(DxD Black) Ch. ???

And in a flash, we clashed blades. In midair, Clarent and that distorted sword clashed their edges, causing a shockwave strong enough to push all the bodies around to the walls. And it wasn't just the impact, his own strength almost bursted some of my muscles. This level of power reminds me when I first fought with Hwan Jin-Young, only worse. Several times worst at that...

"So much for a knight of a Allocer. I can't believe you were strong enough to withstand a blow from the Great Desmond Helsing!" He declared in midair, laughing out loud as we parted ways with another clash. I landed on my two feet, and soon ran for him again! With Clarent in hand, I pushed it forward and **\*TING!\***, the blades faced each other again! I was in my battle pose, leaving no traces of weaknesses nor breaches for him to explore. lord Desmond, the vampire Lord, however, was holding his own sword so casually like one would hold a glass of wine, with only one hand, in a gentlemanly pose that left too many wide open opportunities. However, from the smile on his face, I'm afraid that he knows exactly what he's doing. "It'll take a few millennia for you to at least be as masterful or charming as the prime minister of the Vampire Kingdom Desmond Helsing, Young boy. However, reborn as a Allocer, I have the fair idea that your swordsmanship potential can be further unlocked. Want the prime minister of the Vampire Kingdom, Desmond Hellsing, to help you with this?"

"Please, be quiet." I said, half-daring, half-really-wanting-for-him-to-stop-introducing-himself-like-that-because-unfortunately-it's-getting-on-my-nerves. I pushed my sword forward and took the boost for distance away from him. Once on the ground, again I leaped towards the prime minister of the vampire Kingdom, Desmond Helsing(well, isn't it contagious?), and rained on him a barrage of slashes with my demonic sword, with him fencing and blocking them away with ease. In the end, we locked our swords again. "Whatever business you have with the Demon Lord, unfortunately, I can't let your act of harm against the name and servants of my King go unnoticed. You shall pay for it, Lord Desmond!"

"Oh, hooooh~! It looks like the Gremories' sympathetic trait passed down just fine from Millicas to the new generation of devils. To think that they would end up like that cockroach." He keeps saying 'cockroach', he's probably referring to Lord Lucifer, since his Alastor Lineage does have this side effect. No, I can't lose focus, I need to concentrate! I pulled myself away and then leaped towards him yet again, as he sighed with a grin. "This again? Young man, you need to be a little more diverse during a combat."

"Sorry to disappoint you..." And he lifted his sword for us to confront again. However, before we could do it, I landed a foot on the ground, and in a smooth move, made a complete turn around him! **\*VOOSH!\***, as fast as only a knight can be, I trailed a burn mark on the floor shaped like a crescent moon, and unknown to him, I was now facing Lord Desmond's back. "... But I know!"

"I see. But not enough." Before I could land a blow, my **[RPG]** noticed a strange movement right behind my back as well. As fast as I could, I redraw Clarent from a offense position and held it in the opposite direction! **\*ZING!\*,** before a new blade could cut me, I pulled my sword yet again and touched the point of it to misdirect that attack away from my face! "But enough enough. Hohoh, get it?"

"What?" What is happening? How can I be seeing two Lord Desmonds now? The first Lord Desmond, the one who had his back turned to me, then faced me with his blade in hand, while the second one, the one behind me, pulled his sword for a second attack! I couldn't see which one was the fake one in time, my only option was to let go of Clarent's handle and grip it by the blade to defend myself from both at the same time! Again, the double blow was enough to blow me away, as I crashed on the wall, my hand bleeding and cut from that crazy maneuver from before, the two Lord Helsings laughing between themselves(?).

"As you can see, young man, the awesomeness of the Prime Minister of the Vampire kingdom and the right hand of the illustrious Vampire King himself Sheridan Nosferatu, Desmond Hellsing, is so volatile that the universe itself must split him in order to maintain the natural order." He said, smiling at himself... Literally. The other one nodded. "Of course, infinite divided by two is still infinite, by the way, but at least I can look and see how gorgeous I am since, well, vampires like me don't have reflexes. Maybe it was for the best: either the mirror would crack or I'd be blinded by my own handsomeness."

"Good to see that someone in this world has a developed self-confidence." I half-joked remembering some fellows, and then I sharpened my gaze against both of them. I don't know which one is the real one nor how he was able to split himself into two, but if I defeat both of them, those doubts no more will matter. I craved the tip of my sword on the floor, and then, took a step forward against the vampire intruder, dragging it with me as more and more I build up demonic energy. Those two are in place, If I gather enough energy, from this distance, I'll be able to defeat them! "Cut the bonds that holds this world together, **BLADE OF THE COWARDS CLARENT**!"

I then, I slashed the air with it, drawing a straight line from that ground zero forward. From the edge of Clarent, a beam of demonic energy was fired, coming from both the vampires in front of me. As that slash of energy ran, it grew larger and larger, taking the shape of a demonic knight as it would go on it's way against it's opponent! When it was at his face, that mass of power was already big enough to leave no chances of dodge or escape!

**\*BAM!\***

But then it happened. Lord Desmond again pulled his blood-stinking sword to himself and, without even blinking, passed through my knight of dark matter in a slash, vanishing it with ease without breaking a sweat, like it wasn't even there to begin with! To make things worse, when I recovered from my shock, I blinked once and **\*BAM!\***, lord Desmond appeared Right in front of me in a flash! I didn't react to that, he blew me away with the handle of his sword, and then he leaped again against me!

"Be proud! At least you stood a few seconds against the one and only prime min-...!"

**\*ANTI-DRAGON HOLY ARMOR: STARDUST CRUSADER!\***

**\*PUNCH!\***

"Please, be quiet!" And before he could Chant his little mantra again and cut me to pieces, I summoned my holy armor and used it's boost of energy to regain my posture and land a solid hit on his face! The bunker on the armor of my forearm them exploded and launched a second shockwave against him, making Lord Desmond be ejected backwards! However, using his bat-like wings, it didn't take him long to safely land on the ground, despite the fact that I could see a trail of blood coming from his mouth.

"Oh, dear. Look at this, isn't that one of those Holy Arms, armor that works the same way as Holy swords? I'm impressed that little Beroli has the possession of someone with one of those." Lord Desmond declared with a smile, cleaning that bloody trail on his mouth with his long tongue, as he shined his sharp teeth to me. Dusting his suit one last time and taking his time to weight his own sword yet again with one hand. "That should be interesting. Someone with a Holy Arm against the Prime Minister of the Vampire Kingdom."

"And that's not all I have to show you, Lord Desmond." I declared, as I began to unleash the holy aura that was oozing from my armor, my Holy Arms. It burns a little, but I guess I can handle.

"Oh, hoh. It looks like someone brought a souvenir from his time as a holy knight. How interesting that the amor didn't reject you yet." He observed with a hand on his chin and an interested gaze. It has been a while since I last used this form of my Holy Arms, and I'm surprised how I can still hold it without any drawbacks. A holy sword serving now a devil, isn't that ironic? Well, it doesn't have enough impact since Lady Xenovia, but still. I stomped hard on the floor, and with it, was ready to cut him to pieces! "No matter. my Bloody Mary is made from the noble pure-blood of the one and only Prime minister of the Vampire Kingdom and the righthand man of our illustrious Vampire King Sheridan Nosferatu, Desmond Hellsing. Be a demon sword, be a holy arm, no matter it's credits, shall not harm me in the hands of a milk-stinking Allocer. However, your fighting spirit and determination to stand against me have their charms. Very well, Nero Gladius, the Ex-holy knight of the Crimson maiden, give me your best! Satisfy my bloody Mary's craving for war and violence like you satisfy your King every night!"

"So I... So I shall." I muttered those last words as soon as I realized how perverted they were. I'm blushing now, that's embarrassing to admit. I shook my head to free my mind from a nude Berolina's imageries, and soon armed myself again, lifting my sword against, I might die, but at least I hold him enough to avoid more damage. And now, everything I could do was to wait...

... Wait...

... Wait...

...

**\*BAM!\***

**\*BAM!\***

"EN GARDE, LAD!" And then we leaped against each other, weapons at hand, read to cross our blades in a thunderous clash! My Holy armor and Clarent versus his Bloody Mary! Such adrenaline, such atmosphere! Imm ready to take his all as we approach against one another! In the end, we lifted our swords and clashed then, causing a shockwave enough to tremble and partially crumble the room! And then pulled our weapons again!

"Okay, that's enough." But before our spar could go on, someone appeared right in between us and, with a swift move with both of his hands, blew us away to opposite walls of the throne room. My tired body didn't respond in time, and so I hit my back against the wall, landing on my two feet. I recovered from the shock, and then turned to the author of that interruption: silver hair, pale skin, tall and lean, a scar crossing one of his purple, slitted-pupil eyes, standing all high and might on his demon Lord's gear of cape and awesome shoulder-plates and on top of his high-heels. The current ruler of the Devil society and Berolina's father, our lord Marcenas Lucifer. "In all honesty, you two shouldn't fight here were my predecessor Lord Sirzechs once stood. You don't want to make me angry."

"Marcenas, my boy!" By the other side, I could see the giant that was Lord Desmond stand up again and walk casually to the Lucifer's direction. Lord Marcenas grunted. "Long time no see. You goddamn cockroach! I didn't see you around, so I was here all the time to kill some time, when you daughter's vibrating joystick came in. I wanted to play a prank on him, so..."

"Save me from your nonsense, Desmond. If it wasn't for my maids, you would probably destroy this place and my daughter's knight. If you wanna fight, we'll do it outside!" Lord Marcenas lifted one of his fists against the prime minister of the vampires. Instead of going on another rant about his greatness, the former lifted both his hands in a defensive manner. Well, that's surprising.

"Marcenas-boy, you know that we vampire don't age like you Devils. Maybe it's because the most beautiful things in the world must live the least in order to be better appreciated, but I'm not in my prime time." He laugh-sighed, as lord Marcenas huffed away and grinned, shooting at Lord Desmond a nosy glare and sticking his tongue out to a random direction. Definitely our Lord Marcenas.

"Aw, Nero-san too. Come over here." I lifted and turned my gaze to lord Marcenas, with him waving at himself, probably calling for me to come closer. However, instead, I remained in my battle gear and pose, waiting for somethin to happen!

"I'm sorry, Lord Lucifer, but this man shall not pass!" I said, and like it was nothing, lord Marcenas tilted his head to a side, in total confusion. "Please, do not ignore the fact that he is responsible for the atrocity in this room! Look around and see the victims of his deadly 'prank'!"

"Victims of his deadly pran-...? Oh, I get it." Lord Marcenas went from confused to enlightened, as he snapped his slender fingers and turned his annoyed gaze to lord Desmond. "Really? Stop screwing around with my daughter's playthings."

"In all honesty, I think they are screwing your daughter around." He's not lying. Wait...

"**\*SIGH\*** Nero..."

"Yes, sir?!"

**\*ZOOM!\***

**\*SNAP!\***

"Snap out of it." And with those words, lord Marcenas closed the distance between us in a microsecond, and extending his arm for me, snapped his fingers right in front of my helmet. The world around me shook a little, and after a few seconds of total chaos, I was back to reality, but with a twist: there was no bodies around. I was at the loss of words facing that, when Lord Marcenas sighed and flipped my armor again, making it crumble to the ground. He's indeed earned the title of Supreme demon lord and second in command after Lord Grandmaster Millicas and Lord Rampardos. "**Phono-hypnosis**. Pretty tricky. He must've blinded you for it to work, this idiot has been pranking and popping cherries with this since I know him."

"Huhuh, you're being too judgmental, Marcenas-boy." The vampire prime minister said, coming closer while I backed a few steps away from his new location. "I'd never, ever, use a cheap trick to lure my lovers and victims(I think he meant 'lovers or victims', but you never know.). My natural charms are enough."

"With all due respect, prime-minister of the vampire kingdom and the right-hand man of the illustrious young Vampire King himself Sheridan Nosfetatu, lord Demond Helsing... I don't give a damn." Wow, harsh there, Lord Marcenas. The vampire lord instead chuckled, while lord Marcenas took the lead and him away from me. "Now, let's go. There's a lot we need to discuss in order to convince Lord Black to make the alliance with us. The Nordic and Greek are in the mix, but if we be eloquent enough, things might work out."

"Indeed. He's as stubborn as I'm handsome." Chuckled the vampire lord making Lord Marcenas turn his eyes around. Gosh, he's probably compensating for the other low self-esteemed guys I've been meeting. But, all in all, both of them turned around and walked away to another place, leaving me alone. Well, that was indeed unique. "Hey, Can I go to the G-Room?"

"Not even in a million years, you nincompoop." A hint of curiosity hit my head. The G-room? What is that? Berolina nor lady Allocer ever tell me about this, and to be honest, I have the impression that no one besides us is aware of that room. And by the sudden change of lord Marcenas's position to defensive, I have the impression there's a good reason not to. But lord Desmond was persistent.

"C'mon. I heard it from a little bird. It seems that the Lucifer shouldn't hide something from a prime-minister if we want a healthy alliance."

"Desmond, no. And that's it." Lord Marcenas said, as Lord Desmond sighed away, yet couldn't bring himself to argue again after the latter's death glare. Before they could walk away, The lucifer lord turned to me and said. "You can leave or you can help us with a plan, Nero. After all, an ex-holy knight may Come in hand during the reunion. Lord Nosferatu won't be so... Light with us."

"So sorry, but Berolina is... Stressed." I said with a sweat dropping from my head. Yep, he knows that Berolina can be quite disturbing when she's upset, and by the look on his face, I can assume I'm scout-free. However...

"Very well, you can go. But when you're... Done, please come over the Throne room. I'm having a plan and you might end up as an important piece of it."

And with it, I bowed a last goodbye and left the throne room, with only my swords and a few questions. Me? In a peace reunion? I dunno what to feel, but I have the feeling that more things will unravel themselves as we walk closer to it. I just can feel it...

But for now... I should calm Berolina down before she bring the house down.

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~~X~~

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My head is killing me, I can't move, and the simple turn of my gaze hurts my eyeballs. Somehow, anyhow, I'm sick, bedridden even, without the possibility of getting out of my rest. I have the feeling that the cause of this little sickness is...

*'Don't worry, I won't left a single drop goes to waste~.'*

*'W-Wow, so much~...'*

*'WAAAAH~! ZENJIROU~! ZENJIROU~~! ZENJIROOOOOOOOU~~!'*

...

Nah, I don't wanna remember...

"Yep, this is it, our little Zenjirou is sick." My sister Akiyama said, removing the thermometer from my mouth and taking a medical look at me one more time. Like a good doctor, she placed a lollipop in my mouth, and sighed, as everybody is here to see me. "He has a high fever, but for some reason what's causing this isn't a virus or a disease for that matter. Maybe it's stress."

"Poor Zenji. Bedridden just because he can't stand his everyday life. That's really a pity." Sister Rei said as she passed her hand on my face. She's half seriously worried, half hiding her pissed-off mode, since I can feel her forcing her sandpaper hand to scratch me. "What a pity, indeed."

"Cease this now, sister Rei." Yoko frowned at her, making Reii-nee remove her hand on me. Instead, Yoko was the one to pass her hand on my forehead, seriously worried.

"Well, mother and Ryuubi-chan will be around to help him. Maybe a day of rest and he'll be alright tomorrow. I have some aspirins back in the clinic. I'll bring some in case he gets worse." My oldest sister said. Mom and Ryuubi nodded at that, while the others like Yoko and my sisters sighed in relief. Go-nee tapped my head with her knuckles. "Get better, Zenjirou."

"Will... Do... Go-nee." I said. After that, all of them left my room with the exception of Yoko, Ryuubi and mom. Yoko was unwilling to leave my side, but mother said something about school that made her sigh in defeat and prepare her things to go to Kuoh. But not before kissing me in the forehead. However, the heat only made things even more uncomfortable. Mom left saying she'll make a soup, and so, it was only me and Ryuubi Gentoku, sitting on a chair next to my bed.

"Huh, Kurama-dono sure does love Lu Long a lor, doesn't she?" The monkey girl, wearing and stretching my white shirt and black pants said. Again, I have no idea who this 'Kurama Inari' is, so I'll assume she's talking about Yoko. Does Yoko really loves me that much? Well, she did say she wants to start over, and I'm happy to have her by my side. But love maybe it's too much of a stretch.

"Maybe; maybe not. I'm cool with it. She has been... Really nice." I said with all of my forces, coughing a little due to my weakened lungs and spinning head. Ryuubi giggled, and crossed her legs on her chair.

Come to think of it, Ryuubi is also one of the nicest girls I've met so far. Of course, the list is very, very long, but she is one of the firsts to meet me without being all confrontational nor ulteriorly interested besides Kaichou and Irene-san(that last time didn't count.). Sure; we fought over our origins, but since the beginning, she has been real nice to me and everybody else. Not to mention, she's really strong. No wonder she's a Rook substitute, trained under Son Goku himself with her. This makes me wonder, what is she? Demi-God? Human? Moreover, how can Allocer be able to turn her sister into one of her Evil Piec-...?

Uuuuuh~... Headache again. Fine, Ryuubi is cool and great. That's it...

"Still, maybe it was because of her I ended up like that..." I sighed and thought out loud, regretting this soon after as Ryuubi tilted her head in curiosity.

"What do you mean?"

"It's... Nothing. Nothing, really." I said back, hoping for her to not take that seriously. In fact, it kinda worked, as she simply smiled back and... Picked a manga out of my shelf. Can she read in Japanese? Apparently, yes, as she began to laugh at one of my issues of Dr. Slump. I could only stare at the ceiling, fever going overdrive, bored to death and knowing that I'll have extra work tomorrow. This sucks. "Eeeeeh~..."

"You'll be better by tomorrow, Lu Long, don't you worry about anything. Being sick is only natural." She said patting me in the head. Somehow, this made me feel a little better, but nothing that could relief me from the heat in my head. Ryuubi then removed the towel on my head to up it on the cold water a little more, to then put it back. "How ironic. A dragon with a fever. It's so ironic it's kind of sad. How can such powerful creature ended up falling for such petty reason."

"I can assure you, there's nothing 'petty' about being unable to move, Ryuubi." I grunted, puffing a cloud of smoke out of my system.

"Well, if my memories serves me correct, dragons can only be sick during epidemics of dragon-flu or for having little to no energy stocked." Those words made me freeze on place. Oh, crap. She knows! This is bad! This is really, really bad! She arrowed me with a sharp eye and changed her smile to a grin. I have a bad feeling about this. "So, tell me. How come you caught such unusual virus? Or perhaps someone stole your energy somehow? I'm really curious about it."

"What... What do you mean, Ryuubi-chan?" Stress building up, skull almost cracking, headache getting worse and worse. This is really bad for my head and heart. She continued to stare at me with a rather disturbing grin, and from it, I could only turn around and instead stare at the wall in front of me now. I heard someone giggling by my back.

"Oh, it's... Nothing. Nothing, really." She said followed by another set of giggles. This is not reassuring at all. "But for some reason, you're miles more gallant today than the day before. I wonder why for that?"

"...!" A sparkle of an idea suddenly shined in my mind! That's it! I discovered a way to cover my... Thing with Yoko yesterday with an good excuse. Sure, she might actually jump on me for that, but that's the only way I can escape this current misery. Without even looking at her, I said. "HUUUH~... Yeah... T turns out, Ryuubi-chan, I reached my Balance Breaker yesterday! Isn't that great? The plate mail armor was awesome, but drained all of my energy in one go! That must be the... Huuuh~... That must be the reason."

"Oh, that enlightens things a little bit. No wonder the scent I can feel from you now is completely different from the day before."

"You're not... You're not going to attack me, are you?"

"Of course not, Lu Long. I'm not an youkai."

**\*FOOOOSH!\***

"WHA-...?!" And the headache struck again! "Ooooow..."

"Huuuh? What's the matter, Brass Dragon. Having bad dreams?" She spoke as soon as I landed softly on the bed again. She asks that, but I'm sure that she knows what happened yesterday. And now what? What is she gonna do with that information? Is She gonna blackmail me? No, she'll probably announce this to everyone without noticing the consequences this might bring!

Ouch~! Goddamnit, I cannot think too much or else the throbbing in my head just gets worse~! I turned back to the heroine of the three kingdoms, and she's smiling at me! Who knows what she's thinking about now. Probably something... Something. I dunno, I can't think of anything or figure what she might be thinking.

"No... It's nothing. Hey, Ryuubi..." I called for her, and she blinked once for me as I caught her attention. Okay, be smooth. "Say, if... By any chance, you ended up discovering a secret of mine... What would you want from me to keep it... A secret? I mean... Do I have any secrets that you just might have discovered?"

"...?" And she tilted her head again. Okay, not as smooth as I wanted to be, but I guess it's good enough for her. She rolled her eyes to the top of her sockets, and after some thought, she snapped her fingers. Did I get it? "Oh, right. Mama Anzu once said that you're scared of centipedes!"

**\*BAM!\***

"By the Gods! Lu Long, are you okay?!" No! I'm not okay! I just hit my freaking head on the bed! This hurts like fuck! Ohh~, why this happens to me! It's because I'm a devil?! This is so unfair! Things got a little better, or worse, when Ryuubi pulled me closer to search something on my head, and by elimination, I ended up with her breasts on my face. They're as big as ever, but I have the feeling she wants to rip my shirt apart. The shirt she's using, if you let me correct myself. "Oh, thank goodness! No major wounds here. For a moment I thought your skull would split apart with the shock plus your fever. I'm glad you're strong."

"..." Y'know, I take that back. Ryuubi is really sweet. But she does know too much. Maybe if I just ask with care, she might actually forget about it. Of course, if she doesn't suffocate me with her boobs first! I can't breath! "Wyuubi, I can't... Bweath..."

"Now, now. You better rest for now, Lu Long." And she put me back semi-conscious on the bed, sitting now at the edge of it with her legs crossed. You know what? I'm hungry now. I wonder what mother will bring for lunch. Probably her special soup she learns during her vacations and honeymoon with dad on Hawaii and Okinawa. My stomach groaned, so did I. "Hungry? Of course you should. I'm quite hungry myself too. I've been training nonstop since I got here."

"Eh? You've been... Training?" Is that what she does all the time when she's not shopping? I'm impressed. She turned to me and nodded with another smile. I'm getting noxious now. Her smile is so sugary I might end throwing up.

"Affirmative! Master Sun Wukong says that a healthy mind and a healthy body can maintain a healthy soul!" She said. Son Goku said that, huh? No wonder he's considered one of the strongest beings on the universe, according to Allocer. He was the one who trained both lord Vali, Yaminari and Senpai during the formation of DxD, and to think he could hold against both the hero of the underworld and the strongest Heretic Plague Dragon and Hakuryuukou of all time... I wonder if Ryuubi should be the Queen of our peerage instead of me. But then again, that would be against Allocer's original plan. Huuuuh~, thinking too much, headache attack. "He also says that a healthy body comes with a healthy meal. I wonder if mother Anzu already made something."

"..." She still calls mom 'Anzu'. Maybe after all of her nicknames she has been gathering since I know her, mom is now trying to avoid her other name. I can't blame her. But in turn, the Tsukino family does have poor taste for names(my name literally means 'Virtue Govern Son', what the hell. Doesn't even make sense.). "Hey, Ryuubi."

"Yes, Lu Long?"

"Do you miss Allocer?" I asked. "I do... Kinda."

" Of course I miss lady Lavinia, Lu Long." She said, turning to me and tilting her head to a random side. "My life with my sister Dai Liu in the jade palace was pretty mundane until her arrive. Nothing more, nothing new, just the same old training with Master Sun Wukong and the same gathering with the gods. But with her, since everybody knows about the Allocer name, I felt that my life could be exciting by their side. That's why Master allowed me to join your team with my sister, and I was so glad about it."

"Huh, so sorry about it. Ever since you became part of her peerage, with the exception of the Rating Game, nothing really happened." I said with a sardonic remark. I feel bad for her. Only in the Rating Game to be a mere foot soldier. That's really sad, as for now she's only a servant of the Allocer instead of an awesome teacher back in the palace of the gods. However, her smile didn't fault.

"That's not true, Lu Long. Everyday has been fun. Either with sister Dai Liu, lady Tasha, lady Iris, our Mother Lady Anzu, lady Kurama, Shoda or even with your company, I have a good time with you all. Feelings and memories that shall be precious to me until my death. And, of course, being besides the Brass Dragon means that I'll be having a good time once in a while." She said in a dreamy way. I forgot how simple-minded she is, like her sister. If she's good with it, she's good with it. She has her own definition of fun and adventure, and even if it's just a moment, she enjoys every second of it. I dunno if she's happy with it or just naive. I can't understand her at all, but I have the feeling that she might be right. Nah, she's not. She probably doesn't even know how the aspect of work means. Even so, she's trying to cheer me up. And it's... Working? "So, even if I have no reason to actually fight, having companions of your caliber makes me glad That I've joined the peerage."

"You're... You're just too naive, Ryuubi."

"Come again?"

"Nothing." And I huffed again. I have no reason to confront her, but doesn't mean I agree with her, at all. But again... Maybe you can have a good time even in the most dark places, like I did yesterday. HUUUH, headache again.

"Seems the little birds are doing just great." And entering my room with a bowl of soup, comes Mum. But the steam and smell, I was indeed correct: she did prepare her special soup of soft-shelled turtle with energy drink. I dunno, but something about it makes it specially delicious. Maybe it's the effort and motherly love she puts in it, maybe it's her way to say 'get better soon' with culinary goods. The thing is, is through this Dish I know she cares a lot. "Hey, there, Zenjirou. For what I can hear, you two are getting along just fine."

"Yes, I guess." I said. Mom pushed a chair for herself, and once sit, she dived the spoon into the soup, blowing it a little to shove the steam away.

"Here; take a spoonful. This will make you feel better." And soon I took the first bite, feeling that taste of something bitter, salty, sweet and even a little spicy along with it, all at the same time. I gulped hard since my throat is a little sore, and that liquid passed through my system to my stomach. "Heh, I never thought I would be feeding you like that again. It kinda makes me nostalgic."

"Mom, you're kinda making this a little creepy." I said with a cough. Now what? Is she gonna make me use dippers and pacifiers? I'm just joking, of course. She stuck her tongue out, picking and blowing another spoonful for me.

"Haw-haw-haw, very funny, Zenjirou. But I'm not the one who trembles like a baby just by seeing centipedes." I grunted under my breath with her little witty remark, seeing both mom and Ryuubi holding their laughs. That's not fair, it was Futaba who gave me this phobia since she used to stuff them into my ear canals. That stuff was crazy. Suddenly, the doorbell rang again. "Oh, who could it be? I wonder if it's the new mangaka?"

"Mother, the editors assigned you to other artist again?" I asked her. This is her fifth mangaka since the beginning of the year. Maybe she's just unlucky enough to pick those who don't give good stories... And by good stories, as for today's standards, I mean shameless fanservice and harems. She sighed, put the bowl down and stood up from her seat.

"Yeah. What a pity, eh? But don't worry, I marked our first meeting here anyway, so I won't be too far away. If anything, just ask." She said, walking through the door, but not before giving a final message. "Oh, and Ryuubi-chan? Could you help Zenjirou? He's a little lazy when he's sick."

"No! I'm n-Owowowowow...!" I tried to put myself sit on the bed in response to that rude remark, but the headache struck again, so I was forced to lay down. Mother then sighed, and came back to place a last kiss on my forehead, before leaving definitely. And now, it's just me and Ryuubi... Again.

"Well, might as well help myself." Ryuubi said with a smile, as she picked a spoonful out of the soup. I closed my tired eyes and opened my mouth in anticipation, but after a while, nothing came. It turns out, when I opened my eyes, the Chinese girl was munching on the turtle flesh without a worry in the world. Are you serious? "Huuuuh~, mother Anzu proved once again her cooking rivals the heavens themselves!"

"Ryuubi, if you don't mind, I want a taste." I said matter-of-factly, my stomach grunting even more now. I can't scream because both of my headache and the visit to mom, but I'm really close to snap right now. She blinked back at me in realization, and bowed apologetically.

"Oh, Apologies, Lu Long. Here! Take one spoonful." She said as she dived the spoon again into the soup and now moved it to me. I opened my mouth waiting for the mix of flavors again, but instead, I tasted the mix of flames!

"Uuuh~! Huh! Hot! Hot!" I spat some of the content in my sleeve and gulped down the rest of that molten lava. Guuuuh~, now I have a burned tongue and a burning fever! This is hell~! "Ryuubi... Too hot...!"

"Ah, ah! Sorry. A thousands apologies, Lu Long. I didn't know it was that hot for you. Let me try one more time!" She said with a now uneasy smile and scratching her head. That's it, one more of those and I'm eating alone... No, wait, I can't. Everything is hurting so much I can't even lift the spoon. Well, might as well break that limit because I won't be subjected to that anymore. And so, Ryuubi dived the spoon again into the soup and... Took it for herself. She took another one, and another, and another, until there was no more space in her mouth and cheeks. She looks like a squirrel now. A squirrel... That drank all of my soup.

"Ryuubi, I know you have good intentions, but there's a limit of what you should do, and what you did just now was..." Before I could complete my sentence, however, she picked my by the cheeks, right on top of me on the bed, making me face her swollen face, and with the little space she still had with her lips, smiled again. And then, she began to approach me with that face. Wait, what?! "Uuh, ryuubi... What... Wait, what are you...?!"

**\*Chuu~!\***

"...!" And... She kissed me! If this the 'kissing Zenjirou' week or something?! She really kissed me! The 'second rook' of my team kissed me! And not just that! It didn't stop there: from then, she forced my lips open and, with tongue and lips, passed for me all of that warm soup through our mouths. That's right, she's feeding me mouth-to-mouth!

I tried to fight, but I hadn't enough energy for that, making me hopeless against that assault! Her soft lips, her jelly tongue, the mix of flavors passing through my throat mixed with her own bitter saliva. She kept 'bumping' soup into my mouth, and I had no choice but to swallow everything coming to me. And now, for some reason, I feel intoxicated. It's definitely the soup messing with my head, but it was so good that I kept sucking on her as more and more of that bitter liquid chugging down my body.

I gulped the whole soup, but continued to lick on her mouth. So moist, so bitter, so warm, I continued to lick every corner of her cavity looking for every lost drop of soup in there. I bit her lip by accident, but she didn't mind, our tongues entwining themselves in that strangely arousing fight, as I could feel the soft sensation of exploring her. It was good, it was bitter and salty. Eventually, we broke apart for air, a thin line of saliva separating us, as she put herself sit on my bed, drying her mouth and smiling. Huh, maybe she's right, everyday life can be exciting...

"Sorry about that, Lu Long, but it's every men's romance to be feed by a woman, isn't it? So, consider this an apology for my previous behavior." She said, muffling her chuckles with her mouth. I was... Catatonic after that. Wait, what? Wasn't that a little extreme for an apology? I mean, sure, kissing girls now is a thing for me, but that was too much. I can't... I think the headache is not much of a problem, now that I was again violated. But yet again, I can't complain because it felt good... Kinda. Still, what? A drool mixed with soup escaped my lips, and then she went ahead to lick it off. "Hum~. Better avoid getting this to waste, is it not?"

"..."

"Lu Long...?"

"..."

**[DESTROYER!]**

**\*PUNCH!\***

"You'll never catch me, impure thoughts!" And with that last scream of challenge, I punched myself into unconsciousness before my own libido could savage her like I did with Yoko the day before.

First, I saw stars, then planets, then constellations, then the saints running away from Shaka, and then complete and utter darkness. I guess this is it. I ran away from her, like when Son Goku tried to ran away from Buddha, only to be cornered by the same at the edge of the universe. Just like me: I think I'm running away, but she'll always be there in reality to catch me up...

"You're really bold to compare yourself to the strongest senjutsu master alive, Zenjirou Sasamoto." And I'm back to my unconscious world, being greeted by my little black and redhead pixie, Yagura, and white-eyed demon Takeshi. Like always, I was sitting on a seat in front of the blackboard, which was now all crafted up because of Brass Dragon's little display of awesomeness, while she was sitting on the teacher's desk and Takeshi lying on floor facing the ceiling, we both wearing Kuoh's uniform. "Also, to be fair, I'm sure that a maiden in love is even more persistent and omniscient than Buddha himself."

"Now, who's blaspheming?" I sighed away. Since I'm still on my mind, body movements don't hurt like they used to, but this is also my mind. Which means moving and thinking too much will give me a headache nonetheless. I held my head in pain, and after some struggling, I was back to normal. "Uuuuugh~, this headache is killing me. And with Ryuubi around, I don't think I'll be able to rest for too long."

"Now, that's something I never heard a man complain about." She shot me a rather half-assed grin, jumping off her place and walking towards me. She stopped in front of me, and so I stood up to put myself on the same level as her. "Also, she likes you, like a lot. You're friends, sharing a moment together, and as members of the same group, that's good exercise to enhance companionship. Did you know Spartans used to sleep together and grow homoerotic relationships so that the anger of a death could be used as battle fuel?"

"That's something I rather not know." I sighed. At least here I can think clearly without the pain of a headache. Since I'm in the center of the Destroyer Astra, I can't feel a thing, but still, I dunno why I can feel my Skull cracking open. I snapped back to reality, well my reality, and then I saw Yagura holding a little music box for me. I tilted my head in confusion. "Huh? What's that? Since when you have it?"

"That's... A little gift from me. Congratulations for reaching Balance Breaker. Cheating or not, you reached it, and so here's a little present from me." I'm still kinda confused. What is this? I mean, there's no way I can bring something from the ethereal plane to the real one. Yet, I can feel a warm, powerful aura emanating from inside that box. I wonder that it is. "Here lies all the power you can now achieve with your new potential and resolution, a gift passed down from user to user. And now, it's yours."

"A... Music box?" I asked. Yagura chuckled, even though she's a girl she doesn't giggles, she chuckles.

"No, the music box... Actually is a physical, mundane representation of your grown as a devil and the user of the corpse gauntlet of the heretic plague dragon, more specifically a imaginary and metaphorical way to describe to you that your potential can now unlock something that was once hidden and locked but now it's available due to your effort and evolution as you unfold and grow with your power and with the new challenges that might come with time, you might need it to further walk your way higher and higher in order to keep growing."

"..."

"...?"

"..."

"..."

"In other words, the box is a metaphor for unlocked new powers that now I can access."

"Yep, pretty much it." Hell yeah! Poetry classes, you rock!

"Okay, let's get this started. However, I don't think I can find the key to open this-... Whoa!" Suddenly, I felt something cold and heavy on my left hand, almost escaping my grasp if it wasn't for my now faster reflexes. When I scanned it, I saw it was a key, a golden key, which shape and color matches with the keyhole in the box. "What the...? Since When I have this key?"

"Silly Zenjirou, you always had it." Yagura then smiled, putting the box right in front of me. "You just couldn't, or rather, didn't want to see it."

"Sheesh, enough with the cheesiness. Do you guys think I'm a mouse or something?" I said. Regardless of it, I'm actually excited about this? So, this is another line I've crossed, huh? Even cheating, Yagura accepted me as the new host of the brass dragon's gauntlet, and now, I'm about to unlock even more secrets. My heart is racing a bit, and my hand is trembling to reach that keyhole. With one more gulp of anticipation, I shoved the key into it's respective place, and turned it sideways. The box opened by itself, and then, **\*BUM!\***, a show of blinding lights came from inside of it. It was so powerful, so warm, I was on the brink of tears with it, finally, after a while being bathed by it, everything turned completely white...

...

...

"Zenjirou~... Zenjiroooooou~..."

"What?" I slowly opened my eyes, and then I noticed that I Was now in some tunnel of light, as a shadow appeared right in front of me. After a while, that silhouette showed itself... As a plushy version of the Plate Mail armor. "What the hell~?"

"It is me~... The power hidden inside the Destroyer Astra~... Fear me~, for I am the true potential that you unlocked not so long ago~... Whoooooh~, whoooo~..." It spoke, hovering right in front of me in a falsetto masculine voice. Suddenly, all the magic vanished, and I grimaced so hard my face hurt a lot.

"..."

"Whooooh~... I shall lend you the power of the true evil dragon~... make Yaminari and the others such as Bartholomew proud~... As I command, because For I am... No, wait... For I am the power inside of you... Whooooh~, whooooh, sonnavabitch~..."

"Yagura, stop."

"Meh, joy-killer." And the tunnel of light disappeared, now turning back into a Kuoh's classroom, where I was supporting myself on a wall, and Yagura was on her knees in front of me, a plushy of the Scale Mail in her hands. That's... Actually very well-made, I wonder if she knitted it herself. "But in case you ask... Yes, congratulations for your promotion, Zenjirou. I'm proud of you. It's not much, it's nothing compared to your predecessor, but you're going the right way, bro."

"Thanks, I guess." She stood up and helped me do the same. Huh, I'm a little sore, but without the major headache, I'm pretty good to go. I looked to my left hand, and clapped my hands together. "Thank you, evil dragon Amurokros, I own you one."

**[DO NOT WORRY ABOUT IT, PARTNER. YOU DID IT ON YOUR OWN.]** The powerful voice echoed in my head, apparently happy about it, if not a little relieved. **[YOU MIGHT END UP LIKE MY PREVIOUS HOST, BUT I WON'T COMPLAIN. SOMETHING TELLS ME THAT LIFE CAN NEVER BE TOO QUIET WITH THE LIKES OF YOU. CONGRATULATIONS, PARTNER, AND CONTINUE TO GROW STRONGER. WHO KNOWS WHAT THE WHITE ONE CAN DO WITH NOW BOTH THAT WHITE GUY AND THE DESCENDANT OF LUCIFER INSIDE OF HIM OR HER. LIKE ROBERTINA-SAN IN SEALED INSIDE THE RED ONE.]**

"Right, the White vanishing dragon emperor of supremacy Albion and his previous Host Lord Vali Lucifer." I repeated those names a few times in my head to get used to them. Right, according to the lore, the dark one, the white one and the red one should eternally fight each other, this goes for their hosts as well, generation after generation. Ddraig, Albion and Amurokros, Boosted Gear, Divine Dividing and Destroyer Astra, Senpai, lord Vali and lord Yaminari. And now, with The strongest host of past, present and future sealed inside The Light wings of the white dragon emperor, who knows what the current one can do with such power and tutelage. I bit my tongue again in order to contain my anxiousness, and sighed. "You're right. If I ever bump into the white one... I'll show him that and the Lord Vali inside of him that senpai's legacy didn't go to waste!"

**[WISE WORDS, PARTNER. LIVE UP TO HIM... AND YOURSELF.]**

"And now who's the cheesy one?" Takeshi appeared right behind me to rest one of his arms on my shoulder. Yagura puffed a cloud of steam out of her mouth, and smiled for me. "But you're right. Red one, white one, dark one, Issei, Vali, Yaminari, who cares, right? In the end, living up to them or not... I think you're cool of your own."

"Thanks, Yagura, Takeshi." And I smiled back. Being praised is nice, being strong is nice. I wonder if... Annie would be saying I'm cool with all of that happening. Great, now I'm a little depressed, but worry not, I'll find her. I'll find her and beat some sense into her, for her own sake.

"Well, I guess is time for you to go. Best regards." Yagura said, walking away from me and standing a few steps. However, I felt no hurry to go. Because I know what lies by the other side... That means, a skull-breaking headache and a happy-go-lucky, absent-minded warlord whose kisses can shatter walls and melt the Sun. Maybe I can tell her that I have possible rabies, that will make her stay away from me. Not that I don't like it, she's just too... Forceful.

"Huuuh~, I don't want to go, now. I'm alright now. Don't worry." I gave her the thumbs up, but she didn't buy it. Man, those girls sure are smart those days, what happened to the mindless sex-machines that every other series and fanfiction have? Instead, she stuck her tongue out.

"What? Are you afraid that Ryuubi-dono might mouth-rape you again? That Kurama-dono might jump on your schlong again?" She teased, moving her tongue up and down and hugging my neck. I'm used to this, so I just ignored her and turned my head away. Doesn't mean I didn't blush a little. She might be smaller than me, but she's a cute girl nonetheless. What the hell am I thinking? "Hum~, you might fear them, but I have you know... In terms of forcefulness, no one can surpass me."

"Eh, whatever lady..."

"..."

"Wait, wha-...?" And then she pushed me to the ground, and we rolled with it a little! Oh, no! What's happening?! When I snapped back to reality, where were in the middle of the classroom, everything shoved away to give us space, with me locked in a arm-lock by her slender, yet strong legs. "Oh, Shit! Yagura, what the hell?!"

"C'mon, say you're gonna go away. I need my privacy here, and I can't lost it just because you're afraid of a bunch of girls!" She spoke as I tried to scratch her face with my hands, to no use since she pushed me even further and almost dislocated my elbow. "So, go away now, or else... I'll rape you!"

"...!" Wait?! Is she gonna... No! This has to be a joke! A joke! She can't be serious... Right? She wouldn't rape a sweet, fragile and still virgin boy like myself, would she?! "You're bluffing! You gotta be bluffing!"

"Am I? AM I?! Think again." And then, **\*RIP!\***, without a second of hesitation and now putting me in a headlock, she ripped my blazer and shirt off! Oh, God! She's really gonna rape me! She turned around in a way that my head were now touching her chest, and licked her lips. "Wow, Ichijou. Your training payed off! Look at those muscles. Not too ripped, but not too lean either. It's good to touch it."

"Kyaaaaaah~! Kyaaaaaah~! Someone, help me! Stranger danger, stranger danger! Bad touch, bad touch!" I screamed like a little bitch, slapping the ground around and trying my best to summon my Destroyer Astra, all in vain! Amurokros, why have you forsaken me~?! "No, please! How can you even rape me if here is inside my head?! That makes no sense!"

"Believe me, I'm an expert! I'll rape you so bad that you'll wake up with a broken pelvis!"

"Kyaaaaah~! Kyaaaah~! Don't do it! I won't be able to marry anymore if you touch my maiden parts~!" I fought as she ripped my shirt even more and traced her hand lower and lower, almost toying with the elastic of my boxers. What does she means with 'being an expert'?! No, I don't want to know, and I don't want to be deflowered either! "Kyaaaah! Kyaaaaah! Why is no one helping me?! It's because am I a guy?! Kyaaaah!"

"Hahahah! Keep screaming! Your shouts of protest can only boost my desire for flesh!" She spoke in a really dark, strong voice, like the voice a rapist would have! Before I knew it, her skirt and jacket escaped and landed on my face! Ho-.-Ly. Shit! She's undressing!

"Okay, okay! I give up! Please, spare my innocence. This... This isn't funny, Yagura." I said, slapping the ground and grunting under my breath, sniffing something sweet from the skirt on my face. The weight on me suddenly lifted, and then I was free from her grasp. She then landed herself on me, now holding me by my cheeks. Oh, I know where this is going. "I hate you, you know. Stop being so forceful and bossy. I don't want a sacred gear with someone like you."

"Welp, guess what? Even if you die, your stored soul will be here. So get used to it." She spoke, smiling and pulling herself closer to me. I sighed, and still with that blush in my face, I leaned a little forward. She gasped in surprise, but then grinned. "Oh-hoh. Look at you, being all bold by yourself. I like that."

"Shut up, Yagura."

"No, shut up you, Zenjirou."

And then we kissed. It's the sixth time I kiss someone, yet that nauseating feeling is still strong, making me uncomfortable and disgusted. To be fair, she has a very innocent kiss, not ravaging my mouth, despite her claims. Maybe kissing girls is not that gross...

That reminds me... I forgot again to ask who she is... Ah, I'm fainting again... Shit.

...

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~~X~~

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And so he's out of the Destroyer Astra world. Heheh. I scared him straight, and he's becoming so bold too. I feel like a mother, seeing her little boy growing up to be a good adult. Well, of course; without those incestuous undertones between us.

But of course, unfortunately he ain't completely cured, and like a mother, I'm afraid that can actually catch up with him. Thanks goodness I... 'Convinced' him to leave in time, or else he could ended up seeing... It.

I reached for the opaque school window, and sliding it up, I could take the full inglorious view of a destroyed city, the black sky and the blood-sticking world as a whole. This whole world, this section of his conscious linked to the Destroyer Astra... In ruins.

In the middle of it all, a Well-known miniature black dragon, fallen on a crater, heavily panting and struggling to stand up. At least it's growing weaker and weaker as the time goes by. Yet, is still there, all of Zenjirou's pains, griefs and regrets taking shape. That alone was enough to awake **[JUGGERNAUT DRIVE]**, and while it's not as strong as it was before, the risk of it attacking again isn't zero.

"Amurkors, do you think he might end up using... That again?" I asked to the dragon hovering on the classroom.

**[YOU MUSTN'T UNDERESTIMATE SOMEONE'S FEELINGS, YAGURA.]** he answered. **[NO MATTER THE OCCASION, THAT THING MIGHT EXPLODE ANYTIME. HATE IS A THING THAT... CANNOT BE FOREVER EXTINGUISHED.]**

"Huh... To think he created his own little hate-ball and restarted the curse of the juggernaut drive..." I sighed, supporting myself on the wall now under the windows and sighing. Dad sure would be both disappointed and proud at Zenjirou, Issei too. But he's construction his own worth, learning how to relax, and making friends. Maybe. Just maybe, he'll be able to lift the curse he casted on himself. But until then... He'll slowly devour himself.

The only think I can do... Is wait, and guard this secret in order for him to continue to grow without worries of the burden he still carries...

Just like... Just like mother would do.

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~~X~~

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"Ah! He's walking up!"

"Tururu~, he does look tired."

"But he also looks cute asleep. It's even kinda stimulating, isn't it?"

"Huuuh~?" So many voices, so many familiar voices. Out of curiosity and maybe some fear of what it has to come, I only opened one eye, and I could see... Ryuubi, Sarah-san and Kaichou all gathered here. What the hell? Since when this place turned into a sleepover. My head doesn't hurt as much, now I can put myself sit on the bed. "Heeeh~, what happened?"

"Have you rested well, Lu Long?" Ryuubi said patting me on the head. I grunted a little with that contact. "It seems that the so called 'artist' mother Anzu was talking about knew you from school, and she brought Lady Serena with her too. Definitely, this word is full of coincidences."

"Really?" I sighed, and then turned my head to the so called mangaka.

"Repeating message: I did say I was a manga artist, didn't I? There you have it, Heretic Plague Dragon Sasamoto Zenjirou. I'm equally as surprised that my new editor being so young... Yet mother of five children. End of message." The blue-haired dragon hostess said, looking through her own manuscripts and blinking a few times to look at me. I turned to Kaichou, and she gave an awkward smile.

"Well~, it's a great coincidence, is it not? I mean~, I got to meet your mother, Zenjirou-kun. And for all and all, it's my duty as the president of Kuoh academy's student council to give you your lost homework and lessons." And she picked from inside her bag some paperwork and formulas. I thought I saw something black jumping away from inside too, but maybe it's my tired mind playing tricks on me again. She tossed them onto my bed. "There you go. All of your classes and the pages that you've missed today."

"Huh, appreciated. Thanks, Kaichou." I said, not even bothering to read the first page since auth task requires some abilities my current status ailment prevents me from using it. I yawned one more time, and put those next to my work table. Everybody also yawned. Huh, contagious. "Hey Kaichou, if you ever bump into Berolina-san on your way back, please tell her I'm sorry for missing school."

"Don't worry, Akabane-chan and Iris-san already did that. Also, Berolina-san was more contained today. I wonder what happened? Maybe Nero-san is very good of what he does. Whoops, sorry." And I sighed. Again, I need a group pause to avoid turning into a pervert myself. Speaking of which, my cheek hurts a lot. Maybe it was from that punch from before. Dick move, myself. "But forget about that. You should rest for now. And with the runaways for now inactivated, I have the feeling you have all the time of the world."

"Yeah..." Maybe, maybe not. I don't want to hear anything more for now. Yet, this feeling of things happening today just can't leave me. Before anything more could be heard, mom knocked the door open, and from there she emerged, together with Yoko, Tasha, Dairyuu, Iris and Shoda.

"S'up, Sarah-san, or should I say ...-sensei? I brought Zenjirou's special soup. I hope you don't mind I take a little break to take care of my youngling." She spoke dropping another by on my desk. Sarah-San shook her head with a sign of nonchalantness.

"Tururu~, don't worry, Anzu-san. Being able to talk and give my support to a fallen companion is... Refreshing." She spoke, turning to me to give a quick wink. Mom smiled back and gave the other one some manuscripts.

"Here. I've read those and your work is doing just fine. When you're done with those, we'll speak." She spoke again, turning now around for me and coming closer to my ear. When close enough, she whispered. "Don't worry. I got you covered, they're taking a walk around with my credit card. They won't be back so soon."

"..." She's talking about them. I was so deep in my current misery, didn't even think about that other problem. "Thanks, mom."

"So, I leave the rest to you girls. Don't forget, Zenjirou is sick. So don't loud noises." Mom said, and like I was expecting, Tasha and Iris had minor nosebleeds. Great, this is just great. Mom turned around and got out of my room, followed by a quiet, jumpy mangaka by her back. Now it's just me, my group and Serena-Kaichou. The first to take action was Yoko, picking the bowl of soup and diving the spoon into it, picking the liquid.

"Here, take it. You'll need it to get your... Energy back." She said, a small blush tinting her cheeks. She knows what's going on with me, and to be fair, I don't blame her, I already said it is a youkai thing, she can't control it. I closed my eyes, dried the small tears down of tiredness and opened my mouth in order to eat it. However, after a while, nothing came. Instead, I opened one of my eyes and, you guess it, Yoko was staring at the floating fried tofu on the spoon. Oh, don't tell me. "Oh, there's... A piece of fried tofu here."

"Yoko, what are you doing?" I hesitantly asked. Instead of answering, she simply took the spoon to herself and gulped that in one go. Oh, no... I know those eyes. "Yoko... Don't tell me you...!"

"Ononononononom! Delicious! Onononom!" And now she attacked the poor bowl in one go! Holy shit! She lost control again!

"Ah! Bad touch! Sasamoto-chin's! Let go!" Tasha was the one who jumped in order to stray to stop her, followed by Kaichou, who was trying to use her spells to save the last drops of that soup, then Dairyuu probably wanting some for herself. However, they totally underestimated Yoko's gluttony, and they couldn't even remove the bowl from her!

"Onononom! I'm sorry Zenjirou! I can't control my instincts! I've failed you again! Onononom!" And they continued to struggle in front of me, tears, drops of soup and sweat going everywhere As I was denied once again the delicious dish from mom. I turned to a side, and saw a smiley Ryuubi.

"Heh. Didn't I say? Never there is a boring day as long as you can enjoy it to the fullest."

...

...

Huh... Maybe she's right.

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~~Later: midnight.~~

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It was dark, really dark since it was already midnight. Thankfully, my devilish night vision was still working even with the massive headache I was having. The moon was full today, and so, the park was illuminated in it's fullest. I took the first step into it, wearing only my set of pajamas, and scanned around for a possible threat, finding nothing...

**[PARTNER, ARE YOU SURE THAT IT WAS WISE TO LEAVE HOME IN YOUR STATE, WITHOUT EVEN CALLING FOR ASSISTANCE? IT MIGHT BE A TRAP.]**

"Sorry, brass Dragon, but you heard it too, right?" I said to shine in my left hand. He's right, but the voice in my sleep, his voice, said that it wanted to contact me directly, and for that, I must go alone. I don't fully trust him, but his tone of voice was too sincere to be a trap. Besides, It's already proved I'm stronger than him, and if the situation call, I'll sacrifice maybe an arm. But until then, no worries.

**[FAFNIR'S NIGHTMARISH CURSES. TO THINK THIS WAS ALSO IN HIS INVENTORY OF ABILITIES... I AM AFRAID WHAT THOSE RUNAWAYS CAN DO IF THEY TRULY UNLOCKED THEIR RESPECTIVE DRAGONS' FULL POTENTIAL.]** The dragon in my hand said. Suddenly, the atmosphere weighted at us, and I could feel an eerie aura staring at us. Apparently Amurokros also felt it. **[PARTNER, THEY ARE HERE. BEST OF LUCK.]**

"Will do it, Ddraig." And then, a pair of shadowy figures landed from a tree to the ground. The shadows casted from the trees make it difficult to identify it spot on, but a bright golden and crimson shines and the increasing moonlight soon revealed the one who has been taking to me in my sleep, into my dreams. "Miyama Rei, the Golden Gigantiss dragon King, and Oliver Pent, the Red dragon emperor."

"Heretic Plague Dragon Sasamoto Zenjirou. Alone, like I requested. This is what they call 'plot stupidity', maybe? Or you are just too sensitive." The green-haired dragon host said to me, tossing up and down his dragonic spear as he approach me. "And, wow, what happened to you? Did Eiko seriously mark you that good? But then again, she was the pinnacle of dad's anti-supernatural armament... And one of the main reasons I want to kill him so much."

"Cut to the chase, Miyama and Pent. If you want to talk about your problems, I already said that won't faze me in the slightest. You know, I know, backstories means nothing now that we are enemies." I said, lifting my hand to him, but instead of summoning my Destroyer Astra, I offered it for him. "But doesn't mean we can try now."

"And that's why we requesting your presence." I lowered my hand for Oliver to take a closer look at my confused expression. Wait, they wants to negotiate now? Wait, he was talking about Onizuka-san just a few seconds ago, and since she's with us, maybe it has something to do with her.

"..."

"Brass Earthbound dragon Sasamoto Zenjirou, I'm here to propose something for you: I shall cease my attack against Kuoh academy under the condition that you give me back Eiko's head."

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