Damn it…
Hazel eyes, regretful irises, pained pupils looked upward to the canopy of his bed. Pale moonlight swathed over his bare form, along with those that clung lovingly to his body, a body that had been put through the wringer time and time again. The brunette, his hair was unkempt, in line with a delinquent which was how he was viewed–that and a pervert, and a…well, he liked to fancy himself a hero every now and then.
I can't sleep
Issei Hyoudou's left arm was encumbered (not to his annoyance though) by the bountiful bosom of the crimson haired princess of destruction, Rias Gremory. She held him close, like a lover (he wished that was true). Her face was serene, even sleeping–she was a sight to behold, with blemishless skin like marble and curves that could send any hot-blooded sybarite swooning. Her crimson hair was voluminous with a single lock that extended from it. This crimson, red like ichor, was the first thing that caught a person's eye about her.
The president of the Occult Research Club, the heiress to the Gremory peerage, the prez, had been his savior when his heart had fallen for a cold-hearted monster who had wanted him dead. And he wished he could have been more than a servant, a pawn, to her.
Damn it
His right arm was coddled by the sweetest angel that the followers of the Church had abandoned, scorned and called a witch. Asia Argento, with split bangs and golden locks that went down to her waist, her skin was heavenly, without a single fault.
She had been petite when he first met her, acted as a tour guide for her, faced his killer to save her, cried to heavens for their damning of her, but her curves had come into their own–they couldn't beat the president's, but it was not at competition for him.
He loved her just the way she was, and it still wigged him out at the thought of how bold she was now, Akeno and Rias had really rubbed off on her. What was it with the girls he knew and being competitive?
Some 'older brother'-type I turned out to be, he thought glumly, a forlorn frown being sculpted upon his face as reality drew closer with each passing minute.
While those two embosomed his sides, three others clung to him as they slept.
By Rias, slightly underneath her by the raven-haired beauty, with a body that could rival the president herself. Her name was Akeno Himejima, she was Rias's lightning wielding Queen in the peerage. As sadistic to her enemies as she was caring to her friends. She had taken a liking to Issei, even more so after revealing her parentage of being a Fallen Angel.
She nuzzles her face against him, her breast rubbing his side. Even while sleeping, she had a sly smile.
By Asia, in a similar position to Akeno, was Xenovia Quarta. A slim, fit and rather busty italian girl with blue hair that had a single green streak in it. She was a former exorcist for the Church. Having been almost an enemy at first before changing her mind and joining the ORC and Rias's peerage as a devil. She wielded the legendary holy sword Durandal and was very straightforward with most things. Like for example she wanted Issei to impregnate her so that the child produced from it would be strong.
She clung to his side with fierce focus as she slept.
And finally, was the occupant who cuddled against his chest, Koneko Toujo. She had pure white hair with the tell-tale ears and tail being out in full. With a petite body, she was surprisingly strong despite her cute looks. The nekomata had been ice cold to him for the longest time until quite recently.
She purred as she slept.
At any other point, he would be ecstatic for this exact situation, even when it became the norm for him (somehow). But he…just couldn't.
He didn't want to leave, he still had so much to do. He had to become a high-ranking Devil, become a harem king, get a girlfriend. He had to be there for guys like his juniors, Gasper, Koneko and that bastard pretty boy, Kiba. He had to prove himself, make it so the President's choice in giving him life wasn't wasted.
He owed it to her; he wouldn't be anything without her kindness.
But of course, he had to go and screw it up. Not like I regret what I did…
The client's apartment door sealed tight, he let go of the handle and tired but satisfied hazel eyes
took in the full moon that hung over the brisk night air of Kuoh Town.
Letting loose a satisfied sigh, "Not bad, not bad at all." Issei slipped his hands into his pocket and sauntered down the stairs. Gotta say, Morisawa wasn't wrong, 'Drag So-Ball Y: Clash of Deities' definitely meets the hype…too bad Ultra Form IV isn't canon anymore "tch, really like that form too–even if FA wasn't that good" he admitted glumly under his breath.
The seventeen-year-old had unkempt spiky brown hair, standing 170 cm. He wore his school uniform which consisted of a black blazer with white accents, over white long sleeve dress shirt that was open to reveal a red t-shirt (which was not a part of the uniform originally). Along with black dress pants and blue tennis shoes with white laces.
A lot had changed in a very short amount of time, and he couldn't be happier, even with the way it–
I died
A spear of light in my chest and out my back,
It was pure pain and then I felt cold,
I saw my crimson blood,
I thought of her crimson hair, so much like my blood…
A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about his death, cringing and unthinkingly feeling his chest…he breathed in and out.
That was in the past, and now "Everything's coming up Issei" he reminded himself with a giddy smile (almost fake as he tried to escape the memories).
He reached the bottom and went to his bike. Grabbing the handles, clenching promptly, he swung his leg over the seat, rested his feet on pedals and crank, chains and wheels began to spin as he made his way down the road.
The bike took to concrete and then asphalt smoothly, pedaling was easy and wind passing through his hair was swift.
Rounding corners had come easy to him after riding this bike for so long, even if he could teleport like other Devils, there was something oh so satisfying about simply riding a bike at night.
The dark was the devil's domain, where they were at their peak. So, perhaps that was why? Or I've officially embraced the crappiness of being a poor excuse for a devil he laughed to himself.
Either way, he couldn't help but smirk as the wheels rolled on. He would be home quick, where the prez and her boobs are waiting! A pervy grin and shade of red washed over his face as he imagined the red-head bombshell embracing him and praising him along with Asia "...hell yeah!" he felt warm imagining the former nun's beaming face.
He had lived in Kuoh Town for seventeen years and had to ride back and forth to meet clients almost every night. In essence, he knew the town's routes like the back of his hand.
"Just get in the car!" a threatening voice took Issei out of his focus.
Asshole sounds like he's having a rough ni–
"STOP IT!" a woman yelled, Issei braked and slowed his bike to halt.
He queried his eyes and allowed himself to listen to his surroundings.
Perhaps it was just a domestic argument…she sounded scared though
"How dare you cross me!" the words though angry were slurred, he sounded drunk.
"STOP IT! LET ME GO!" she screamed,
Issei frowned, then grit his teeth, pedaling his bike to the source of the scream.
Coming to a tight corner, he attempted to drift–
The bike's stature declined, the rubber wheels skidded, and Issei fell/skidded on his back as his back crashed itself away from him and into some trash on the sidewalk.
Recovering quickly, his demonic eyes that had become attuned to the night zeroed in on the only souls out on the street.
"NO..!" the woman squeaked.
Next to a parked car with its headlights shining was a bald man in a nice dark suit. "Don't give me that shit!" he warned, as he wrangled and constricted a woman wearing a white sweat and black skirt who seemed to be in her mid-twenties.
"Ow!" she squeezed out " please, stop–you're hurting me!" she begged as she tried to pull herself away from the bald man.
Issei cracked his knuckles and sped over to him–
The bald man snarled "Tch, what a waste of–"
"HEY ASSHOLE!"
He looked over his shoulder with a heinous expression, as well as revealing topaz lensed glasses and a goatee "Mind your own damn–" his cheek went inward, teeth popping out and going face first hard against a guard rail as he hit the ground like a sack of bricks.
"Let that be a lesson on why you shouldn't be a jerk to girls!" he crossed his arms triumphantly with a devil may care smirk.
The woman held her hands over her mouth in shock.
"HRG–" the bald man hurled; blood mixed in with the vomit. His hand clenched the guard rail to steady himself "Made…a mistake…damn brat…" he said through a pained and stilted tone, picking himself to his heat, hunched over, unbalanced but staring straight with vehemence into Issei's steeled hazel eyes.
"And you're about to meet my fist again, asshole!" he raised right hook like brandishing a weapon.
The woman got between both of them, looking directly at the bald man. "I'll–I'll tell everyone about funds, report it to the police if I have to–if-if you t-think of keeping this up!" she warned through a shaky tone.
Money? What did I just get myself into? Issei thought in passing, attempting to grab the woman's shoulder and pull her away from the man.
The man sneered cruelly with his two front teeth gone and a large bleeding gash on his face. "Whose word will they take? Mine or yours? It's…not…unthinkable that you did it all on your own" he warned.
Police sirens rang.
Issei pulled her back easily with his devilish strength and met the man face to face. Grabbing him by the collar.
The flashing of red and blue drew ever closer,
He flinched for a moment before maintaining an exterior of heavy-handed disgust.
Meanwhile, the woman's eyes widened in terror as she seemingly replayed the threat in her head. "But I was only doing what I was told–"
The sirens blared louder and louder.
"You know who I am," he said coldly as unflinchingly locked eyes with Issei.
"I don't so I'm going to smack your face aga–" Issei attempted to threaten
But the bald man continued, "And you know that this boy attacked me for no reason." voice calm.
"WHAT?! You were fucking throttling her!" Issei argued, still holding the man.
The cop cars in view, parked.
Still, "And if you say anything else–you know what will happen to you, your job and anything else you even hope of doing, don't you?"The bald man talked to the woman.
"I-I–" she stuttered.
"You're a real prick!" Issei frowns at this slamming the man to ground, knocking the wind out of his lungs.
The police stepped out of the vehicle and approached.
"And your pathetic life is over, brat!" he said breathlessly, near silently.
Issei rolls his eyes, "Yeah, sure it is!" he turns to the approaching police–his mouth goes agape as he sees the woman he had saved pointing at him.
And to the officers she damns him "That-that boy! He-he just came out of nowhere and attacked us! He hurt him!"
Well, if I knew she was going to do that…He pursed his lips and sighed inwardly. Maybe I do regret it
'How were you supposed to know?' The booming ancient voice of the welsh dragon, Ddraig, echoed through his skull. 'You came to that event with no context and reacted on base instinct–you did the noble thing, like you always do, partner'
And screwed me. Just when it seemed like I was in my popular era
'...' the red dragon's silence is palpable 'they made theme song about you grabbing womens' breasts–it is insulting'
Yes, it's cheesy, but kids like it! Issei argued.
'Confoundingly,' the red dragons replied sourly.
But seriously, after dying, beating the fiery chickens face in while using my balance breaker for first time to save Rias. He remembered his first kiss, Rias's lips were soft and heavenly, her tongue warm. Though he had already sworn an oath to her, it felt like the first time all over again. He loved her, even if she thought of him as a pawn.
I literally cut my lifeline down by making the Divided Gear. I went through training arc through hell with Tannin and almost lost myself to my Juggernaut Drive after seeing Asia disappear by that bastard Diodora…He swallows with sadly relieved smile…After all that, I went on a date with Akeno, I defeated a big shot foreign god–
'Ngh, no offense, but Loki is not what I'd call a BIG SHOT after being beaten to a pulp, defeated and imprisoned a few years ago by the A–'
I kicked his ass either way, Ddraig. But that's beside the point! I spent time with Rias during her ceremony, got the seal of approval from her brother to keep being with her, as her pawn…I was up to take the High-Class Devil exam. My class trip was to Kyoto! I was getting stronger, learning new techniques to better wield the Boosted Gear–And more IMPORTANTLY…I live with the hottest girls anyone can imagine, and they actually like me despite being a pervert. I mean it's as a 'friend' or like a pawn, or their junior he cringed, chest hurting with the ghost of a stabbing pain. Rias hasn't even become the champion of the Rating Games circuit, I haven't become the Ultimate Pawn–I haven't even become the Harem King yet…now, I'm leaving…
The arrest and lawsuit were hit fast and hard.
In the past, something like this wouldn't have been hard to sweep under the rug. True to the one of the stereotypes about Devils, they could manipulate regular humans and their society quite simply. Either, due to using their own demonic thaumaturgy to mold their mind towards a certain belief/decision. Or alternatively, pulling strings through local government/organizations if the Devil had built themselves up to have that sort of aristocratic power.
Rias had done the former briefly to keep his parents from freaking out when they found him and Rias together naked in his bed.
Possible moral quandaries of such abilities and actions aside, it had really smooth things over, and his parents had come to love Rias.
Such abilities/actions had been severely restricted (unless in instances of extreme circumstances) a few months after Issei had become a devil, by the new king of Hell after he had taken the true throne of the nine levels during a huge battle in the america city of Las Vegas.
Back to the point, Issei had found himself as the defendant. Meanwhile the prosecution, that bald bastard, hadn't bothered to come to the court proceedings when they began.
Issei recalled a day after the arrest and before the trial. Having come back from visiting her brother, Sirzechs Lucifer, one of the Four Great Satans of Hell–Rias had held on to him tightly alone in her room and just cried until morning.
Evidently, she had gone to her brother to try and sidestep the trial, damn the consequences of going against the King's law. But Sirzechs had said no. She had tried to do it herself, but Grayfia, Sirzechs's wife, maid and queen (in his peerage) had kept her from doing so.
Even with the courts and individuals barred from mental/political influence–Issei got the best lawyer the Gremory Estate could provide on his behalf and that guy had done his damnedest to defend him in court.
That said, he was charged with assault despite his lawyer's best effort, but due to his age and perhaps some finesse granted to him by his attorney–instead of ending up in juvie, he merely got a one-year-probation for his troubles.
The red dragon emperor never had the best of cred in his town, having been sneaking a peak with his friends at girls every once in a while (as well as being a proud lecher), but he had become downright infamous and radioactive after the trial. His school board wanted nothing to do with (despite arguments from Rias and Sona to allow him to stay).
Not a single school in his town wanted him due to the assault charge. His parents kept reaching out, but he was denied every single time–
Found one though, literally hours away in Tokyo. He admitted glumly. The Prez and Akeno are going to graduate soon…and I won't be there.
'You make it sound like it's the end of the line, partner. It is just a moment and this not even a trial after all we've been through'
Yeah but, I won't be able to see the Prez or Akeno's tits and ass for an entire year–
'...You know they can easily visit you'
Yeah, but I won't be able to watch out for my juniors at school. Train with Kiba or Xenovia, or show Asia more cool things to do in Japan…
'This will pass'
Issei looked at the girls that clung to him, that would miss him, I really hope you're right…
The train would arrive shortly, and from there, with a few interchanges, he'd be in Tokyo and meet up with an old friend of his parents, and he'd live with him for a year–
The turnout was bigger than he gave himself credit–with the student council (ie Sona Sitri's peerage), his long time (and equally perverted) friends Matsuda and Motohama, the entirety of the Occult Research Club (Gasper though stayed in his box to hide from the sun), their advisor Azazel (who was in actuality/formally the Governor General of the Fallen Angels) and his parents
This really sucks! He thought glumly as he made his goodbyes.
Sona was curt and professional with her goodby, her pawn, Genshirou Saji meanwhile held back his frustration through tears "You better not let me overlap you!"
"Yeah, keep getting stronger–we can't be the Ultimate Knight and Ultimate Pawn for Rias if you start slacking" Yuuto Kiba agreed, the handsome short blonde haired and blue eyed (a beauty mark under his left one) boy, raising his hand to shake. And Issei obliged him without a second thought.
"You better not perv on any girls, pervert," Koneko had coldly told him, hiding her sorrow.
His hands were clasped by a twin-tailed blonde and busty angel "Yes, keep your soul pure during this trying penance" This was his childhood friend, Irina Shidou.
"Please just stay out of trouble" Rossweisse, the curvaceous white haired, former Valkyrie of the Allfather Odin, bemoaned.
"I'll make sure to keep researching reproductive positions–" Xenovia whispers in his ear "I want to try something called 'The Mating Press'..."
"Don't think just because you're leaving, that your treatment will stop…I still have to make sure you're 'spent'" Akeno also whispered, her tongue teasing his ear.
Issei squirmed, Hell yeah!
His mother, Miki and father, Gorou hugged him tight, "Don't cause any trouble for Mr. Sakura" his mother pleaded through heavy tears.
"I'm so sorry, Issei–this is bullcrap!" his father said with acid.
Next was Azazel, who granted the brunette a genial smile "think of it like this, you've always had potential–this is just a way proving that further"
"Yeah, teach…hope so," Issei replied.
The former nun next, he felt the tears seep into his shirt "Please don't go…" Asia begged
He wrapped his arms around her "I'll be back–plus, me going to Tokyo would give an excuse to sight see!" he smiles through the pain. "I promise I'll see you again" why do I keep making her sad?
She looks up at him and smiles "I know, it still hurts…" moments passed and she let go.
This left only Rias as Issei's train reached the station.
The crimson haired upperclassman, the heiress of the Gremory Devil Clan and King of her peerage, approached him with a depressed look. "We could just live in Hell…you don't need to do this"
His hazel eyes met her lovely ocean blue irises. Sun shined on and reflected off alluring red locks that caught the passing wind. Her ahoge drooped over him as she got close, clasping his hands. "I don't care what my brother says! I–"
Issei shakes his head, "You don't need to raise hell for me, Prez…" What I wouldn't give to live a peaceful life with her But he'd just be getting in way of her hopes and dreams. It would be a cowardly act, I'd just be deadweight "...I'll be good"
"But I won't be" her sullen features.
"Prez, please–"
-/LAST CALL TO…/- the intercom announced.
Her lips met his desperately. Her chest rubbed against his. She locked on to him and as much as he wanted to stay in that moment–
-/SIXTY SECONDS TILL DEPARTURE/-
'Time to go, partner'
Issei mustered all the strength he could and pulled himself away from her.
Rias, distraught, held back her tears. "Alright," Wiping away stray droplets, she forced a smile. "Don't forget who your…your master is…don't forget that you're loved by a lot people, me included"
Issei nods, stepping through the threshold. "I won't, Rias. Never"
Rias reached her hand to him "I–"
The doors closed and the train sped off before her eyes.
From Kuoh Town, his family, his friends and her,
The Gremory heiress clenched her chest and fell to her knees. "I love you…"
Author's Note:
Special thanks to Evowizard25 and Woohoopizzaman78 for their help during my brainstorming process for this story.