/ "Dialogue." /
/ 'Internal Thoughts.' /
/ "Flashback Dialogue" /
'Sharingan.'
The powerful eyes scanned the surroundings with practiced caution. His gaze pierced through what most could not see at Kuoh Academy. A faint smirk played on his lips. 'The same barrier as always.' He observed, his tone tinged with a hint of disdain. 'Is this really the best they can do?' The transparent shield, erected to deter identify potential intruders, presented itself as a mere inconvenience in Sasuke's eyes.
It was more of an invitation than an obstacle. With nonchalant confidence, he approached the invisible boundary that separated the ordinary from the extraordinary.
The bell echoed through the corridors as he blended effortlessly into the sea of students heading toward their home-room, a backpack slung casually over one shoulder. His movements were seamless, calculated, each step taken without drawing attention.
Just as he neared the entrance, something in his peripheral vision made him stop. In the adjacent building, a woman with red hair standing by a window caught his eye. Her lips moved, forming words, but the distance between them rendered them inaudible.
He lingered, lost in observation, another student, absorbed in his own world, crashed into him, stumbling backward. The shave-haired student rubbed his head with a scowl. "Watch it, pretty boy!"
Sasuke barely reacted, keeping his expression neutral. He needed to maintain a low profile, especially with the eyes from the window still watching. His focus shifted, however, when he detected something else—another barrier, this one more intricate, enveloping the adjacent building.
'A sound barrier.' He mused, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He had grown proficient at navigating large crowds lately, slipping through them like a shadow without drawing attention. Without causing a scene, he left the building, his presence unnoticed by the students bustling around him. His destination lay ahead—the old, abandoned wing of the school, a structure that had long been forgotten and left unoccupied.
No one outside this secondary barrier could hear a thing, but within its confined space, every sound resonated clearly.
"Akeno?" Called the red-haired woman, her hair flowing in the breeze like a fire waterfall. Her green eyes stared down, following the stream of students pouring into the academy nonstop.
"Yes, Buchou?" Another voice replied.
"...Is that him?"
'Have I been compromised!?'
The Uchiha felt like they were talking about him. A hint of suspicion sent a shiver down his spine, even though he tried to be careful. But Himejima's smooth voice cleared things up as the info came out.
"Yes, Hyoudou Issei. Class 2-B. Whenever he walks through the barrier, I feel it." Her friend confirmed.
Hyoudou Issei…
The name echoed in Sasuke's mind, but it triggered no recognition. Despite having attended the school since the year began, only a select few names had lodged themselves in his memory, and this was not one of them. It struck him as odd, but perhaps the short few months since the academic year started were not enough time to register everyone.
Still, one thing was certain. This person wasn't one of the them. So why would they be interested in him?
"Senpai…"
Instinctively, Sasuke's left hand shot to his hip, a motion ingrained in him like second nature. Ordinarily, his hand would have closed around the hilt of his sword, but the rules of the school dictated that he remain unarmed. As a seasoned shinobi with the added power of the Rinnegan, he was highly attuned to detecting presences. He could sense even the faintest shifts in energy around him. However, the fact that someone had managed to slip under his radar and catch him off guard left him on edge.
She stood before him. A younger girl with white hair and golden eyes, sporting two long bangs with black cat-shaped hair clips on each side. Her expression was concerned. Despite being
"Senpai, what are you doing here? This building is abandoned. It's dangerous."
He recognized her. She was one of them, part of the enigmatic group that operated on the fringes of school life. Her presence around the supposedly "abandoned" building made sense—they wouldn't want regular people accidentally snooping in on their oh-so-important, high-level conversations.
"I'm still new here," he confessed, his voice smooth and casual. "Just exploring. I wasn't aware this building was condemned."
She nodded, her expression unreadable, and turned away without a second thought.
As Sasuke watched her leave, his eyes shifted to red. Through its keen perception, he recognized the demonic power that radiated from her, interwoven with a unique type of chakra. In the Shinobi world, chakra was a fundamental aspect of life, but in this unfamiliar realm, detecting and distinguishing it was more complex. The way chakra and demonic energy blended seamlessly with the environment made it challenging to discern their true nature.
That's why it was difficult to sense her. She passively utilized senjutsu.
A glance toward the window revealed the woman's absence, likely heading to her classes.
He could see it now.
Hyoudou Issei.
It turns out, he's also in the same class.
Normally, like with most regular students at this institution, Sasuke paid little attention to them. But now that he was aware he was on someone's radar, perhaps it would be wise to take a stronger interest in their activities as well.
While his Sharingan could discern the crimson energy dwelling within Issei, it couldn't reveal its true nature. It was an anomaly, setting him apart from his fellow humans who sat next to him.
Aware of the presence of multiple devils in the school, Sasuke recognized their benign nature towards humans, seeking normal lives away from their kind. Initially perplexed by this revelation, he had suspected some form of violence toward humans was secretly going on, but the reality differed.
Among the numerous devils, only two held significant importance, considered royals in the underworld. Their relevance was further heightened due to their connections to more influential figures.
Sasuke looks down in his black journal.
Rias Gremory.
Sona Stiri.
Those are the names, along with a brief description. Rias Gremory, the woman in the "abandoned" building, despite her status, doesn't seem more impressive than her underlings. The other one, whose name escapes Sasuke at the moment, holds the position of the school president or something along those lines.
Perhaps one or the other will make a play for…
'Hyoudou Issei…right...' He remembered, suddenly writing the name down in the journal.
This is a different world.
But also a very similar world.
People living, people surviving, people fighting. Children ran to their parents, others strolled home, and a variety of foods were on offer. The streets bustled with activity, vibrant art adorned the walls, and the futuristic design of the city stood in stark contrast to the Shinobi world Sasuke knew. The assimilation process had been challenging when he first arrived. The Shinobi world felt archaic compared to this advanced setting.
Notably, everyone here was just a regular person.
They could not fight.
They were not Shinobi.
Not because they don't have the desire, but because they simply do not need to.
In his life, in his world, it's a stark reality of kill or be killed. While some individuals choose to steer clear of the Shinobi path, society needed non-Shinobis for its proper functioning. Yet, with constant warfare and perpetual violence looming, the idea of being something other than a ninja is virtually non-existent. Being a ninja remains the only means to prove oneself to the world, to become someone worthy of admiration.
It was the only way to change the world for the better, or what he considered to be the better.
'I need to get back. I need to finish what I started.'
Another student rudely ran by, almost knocking into him. She was so desperate to make the light before it went red. But then he noticed something off about this girl. Her attire comprised a school uniform – a dark red jacket adorned with a white undershirt, a crimson bow, and a green skirt.
That is not the Kuoh Academy standard uniform.
While she didn't appear to mind Sasuke, her keen interest was unmistakably focused on a specific member of the "perverted trio". She quickly engaged in conversation with Issei, for whatever reason. Despite the odd facial reactions the teen made, it seemed to be a genuinely positive interaction. However, the pieces of the puzzle didn't quite add up.
Who is this girl? Where did she come from? Is that academy even close enough distance for her to have gotten here so fast out of school?
Sasuke watched the woman with suspicion as she disappeared into the crowd. Her yellow aura is unmistakable. 'Fallen Angel...' The pieces of the puzzle were shifting, and now, with three sides at play—devils, fallen angels, and Issei caught in the middle—things were bound to get more complicated. His thoughts lingered on the unspoken tension between these factions. 'This is devil territory,' he reminded himself. 'Why risk showing up here?'
Did she know about the dark crimson energy within him? It was possible. If the devils knew, then of course other factions would as well.
The day pressed on, and the Uchiha decided to indulge in something familiar to ease his mind. Walking into a ramen bar, he took in the savory aromas. A simple meal, but one that grounded him, reminding him of home. He sat alone, letting the noise of the world fade as he focused on his next move.
As he ate, he shifted through his black journal, the pages held carefully documented observations and cryptic insights. He furrowed his brow, tracing the ink of his previous entries. The devils' interest in humans wasn't surprising. Their surveillance within their territory was to be expected. However, this fallen angel's approach—so sudden, so calculated—continued to gnaw at him. Why him? Her identity cloaked and her wings hidden, she seemed to know too much, yet she didn't even attend Kuoh Academy, which only deepened his suspicions.
Fallen Angels have the smallest population among the Three Factions.
Historically, unlike devils, Fallen Angels and regular Angels alike had long relied on humans to further their causes. Humans, especially those with divine or extraordinary abilities, had often been key players in conflicts. Fallen Angels, in particular, were notorious for using their seductive nature to allure mortals, especially men, tapping into their deepest sins and desires. Lust was the most common weakness they exploited, but greed, pride, and envy were just as effective in their arsenal.
Sasuke's fingers tightened around the edge of the journal as he pieced together the puzzle. Was she attempting to recruit Issei, just as the devils were making their move on him?
The pattern was becoming clearer, aligning with the methods he'd studied. This woman—this fallen angel—was likely aiming to sway Hyoudou Issei to the side of the Grigori, the Fallen Angel faction.
'Finally, something is going on.' He said to himself. This was the most excitement he has had since he arrived.
He's dead.
He was just killed.
He was murdered!
Sasuke stared in disbelief, his body rigid as the gravity of the situation settled over him. What had once been one of the most boring and dreadful days of his life had just transformed into a storm. He had spent the day following the two he hardly cared about, bored out of his mind and waiting for something to break the routine. It had been just another average, uneventful moment—until it wasn't.
She had been in obvious disguise, obvious to him, her true nature barely concealed beneath a mask of innocence. Sasuke had assumed her intent was clear. Seduction, followed by recruitment into the Grigori, or whatever fallen angel faction she belonged to. But this—this wasn't recruitment.
Her voice was low and taunting as she towered over the dying body, her true identity now fully revealed. Barely clothed in a strange, almost provocative attire, her appearance seemed designed to mock more than seduce. The atmosphere crackled with tension, an invisible current of menace flowing through the air as she spoke. The Fallen Angel had uttered something unfamiliar, a phrase that lingered in the air with ominous weight—"sacred gear." It was a term he had never encountered before, but its mention added an unsettling layer to the conversation.
What was the purpose of even pretending to be his friend? Why not just kill him the moment she had a chance? Perhaps Issei had refused her offer.
The world will never know.
'I suppose it wasn't a complete waste of a day.' Sasuke muttered to himself, ready to slip back into the trees. His interest in the scene had waned now that the outcome had unfolded. It was time to leave, to disappear back into the quiet, where no one could sense him.
A summoning circle!
The emblem showing to one he had seen before, though not in this town.
A sly grin stretched across Sasuke's face. 'She waited until he was dead to get involved.' He couldn't deny a certain distaste for such covert tactics. Nevertheless, credit had to be given where it was due, and the Uchiha begrudgingly acknowledged her skill in achieving her goals discreetly, without raising any eyebrows. A random dying human wouldn't raise any alarms, as he wouldn't be dead for long, and she skillfully sidestepped the fallen angel's path without drawing attention.
Sasuke watched with curiosity as the devil pulled out a set of individual items from her pocket.
The Evil Pieces
1 Queen. 2 Rooks. 2 Bishops. 2 Knights. 8 Pawns.
They possess the ability to resurrect the deceased and morph them into devils—an extraordinary and formidable capability. The idea of reviving the dead to serve one's cause is not unfamiliar in the shinobi world, although with various drawbacks and considerations. Just like every jutsu in the ninja realm, these malevolent pieces of power appear to share a common trait—they are not without their weaknesses.
She was forced to use all eight of her pawns. Sasuke doesn't know how these work precisely, but judging by the look on her face, she is also stunned by how much she is forced to give up in order to bring him back. For a brief moment she paused, likely wondering if he was worth it.
The questions echoed in Sasuke's mind.
'If he dies again, does she regain the pieces? What did he have that is so drawing to these factions?'
He's sick of asking questions. He wants answers. Sasuke shifted his gaze from the red-haired devil to the outskirts of the city. Unraveling the fallen angel's hiding place wouldn't pose a significant challenge. However, approaching Rias too soon, particularly in the current situation, risked introducing an awkward dynamic.
Sasuke delved into his black journal, swiftly turning its pages until he landed on the section dedicated to the fallen angel. His eyes scanned the entries until a correlation emerged—a pattern tied to abandoned churches. Evidently, they maintained these structures in a state of neglect and vandalism, a final, petty gesture to articulate their dissatisfaction with the church and those who exiled them.
In a land where churches were not exactly abundant, and abandoned ones even rarer, Sasuke strolled along a solitary road. His gaze fixed upon a hill, and as he ascended, he came across a run down, weathered chapel. Its silent presence suggested an air of quiet neglect. However, utilizing the power of his Rinnegan, Sasuke discerned a substantially denser barrier enveloping the chapel. More potent than the ones at the academy.
It's been a while since he's had the opportunity to flex his muscles and be in such a close confrontation. However, he doesn't want to resort to violence if he doesn't have to.
But this isn't part of his mission. This is on his own time.
He stood at the brink of the barrier. The moment he crossed his foot into it, he knew the person who had placed it was onto him.
Swiftly responding to the perceived threat, the seasoned individuals, well-versed in such situations, deftly dispersed to survey their surroundings for multiple potential adversaries. However, their vigilance quickly revealed that the lone individual who had ventured onto their land was merely a human.
Four of them. All Fallen Angels.
One, the one from earlier, adorned black strap-like objects around and under her breasts, a thong held by three thin straps around her hips, gloves with chains hanging, shoulder guards with three spikes on her right shoulder, thigh-high heeled boots, and captivating violet eyes.
A professional looking woman, tall and buxom, with brown eyes and long navy blue hair covering her right eye. She wore a maroon trench coat-style top with a wide collar, a matching miniskirt, and black heeled shoes.
A middle-aged man with short black hair and deep blue eyes, donning a pale gray trench coat over a white dress shirt paired with black pants, shoes, gloves, and a black fedora.
Lastly, a girl with blond twin-tails and striking blue eyes, dressed in gothic lolita attire.
They all sported two black feathered wings, ready for a fight.
"Lost tourist?!" Exclaimed the annoyed blonde. "Erase this fool's memory and send him back." It was evident she wasn't in charge, as no one responded to her command. They all stared at him, anticipating that his reaction to their appearance would send him into a frenzy.
"You're confused," Sasuke replied with a smirk, his tone laced with mockery. "You're the ones clearly lost. A single word to the local devils here, and you'll be reminded of that." He knew he didn't need to inform anyone. It was all part of his game, a ploy to rile them up, to get under their skin. Back where he came from, things were simpler. You fought for your country, and you hated the others. The lines were clear, drawn by borders and allegiances. But here? Here, the hatred was deeper, more insidious. It transcended mere geography, sinking into race and culture, festering in the very fabric of this new world. The divide between devils, fallen angels, and humans was far more venomous.
The one with violet eyes scowled, "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today, human. Don't make me kill another one of you today. Kalawarna, Dohnaseek, ensure our little friend came alone."
She's the leader.
Her subordinates flew above him and scanned the area where he had come from.
"What about me, Raynare-sama?" Her blonde subordinate asked excitedly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Raynare smirked, holding her back. "Wait a second, Mittelt." Her eyes shifted toward Sasuke, filled with an unsettling calm. "We aren't supposed to kill humans unless we have to. So, what the hell do you want?"
Sasuke straightened, his mind racing for the right words. "You killed my frie—" He stopped himself, that wasn't right. Not even close. "You killed someone I car—" Another pause, frustration bubbling up. Finally, he managed to come up with something, "You killed someone who is in the same classroom as me." There was a flicker of awkwardness before he firmly demanded, "I want to know why. Tell me, and no one has to get hurt."
Her smirk widened, clearly entertained. "You're right. No one has to get hurt," she said, mockingly playing along. "And because I like your face, why don't you get the hell out of here? And if you so much as whisper to the devils, we'll just say it was you who killed… what's his name." Her voice dripped with false sweetness, but beneath it was a very real threat.
"You're the only one I need alive." His voice was deep and threatening.
"Mittelt!"
The blond accelerated towards him at high speeds, conjuring a light spear with the intention of piercing him in the same fashion Raynare had killed Issei. Unimpressed, Sasuke effortlessly used his superior agility to dodge the fallen angel's repeated strikes. Frustration crept over her as he gracefully danced around her attacks. Mittelt took to the air, gazing down at him with an air of superiority.
"Die!" she yelled before hurling her light spear toward the ground. A small explosion of light and a cloud of smoke erupted from his location. Silence followed. She believed that might have done it, even if it seemed like overkill.
SWWWWIIIIIISH
A narrow surge of water exploded from the ground, prompting her to emit a yelp of feminine surprise. The force was enough to push her to the ground, and she rolled down the hill of the chapel like a ragdoll—a perfect test subject for his newfound proficiency in using Water Release.
Following closely behind were the other two. Sasuke slammed his palms into the ground and uttered a quick phrase. Dohnaseek flew in with his blue light spear, ready to launch the projectile. However, he was disappointed to witness a large flying rock clash into the light weapon, causing a small explosion as the rock crumbled into multiple pieces. Despite his attempt to conjure another spear, it didn't matter. Another sphere of rock and dirt passed through the resulting cloud and collided with the fallen angel. His body, like Mittelt's, tumbled down the hill like a toy before hitting the ground.
Kalawarner panicked and maintained her distance, learning from observing him not to stay in one place. Utilizing her wings to stay on the move, she attempted to devise a strategy. However, before she could formulate a plan, her body involuntarily jerked back into motion. "What the hell is this!?" A surge of wind seized her, rendering her unable to escape. Raynare watched in shock as her friend began to spin uncontrollably, her body ascending and moving further away from the chapel.
Now, it is just them two.
Sasuke locked eyes with her and asked, "I'll let you decide, fire or lightning?" He desired to practice all the elements, even the ones he had mastered. After all, practice makes perfect. They weren't dead, he isn't really interested in killing them.
She spat, "You little worm." Raynare summoned her own spear, "What the hell do you want? Did the devils send you to do their business?"
He sighed, "That kid. You guys spent all day together."
She lowered her eyes, "I recall…"
"And…" Sasuke said in a monotone voice, "You murdered him." He didn't really care that Hyoudou Issei had died. But he did want to sound more convincing when it came to her answering questions.
Raynare attempted a cheap shot with the spear. Sasuke let her go near him but merely moved to the side. He lifted leg up before slamming it down onto the spear. Her body jerked forward. His hand grabbed her by the neck before lifting her into the air. The Uchiha then slammed her into the ground.
Her world changed.
The sky turned a dark purple, and with each passing second, her body felt increasingly constricted. Despite her attempts to squirm, she remained held down. She was puzzled, realizing it wasn't quicksand or a conventional trap that confined her. As she looked around, she discovered that what restrained her was... a hand. Tracing the limb led her to a nightmarish sight. Looking down at her was a giant shadowy figure, overwhelming her with both strength and fear. Its enormous white eyes and wicked smirk only fueled the anxiety in this nightmare.
She had to be dreaming.
Her face bore an expression of shock, pure terror, and evident fear. She may not be able to move, but eventually the darkness faded. Light and the setting before this sudden vision came back to real life.
And so did the human.
"Why did you kill him?"
Raynare didn't even hesitate, "He had a sacred gear. We had orders to kill him." The monotone from her voice made her sound like a dictionary, which is how he preferred it.
"Sacred gear?"
She answered, "God's Artifacts granted to humans, each possessing significant abilities. He had a Twice Critical."
"Orders from who?"
For a brief moment, she hesitated. But it didn't take long to get his answer.
"Azazel-sama."
'Azazel?' Sasuke thought to himself. He had heard that name before—a higher-up in the Grigori. 'He's ordering his subordinates to enter devil territory and kill humans who may or may not pose a threat?' It didn't make sense. It sounds too risky. The Fallen Angels were the first to leave the Great War, and they faced the harshest penalties under the peace treaty because of it. The Grigori suffered more casualties as a percentage than the other two. As a result, they are now the least populated of the three.
It's fair to say she either misinterpreted her orders or is being used to potentially start a war. Both scenarios are possible, but the more likely answer is the first one.
With his curiosity somewhat satisfied, he walked past Raynare. Leaving her to suffer the side effects from the genjutsu. It was a farcry from what Itachi could do, but it was enough to get what he needed.
The next day, Issei appeared in a state of distress and confusion, but his memory remained intact. He questioned his friends about the encounter with the girl known as Yuuma, but none of them seemed to remember the event at all, despite their lingering jealousy over the strange situation he described. They shrugged it off, leaving Issei more perplexed than ever.
Sasuke stood nearby, amazed by the sight of someone dead suddenly coming back to life. It was far better than Edo Tensei, since they were actually alive in the real sense. However, the Evil Pieces came with their own cost. Sasuke hadn't forgotten a single detail. Someone had tampered with the memories of the humans—whether it was the work of the Gremory family or Raynare, he couldn't be certain. But the fact that Issei's memories were untouched intrigued him.
'His body is completely different now.' Sasuke noted silently, his Sharingan subtly activated beneath his lashes. Issei no longer emitted the neutral energy of a typical human. The energy surrounding him had shifted, turning red—a telltale sign that he was now a devil. The crimson aura, however, remained dormant, lying in wait to be awakened fully.
As the school bell rang, signaling the end of the conversation, Sasuke decided it was best to leave Hyoudou alone for now. There was no need to interfere any further. The situation was unfolding on its own, and for the time being, it was more useful to observe than to act.
He strolled through the echoing halls of the school, the murmur of students and the shuffle of papers filling the air. His thoughts were still focused on the oddities surrounding Issei, but as he navigated the sea of faces. There was nothing to be concerned over, no one kenw him. People did speak of him, his looks, his mysterious status, if they paid attention enough. It was annoying, like having multiple Sakura's constantly pandering him.
It was easy to hide in open sight, just as he wanted.
Then, suddenly, unexpectedly, someone blocked his path. He went around, but so did the person.
Glass. Violet eyes. Black hair. A bob cut.
He found himself face-to-face with Sona Sitri, the appointed student president. Known for her strict demeanor and unwavering adherence to rules, she exuded an air of authority and precision that was impossible to ignore.
"Uchiha Sasuke," Sona greeted sternly, her expression as unyielding as her reputation. "We haven't met, but I wish to make your acquaintance. Perhaps you could come to our council room. It's important that, as the president, I know all of our students as best as possible. There are many ways to accomplish this."
Sasuke, aware of who she was but never having interacted with her directly, paused. "What do you want?" he asked, his tone dismissive, almost brutish, revealing his lack of interest in pleasantries.
"Chess," Sona declared, her eyes gleaming with a competitive spark. "A game of strategy and wits. I don't waste time, and I believe in rules. Do you?"
Sasuke smirked, a sharp edge to his expression. "You want to fight me? Fine."
"In a game of chess," She clarified, a faint grin tugging at her lips. "If we fought for real, we'd both be expelled."
This was pressure, or rather it was supposed to be. Sasuke was trained and seasoned, having fought in the Chunin Exams and faced countless trials. This was part of the mission, but it was also a test in its own right. Being in the council room, he felt the weight of numerous eyes on him, but his primary focus was meant to be on the game of chess.
There was nothing to be concerned about. Sasuke was just a student at the school, nothing more, nothing less.
He knew of chess but had never played it seriously. His encounters with the game had been limited to moments of boredom, never delving deeply into its complexities. He wasn't a strong player, nor did he particularly care for it.
Tsubaki, Sona's vice-president, stood silently by, observing as they prepared for the match. The chessboard was set, and the atmosphere thickened with tension as they began to play.
Sasuke stared blankly while scanning the board. The pieces felt unfamiliar in his hands, their movements structured, bound by rules he had little interest in mastering. He moved his pawns aggressively, going all in, a typical approach to start with, though he didn't care much for the setting phase of the game.
He then shifted his knight, attempting a bold maneuver to trap Sona's bishop. As he made his move, he searched her face for any hint of reaction—something to gauge how his strategy was faring. But her expression remained perfectly calm, an unshakable mask of composure. Her demeanor suggested she was well-prepared for whatever he threw at her, making it clear that this game would be more than just a simple diversion.
"Check," Sona said smoothly, making a move that cornered his king, exposing his oversight.
He could claim ignorance, that chess wasn't something from his world, but he refused to use such an excuse. Instead, Sasuke continued to push forward, sacrificing pawns in an attempt to lure her into a trap. But Sona saw through his tactics, deflecting each attack with methodical precision.
The game progressed, and it became clear that Sasuke's aggressive, impatient style was no match for Sona's calm and calculated strategy. She dismantled his defenses one by one until, finally, the inevitable conclusion came.
"Checkmate," Sona stated, her tone neutral yet firm.
Sasuke nodded, accepting the loss without a word. He eyed her curiously. "What was the point of this?"
"To evaluate you," The president answered, her voice measured. "Chess reveals more than you think. You played aggressively, forcing moves out of frustration. I wanted to understand your thinking."
Sasuke remained silent, unimpressed by the analysis.
She smirked slightly. "That is all. If you ever wish to play again, contact the Vice-President." She glanced at Tsubaki. "You may see him out."
It was from this interaction that the "regular" human came to a realization. Sona Sitri wasn't just a student president in name or title—she was something far more significant. She was the one controlling the school's barriers, the unseen force maintaining the security around them all. Every student, every interaction, every barrier, and every anomaly that occurred within the school walls was under her watchful eye.
Sasuke stood in his apartment, the scent of freshly brewed tea lingering in the air. He sipped slowly, sitting on the balcony as he reflected on the events that had unfolded in recent weeks. His mind raced through the chaos, the alliances, the betrayals—all while the cool evening breeze brushed against his face.
As if on cue, the silence in the room was interrupted by the low hum of a summoning circle materializing in the center of the floor. From the glowing symbols emerged a figure, tall and composed, with a silver robe that flowed elegantly behind him. His long braid and striking silver hair only accentuated the sharpness of his features, making him appear both distinguished and dangerous.
"It's been a while," The man's voice was smooth yet edged with something colder. "We were starting to get worried. That perhaps this mission may have been too much and you would have... joined them."
Sasuke smirked, leaning back in his chair without a trace of concern. "They can't help me," he replied, voice calm. "But I haven't decided who to part with. Perhaps both, perhaps one faction."
The man's tone shifted, becoming more passive-aggressive, as his eyes narrowed slightly. "Well, if you need help making that decision, I would suggest Rias Gremory. Her path is far more aligned with our goals."
Sasuke met the man's gaze with an amused expression. "But it's not your decision to make." There was a sharpness to his voice, one that seemed to echo a warning. He reached into a small journal on the table beside him and casually tossed it to the man. "Things have been getting more interesting, for now. I'll see if it holds up. Spying is boring—have something else for me."
The man caught the journal without flinching, his strange smile widening as he skimmed over Sasuke's notes. His handsome face betrayed nothing, though his eyes flickered with a subtle tension. "Don't test me," Sasuke added, his voice firm. "Did you hear what I said?"
"Of course, Sasuke-kun," the man said, almost mockingly. "I'll figure out something for you to do."
He stood up, the look in his eyes darkening. "Good. And don't keep me waiting this time. I'm getting tired of it."
"What's the rush?" The voice replied, "Not enjoying your little vacation?"
Sasuke's tone darkened. His eyes fixed on the setting sun and the glimpse of the rising moon in the sky.
"Not my sun. Not my moon. Not my home. Not my world.'"
Some points here for this story:
1) Harem Theme (eventually)
2) No other Naruto characters
3) Issei is still an important character.
Let me know what ya think.