442SO. Lets give this another shot! I will progress this one as fast as I can. Hopefully this time it will go off without a hitch. Issei will be a bit different this time around. But, he will have a different power other than Boosted Gear. Anyways, I'll shut up now!
LETS DO THIS!
Chapter 1...
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Silence. That's all it was. A darkened room in a particular psych ward, that particular patients were confined to when they were out of control. Reflecting on the errors of their behavior. But not this particular resident. No. He was not there for starting a fight with other patients. He wasn't there for violating any rule that would cause him to reflect. He was there, because he requested it. It made him feel at ease. Voices could be heard on the other end of the door, that separated the padded room.
"So your transportation is here to take him home." A male voice said.
"I know. I can't believe it. All these years, and my little Issei grew into a teenager before long." A female voice sighed depressingly.
"I can't believe it took this long. Most of the time, we work with the family at home. I guess the kid required special attention. I don't know Yuka. Some strange shit has been happening since he first enrolled here." The male said in a concerned way. "Fluctuations in the building's power. The security guard just up and left after getting assigned. The fact that Issei was popping up in restricted areas, without a logical explanation of how he got there...I don't know...in some ways, I'm glad the kid gets to go home."
"Issei needs help, even at home. Ever since his parents...you know. I just can't believe he thought a demon killed them."
"You'd have to be, from what the case revealed on the news. I heard the bodies we-"
"Hey! Zip it! He can probably hear us!" The female scolded her colleague.
"It's sound proofed. He couldn't, even if he pressed his head against the door." He said in rebuttal. But little did they know, he could hear them loud and clear. Almost as if he were standing next to them.
"...it's Yuka and that douche that keeps flirting with her." The person in the white room thought. The person that the two outside were referring to, was a teenage boy named Issei Hyoudou. Issei was nearly the victim of a gruesome murder that took place when he was only six years old. The murders, was that of his parents. He was brought in for a psychological evaluation, courtesy of his aunt and uncle, that took custody of him. However, what could have been a simple shock and trauma story, was a ten year long debate between him, and his doctors and family, about what killed his parents. It was a demonic monster. Normally, what most people thought when hearing that, was just a crazed, psychopathic killer. But the second Issei described in detail what the killer looked like, they all treated him as if he were insane. His uncle insisted he remain in Oni, the famed hospital for people that were traumatized to an extent as much as him, until his nephew stopped referring to the murderer as a beast that was only in fairy tales. Issei was one of the longest residing patients.
Issei had short spiky brown hair, with two short locks of hair behind his head, and light brown eyes, and was of average height. Unknown to the two staff members that he knew pretty well, that conversed outside his room, he was sitting back in the corner. With his hand held out, two black orbs, the size of marbles, were floating above his hand. He slowly made them circle in mid-air above his open palm. He just idly sat there, and continued to boringly move the black orbs in figure-eight like fashion. It was like nothing he could have explained. On the day he enrolled, ever since he was a kid and, was confined for the first time, and after thinking a certain something, the very orbs that were circling in the air, appeared. Many things happened when he discovered this...curse. A voice in his head was speaking, almost like a distant yell, five times a month. It wouldn't go away, unless he concentrated, and kept spinning the void-like energy in his hands.
Naturally he kept it a secret from everyone.
It wasn't restricted to just two measly balls of black energy, but time would show that he would have a chance to reveal what his curse could do. "...I haven't heard instructions this time. I wonder if that weird voice is finally gone?" Issei wondered. Ever since he got word about his discharge, he hadn't heard the voice in his head that gave him strange instructions. Oddly, he felt compelled to follow it.
"...HUmAn..."
"Oh crap, here it comes again." Issei made a pained expression.
"ThE ClocK'S tIcKiNG, TicK, tock, TIck tOCK...My...my nAme...cALl mY NaMe..."
"What are you saying? I don't get what you mean." Issei tried to mentally argue. He normally wouldn't try to talk back whenever this happened, but he was determined to get this, eerie voice, to stop on the day of his release. As he listened, the dark orbs started getting bigger, and a black current of static, enveloped the energy balls.
"...I NeeD A VeSsEl...The vOId is At YOur FingerTIpS...call mE..mY NamE...I aM nOt whOle ...giVe Me ...EXISTENCE...GiVE ME SHAPE!..GIvE ME ForM!"
(KNOCK, KNOCK)
"DRK! Huh?" Issei snapped out of it, and the knocking on his door seemed to instantly drown out the voice. The unstable energy vanished, as if it never existed. He cleared his throat and the first to open the door was a blonde nurse with glasses and green eyes. She had a well endowed figure, and had very mature essence that exuded from her. She looked at him worriedly and approached him in a calm manner.
"Issei? Are you alright?" She asked after kneeling and getting a better look at his face.
"Uh..yeah. Sorry, I...was just a little anxious about going to school." He said with a frown.
"Are you sure? I think we should have you checked out before you leave." She said as she looked closer.
"I'll be fine, Yuka. I'm ready." He said and quickly stood up. The day that everyone was waiting for. It finally came. Ten long years of waiting, and it finally came down to it.
"You sure kid? Took you long enough to finally see reason. How do I know you're not just pretending you're not cra-" The male doctor said mockingly.
"I'm not crazy, Jace. I was just...when you watch your family die in front of you-" Issei began to talk back.
"Issei, calm down. Jace, get back to work." Yuka turned to her rude co-worker.
"I was just playing. You ever had a sense of humor?" He threw his arms up in defense.
"Well, your sense of humor, can go out to dinner with you tonight, if you don't get back to the office." Yuka threatened.
"Ergh...Yes ma'am." He saluted in a mocking fashion. He didn't want to ruin his future plans, with the most attractive nurse in the whole building. "Hope you had fun here kid. If it were up to me, I'd have sent you somewhere else. I had to have a lot of dinner plans canceled because of you. You're lucky she's got your back."
"I was doing her a favor." Issei looked away and the male nurse had a tick mark on his head, from what Issei said.
"And just what are you insinuating mr. wise guy? The only girls you've ever known were Alzheimer, paralyzed, and autism patients. Here in the adult world, the experiences are night and day. ESPECIALLY, at night." He winked at Yuka.
"Ew." She deadpanned.
"So, don't take this the wrong way, but I hope I never see you again." He politely put.
"Good God, I'm so glad this sleazebag is being left behind here." Issei thought in annoyance. Most of the duration, Jace was annoying him deliberately. Issei would say, that Jace was part of the reason why this place sucked the life out of your soul. But oh, hohoho. Ten long years of pent up annoyance, and now he was going to drop the hammer of karma on this guy like no tomorrow."...You know what? I'm gonna miss you to Jace. But at least I won't have to be forced to listen to you screwing half the nurses in the cafeteria's bathroom anymore." He simply said. Jace twitched at the mere mention.
"Wha-!?" Yuka's jaw dropped at the mention, and was wide eyed at Issei. She then looked at Jace who seemed to momentarily have a high pitch of tone in his voice.
"Y-your making that up. Geez, I thought you made sure this kid was properly-"
"August 12th, 2006. 1:35 p.m. You and nurse Haruka were on break. I saw you two enter the women's bathroom. September 4th, 2006, 4:45 p.m. Right before they sent us back to our rooms, I was on kitchen cleaning duty, and I heard moaning in the smoke area. January 30th, 2007. 8:30 p.m. During the fire drill, you were with Nurse Kuro behind the parking lot."
"Better watch your mouth you little, lying-" Jace felt his eye twitch as he glared daggers at Issei.
"I can do this all day." Issei assured him with a blank look.
"Okay enough. This is your big day, lets not end it on a sour note." Yuka began herding Issei out of the white room.
"Yuka! You know he's just making that up! We're still on tonight, RIGHT!?" He shouted as Yuka sped up. She then stopped and turned at him with a smile.
"Oh, I don't know, I may have to go back for someone. You know how THOROUGH, I like to be." She hissed back at something he told her before. He froze up, as the contradiction was fired back at him. No chance at a quick dinner and a long night of pleasure for this guy.
"She's got my back, but she's got you by the balls." Issei said once more under his breath. But loud enough for him to pick up on it.
"YOU-ERGH!" He growled and punched the wall out of frustration. Issei smiled in satisfaction.
"Since you were subject to that...stuff, I will let you get away with that one, just this once." Yuka said as she walked along side him.
"My day just got a little bit better." Issei chuckled. Yuka was silent, but smiled. Issei smiling was a rare thing for him in all the years she worked with him.
Much later...
After properly discharging from the hospital, Issei was returning back to his old house. Ten years in Oni, and he returned back to where it all started. He was wearing jeans, a grey sweater, and black shoes. He was supposed to have been picked up by his aunt and uncle, but they had arranged for him to return back to his old house. He wasn't sure why his aunt and uncle acted as they did. But they were loaded, and had been very successful in life. Hence, why the possession of the house was fallen to the next relatives in line, and why they didn't mind paying for his living expenses. Issei was pressing his head against the window of the car, and just stared at the familiar neighborhood he used to play in, with his childhood friend Irina. He wondered if she was still around. She hadn't visited him at all since his time in Oni.
"Hey, what's with the long face?" Yuka asked, as she drove the company car. She volunteered to have him properly settled, until he could be left on his own. "This is supposed to be a great day for you. You get to go to a prestigious school! You can hit on the opposite sex, get busted for skipping class, go to parties with friends, you'll have a great time!" She assured him with hopeful grin. "Ah, but avoid the girls that wear excessive amounts of bling, or have very short skirts. They're the wolves in sheep's clothing that get innocent boys to tool around for them. But, if she's a hard working girl, try to appeal by assisting from the shadows, it's always a great tactic that almost never goes unnoticed." She was offering advice.
"Are we talking about my school life or yours?" Issei replied dryly.
"I'm just trying to give you some pointers. When I went to school, the girls were total bit-I mean, very mean. I devoted most of my time exposing them for what they were. Ironically they became some of my best friends. I guess it was a lot more painful to put up a facade, than it was to actually be yourself."
"So what? I'm supposed to find the meanest, nastiest girl in the whole school, and become friends with them?" Issei halfheartedly responded.
"Very funny mister. It's not what you think at first, but over time you'll learn to get along with your classmates. It'll be fun." She said as she pulled into the drive way of his house. As she turned off the car, she sat back and gave a sigh of relief. "This is happening. You managed to keep my entire career devoted to a single child for ten years." She looked at him with a bright smile. "You sure you're ready?" She asked once more.
"...yeah. It's time." He said as he reached behind to grab his duffel bag of personal items, and proceeded to get out of the car. The first step he took onto the concrete ground after so long, was like a long time coming. He slowly looked around the house, as fading memories of him and his mother were playing out in front of him. The door to his house opened, and in walked Issei. The door creaked open, and echoes had entered the house from the creaking boarded floor. He shifted his eyes all over and slowly took in the scenery. Yuka was right behind him and was keeping a close eye on how he would react. Issei ran his hand along the dinner table that him and his parents used to sit at. It was dusty. This place needed some work.
"Is it like you remember?" Yuka asked before she came up to him.
"...yeah. It all happened right here." Issei pointed out as he stared at the ground with a saddened frown.
Mooooommmy!
Run! Get Issei out of the hou-arrrgh!
Dear, NOOO! Oh, God! Issei, run!
Mommmaa!
RUUUUUUUUUNNNN!
"Issei?" Yuka was now next to him and placing her hand on his shoulder. Issei just blinked and looked everywhere else and quickly sighed.
"I'm gonna need to properly clean this place up. Mom would throw a fit if this much dust was everywhere." He smiled somewhat.
"I'll stick around and help then-" Yuka offered.
"Nah, it's alright. I just...wanna be alone right now." Issei quickly dismissed.
"Wh-? O-okay then...uuuhh, did your uncle send you the proper enrollment papers?" She cleared her throat and changed the subject.
"He said it was in my room, along with the uniform." Issei reminded.
"Alright. Hm?" She looked down at her phone, and an urgent message came up. "Oh crap, listen, I would love nothing more than to stick around Issei, but I just got told your medication got switched out for the wrong ones." She quickly apologized and walked over to him. " I gotta head back. I'll be by once a week to check on you, okay? Don't go talking to strangers, stay away from dark alleys, and don't go getting your class mates pregnant, got it?" She sarcastically put.
"Yeeah, I get it." Issei sighed once more.
"Tell me what you are doing tomorrow." She ordered with serious look.
"Wake up at 6:00, head down to Kuoh Academy, head to the teachers office, hand in the paperwork, and just do what they tell me." Issei repeated her orders.
"Alright...I'm gonna go now. I'll see you later." She gave him a comforting hug, and wished him well. "Oh yes, here." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small locket. "It took me a little while to get this, but I figured you could use it, considering all the other items in the house were moved out for evidence." She handed it to him, and popped it open.
"..." Issei slowly placed a finger on the picture inside. It was a picture of his mom and dad. And in the center, was him when he was a young boy. It was the first family picture of the three of them. "I hadn't seen a picture of my mom and dad for years. How'd you..?" Issei was wanting to know how, as he looked at her with a confused look.
"I talked with your aunt and uncle. They were able to down grade the size of the original photo into this little thing. I figured...you could use a friendly face to keep their memory alive." She smiled. He nodded and smiled.
"Thank you." Issei gratefully said.
"Mm. No problem. I'll see you in a couple days." She said warmly, and proceeded to leave him, and gently shut the door. Issei took in the air of his old house one last time, and breathed heavily.
"First things first." He nodded to himself, and went up to his room.
It looked like nothing was moved. The only thing present in his old room, was a larger mattress, a computer desk, a chair to go with it, and a dresser for all his clothes. He threw the duffel bag on the queen sized bed and unzipped the bag. After a few moments of searching, he finally pulled out a notebook. He turned, and his old desk was still there. He slowly pulled the computer chair back, and sat in it. He put his notebook down in front of him, and pulled out a pencil that was in it, and took a deep breath before beginning to write.
"First day back. Not sure what to expect, considering my uncle sent me here by myself. He probably doesn't want to take care of me himself, but, I got a roof over my head, and he should be sending me money. Today is the day I finally got out of Oni. I guess the only way they let me walk was if I admitted that there was no such thing as demons, even though I watched that nasty scene from ten years ago. In a bizarre coincidence, in two days, is the day that they died. I'll visit their graves after checking in with the school. From what I was told, Kuoh academy used to be an all girls school, and recently went co-ed. Not sure if I should be happy about it or not, but I should be able to start a normal life.
Issei took a moment to think before writing.
As for my...curse, is what I'm going to call it for now. The voice asked me for a existence. What does it mean? What would make this voice think I could give it form or shape? And who am I to give it? Years went by and it made me practice with this weird power. I noticed that the longer I practiced it, I think my senses are, and as strange as it sounds, have gotten better. I can practically hear through walls, I can see in the dark, I can just...pop up in places with just simple thought. I don't know what's happening to me. Shadows also bend toward me, and whenever I enter a bright room, it feels dimmer the second I walk in. I can make this weird black energy-like stuff into any shape, and make it shoot out at anything. I tested it on a wall in the building, and it just completely blew it up. I managed to dodge the staff before they came to check on it, but I feel kinda bad now that I think back on it... I don't know what this ability is, or why it can do these things. It started around the time I lost mom and dad. Something happened during that incident...or after. More questions pop up in my head the more I think on it. The best thing I could do for now, is just hope this is all just a long, drawn out nightmare...which unfortunately is most likely not the case. I start school tomorrow, I hope it goes well."
Issei then shut the notebook and leaned back. He slowly facepalmed and then stared at the ceiling.
"...I'm home." He said to himself, as if he were talking to someone who wasn't there.
The next day...
"Kuoh Academy..." Issei thought as the sun peered over the school. He had his school uniform on, and he was holding his bag to his side. He was a bit nervous. This kind of thing of starting school again, just after discharge from the loony bin, was a bit strange. But it wasn't like he was crazy, or unfit to go. He just had to avoid the particular subject of his parents murder, and it all should work out. He looked out from atop of the hill, leading down to the track and field area. Dozens of girls were entering the school from all over. There was next to no guys that showed up. It was like they outnumbered the boys 3 to 1.
Issei took a deep breath and steeled himself.
"Alright...teachers office." He reconfirmed for himself out loud, and then began making his way down the sidewalk.
He was inside, and looking all over. The shoe lockers were probably in the hundreds, from the rows he saw. He made his way through the girls and was avoiding eye contact. He looked inside the student handbook he got from his uncle, and was looking for the teachers office. He flipped a few pages and found it. He then made his way through the students, and made it to the stair case. He made his way up, looked up, and he froze. He could see some girl's underwear from the position he was at. Striped panties were in his sight, and he immediately looked away.
"R-right. This used to be a girl's school. No surprise that you'd see that from here!" He blushed and was trying hard not to think about it, but everywhere he turned his head, there were girls everywhere. First day he arrives, and he's already seen a girl's underwear. He quickly made his way up the stairs, and then looked left and right. He referred to his student handbook once more, and he was curious if he went the wrong way. But fortunately, he spotted the sign and made his way over.
Class room...
"Okay, settle down everyone. We're about to begin chapter 2 today, so please make sure you have your notes from last week." A female teacher with long, dark brown hair ordered. The students were attentive, and spared no time getting to their seats. Before the teacher could begin, she heard a knock on the door. She curiously approached it and slid it open, and a delighted look made it onto her face. "Ah perfect timing! Come, I was just about to begin." She said nicely as the students were curious as to who their teacher was talking to. "Class, we have a special transfer student today. I want you to welcome him properly. Please, introduce yourself." She looked to Issei, and he made himself known. The class was looking at him with interest.
"A transfer, huh? Another guy."
"I thought I heard something about a transfer this week. "
"He's kinda plain."
They all had their views of Issei, while they mumbled among themselves.
"(Clears throat). M-my name is...Issei Hyoudou. Um, I transferred here due to...certain circumstances. I..I hope we can get along." He nervously put. He wasn't used to speaking in front of large groups of people. He swallowed and was hoping that was good enough.
"Alright then! Class, I expect you to help out our newest member if he's having trouble, so I want you all to set good examples, and help him out if he needs it." She sternly told the class. "Yes, you have something to add?" She pointed to a classmate that raised their hand.
"I heard you transferred in from a mental hospital. Is that true?" She asked.
"Well..." Issei wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure if it would make a difference.
"Issei, you don't need to answer that." The teacher assured him. "Issei's circumstances are very complicated. But regardless of where he transferred from, he's here to learn and enjoy a great school life. So please refrain from asking inappropriate questions." She quickly reprimanded.
"I don't mind answering." Issei said. The teacher shrugged and offered him the floor. He took a deep breath before answering. "I was admitted into Oni's psych ward program. I recently was discharged, and I'm enrolling in this school."
"Question." Another student raised their hand.
"Alright, but keep it short." The teacher allowed.
"How long have you been in Oni?"
"Um..." Issei stammered. "Ten...(murmurs)."
"Ten what?" The students leaned closer to hear him better.
"...years." Issei reluctantly admitted.
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"TEN YEARS!?" They all were surprised.
"Silence, class! That was very rude!" The teacher scolded them all for their sudden outburst.
"...a wonderful school life..right." Issei sighed in depression. Unknown to him, was a single girl out of the entire class that was eyeing him curiously. She had an ominous expression, while a grin made it's way to her lips.
Lunch...
The classes in the morning had ended, and it was now lunch time. Throughout the academy, there was groups of girls, and a few boys hanging out around the campus. Everyone was so lively. Issei was on his own after lunch began. He didn't bring much to eat. In fact, he felt less hungry after that introduction. During his classes, he felt like everyone was looking at him with a disdain. He wasn't sure if it was because he was a guy, or the fact that he checked out of Oni. Which begged the question of why they decided on this place, rather than a school for people like him.
Oddly enough, he wondered why he was the only one who was questioning this. Wasn't he crazy? But then again, it would have been a lot worse if people found out about his hidden ability. "They'd probably put me under a microscope like those science fiction flicks that I watched with Yuka. But maybe I'm just overthinking this." He shrugged while contemplating on it. He looked all over, to make sure no one was watching, he then held his hand open, and was creating that dark energy again, out of boredom. He was ever more curious about it. Ever since the day he began using his ability, he wanted to have absolute control over it. Last thing he needed was someone finding out about it. And for that very reason, he needed to make sure it would not go out of control.
"Hey.." A voice suddenly said that made him tense up. He quickly closed his hand to hide the energy, and whipped his head around to see who sneaked up on him. He didn't even hear, or sense another person approaching him. It was like she popped up out of nowhere. Yes, it was a girl...the same girl that was in his class. She wore a different uniform than the others, which made her stand out to him. He was frozen with sweat rolling down his neck.
Did she see?
"You're Issei Hyoudou, right?" She asked while leaning forward and moving her hair behind her ear.
"...y..y-yeah. We're in the same class." Issei stuttered while turning his attention to her. She had pink eyes, long raven hair, and a very cute looking face. "Um...did you need something?" He politly asked.
"Ah, no! I was just...well, I happened to notice you didn't say hello to anyone in class. So, I figured I would." She smiled brightly.
"Right. Um. I'm sorry, what's your name?" Issei asked while looking away, slightly. This girl was very pretty, and she must be one of those famous 'school idol types', that Yuka told him about. But, even if she was, why is she approaching him? He was sure his introduction would have made him the least bit approachable.
"Oh yeah, I'm Yuuma Amano. Just like you, I transferred in not too long ago. So, I guess that makes both of us new to Kuoh." She said while crouching down and was now head level with him. She intentionally was inching closer to him, which made him very wary of her. Her intent felt...ominous for an odd reason. His mind was filled wih more questions, than answers. First interaction with a high school girl, and she was getting closer.
"I don't know about that." Issei looked away.
"Eh? If you're referring to transferring from a mental hospital, regardless if your slow or whatever, I don't see why that would make you any less different than a regular student." She sported a blank stare, while Issei continued to look away.
"...I suffered from PTSD. I'm not retarded or anything like that." Issei felt the need to clarify.
"I didn't mean to come off like that. I just wanted to let you know, that regardless of your circumstance, we could still be friends." She said while grabbing his hand all of a sudden.
"F-friends?" Issei repeated. When he looked back, she was staring deep into his eyes. It was very entrancing, but he snapped out of it, and cleared his throat. He pulled his hand away and sat up. "Um...sure." Issei blushed and reluctantly said. That seemed to make her satisfied, for her expression lit up with glee.
"Thank you! I really hope we'll get along!" She smiled brightly. "Say, how about we go hang out sometime this weekend?" She suggested.
"She's not cutting corners." Issei thought.
Wait a second. Just the two of them?
"Uh, s-sure. I don't think I'm doing anything in particular." Issei agreed, trying to avoid eye contact. Anymore gazing into her eyes, was going to make his heart jump out.
"Great! I'll be sure to let you know when the time comes!" She said with a flushed expression. Her nervousness just stacked onto her innocent look, and just looke adorable to him. She stood up, and began retreating away, just like a nervous teen that just confessed their love for the first time. "I look forward to it, Issei!" She called back. Issei was still reeling from his conversation. As he broke it down, his heart began to beat faster.
But it wasn't like the fluttery, love struck kind. Granted she looked nice, but he felt like something else was behind her face. Something that made his sense of danger aroused. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he was just nervous. It was more or less, an invitation to a date. Meh, who knows. Right now, he decided to go back inside. He grabbed his bag, and began making his way through. But suddenly he felt like eyes were on him, and he turned, and he spotted, a petite, white haired girl, wearing a catlike hair clip, and was licking a popsicle. Issei narrowed his eyes slightly. She then began walking off. Issei raised his eye brow.
"...was she looking at me?" He was wondering.
((They're watching you, human.))
"...?" Issei thought he heard a deep voice, but didn't see anybody else near him. He swallowed nervously and headed back inside to finish school.
Night...
Issei was at home, and was lying on his couch, wearing blue shorts and a black t-shirt. He was beat. Most of his classes were pretty easy, but the tediousness of it was a real mental drain. Not to mention the curious looks he kept getting from everyone there.
"Man. I wonder if I come off as weird?" He wondered. He was however, thinking about that girl that asked to be his friend. It was very random, and seemed way out of his league. But that feeling from before. Was it natural to be very wary of someone asking to be your friend? He wondered if he should have accepted so quickly. He assumed there was a natural process that a guy and girl have to go through before becoming friends. Come to think about it, he noticed that she wasn't even with any of the students in his class. Maybe she was a loner?
"ForM. Create...ShApe. FiLL GaPS, seaL CraCkS."
"Oh for crying out loud.." Issei was bummed now. He had to practice with his curse again, or this voice wouldn't shut up. "You're a lot more active now. Can you actually hear what I'm saying?" Issei asked out loud.
"..."
"...yeah, didn't think so." Issei sighed. He sat up and then held his hands up, as if he were holding something. He concentrated, and the familiar blob of energy appeared between his hands.
"Breathe...Let Your MiND adrift. ReACh OuT toWArds thE Veil oF NOthING. MaKE NoThing, crEAte, nothing. What YoU thInK, FeeL, anD KnoW...do noT Create...WhAt Isn't, anD wHat wIlL NeVeR bE, give Form."
"...what? I don-you lost me." Issei let out a sigh. "...alright." He then stood up and made sure he had room. He then made a single circular motion with his hands, and suddenly, a spinning well of energy appeared in front. His eyes widened in fascination. He then slowly held one hand in front of him, and he could move around the vortex. He then slowly extended his fingers slightly. And it got wider. He then quickly closed his hand, and it disappeared. "Oh I get it now." Issei said out loud, as a accomplished smile made its way onto his face.
"DraW frOM thE AbySS. OpEN tHe DEstinaTION."
"Oh hell no, I'm not gonna do that again! Last time I did that, I wound up on the roof!" Issei protested. One time he followed these specific instructions, next thing he knew, he popped up on the roof of Oni. That was a very interesting story to tell Yuka and the rest of the staff.
"OnlY YOuR MiND TakES You TO WheRE YoU WiSH TO EscApE."
"I did not ONCE think of the roof! All I thought was escape, and then-"
(KNOCK KNOCK)
"Ah!" Issei jumped at the hard knocking on the door. "Man, that scared me! Who the heck is here at this hour!?" Issei was wondering who was at the door. He couldn't think of who would be knocking on his door. Maybe it was Yuka. He went over to the door and undid the chain, and then flipped the lock open and he opened the door, and suddenly, someone fell on top of him. "ACK! Ow...huh?" He looked down and it was Yuuma!
...naked.
"What th-Yuuma-san?" He addressed as her soft, smooth flesh pressed against him. He lit up like a red light, for he had never seen a naked woman before. But his embarrassment had to wait. "What the...WINGS!?" Issei's eyes nearly popped out of his head. On the weakened beauty was a pair of massive black wings. At first he thought it was cosplay, but they were literally fused to her back.
"H..help..me." She weakly called up.
"Help you-?" Issei had a billion questions.
"Ple-(Cough)! I don't...wanna die..." She said as she slowly breathed. She was sweating, on further inspection, it looked like she was cut deeply on her back.
"Oh god, you need a hospital!" Issei determined.
"NO!" She shouted at him suddenly. Issei froze from her sudden outburst. She looked him in the eye and shook her head. "I need...just, hide me." She said with shallow breathing.
"...but.." Issei was at a loss at what to do.
"Just..trust me...I just need rest." She assured him. He shook his head in defeat, and then slowly got up, while picking her up. It was kind of awkward because her wings were out. He wasn't sure what was happening. He brought her up the stairs to his room, and helped her sit on his bed. Her long black hair was over her breasts, as she bent forward. Issei was for a few moments debating on how to proceed. He didn't know whether he should be embarrassed that a hot, naked girl was in his room, or terrified of the fact she had wings coming out of her back.
"Do...you know how to clean a wound?" She suddenly asked.
"..." Issei just stood there stupefied. "They're...real."
"What?...oh, SHIT! MY WINGS!" She shockingly put. In a mere moment, they shrunk down, and retracted to a smaller form. "Di-did you just see...?" She nervously asked.
"Y-yeah." Issei nodded.
"...aw crud. A human saw me. What a blunder." She hung her head in shame.
"..Um, I can clean it...I was taught some first aid in Oni." Issei said as he went over to his duffel bag. He pulled out a little medicine box.
A few minutes later...
"Not bad, human." She thanked. She rubbed the part that had a bandage wrapped around her body.
"I don't think it's a good idea that I don't take you to the hospital." Issei said while he sat in his computer chair, while Yuuma sat on his bed.
"This is enough." She shrugged.
"..."
"..."
"...right. Playing daft will only work for so long." Yuuma sighed depressingly. "You wanna know about my wings?" She said with a blank stare.
"...I wasn't gonna say anything. I did just check out of a mental hospital." Issei lowered his eyes and made a troubled look.
"Oh yeah...crap! I could just gone with that!" She clicked her tongue, and bit on to her nail.
"I'm not that kind of crazy." Issei had a bead of sweat roll down his head.
"..well whatever. Since you seem to have listened to me, I guess I can be straight with you." She said as she crossed her legs. She seemed to not mind that she wasn't wearing anything, much to Issei's disbelief. He didn't quite know where to look, with outhis eyes slowly shifting below her eyes. She had a great figure, and was well endowed. "The truth is...I'm not human. I'm a fallen angel." She revealed.
"Fallen Angel?...you mean from like...the bible?" Issei heard the name, but he didn't know much about it.
"Yes. An angel that fell from heaven and the grace of God." She explained. "I've been living among the human world."
"As a student?" Issei raised his eyebrow.
"Of course not. I had a reason for attending that blasted academy." She huffed in a disapproving tone.
"And that would be?" He asked.
"You." She said as she pointed at him.
"Me?" Issei was confused.
"Indeed. I wanted the weapon that rested inside you." She said with a smile.
"Weapon?"
"To be more specific...a god killer." She said ominously.
"God...killer? I have something like that?" Issei had a clueless look on his face.
"Yes, and unfortunately, I'm not the only one who knows." She said as she stood up and opened her hand. Suddenly a jagged red pole of light manifested in her hand and she held it above her. Issei was wide eyed.
"So be a good boy, and give your life to me.~" She had a sadistic grin, while poised to strike him down.
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