Don X Don (High School DxD Miracle Child SI Chapter 10)

Milo Donato (5 Years Old)

Orphan life wasn't all that bad.

No, wait, let me explain.

Food and bed were there. Adults are sometimes a bit too dismissive, but honestly I didn't find it that hard to deal with.

Well okay, while there's definitely food, if you're not quick enough on the table, someone else would get the chicken drumstick, and you'd be stuck with green beans and mash potatoes. Or smoked ham. I swear, it's basically a meat strip that failed to succeed in life.

As for bed, thankfully there was enough for everyone, but sometimes you'd have to deal with other kids bargaining, or guilt tripping you to switch beds for the night, because the wanted the one located near the window.

However, none of that was the reason why I was orphan life wasn't so bad. It the mindset I decided to live by, after that faithful day-when I was born-when I lost the opportunity of a lifetime, and did not suck on Gabriel's great giant angel booba.

From that day forth, I decided I will live without regrets, I will suck on the tits of life with a dying will!

"Hey, Father Henry, do you know who are the traveling priests that stop by the church every once in a while?" I asked egarly so I can get started early on 'discovering' the supernatural.

"Ah, those are the Vatican Church's Exorcists." He said in a bored tone, before going back to putting back the books kids were reading, in their proper place in the church library, while clicking his tongue.

"'Exorcists'?" I asked.

"Yeah, they fight Devils, Fallen Angels, and other scary monsters that go bump in the night." He said blatantly.

Wow. He just...told me just like that. Dude, aren't you worried I'd go tell the other kids or something? I mean yeah, I'm a kid too, but you're not suppose to be that nonchalant.

Father Henry was...there. He wasn't a bad guy, in fact he was pretty lax. He's too lax actually.

"Father Henry, when are we gonna work on multiplications and divisions?" I asked one time.

"Huh, we're suppose to do that already? ...Ugh, fine." He let out a weary sigh.

Bro, aren't you a priest? Shouldn't sloth be a sin and all that?

Please be more active and responsible, father!

Milo Donato (7 Years Old)

"Err, right here, Father Cristaldi. This, um, this is him." Said a tepid Father Henry as he led an Excorist to where I am.

I don't always sneak into the library to read, but when I do, I read Marcus Aurelius. Well, not really. At least the bits that are internet quotable I get, the rest not always.

I tried Nitchzsche. I've no fucking clue what the guy is trying to say. Maybe he was subtly telling people to try and groom better mustaches? It's either that, or the most convoluted 'dare to be badass' challenge I've ever read.

As I looked up to see the black haired, stern face Exorcist, that looked to be in his late 20s, and I couldn't help but think that this wasn't operational security anymore. This was operational stupidity.

"Hmm," the old Exorcist hummed while giving me a measuring look. "So you're the one?" He asked, more to himself, than actually addressing me.

"Yes, I am the Chosen One." I deadpanned back. "Are you an Extortionist?"

"M-Milo! Behave yourself boy!" Father Henry shouted.

I ignored Father Henry at the moment, as I just stared at the latest Exorcist sent to check up on me. For, well, always, every few months or so, a traveling Exorcist would just stop by the church to check up on me.

I don't think they even knew why or were told why they are to do that, and probably report back to their superiors. Only a handful seemed to look at me with recognition and sometimes hidden, sometimes not reverence.

I remember this giant of a priest that stopped by and played with all the kids, before asking me if I was doing well. I said yeah, and asked him to give me a piggyback ride.

Later on I learned it was Vasco Strada. I cursed the fact that I didn't realize who it was right away, I could have asked him to teach me some fighting technique or something. Then after thinking about it realized, nah, the piggyback ride was better.

Holy shit he was so tall, I was able to see all the places I used to sneak to from his shoulders.

"I am an Exorcist." The old man nodded. "My name is Ewald Cristaldi." Said Boring McBoring face. He tilted his head looking at me, searching for something. "'Chosen One'?"

"Yes, I will bring balance to the Force." I nodded seriously.

"..." The father looked at me in blank confusion.

"You know, Star Wars?"

"I don't watch foreign films."

Dude, what the fuck!? That's not a 'foreign film', that's human global treasure. I can't wait for the masterpieces of artwork that is the Prequel Trilogy to come out.

He goes back to looking at me, like he might find what's special about me if he looked long enough.

Sorry buddy, nothing to find here. If it's the halo, that shit was easy to control. Just put it on the permanent 'off' switch and done. Until I flip it back up again, which I never do, since you never know when a timely contrived narrative witness might be present. Not that I think he knew about that.

Seriously, these Exorcists would just come by, looked at me like they're trying to discover something, likely because of vague orders of just being told 'check up on this child' without any further details. Does no one in the Church think this is suspicious as fuck thing to do, that's bound to signal to the Devils or Fallen, that there might be something here?

Namely me.

"Here," Father Cristaldi presented me with a sword that I'm pretty sure was a Holy Sword. "Try and hold this."

I raised an eyebrow at him, then stood up and walked over.

"Now what?" I asked holding sword by the sheath. It had that weight to it that told you it was real.

"Unsheathe it." He said.

I shrugged, and grabbed the hilt. The moment my hand touched the hilt, I felt a bit tired, and try as I might I couldn't pull the sword out. It suddenly occurred to me that it would be bad if my angelic origins mean I'm a Natural-born Holy Sword Wielder, but given that I'm failing to pull out the sword, I guess there shouldn't be a worry in that.

The Holy Power Transfer Cross is working as intended. I don't have any Holy Power in me.

I sigh as I give up and just pout and give the sword back to the Exorcist.

"There's a trick to it, isn't there?" I said petulantly on purpose.

"There isn't. Either you can or you can't." He said putting sword back on his waist belt. "Very well, I came and checked. You seem to be...in good health?" He said that last question to me.

Do you not know how to social at all? Are you the male version of Xenovia?

"Basically," I shrugged.

"Good." He nodded and turned to leave, as Father Henry ran after him, likely to make sure Father Cristaldi left okay... or ask him for donations. I don't know what Father Henry does with his time.

Thinking about it, an Exorcist with a Holy Sword is likely a big deal. Likely someone skilled. Maybe I can learn something from him.

I ran after the two priest, hoping I caught them before the weird serious one left.

"Wait!" I called out. They paused with Father Henry suddenly worried. Bro, chill, I'm not the prank pulling type. At least not in something this important. Father Cristaldi just raised an eyebrow. "Cane you teach me?"

"You want to become an Exorcist? That is a long and difficult road. Ask Father Henry to enroll you for training in that." He said factually.

"No, not that." I shook my head.

"The sword?" He guess, before shaking his head. "I don't have time to teach you swordsmanship." He paused for a moment. "Hmm, maybe the basics? I suppose I can test you and see if you have the talent for it."

"Nah, not that either." I said.

"Then what?" Father Cristaldi asked, now looking curious.

I thought about this for a long while. I even looked up the meaning of Gabriel's name to see where I'm likely to have the best combat talent, according to anime secret talent rules.

"Can you teach me how to punch and kick? Just how to do one correctly?" I asked as seriously as possible.

The middle-aged Exorcist paused, taking in my request, before slowly nodding.

"Very well, I can spend some time on that."

Milo Donato (8 Years Old)

Someone better pick up that phone.

"Hey kid," said a shady man of the couple in front of me, that I'd swear on my left are are definitely Devils. "You live in this," he frowned like he smelled shit. "Church, right?"

Because I fucking called it!

"Whose asking?" I said holding my chin in my hand, and stroking my chin with my index finger in a very suave mafia boss way.

The devil woman next to the man-who sneered at my reply. Rude-giggled before crouching down to make her boobs jiggle. Ha! Begone thot! I am not tempted by your flesh bags, for I have the secret power of not hitting puberty yet.

"Do you know any kids who seem...special in that church? Different, you know?"

"I know John who can flick a booger twenty meters." I said with a nod. The two Devils recoils in disgust.

What? I think it's impressive that the kid can make it fly that far with a finger flick.

Recomposing themselves, the devil woman now tried to talk to me.

"We're looking for a kid name...'Milo'?" She looked at the devil man, like she wasn't sure of the name. He nodded and she turned back. "Can you help us out?" She said with a cute pout.

"That's gonna cost you." I said back.

"Oh?" A slow lustful smile came to her face. "And what could your price be, cutie?" She asked, moving her hands over her boobs, while the devil guy groaned.

Ha! Silly Devil, thinking this is a shota and milf situation.

"Three-No..." I gave it some more thought. "Five thousand lire!"

The Devils' expression immediately turned deadpan, before the guy started laughing into his fist, and the woman sighed in disappointment.

"Kids," she said, shaking her head.

Hey! That's the equivalent to two and a half dollars. I can buy like five snacks with that!

"Okay kid, you drive a hard bargain, but here you go." The guy gave me a lump of gold.

I looked up to him with an annoyed confused look.

"Why are you giving me a glitter ball?" I grunted.

"This is solid gold." The devil said.

"Uh huh, and I'm a leprechaun." I rolled my eyes. "Cash or no info." I said decisively, while handing back his gold ball. Yes, it might as well be real, but I'm a kid. The fuck am I gonna explain how I got a lump of gold from?

This time the woman was the one giggling. The guy looked annoyed, I could even see the small anime vein popping up in his head.

"Alright, alright," the devil woman spoke. "No need to get angry with a child dear. Here." The woman handed me the money. In dollars.

I gave her a dry stare back before sighing.

"Alright, follow me."

We walked, with the two shrugging and following me. Honestly I think I'm lucky that they're in a good mood this far. I noticed a old nun who was coming out of the main road to head toward the orphanage, and made sure to walk past her, that she's notices us.

Thankfully she was away, and a different direction so the Devils didn't see her, and I hope, not sense her. If by her stiffening in place, she noticed us. Good.

"Kid, where are you taking us?" The devil woman asked.

"The exchange office." I answered.

"Oh for fuck's sak-" Began the devil man.

"And we're here. Hey Will!" I called out.

"Oh? Milo, boy, how have you been?"

"Good, good, can you change this money real quick?" I handed Old Will the money, who look at me worried, before I mouth 'tourists' at him, and jerked my head at the devils. "I'm their guide to the city! See? I have a job, I'm moving up in the world!" Will chuckled and headed back to the money counting machine.

"Child-" The devil woman voice had an edge to it now, but before they could pick up steam I turned to them with a big smile.

"So!" I began with a wide grin. "There is a 'Milo' in the church, he's about yee high, bit of a picky eater. He'll be by the small forest right behind church in the shed playing with bugs-Wait, are you here to adopt?" I asked suddenly 'looking' surprised.

"Yes, yes we are actually." The devil guy said with a restrained smile, a small growl in his voice. Did I really annoy them that much?

"Milo is a good kid, he doesn't play in dirt or with bugs at all, and he's very introverted, all about that quietly study in his room, lifestyle." I immediately switched tracks, while acting like a salesmen.

The two devils looked at me in amusement, before chuckling, and the earlier tension was gone.

"Oh my, looking out for your friends like that? Aren't you jealous of him being adopted first?" Asked the Devil woman.

"Orphs look out for oprhs." I put a hand on my chest, while doing the peace sign.

That was the single cringest thing I've ever said or done in either life, and I feel spiritual pain for having done it.

The devils chuckled with the woman ruffling my hair, before they turned to leave.

"Maybe I'll come back later for you dearie." Said the woman.

"If your money is good, I'll accept!" I shouted after them.

Old Will confirmed after that, that the money was real. I told him to send it all to Father Henry, as I headed out of the exchange office, and looked around.

"Are you okay?" Said the old nun I noticed earlier. "Those...people didn't hurt you, right?"

"Ah, you're one of those, right?" I grinned. "An Extortionist!"

"...Eh?"

That's how I met Sister Griselda.

Then I told her where the devils went so she would ambush them.

AN: Yeah, this flashback arc is gonna take a while. Procrastination for the win! T_T