It's time for the third chapter. I'd like to thank everyone for the positive reception this story has gotten so far, it really helps. DXD belongs to its creator, anything you don't recognize is by me. Please support the official release.
Here's the key:
"Speech"
"Thought"
"Godly speech"
"Godly thoughts"
[Ddraig]
(Albion)
{Bahamut}
(Optional soundtrack cue)
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Chapter 3: Be Chrool to your Scuel.
"WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP NO-"
CRUNCH
The voice of British broadcaster, Jeremy Clarkson barked like a mad dog. Only for it to be silenced by a fist from its targeted audience. The covers stirred violently like a stormy sea. They soon parted revealing the waking beast beneath. It's matted azure hair a tangled rat's nest that shrouded it's eyes.
"EEEEAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!"
the stirring beast raised its arms and let out a primal scream towards the heavens, cursing them for disturbing its slumber.
(play: Here Comes Your Man - Pixies)
The now very much awake Robert Drake rubbed his eyes lazily before glancing at the now destroyed clock. It was a Top Gear alarm clock he had ordered online from the U.K. It featured a variety of iconic lines from the three titular presenters. Now it was a pile of rubble that lay on his nightstand. A simple repair spell returned it to functional condition. He then read the time.
5:45 am.
Time to shine.
Robert shifted his position, getting off the bed and began his morning stretches. The cracking and popping of his joints rang out like distant gunfire as he twisted and contorted his body. He then went on performing his daily ritual still clad in his lounge wear. Today was his first day of school here in Japan and he intended on painting himself in a positive image.
Today's breakfast was an egg sandwich with bacon and cheese, all on a toasted bagel. Accompanying the sandwich was a spoonful of instant coffee he haphazardly shoveled into his mouth, followed by a glass of chocolate milk. He had plenty of time to savor his breakfast, such was the advantage of getting up early. Another reason was that he didn't want to go to school looking like that snake with an egg in its mouth.
He returned upstairs to put on the appropriate attire for today's outing. Kuoh Academy was school that had a strict dress code, every student had a uniform that they were required to wear. Normally Robert would have complained about wearing a set outfit, but his situation required for him to follow the dress code in order to fit in. Besides, resistance would come off as rude and draw more negative attention towards himself. He would not be the delinquent ape the locals thought of him as.
Fortunately for him, or unfortunately, a package containing the clothes he was to wear had conveniently shown up on his Porch last week. He had taken the freedom to at least try it on to make sure it fit. The uniform consisted of a black blazer emblazoned with the Kuoh academy insignia, a white undershirt, and a pair of black pants. Sure it wasn't the definition of drip, but it was drippy nonetheless.
Robert had changed into the uniform, which fit him quite well in his opinion, and decided to add a few bits of personal flair. Along with the default blazer, Robert had added a purple tie, some brass buttons, and a snakeskin belt. Putting on his shades for the final touch, Robert had to admit he looked pretty slick.
(End music)
{Stop Ogling yourself.}
Robert look down at his wrist, attached to it was an expensive looking watch. Said watch was made of a golden metal, the face was red instead of the typical white but the details were were in a vibrant teal.
"You're just jealous that my glow-up is better than yours."
{...No.} Bahamut denied it immediately. The watch face lit up and pulsed with with every syllable the dragon spoke.
"Keep telling yourself that." Robert wasn't going to argue over something so petty so he ended the conversation right then and there. He went back downstairs to grab his backpack and keys.
"Alright Jimmy, I'm going to school, man the house while I'm gone would ya." The reptile answered with an nod and went back to basking on the couch. "Sweet, later gator."
Robert pointed finger guns at the alligator before leaving out the door.
~Later~
The drive to Kuoh Academy was not a long one, but to Robert it felt like an hour. White knuckling the steering wheel, he navigated the road in contemplative silence. The rumble of the engine sounded more akin to an angry animal than a machine. He breathed deeply, attempting to calm himself. Apparently we wasn't discreet enough because he was noticed.
{You're stressed, what's wrong?} Bahamut piped up, considering he lived in Robert's head, identifying emotional distress was as easy as breathing.
"I'm nervous, man, what if my classmates don't accept me and I get fucking ostracized." Robert began to vent his anxiety, slewing together a colorful concoction of obscenities and listing of his many concerns going to school. "You've seen how they look at me, they'll think I'm a nuisance."
{You're not a nuisance, you're a good kid. Yeah you're a little rough around the edges, but you're still a well meaning guy.}
"Thanks gramps, I appreciate it. I really do." Robert began to perk up, his tenant's pep talk, even if it wasn't much, seemingly lit a fire within him. The past week had been an emotional roller coaster and he needed all the encouragement he could get. His grandfather's words of wisdom, no matter how sparse and confusing they might be, were a source of comfort in these trying times.
{Atta-boy, remember, If you ever want to talk, I'm right here.} Within a couple of minutes, Robert into drove into a parking space, revving the engine the whole time to show the kids that the big man was in town and wasn't messing around. In front him stood tall, gothic inspired gates of the academy. The snarl of the v8 engine drew the eyes of some of the students loitering on campus.
"Time to show these kids what a real American looks like. Gramps, play my badass entry playlist."
{You got it. Knock 'em dead, kid.}
(play: Metal Health - Quiet Riot)
"It's showtime."
Robert got out of his car and let the wind blow through his hair. The draft of the morning breeze made his mullet dance alluringly. He to his bag off the passenger seat and hoisted it over his shoulder, looping the strap around his arm. He stoically made his way throw the front gates, his signature scowl ever present.
his very presence garnered the the attention of everyone he passed. Various students began chatting amongst themselves, conjuring up gossip and such while the well dressed foreigner strolled past seemingly none the wiser. But enhanced hearing can be both a blessing and a curse, Robert heard everything.
"Who's he?"
"Is he a new student?"
"He's so handsome, I hope he's single."
"GIVE ME YOUR BABIES!"
Robert raised an eyebrow at that last one. The ratio of girls to boys was six to one. The sexual tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife, no, one would need a buzzsaw if they wanted to cut it. Even though he was greatly uncomfortable, he decided to be as much of a gentleman as he could bear. Tilting his sunglasses, he gave the girls a wink. The reaction was instantaneous.
""KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH""
Immediately the ladies let out screeches so goddamn loud that they could've given Tyler1 a run for his money. The banshee-esque wailing was punctuated by a few of the girls fainting, blood trickling from their nostrils. That had Robert a little concerned, was his seemingly mundane gesture of acknowledgment enough to fry their brains? Robert had zero clue and it honestly wasn't his fucking problem. He guessed they couldn't handle the neutron style.
The boys were a completely different story. Rather than fawn over him like the girls did, they glared at him like he was some kind of criminal. Every boy had a murderous leer aimed at him from all directions, completely void of respect and kindness he expected. It was like his very presence was enough to bring out the big ugly in every boy that saw him. That was impossible due to him and Bahamut going the extra mile to conceal his draconic identity. He had honestly no clue what their problem was, it was that fact that pissed him off.
"Damn gaijin."
"Fucking pretty boy."
"Great, another Kiba."
"Go kill your self, pretty boy."
At this point Robert was fed up. Calling him a gaijin was one thing, telling someone to commit suicide was whole different can of worms.
"You kids got a staring problem? Why don't you come say it to my face." He snarled, flinching at them aggressively, ready to throw down at a moments notice. Almost immediately the boys began profusely apologizing and started to flee like spooked cattle.
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
Robert resumed his march, ignoring the obsessive fangirling from the female audience. He didn't mind it, but he had a feeling it was going to be commonplace. He grumbled crankily, the plan hadn't gone at all as planned. Originally he intended to fit in by standing out. The plan would have worked if it weren't for one increasingly obvious factor.
The students here were too horny for their own good.
(End song.)
He arrived at the main entrance and was greeted by two women. The first had black hair styled in a bob cut. She had pink eyes that shone with intelligence framed by a pair of glasses. She wasn't all that special in the proportions department, not that he cared. She gave of a strict, authoritative vibe, not like a dictator but more like a stern congresswoman. In Robert's opinion she reminded him of judge Judy.
The other lady was also bespectacled, having half rims instead of full ones. Her hair was longer than the other girl, having straight bangs like a traditional Japanese princess. Her eyes were mismatched in color, Robert believed correct term was heterosexual or something. Her proportions were more filled out than the first girl, giving her a more mature look. All together she looked like a librarian, a hot librarian, but that wasn't important at the moment.
"Are you Robert Drake?" The chick with bob cut asked, analyzing him with an unreadable look.
"YES I AM!" Robert exclaimed, striking a strange pose. He watched as the longer haired girl struggled and failed to contain a giggle.
{What the fuck was that?} Bahumut demanded in the back of his head.
"That, my friend, was Jojo reference." Robert explained. "It's like referring Star Wars but for Japanese people."
{ I know what Jojo is, but where the hell did you learn that it was ok to do that?}
"Reddit."
{Whatever, just don't come crawling back to me when you get laughed out of the classroom.} He loved his Grandson to death but sometimes he had the social skills of an rock.
Robert hadn't a clue who these two ladies were, nor did he know how they were familiar with him. Something about a person he'd never met already knowing him disturbed him greatly. That wasn't the only red flag, there was something rather important that eclipsed the minor breach of privacy.
"Hey, you smell that, right?"
{Oh yeah.}
It wasn't a particularly pungent or unpleasant smell, something he was very familiar with. It was a smoky, brimstone smell, similar to the smell of rocks that had been burned or smashed together caveman style. The odor was faint but very much present, and it seemed to be emanating from from the two women before him.
That particular smell was associated with only one thing: Devils.
Robert had several encounters with devils back in the states, they tended to blend in with humans rather well when they wanted to. He would always give them a wide birth, not out of fear mind you, but simply because he didn't want to deal with them. His father had told him stories about how slimy they could be, even under the guise of being human.
He of course assumed not all of them were scummy, Richard Nixon wannabes, he wasn't racist. But one couldn't fault him for being a little cautious.
"I'm Souna Shitori and this is Tsubaki Shinra." The now named Souna introduced herself and her longer haired companion, both of them bowed cordially "We humbly welcome you to our school."
Robert responded with a smile that may or may have not been fake. He then firmly shook both of their hands in an act of good will.
"It's good to be here, Miss Shitori. I presume you and Miss Shinra are here to show me to the principal."
"Actually Drake-San, the school is run by the Student Council, the department of education wanted to give autonomy to the students to run the school." Tsubaki revealed. Robert made a weird face.
"A school run by the students, what type of lord of the flies bullshit is this?"
Robert remained vigilant. Either the board of education were smoking crack in their spare time,or the women in front of him used their spooky demon powers to convince the bigwigs that having the students run the school was a good idea. He was dubious of the former, leaving the latter the only viable option. If the former was true and the department was zooted to high heaven, he wanted a hit of whatever they were smoking.
"Well then lead me to the president, I guess." Robert corrected.
"You're in luck, I just so happen to be Student council president." Souna proceeded to drop that bombshell larger than any H-bomb test ever conducted in history.
"Oh for real?...on god?...just like that?" Robert kept his cool. The flinch he got from both of them when he mentioned the big man confirmed their identities as devils. The fact that one of was president of the student council wasn't all that surprising, it all but confirmed his suspicions.
Spooky demon powers were in fact involved.
"Yes, as president, I make it my priority to meet every new student at the entrance."Souna continued.
"That's rather nice of you, most people in your position would rather sit in their office and wait for people to show up. Anyway aren't you going to give me my schedule, madam president?" Robert interjected, trying his best to keep everyone on track while being polite as possible. The less time he spent in the company of the underworlders, the dandier.
"Ah yes of course, follow us please." He began following them through the variable labyrinth that was the main build. He planned on asking for a map to better navigate the place. He continued to follow the two ladies like a lost duckling, all the while returning glares to the male student body and outright ignoring the swooning females.
Eventually, they reached the room of interest, likely the council room. The room itself wasn't too special to begin with. The only notable features being the desk situated at the back of the room and the big corporate-board-meeting-looking-ass table surrounded by chairs.
"Please have a seat, Drake-San, feel free to make yourself comfortable." Tsubaki kindly remarked, gesturing a chair. Robert copped a squat and proceeded to do just that.
"Alright, let's get this shit over with."
Sona Sitri didn't know what to expect when she heard of a new exchange student was coming from America. She honestly expected some unwashed degenerate or a Rude, disrespectful delinquent.
Nothing could have prepared her for what showed up.
Initially she thought her suspicions were correct when the loud muscle car pulled up. But her expectations were completely shattered when a six foot behemoth of a guy, dressed more like a government official than a student, got out. That man carried himself with a "no nonsense all business" attitude and grave off the most professional aura Sona had ever felt.
That notion was immediately turned on its head when he started yelling at some students for looking at him the wrong way. She didn't know if he was bipolar or just insecure. She thought that because immediately after that he pulled the sickest Mohammad Avdol impression she had ever witnessed. It reminded her of something her sister would do. So far he seemed nice enough, a bit eccentric but nothing too off-putting.
"So, Drake-San, here is your schedule-"
"Call me Robert, I'm not to big on honorifics."
"Right, Robert, here's your schedule." Sona corrected "If you'll follow Tsubaki, she will take you on a tour of the school." The lady in question nodded in approval.
"Alright, you heard the lady, let's go." The man of over six feet took the sheet of paper, gave her a quick thank you, and dragged a poor Tsubaki out the door. Sona sat there with a bewildered expression, a drop of sweat trickled down the side of her head. She regained her composure before opening an adjacent filing cabinet.
"Let's see... ah, here we are, Robert M Drake."
Sona fished out a folder with the name of the person of interest's name on it. She would have gone through it sooner if more important things hadn't raised their ugly heads. She regretted not doing it sooner when the odd character from earlier first walked through those gates. Scanning through his record like a hawk would for potential prey, she saw nothing pertaining to any supernatural background. In fact, his background was so unremarkable and mundane it was almost boring to read.
Robert had not on any occasion lied to her during their exchange, answering any question thrown to him with honesty. None of this, however, explained the weird vibe he gave off. She'd only been in his presence for ten minutes, but it felt more like hours. He had the aura of a human, nothing of note, but something about it seemed fake.
He was too normal.
That's what made her uneasy. The facade of someone with nothing to hide, and it worried her. She asked Tsubaki to personally probe him for anything supernatural related. Perhaps she was being paranoid, but in her gut she knew something was up. Sona Sitri's gut was rarely ever wrong.
"Just who are you, Robert Drake? What are you hiding."
~Meanwhile~
"So uh... you're like the vice president of the student council?"
Robert was trying his best to maintain a conversation without succumbing to his social problems. Said task was easier said than done. The school tour was swift but still very informative, his confidence in navigating the place as a whole had improved drastically.
"That's correct." Tsubaki replied curtly, both continuing their tour around the school. At the moment the pair were crossing the school yard, heading towards the gymnasium. Robert's attention was drawn to an older abandoned looking school building. The structure was overgrown, covered in vines and other plants, likely from years of neglect. The whole thing looked like a veritable jungle had taken root in there and was probably condemned. Chock full of asbestos and other nasty shit, probably.
"Whaddya guys got in there, Jurassic Park?" Robert asked, gesturing to the building that looked more at home in the Chernobyl exclusion zone than a school campus.
"Ah, that's the Occult Research Club." Tsubaki answered nonchalantly.
"The fucking WHAT?"
"The Occult Research Club." Robert had heard and seen enough. First it's revealed the school is run by the student council, then said student council turns out to be run by demons, and now this. How the fuck this got by the department of education was beyond him. Spooky demon magic strikes again.
"You're tellin' me they worship Satan in that building?" Robert questioned in a panicked tone of concern.
"No no no, the club is for researching mythology and folklore, no satanic worship whatsoever." Tsubaki frantically tried to calm him down. The calm and collected charade fell only briefly, but it was enough for Robert to gain insight into the going's-on.
"My apologies, in my neck of the woods stuff like that is often indicative of cult activity, y'know Charles Manson and the like." The apology was able to calm her down a little, he still kept an eye on her from underneath his shades. "You can't fault me for be concerned."
"I didn't know you were religious, Drake-San."
"Not really, I'm more agnostic than anything." Robert began, he expected a question like that. For the last half hour he'd been bombarded with detection spells, likely meant to see if he was human or not. Bahamut had spent that time jamming her metaphysical radar with false negatives, effectively negating her game of wild weasel.
{Russian warship, go fuck yourself.}
"I've always told people, if there is a god, I want him to come down and punch me in the throat." Rober continued, Tsubaki seemed to be paying close attention to his words anyway. "Honestly, I'm waiting for him to come down and tell me that his name is actually pronounced Jod."
The vice president of the student council was about to respond when another voice made itself known.
"Hey, Shinra-San, who's your new boyfriend?" The voice belonged to brown haired girl who looked to be in a grade below him. She wasn't to special in the asset department, but that didn't seem to deter the predatory grin she sported as she stalked over. A pair of glasses only seemed to magnify the mischievous glint in her olive green eyes.
"I-uh" Tsubaki sputtered, clearly flustered at the comment. Robert let out an amused snort at her predicament, it only seemed to further her embarrassment.
"Miss Shinra, Who's this cheeky gremlin?" It was the brown haired girls turn to frown, but it only lasted a little bit before her face returned to its lecherous factory setting.
"This is Aika Kiryuu, She's a second year here at the academy." Tsubaki said, still a little flustered from the earlier comment. Robert smiled and shook her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you." Robert greeted, injecting a little of his American charm to make him a little less intimidating. Her last name did however sound very familiar. "This must be the neice Kazuma was on about."
"Likewise, that thang long ain't it?" Rather than make eye contact the brunette seemed more transfixed on what was below his belt. Robert physically recoiled.
"What? Miss Shinra do you- PFFFT!" Robert had to stop himself from bursting into laughter. Originally he was going to ask her what Kiryuu meant, only to find her impersonating a tomato with how flustered she was. While it was humorous, her reaction only confirmed his suspicions. He slowly turned back to the brunette, gulping as he did.
"You're talking about my dick aren't you?" Her perverted leer only intensified.
"Yeah, seven inches is pretty big, not bad."
"The fuck... noooooo." Robert whined within the confines of his mind, if he had let his thoughts be know he would have just added fuel to the fire. "Wait a damn minute, I've got her uncle's phone number." He had an idea, a horribly awful idea. An idea that would make her regret ever wronging Robert Drake.
"Ok, what kind of person introduces themselves and immediately starts a conversation with "Nice cock bro." Robert remarked, looking down on her with a disapproving scowl. With the way he acted he came off more like an annoyed parent than a student.
"I did, what are you gonna do about, big boy." Aika taunted, her eyes flashing with lustful playfulness, a look that seemed to mock his very being.
"Gotcha, bitch!" A feral grin bisected his face, he went in for the kill. "l'm gonna call your uncle and tell him you sexually harassed me, that's what." Aika paled, clearly not expecting him to have a comeback, not one that hit so close to home. Robert let out a maniacal cackle. Tsubaki just stood there dumbstruck, her brain having lost connection long ago.
"W-what, y-you know my uncle?" The bespectacled troublemaker stammered out, knowing she was in deep shit. Robert laughed even harder.
"I do, what are you gonna do about it, little girl." He sneered, relishing in the younger girl's desperation.
"Please I'm sorry, ok, I just thought you were hot!" She pleaded and begged on her knees. She got more desperate as his outstretched finger edged ever closer to the call button. "Please, just don't call him!"
"Apology accepted...for now." Robert relented, putting his phone away, a goofy smile replacing the predatory one. He turned around and looked back at her. "Fair warning, if you ever try to pull that shit again, I won't hesitate to to escalate. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got classes to attend, later."
He gave Tsubaki a wave, the woman had broken out of her stupor and returned it sheepishly before going off to her own class. He marched towards the school building, not once looking back, content with the point he'd made clear. Aika for her part stood silent, still processing the whole ordeal. If her ex-Yakuza uncle found out about her habits, she didn't know if she'd be scolded or teased to death. It was something she didn't want the answer to. Perhaps her karma had finally caught up with her. Perhaps she bit off more than she could chew. But there was one thing that was evident.
She fucked around and found out.
Class 3-C was not a special class by any means. Every thing about it was average. The prestige was average. The grades, average. Not a single devil attended the class, not that the class was even aware of their presence in the school. Because of this the class had a bad reputation among the rest of the school. It was considered by many to be a class of rejects, full of students that had no chance in society, A wastebasket for the flunkies.
All of it was rumors of course, but even rumors had negative effects on the subject involved. Today was a special day however, a new student would be joining their ranks.
Mr. Takarada, the balding, middle aged man that was the home room teacher was uncharacteristically chipper when he was given the news. It would serve to at least distract the students from the monotony of the school day, something he actively tried stop by making his lessons as entertaining and engaging as he possibly could.
"Alright class it has come to my attention that a new foreign exchange student will be joining our ranks." The sentence alone was enough to grab the attention of the entire student body. Almost immediately the classroom devolved into a ruckus of chattering. Various students voiced their speculations on who the new student would be and what they would be like.
"I hope it's hot chick."
"Yeah, hopefully one with a fat ass."
"I hope it's a cute boy."
"Maybe he'll be handsome like Kiba-kun."
Takarada could help but feel a little bad for the new student that patiently waited outside. His entire class had erupted into a debate about what the newbie would be. The man could only pray that the students wouldn't tear him to shreds for not living up to their expectations, something they were known to do. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for when the metaphorical shit hit the proverbial fan.
"ALRIGHT PIPE IT DOWN!" Mr. Takarada's voice parted the sea of discourse like Moses did the Red Sea. The class immediately shut themselves up, not wanting to earn the ire of the man up front. "Thank you. Now our new student has come a long way from overseas, I want you all to treat him with the same respect as your fellow classmates. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Takarada-Sensei." The entire class droned. Takarada shook his head in exasperation, he wasn't paid nearly enough for this shit.
"Alright, you can come in now."
The class remained deafeningly silent. Every boy and girl waited on the edge of their seats boiling with anticipation. Then the silence was broken.
SLAM!
The door was nearly blown off its hinges as it was opened with great force. The entire atmosphere of the room changed, the aura of excitement was swiftly replaced by one of menacing dread.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Through the threshold emerged a titan of a man. Standing at over six feet and well muscled to boot. He rocked the school uniform better than anyone in the room could even dream of, looking more like a United States senator than a student. His face was locked in a perpetual scowl, a face of eternal contempt for all things that weren't him. His eyes were not visible as they were obscured by a reflective pair of aviator sunglasses that sat on on his nose. His most distinguishing feature was the mop of Electric blue hair styled into an albeit short but spiky mullet.
The gossip began almost instantaneously.
"Oh my god, he's so hot."
"I hope he's single."
"I want him."
"Great another pretty boy."
"Dude's built like Schwarzenegger."
"I can take him."
He walked with long strides toward the whiteboard, writing his name in sloppy but legible kanji and katakana, all the while writing it flawlessly in English. He then turned to the teacher expectantly, waiting for further instructions.
"Aren't you going to go introduce yourself?" Mr. Takarada asked, giving the new student a confused look.
"Oh yeah, of course." The new student coughed into his fist sheepishly. He then turned to face the class, his frown replaced by a charming, shit-eating grin, causing the the girls to swoon even harder. "How do you do, fellow kids, my name is Robert Drake for those of you who can't read. It's a pleasure to meet you all, blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda. Can I sit down now?"
Robert looked at the teacher again, only to let out an annoyed huff from the response he got.
"In a moment, Does anyone have any questions for Drake-San?"
Once again the class erupted with a cacophony of voices, this time in the form of various questions. Robert stood there in stone-faced shook, overwhelmed by the salvo of ballistic inquiries he was taking at point blank range.
"Are you single?"
"Will you go on a date with me?"
"CAN I BARE YOUR CHILDREN?"
"KILL YOURSELF, PRETTY BOY!"
"EVERYONE, SETTLE DOWN!" Mr. Takarada, God bless his soul, raised his voice yet again. The rowdy class fell silent, giving Robert a moment's respite for him to collect himself. "Please only one question at a time, you may proceed, Drake-San."
"Thanks, teach." Robert gave the teacher a nod before continuing. "As for your earlier questions, yes, no, hell no, and kill me yourself, coward." He answered every question that had been previously been launched his direction with the smugness of an online troll. "Anyone else? You, in the back, what's your question, soldier?"
"Where are you from?"
"I'm from the USA." Robert paced around the front of the class, answering questions right and left.
"What are your likes and dislikes?"
"What the fuck do they think this is, kindergarten?" He thought to himself, that question was a little personal but he'll bite.
"Uh... I like fishing and weightlifting. As for my dislikes... I don't like people who don't use their turn signal when driving. I'm also not quite fond of the Chinese Communist Party, but I won't go into it because I also dislike politics."
Robert shut himself up, his social credit score was already in the negatives and he didn't want it going any lower, not that he cared.
"Are you related to Douglas Drake?" Robert winced at that question and what the repercussions of answering it meant. Douglas Drake was a famous Hollywood actor, Starring in a plethora of hit blockbuster movies. What made him relevant was that Douglas was indeed his brother, elder brother to be exact. Douglas was one his family's major source of income, producing around forty percent of it with his sheer talent in acting. What really mattered though was that Douglas had an enormous following in japan, being one of the more prominent names in Japanese pop culture. It was for this reason why Robert was apprehensive on revealing their family ties.
"...Yes." That one word nearly caused the entire female population plus a few of guys to squeal like giddy little pigs. Nearly, as Mr. Takarada sent a disapproving glance their direction, effectively silencing them before the sound even left their throats.
"Can we move on please? I am willing and happy answer any questions about my brother after class." That seemed to appease the masses for the time being. Although after class he had no intention on sticking around to play representative for his brother.
"Are you a pervert?" One of the girls situated in the middle row quipped. Robert tried his damned hardest to not look offended but it was for not. Sure, he was a healthy young man who admired the female form and dabbled in spanking the ol' monkey every so often. But that didn't mean he'd sneak into the women's locker rooms and watch them change. He'd sooner be caught selling military secrets to the Russians than be caught doing that.
"What kind of animal do you take me for? No, I'm not a pervert. What a lady does in her spare time ain't my business." That seemed to put a few girls at ease. he would have shamed her for even considering it, but he stopped before making an asshole out of himself. After all, it wasn't like there was such thing as a stupid question. "Any other questions?"
"Yeah I got one. Ass or tits?"
Maybe there was such thing as a stupid question after all.
"Alright that's enough, Drake-San you can take a seat next to Hayata-Kun." Mr. Takarada came in clutch yet again, intervening before Robert had a chance to react. He was grateful he had because he'd rather keep his preferences to himself for the time being. Robert sat down at his assigned seat which was in the front. It seemed that the dreaded "protagonist seat" was already taken judging by the loser that was staring absentmindedly out the window.
Robert was actually happy with his seating, he was situated in the front row, giving him ample view of the whiteboard. He was actually here to learn unlike the other hooligans in his class. Sure his parents wanted him to make friends and maybe find a girlfriend while he was at it, but he had other plans. Taking out a notebook and a pencil, Robert began jotting down notes on the subject of today's lesson, paying no mind to the sensation of eyes on him.
Today was going to be one of those days.
~Later~
The first half of the day had passed without incident. Robert had made it his primary directive to get out of the classroom first so he didn't have to answer any more questions about his brother. Yeah, people were pissed but that didn't matter, what really mattered was that he got away.
What also mattered was that it was lunchtime, free time to eat and fraternize with other students. But in Roberts case it was more or less just to eat and occasionally take a nap. For today he found himself in the courtyard, in a space out of the public eye where he could eat his lunch unmolested.
(Play: Born on the Bayou - Creedence Clearwater Revival)
He was crouched under an old oak tree with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, his blazer coat taken off and folded neatly next to him. To his side, leaning against the tree was an American military ration that had been simmering away in its bag for the last couple of minutes. The smell it gave of could only be described as heavenly turned up to eleven.
Ding!
The timer on his phone rang out, food was ready. He excitedly rubbed his hands together before removing the bag of food from the sleeve. Today's menu was Barbecue pork, not his meal of choice but delicious nonetheless. He methodically scooped and shoveled his meal into his waiting maw, only pausing to take sporadic sips of water from his standard issue canteen he'd brought with him. The main course was finished within minutes, leaving him with the leftover side dishes.
He was about to continue his meal when his happy place was encroached upon.
{Devil, three o'clock low.} Bahamut chimed, giving Robert the location of the intruder. Robert immediately snapped his head to position with enough force to nearly break his own neck, locking eyes with the invader of his privacy. Burning orange, shrouded by reflective blue lenses met dull amber. Watching him from several yards away was what Robert could only describe as a child. Standing there was a short girl that looked to be many grades below him. She was tiny, likely no older than fifteen at the very least, with short, snow white hair. Stuck to either side of her head were two black, cat-shaped hair-clips. Her face portrayed no emotion, as if emotionless husk was her default setting.
In all honesty it kind of freaked him out.
"Um... can I help you?" Robert called out to her, trying to at least get a response.
No such response came.
"Hello... Mcfly, you realize it's rude to stare at people, y'know."
Silence.
At this point Robert was fed up.
"BLINK, MOTHERFUCKER!" He let his stress get the better of him, momentarily losing grip on his pent up rage. He quickly reeled in his anger, realizing he snapped at a child.
Still, nothing. He was honestly surprised his brief fit of anger hadn't scared her off. But there she was, staring at him with her big ol' eyes. He then got an idea, something that might come back later to bite him in the ass.
"What do you want, food?" Robert asked her somewhat rhetorically.
This time it seemed to get a reaction out of her. Her eyes seemed to light up ever so slightly when he mentioned food. It seemed he hit the nail on the head when it came to the reason for her intrusion. But unfortunately for her, he had already finished his meal. However that didn't mean he didn't have anything else on him.
"I got some jelly beans. Ya like jelly beans?" The white haired girl gave him a small nod. Reaching into his bag, Robert pulled out a bag of jelly beans and tossed it in her direction. With near inhuman speed, the little demon snatched up the bag and began eating the candy inside like a rat would eat drywall.
"You got a name, kid?" He asked, full ready to be ignored.
"Koneko." The wee lass said simply, her voice monotone and devoid of any emotion.
"Robert." He introduced, hoping to at least start a conversation with the petite enigma of a girl. His efforts were in vain because as soon as he gave her his name she left. It wasn't like she ignored him, he could've sworn he saw a ghost of a smile on her face. What added insult to injury though, was that she hadn't bothered thanking him for the jelly beans. In stead she just took the candy, ate it, and left without further elaboration. It was for reasons like this that Robert was not a supporter of communism.
He had to admit she pulled it of in a manner that reminded him of one of his little sisters with the amount of unspoken smugness she gave off. He couldn't help but crack a genuine smile at that. So far today he'd been a victim of hate and a target of unwanted affection. This cold indifference was a breath of fresh air.
"Not bad, kid."
(End music.)
Lunch soon ended, the bell rang out like an air raid siren, announcing the continuation of classes as scheduled, by the look of some of the students, they would have preferred an actual air raid to going back to classes. One of these students that were regretting their life choices was one Robert Drake. The undercover dragon was forced to return to the classroom he'd put an inhuman effort in escaping from just thirty minutes earlier. To say he was in a sour mood was like calling hurricane Katrina a light shower, it was an understatement of the century.
Robert wasn't looking forward to dealing with the horde of simps he'd accumulated through anomalous means over the last couple of hours. He was silent planning in his head a way to tell them all to go fuck themselves without coming off as an apocalyptic douchebag. Yes he wanted to be left alone but also still be on good terms with a majority of the student body. Bahamut would give his two cents every so often, but the advice he gave would probably be as effective as tightening a screw with a slice of bologna.
{Just tell them you aren't interested in pursuing any romantic relationships, it's not like they won't listen.}
"True, but some of them don't look like they'll take no for an answer."
{You just gotta say it like you mean it.}
"You're right. You know what, fuck it, I'll tell 'em how it is. I'm tired of being slandered all day, it's high time they learn a lesson in respect."
{That's not what I mea-}
The two of them were rudely disconnected from their conversation when Robert collided with another student. Well, not really collided, rather, nearly trampled. Robert was built like a brick wall, meaning any person he ran into was subsequently knocked on their ass. This student, who just so happened to be a girl, would've suffered the same fate if his dragon reflexes hadn't kicked in. Within a blink of an eye he snatched her by the scruff of neck. Normally on a good day he would have helped them up and sent them on their merry way. Unfortunately for the student, Robert hadn't had a good day in over a week.
"HEY I'M WALKING HERE!" Is what he probably would have said, if he wasn't momentarily thrown for a wicked googly by what she replied with.
"Oh my~ how bold of you to be so handsy when we barely know each other." Her voice was smooth and sultry, giving off a strong flirty vibe that made his skin crawl... in a good way.
That wasn't the only thing that nearly took his breath out of his lungs. The lady also just so happened to be one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen with his own two eyes. She had long black hair tied neatly into a ponytail with an orange ribbon. Her porcelain skin that was devoid of any kind of blemish, looking almost otherworldly compared to his crusty and cracked epidermis. She had the body proportions that any supermodel would kill for, having an enormous bust, a slim waist, and a large hindquarters. She was a textbook example of Thick with two C's. But what made her really attractive to Robert were her purple eyes that glimmered with a sort of sexual mischief that he found very alluring. All together she gave off exotic Japanese hottie vibes that was oh so very attractive to him.
"SWEET JESUS, TITS!" He screamed within the confines of his head. He had to play it cool.
"Would you rather have me yank you up by the hair." He replied rather flatly. His eyes boring into hers, consciously keeping them from straying any lower.
"I wouldn't mind a handsome man pulling my hair at all~"she practically purred, a seductive smirk crept across her face. It was increasingly obvious she was trying tease him, he didn't mind one bit. If she wanted to tease then she'd better be prepared for him to tease back tenfold. Like the old saying goes: two cities for a harbor.
"Keep talking like that and you might make me act up, at least take me to dinner before asking." He snickered, leaning against the wall with his elbow, letting his unspoken rizz do the rest. "I don't even know your name, you must be desperate."
"It's Akeno Himejima." She replied, for a split second he saw her blush at his earlier comment, but she managed to compose herself quite well. "And who might you be?"
"Drake, Robert Drake, but you can call me any time." It was times like this that made him pat himself on the back. Yes the pickup line was cheesier than the entire state of Wisconsin, but the sheer charm he gave off was enough to counteract it. By the looks of it even an eastern beauty like Akeno couldn't resist.
"Ara ara~ I'll have to punish you for using such a corny line on little old me~" Akeno purred, it seemed she was one of those kinky girls that liked being on top. Robert knew better, he could see right through the "Asian beauty" facade she displayed, he could see it in her eyes. The "Dommy Mommy" persona she just assumed was likely either her true self or just another layer of the buttery croissant that was Akeno Himejima. But Robert wasn't off put, no he wanted to prod deeper, he wanted to see her a flustered mess. His pride as a dragon and rizz god demanded it.
"Punish... me?" He gestured to himself in mock innocence. "What are you gonna do, peg me?" Those words rang out like bullets. In a moment's notice he'd pulled a one-eighty and gone straight for the throat, smashing through that facade revealing the young maiden beneath. Akeno's face went bright red from embarrassment and possibly something else. A trollish smile split Roberts face once again before he continued.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not really into that kind of stuff." His smile only seemed to grow in intensity. "But I'm sure you'll figure something out."
"..."
"Well I've got classes to attend, guess I'll see you around." Robert was satisfied to see her shocked to silence. "Later, cute stuff, BOOP~" He then proceeded to booped on the nose before leaving for class. That seemed to be the final straw because as soon as his finger left her nose, she let out a squeak that felt so out of character compared to earlier.
He chuckled to himself only to pause when he saw that all the other students had stopped what they were doing and stared at him slack-jawed. Some of them had murderous looks on their faces, like they wanted them dead I for just breathing the same air as them.
"THE FUCK ARE YALL MAKING THAT FACE FOR? GIT THE FUCK TO CLASS!" He barked, before continuing down the hall. "Kids these days."
Akeno Himejima was a woman who took pride in her beauty. Every day she would be approached by various men looking to ask her out. They were usually easy to tame, they're nervous stutter made them come of as cute. she found it hard not to tease them with her feminine charm, something that made her very popular around the school. The teasing often always ended with the would be wooers getting cold feet or cooming themselves and running away with their tails between their legs. Either outcome was entertaining to her sadistic side.
Then she ran into him. Or rather he ran into her.
She wasn't going to lie but she did feel a little intimidated at first when he picked her up by her collar. The sight of a man over six feet in height looming over her like some vengeful deity was a bit frightening and a massive turn on. Yes she was sadist and a masochist, was it to much to ask for both? His tall, dark and handsome vibe was only heightened by his reflective sunglasses which blocked his gaze. Not that she needed to see, when she could practically feel eyes boring into her own, practically burning holes into her corneas. That detail was intriguing considering every other male, minus a few notable exceptions, seemed more transfixed by her chest.
She assumed he was the new student she'd heard about. She thought it was a great idea to have a little fun with him, turn the newcomer into putty like she's done with other men. That was the plan, until he started teasing her back, It caught her so off guard her her "Ideal woman" act almost cracked open.
That was the first time someone had ever teased her back. She felt a noticeable skip in her heartbeat when he returned fire. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing too, the wry grin on his face spoke for itself. But she wasn't down for the count quite yet. She was going all in and was going to give him a peak at who she truly was.
It backfired immediately.
Robert Drake, as she came to know him by, was not at all spooked by her sadistic tendencies. In all honesty it seemed to egg him on even further. Within an instant the tables were completely turned. the gloves where off and could never be put back on. The huntress had became the hunted. No, she was never the huntress in the first place, the war was over before it even started.
All because of one innocuous, snide comment.
"What are you gonna do, peg me?"
Akeno Himejima.exe has stopped working.
It now wasn't just the first time she was teased back, it was now the first time she had been completely outgunned. Outgunned to the point that the facade she spent her entire life cultivating since she was little, was blown to pieces like a house in the wake of a nuclear explosion. Nothing was left of it but a flustered schoolgirl.
embarrassment rained on her like a monsoon, another first for her. It seemed today was going to be a day of firsts for her. Humiliation wasn't the only thing she felt, the warmth in her heart had grown. Her masochistic side was screaming at her to submit and give herself fully to the man before her. Something about him touched a part of her long thought lost to time. It made her look at him in a new light, his wavy blue hair, his chiseled jaw, his muscular form. But what stood out to her most was the handsome smile that was so vibrant, so... fake.
Something clicked within the ravenette, the reason why she found him so attractive.
He was like her, he also hid behind a false display. He hid his true self from the word, something she had been doing since that fateful night. What haunted his past so much to make him do the same? Akeno had no clue. But one thing made sense now, they were one in the same.
It was a lot of words to describe yet another first for her.
Her first crush.
The poke on the nose before he left only made her attraction to him that more stronger. The uncharacteristic squeak she let was an announcement to the world that Akeno Himejima had met her match.
She silently picked up her bags, her face still tinted vermilion with embarrassment. She ignored the looks of the bystanders as she made a beeline for her class, keeping her head down and out of sight. The gossip was going to have a field day with this, not that she cared. All she cared about was getting to class and the new target of her affection.
Akeno knew exactly what she was doing tonight.
Robert sat content at his desk, he had arrived early at his class and waited with a look of indifference for his fellow classmates to arrive so the lesson could begin. However on the inside it was a very different ballgame.
"OH FUCK OH SHIT OH FUCK OH GOD OH FUCK!"
Within his head he was still reeling from the encounter early. Not only had he humiliated a pretty woman. But humiliated a pretty devil at that. Bahamut decided it would be a great idea to wait until after the whole situation blew over to drop that bombshell. But that wasn't the issue currently.
{The Rizzler.}
"Cut it out."
{Rizz Khalifa.}
"Stop."
{Rizz Rizzington.}
"That one wasn't even good."
{You afraid to catch feelings? Face it little hatchling, you've got a crush, it's not something to be ashamed of.} the older dragon prodded, he only called Robert a hatchling when he was either messing with him or being super serious. The term always got a reaction out of him.
"Yes, I've caught feelings for the demon girl. I'll admit she is quite the looker, but that's not what I'm worried about." Robert admitted to his crush on the Akeno girl. It wasn't like he could hide it from someone who lived in his head. There were other things that he was unsure about, not just high school crushes."I know not all devils are evil and shit, but how can be sure she wasn't trying to seduce me over to the underworld's side. Yes, she is beautiful on the outside, but is she beautiful on the inside?"
While both breasts and buttocks had their merits, Robert himself was an avid personality guy. Was it worth it to have a beautiful woman if she treated you worse than garbage? Robert didn't think so. His mother drilled that dating advice into his head for years. There was only one girl he'd ever known, who wasn't in his immediate family, who he could consider beautiful inside and out. Unfortunately she was M.I.A.
Roberts mood noticeably soured when he thought back to a week before.
~Flashback: One week ago~
Robert drove into the city of Fukuoka he only had one place in mind when coming here. The city had changed so much since the last time he'd been here, which had been decades ago. There were new buildings, such as the the big-ass-sky-needle-looking tower, that wasn't there the last time he'd been around. Seemed like the humans had a thing for building tall-ass buildings, not that he minded, that shit was cool as fuck.
He wasn't here for sightseeing though. There was some he came to visit, someone he was very close to, some he hadn't seen in ages. He navigated the maze of a city, using his built in geomagnetic compass and google maps. The roar of the car's engine the only thing keeping him company as he relished in the boyish excitement for what was to come.
A light drizzle had started when he reached his destination . A little water never hurt him so he didn't bring an umbrella. He left his car in a vacant parking spot and locked it, he still was still insecure about leaving his car alone. He walked up the long stretch of steps leading up the hill before him. The weather began to take a turn for the worse as he climbed, the wind picked up and batted against the bomber jacket he wore, nearly blowing his sunglasses off, but they remained on his face.
After what seemed like another fifteen minutes of climbing stairs and braving elements, he finally arrived at his point of interest. An old shrine stood on top of the hill, it looked a little run down but still seemed to be kept in good condition. The shrine itself was dedicated to Susanoo, the Shinto god of storms, and by the weather conditions outside, he wasn't in the greatest of moods at the moment.
{He's probably salty cause someone beat his ass in Shogi.}
Robert let out a chuckle, Susanoo was known to have a bit of an ego so it wasn't uncommon to see him lash out when said ego was bruised. The young dragon walked up to the entrance of the shrine, stopping short of the door. He raised his hand, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. Within a few minutes the door was answered, but not by anyone he knew.
"Can I help you?" The door was answered by an older Japanese woman with graying hair. She was dressed up in the typical shrine caretaker getup. There was an exact word for it but it eluded him at the moment. He swallowed lightly before beginning.
"I apologize for intruding at this time Ma'am," the woman gave him a nod. "You wouldn't happen to know a girl by the name of Neya Watatsumi that lives here?" Robert crossed his fingers hoping that alone would jog the woman's memory. The woman stood there lost in thought for a few moments before inevitably responding.
"I'm afraid no one of that name lives here, sir," She began. Robert's heart sank harder than the titanic. A pit began to form in his stomach. That wasn't supposed to happen."I would know, I've worked as a shrine maiden here for forty years and I haven't met anyone of your description."
"Oh..." Robert said solemnly. He looked like someone had just shot a dog in front of him. A torrent of conflicting emotions, all negative, took up residence in his head. A wound, long thought healed was opened, as if a scab had been ripped off. The shrine maiden seemed to notice the distress and replied
"Are you alright, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"
"Thank you, but I'll have to politely decline." He refused politely. "I doubt the big man wants any visitors while he's in a bad mood." He gestured to the weather outside. There was a flash of lightning, seemingly confirming his assumption.
"I see, hope you find who you're looking for. May you have a blessed day." The older woman said with a smile.
"You too." Robert replied with an empty smile. Turned around and descended the stairs, passing under tori gates as the torrential downpour pelted him with water.
He gazed down at his hand where he clutched a necklace. The necklace was made of seashells and shark teeth, for all intents and purposes it was a work of art. Robert looked down at it with a look of melancholy. He wanted desperately to drop on his knees and scream at the heavens, but he was so downtrodden he didn't even want to. Eventually he reached his car, got in, and sat there in pregnant silence until Bahamut spoke up.
{That...Could have gone better.}
Robert remained silent, staring into his lap where the necklace lay in his open hands. His somber look spoke more than words.
{Listen, I know she means a lot to you. We're going to find her eventually. Why don't you go to the aquarium, look at the fish, and eat a big ol' bowl of ice cream.}
"Fine." He sighed. The thought of looking at fish and eating ice cream was very appealing to him.
{I'll do what I can to help you find her, I promise. Just hang in there for school next week, ok?}
"Yes."
{Atta boy.}
~End Flashback~
Robert was torn, he wanted to find the woman he previously had feelings for and finally confess those feelings. But on the other hand, a part of him wanted to pursue a relationship with that Himejima lady. He really couldn't put into words about how much he already liked akeno, something about her just called out to him, something that she attempted to hid from him and everyone else. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, through them he was able to get a glimpse at who she really was.
The only real concern was that she was a devil, as he had stated earlier. Devils had a track record of be conniving assholes that lie, cheat, and manipulate others into giving them what they want. This wasn't true for all of them but he was better safe than sorry. While Akeno's intentions seemed pure in their own, very arousing way, he couldn't be sure. For all he knew she could have just been leading him on. It pulled at his heartstrings for him to consider that, especially after he turned her into a flustered mess back in the hallway. For all he knew, that could have just been an act.
He had to play a safe game.
{That's enough paranoid rambling for today, you've been going back and forth about that Himejima chick for ten minutes now.} Bahamut interjected, clearly not to fond of the direction the conversation was headed. Being the supportive, grandfatherly figure he was, the elder dragon decided no more negative thoughts should be conjured up at this time. {JUST ASK HER OUT ALREADY! I've already given you full permission to court her. JUST DO IT!
"WE'LL GET THERE WHEN WE GET THERE! Plus, there's someone I want to confess too first, I've just got to find her." Robert rebutted but the dragon in his watch didn't budge.
{You have to move on, hatchling, we will find her one day, I'm sure of it. But you have the be prepared for the worst case scena-}
"I don't want to talk about this anymore." Robert cut him off, his temper flaring just a bit. The sudden mood change didn't surprise the wise old dragon, but it did worry him. Ever since the ill-fated trip to Fukuoka he'd noticed an increase in aggression. It resulted in Robert being shorter with people and more irascible in general than what he typically was.
At first he chocked it up to frustration in not being able to see his longtime friend and crush. But overtime the aggression increased, his temper shortened, and he became less and less sociable. Something had to give, he'd seen him act like this only once before, and what followed if nothing changed would be nothing but catastrophic for the planet.
Bahamut now understood why his son sent him and his grandson overseas and why it was so important that Robert made friends.
Classes came and went, notes were taken, and homework was assigned. Robert remained silent throughout it all. While his temperament did gradually improve, it didn't stop him from returning dirty looks from his male classmates. Nor did it stop him from cringing at the lustful states of the females.
Robert had enough of the women in his class. Everything he did would cause them to swoon like it was the hottest thing they'd ever seen. He was flattered, yes, it didn't mean he liked the attention. The boys were worse, everything he did caused them to glare daggers in the back of his head. As a dragon it rubbed him the wrong way, he'd rather be respected as a equal than be the object of hatred and resentment. It really fucking pissed him off, he'd done nothing to earn their ire, yet they looked at him in contempt for just existing. He wished he could fold them like omelets for that, but alas, it would accomplish nothing.
Then classes ended, at least a small armies worth of women surrounded his desk and began bombarding him with questions involving his sibling and whether or not he would date any of them. Meanwhile, the boys stood at the back of the room, leering at him like he was a war criminal. Robert was at the end of his rope, and like most ropes in a situation like this, he snapped.
"ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! Ladies, I'm flattered, I really am, but I'm not interested in pursuing a relationship right now. So PLEEEEAAAAASE stop bothering me about it, I'm not interested, there's like ten other guys here that I'm sure would be all too happy to take you out." Robert thundered. Many of the other students stopped what they were doing, all of their attention was on the new student who apparently was having a meltdown in class. Even Mr. Takarada looked up from the book he was reading to watch the spectacle occurring in the front row. Unfazed by the attention, he turned his attention to the males and steamed on. "And you guys! Why the fuck are you giving me those looks? What have I done to you to warrant this blatant mistreatment? Are you afraid of me? Is it because I'm a foreigner? TELL ME! I AM RIGHT HERE!"
The class was dead silent, all eyes were on Robert whose veins were popping out of his head in frustration. No one made a sound as they looked at the peeved foreigner and at each other. Some girls were angry that a man would lash out at them for seemingly no reason. Some boys looked ashamed for being jerks to the new student. Emotions traded people, while others remained unchanged. Mr. Takarada sat at his desk awkwardly before going back to read his book. But one thing was obvious to Robert.
he had lost his cool.
the class sat in quietude for what felt like hours before a knocking at the door brought everyone back to reality. Entering the room was a pretty young woman with medium length, Snow White hair styled into straight bangs. Her blue eyes scanned the classroom, looking for something. She seemed a bit perturbed at how quiet the class was.
"Excuse me, is Robert Drake here?" The lady asked, eyes still searching. Several students moved away from a desk revealing the large form of man in question sitting with his arms crossed and nostrils flared.
"What do you want?" He grunted, earning a nervous gulp from the white haired girl.
"Shitori-Kaichou requests your presence in the student council room." She responded. Robert got up from his seat and looked down at the errand girl below him.
"Very well, take me to her." With that he followed the girl out of the class, still in silence.
{Did that make you feel better?} Bahamut asked, finally breaking the tension.
"Yup."
{Great, I'm proud that you didn't cuss them up like you usually would.}
"I thought about it."
{You got your point across very well.}
"I do my best."
{Atta boy.}
Thus concludes an exceedingly long chapter that took exceedingly long to write.
Happy new year, dear readers, I hope the new year will be great for everyone, unlike the last couple of fuck-ups we've had.
Robert has finally made it to Kuoh Academy and is approaching rapidly. How will this affect the continuity? That's for me to know and for you to stay tuned and find out. So far a romantic subplot has been set up between Robert and Akeno, we can all agree that Akeno is an absolute baddie and so is Robert to some degree. We get a peek into Robert's past and his psyche, it's a brief glimpse sure, but I didn't want to reveal too much.
Who is this Neya Watasumi? Another question that will be be revealed later on.
I know this chapter didn't have much in the way of action, but I assure you I've got plans. For now I wanted to establish relationships and experiment with character interactions. It's easier to do that in a slice of life setting. I will say that next chapter will have a little more action in it, but there will still be more on the mellow side.
The title of this chapter is a reference to the Twisted Sister song of the same name.
New chapters will come out when they are finished.
Read and Review, that is all I ask of you.
Now I'm going back under my rock to write more chapters and rethink my life.
Peace out.