Wonderful people, hi.

I still no not own the dark souls of series or the dxd series c:

The week that followed the match was one of relative tranquility, Sleeper had exchanged the school's latest information regarding the Lordran squire. To say that the population of the students were irked at him would be a true statement. The two pariahs currently shared messages inbetween sessions. One with his his bored head in a hand, staring at the bright outdoors, and the other rest his head on the bench .

"They're saying that that you're a bad influence on the girls. Keck." The spy finished up with a villainous cackle. Acting as if he was a normal student, the Sleeper put a thoughtful hand to his chin, and voiced his wonders. "Say, did you do anything to get that much salt? Anything at all? Please tell me!" Sleeper's voice was wrapped in the usual friendly malice.

"Op start!" A teen girl whispered-shouted.

At that moment, there were a few less than reputable students who lingered at the door of the classroom. Their leader was a girl with dark hair that reached past her shoulders. "There! There's the target! Over there!" She whisper-shouted to her underlings, smacking their heads lightly when they turned somewhere else.

"But boss! Which one!? There's two of them!" A particularly timid boy relayed the problem to his leader, while his comrade pushed him out of the way to see through the tiny gap of the sliding door. The leader pushed both of them out of the light of the doorway. She saw a problem in her plans, but remembering a tidbit of information, she calmed down. The sleeper and the squire indeed looked alike from a distance.

"Hold on, Ooyama. Yusa said that the one we want is the one who's always sleeping, right! So it must be that one over there!" Forgetting that the door existed, the leader pointed to the metal door, as if the space between her index and the target was not impeded. Obviously, one of her underlings saw the problem, as the timid one was able to see in the room.

"B-but boss, you're poin-" The sentence sadly remained unfinished, cause by a soft, yet forceful hand that pushed his head away from the scene

"Shut up! You're going to get us caught, idiot!" The leader stood on her heels, barely able to lift her head over her timid minion's diminutive body, not that she wasn't short, but still. The boy was crouched, and she was on her heels.

Several confused students watched the commotion made when the unnamed underling tried to push in under Ooyama, to see the supposed target.

The Sleeper had noticed the spies outside the classroom, and brought the question inside his mind into physical existence, though he leaned from his sleeper stance towards the direction of his cohort, and finished with a cupped hand. "Say, friend, you have business with those outside? I noticed them earlier, but I didn't want to make it obvious." Sleeper whispered to the other student.

"They've been here a couple times before, If they're the same people, then they must be a part of one of the clubs...but I can't remember which...hmm." It's true, the savior and Sleeper had noticed them one way or another a few times as of late. None of the two bothered to remember when it had started, they didn't mind however, as long as there were no inconveniences that bore from their plans.

"...I don't know them..." The squire turned to a wall to scratch his itchy head, but more importantly to take a little bit of a glance at the people at the door. Sister dearest had taught him the ways of a thief, one of the most important of her teachings was the sharpened hearing gained from years of practice. When he was blankly staring at the blackboard, his focus transferred to his ears, but heard only muffled and whispered speech. Thankfully the two were the only people in the classroom, for the chatting of the other students would have an obnoxious effect on the skill.

"I-I think that we've been found..." The leader's voice found a gap in the sentence it tried to form, but successfully finished in the end. "What do we do now, boss?" Her demure minion spoke up from below her. She answered in the same strained voice.

"Screw it! We've got what we need! Bail! Op completed! Come on, you two!" Truly the girl had a leash on her volume. Their 'fearless' leader turned away from the gap in the door, ready to run.

"We're leaving already?" The unnamed inferior complained to her. "You idiot! This is because you were too loud!" She grabbed her lackeys by the collar and dragged them a distance before they started running themselves.

Within the empty classroom, a sleepy pariah's voice echoed towards another.

"Joyous bunch, really."

Schooling had ended for the day, and our lad was resting on that same couch that was the platform he shared with his traveling companion, the girl was currently lazing on the side of his head, since Tristan was looking to the side. The beauty of this image was that if one were to look upon it, then they would be able to feel the wolf's fluffy tail on their own skin. The little wolf turned towards a hand that the squire raised, nudging her wet nose against the young hands, noticing the roughness that came with the knight's training, but the leanness that came from thievery. Rough, but a good tickle post.

Slowly, she slid off of her perch on the side of his head, forgetting that her claws were barely grown, they weakly scratched at his cheek, realizing the actions minor effectiveness was not required when her stubby feet reached the seat of the couch. She was forced inbetween his tired face, and the furniture that softly pushed against her. Feeling the need to break free from this prison, Eria let her black-rimmed mouth open, revealing her rather short and blunt baby teeth. While her intentions were to inconvenience her slave enough for him to move away, it was replaced with a need to watch over him. Cause for this was that her sleeping savior had actually tussled in his rest, he turned away from her, magically remaining on the leather furniture. But what fazed her little self the most was what he whispered during this period.

There was the word 'sa-ne', what could that mean? The grey young-ling had never heard that word before. But another mumble came around to take her from theorizing.

"-ei." No, it was just part of a word. What is ei?

Could they be something that he desired, perhaps? Maybe ramblings of the drowsy mind. The names of people he once knew? It was far too obscure to make sense of, as far as the furred creature knew. So she just settled onto resting on his shifting chest once he had reached a stage at which he can rest peacefully.

To watch him rest peacefully would be one of her few callings in the far future. Best to practice the art now. While thinking of her slave, the end of the thin black-rimmed lips pointed upwards, and her head tilted to the side onto one of his arms. Slowly, she arrived at the place where dreamers live.

"Uaaghhh" Someone had just woken from a land of dreams, and yawned his exhaustion, as his talking partner had already left for his own abode. While he was asleep, he had a strange ability, it was so that whenever he should fall unconscious, only one with a golden heart, or one with the eyesight of a hawk would be able to see him blended with the mundane background. The only other way to wake this glum student was for him to rouse himself from rest, by this method, sleeper inched his way into consciousness.

Now, still with sleep in his mind and eyes, the lone student staggered through the school's front to it's iron gates. Only, he wasn't completely alone in this dusk.

There was a party of operatives that hid in the shadow that the large walls cast. One of which is currently speaking into a generic green flip-phone.

"Is he? Finally, its been hours since we've waited. I can't feel my le-aah, boss-mmph?" The shadowed operative's mouth was smothered with his leaders hand, and the device was plucked from his surprised hands. "Shut up you! Are you sure this is the target, Yusa?" The same dark haired girl mouthed into the phone with weighty words, after quietening her minion.

On the very high window of the building, and on the other side of the line, the answer came through. "Yes, I've been watching him for the past three hours, I'm sure it's him." The girl was a blonde one, she looked through the glass pane of the window, certain that this was the right target.

Back on the surface, the leader had recieved the details, and whispered orders to those on her side of the gate, and gestured a circle with her thumb and index, letting the remaining fingers curve upwards. This was a message directed to those on the other side of the gate, one person, to be exact.

The 'ok' figure was swapped for a traditional countdown, spreading the fingers (and thumbs) outwards. The less fingers, the louder the drunkard-like footsteps became.

At the fall of the third finger, two remained elongated. But importantly, a thud was heard, and the footsteps stopped. The leader felt as if using the phone to contact now would lead them to be exposed before they could complete their objective. Taking a chance, she smacked a hand against the minion behind her, the timid soldier, and told them to follow her. With the operative opposite her, she could just point towards the wall, and hope that the agent knew what it meant.

"Stop right the-eeh. wha-?" She leaped into the light first, the opposite agent repeated her actions, but the shy boy behind her just peeked part of his head from safety.

"Uhm. What do we do about this?" The voice came from behind her, and she already knew who it was.

"Erh. Ha-ha! Op complete then! Bahahaha!" The phone still crackled in her hand. "Why didn't we just capture him earlier then..." Yet the leader was too busy reveling in victory to bother with the voice. Her op teammates each took a step from their positions, closer to what lay ahead their boss.

Poor Sleeper had fallen asleep before he could reach the gates.

Slow chap, I kno I kno.

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