only hoped that helping his mother for the time being would be enough.
For starters, he was out of bed well before his usual time. Despite of that when he came downstairs his mother was already there preparing breakfast.
"Issei... Good morning. I hope I didn't wake you up." She greeted seeing her son.
"No. I just thought it would be nice if I start doing some of the things around." Issei replied a bit uncomfortable. Akira looked at her son in disbelief. She truly loved him, but also knew how lazy he could be. Issei of course understood the meaning of that look. He may be lazy but was not stupid.
"Look, after everything that happened I realized that some things need to change." Issei couldn't believe his next words, but knew how happy it will make his mom. "So, I will gather my ero-stuff and what dad left behind and will take it over to Matsuda or Motohama."
The smile his mother gave him made it worth it he decided. He always knew that she was beautiful, but the smile she sent him made her ethereal.
"Thank you, Ise." He just shrugged as if it wasn't that big of a deal. For most it may have been the case, but both of them (and anyone who knew Issei) knew otherwise.
After a quick breakfast he made his way to his bedroom, doing as promised before he wavered. He was very surprised as he could only fill two boxes with what he found in his room. They were a bit large and his father was quite thorough when packing his stuff, but he was pleasantly surprised by the amount he had. After another quick sweep he was sure there was nothing even remotely perverted inside his room. Then he remembered that most of what he had was infect belonged to his old man. To his disbelief he felt no anger towards the man. For one he brought those so he had every right to take it away with himself. Secondly it made Issei work that much easier.
After that he called his two friend only for his plan to crash there. Matsuda was on Kyushu and won't get back until the day before the start of their second year at Kuoh. They spoke about it briefly just before all the Incident, so Issei simply forgot it at the time. On the plus side he now remembered that Motohama was gone as well on a trip to Korea with his family.
After that relevation he had very little to do. All things remotely ero in the house was packed into the boxes, his room and the house in general was fairly tidy. He could study a bit, but he wanted to do something for his mother, to show that he cared. Little did he knew that the simple fact that he was willing to part with his magazines, ero-games and other such posessions was far better than doing chores around the house.
Akira only protested a little as he started doing what on a normal day was her duty. Or at least trying to help her. Shopping, washing, cooking just to name a few. Though the last was more preparing the ingredients than anything else.
After dinner Issei couldn't help but feel amazed and proud of his mother. Doing all of it along taking care of him and his father was impressive to say the least.
"I'm going for a walk. Be back in a hour or so." The teenager said to Akira. He needed a little alone time and a stroll in the park sounded good for it. Or at least that what TV told him. If nothing else a little fresh air never hurt anybody, right?
After a glance at the clock she nodded at it. Issei held back a groan. It was not even 8 and besides it wasn't even schoolday! She didn't need to be that... well, mothering!
The streets were dark tby the time he was at the park. It was spring, but the days were still pretty short all things considered. He wasn't too bothered by it: he wasn't the type to care for that kind of thing. To be more precise for a very long time he cared little else but female bodies. Now, he came to a very-very hard question. What interested him? Well, besides the female form. He decided to not be blatant about his lust for his mother's sake, not to stop being a pervert. That one was, at best, wishful thinking.
He was so deep in thoughts that he didn't notice the three figure ahead of him. So, when he colided with one of them it took him by complete surprise. After landing on his butt he looked up at them.
"Sorry abou..."
"Shu' up, maggot!" One of the yelled, staggering from left to right. He was lanky, his legs and arms long, his hair brown, his eyes blurry. As he leaned down to look into the boy's eyes he started to stagger back and forth. That was when Issei's nose was hit by the strong smell of alcohol. "Genji was nearly. "My friend, A... Amaru... yu knocked him down! Nearly. Nearly down!"
Issei glanced at the man. He was a little bit taller than Issei but weighted twice as much, with a beer belly being the most obvious reason. If not for the alcohol Issei was certain he would have no chance of moving that man either way. However, tonight he was able to: the man had to brace himself to the nearest tree.
"I-i-it was an accident, sir."
"Ya punks think ya all can get away with anything." The last and oldest of them grumbled. The other two was in their late forties, while the old one was in his sixties.
"Ya may need a lesson." The lanky one decided, before setting his foot into a wide arc. Issei could have ducked or something. It was pretty obvious what was about to happen. But fear paralyzed him. He was dimly aware that he got hit and a second later hit the ground, his side in pain.
The other two men didn't seem bothered by the lanky one's action. In fact both seemed to enjoy the idea of making the boy pay for the error he made.
"I need to get away." Issei thought as his numbness left him. When he tried to get up to run away another foot appeared, pressing him down. "Fuck! Somebody! Anyone! Please help me!"
"I will help you." The sound was deep, guttural, dare he say bestial. "But everything will change."
"I don't care." Issei said softly. He didn't care. He just didn't want to feel this helpless anymore.
"So be it." The Voice agreed.
The next moment something happened. Itr was like something warm was spreading through him like when you submerge into hot water. The blows coming to his side didn't feel that painful anymore, the feet pressing down on him was so weak he could get up any moment he choose. So he did just that, throwing of the fat man from his back.
The lanky one was looking at the teen in surprise. In one moment he was on the ground in a whimpering heap, the next he was standing tall, glowering at him. The next moment the kid's hands were envelopped in blue fire.
The three men had enough. Turning tail they run from the park as fast as they could in their condition.
Issei was no less surprised, looking at his hand in wonder. The fire wasn't hurting him, not even his clothes! He could feel its warmth, but it was far from what he expected.
"What in hell...?"
"That's quite appropriate, partner." The Voice, which Issei was sure was only hallucination, replied in clear amusement. "You are a devil. And I'm the mighty Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor!"