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Fairy DxD: Summer From Another World

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When Wedding Bells Ring…

"Huh?"

I knew my mouth was falling. Somehow, I had landed in a very unfamiliar and creepy place without me ever noticing. My squinted eyes were looking around, gathering clues as to where I was…but seriously, where the hell am I?

"Mr. Dragneel, are you paying attention?"

A harmonious, musical arrangement was playing in the background, and an old man's voice kept nagging me from the side, but I paid them no attention. I kept spacing out, because my sight was wandering this ominously foreign area. Hmmm? Now that I think about it, this place seems really familiar, even though it's not. The ceiling was high up, and stained glasses depicting different scenes were placed in different places. The entire floor was tiled with ceramic, and the wooden benches were filled with people—lots of people, though I'm not too sure I knew them. Huh? I narrowed my eyes to get a closer look. Those four on the right: red, blonde, black and blue…Ah!

"Hey guys!" I waved enthusiastically.

Yes, I recognize those people! Erza, Lucy, Gray and Wendy plus a cat, no—two cats! Scratch that—two flying cats! Happy and Charle! Yes! They were my friends! Whoa, I'm not lost after all!

"Tch…It's still too early for you…"

"Pay attention you idiot!"

"You asshole! The ceremony's taking place!"

"Natsu-san…you have to be a bit more quiet."

Eh? What's wrong? They don't seem to be as enthusiastic as I am. In fact, what the heck; are they crying? Erza was making a sullen and grim face, Lucy's eyes were sweating tears. Hell, was Gray pissed or something? He's glaring at me, though snot's coming out of his nose. Wendy's form was on the normal side; her tears were of genuine happiness, and it was sort of—what do you call it? Ah, heartwarming. But really, what the hell is wrong?

Now, back to the odd part—where was I again? Ah, yeah: the benches were filled with people. Lots of people. The ones seated at the right part were starting to become familiar, and I eventually realized that they were in fact, my guild mates. Gramps, Mira, Lisanna, Elfman, Laxus, Gajeel, the Raijinshuu, Team Shadow Gear, Cana and Gildartz, plus everyone else. That's weird; why were they here? Are we having one of those guild meetings or something? If so, then why are they dressed weirdly? The guys were wearing black tuxedos; except Gray of course; point is, he's naked. The girls had donned black dresses reserved for formal occasions like…formal stuff, I guess. Hmm? Did someone die or something?

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Crap, I'm not dead…am I? I'm not a ghost, am I!? This ain't my funeral, is it!?

After feeling my heartbeat, I take a look at myself and viola! I'm dressed just like them. Wait—what? Whoa, time out! What the hell's the meaning of this!? Why am I dressed in these weird-ass clothes!? Aargh! What the heck, these shoes look shameful. I am horribly ashamed right now.

"Natsu-kun!"

My thinking was cut short, and I snapped my head towards the audible whisper. It came from the left side, and my sight zoomed in. A pretty girl who stood near my height was pouting in my direction; her black hair falling flawlessly past her shoulders, and her purple eyes fixed at me. The ones among her were sending out their distaste through mini-glares. A short girl with white hair, another one with blonde locks and a tall-ish guy with the same hair color as the previous girl, were standing beside the one who had seemingly called onto me. Like everyone, they were dressed in dark, formal clothes. Wait—do I even know these guys? I thought hard, and now that I've placed a bit more effort than usual, they seemed eerily familiar.

Hmmm? Those two guys at the very back are waving at me.

"You fucker! I'm proud of you, but I hate you!"

"Lucky bastard! I'm gonna curse you after this!"

Despite their threats, they were smiling. Who were these fools? I don't recall meeting a bald guy and a glasses guy like those…ugh, why does my head hurt from trying to remember something? Aargh, what the hell is going on? Now those two on the front—a middle-aged couple; it seemed as if I knew them.

"Natsu! You've grown so much!"

"To think this day would come…I am very happy to be called your guardian!"

Shrugging it off, my eyes wandered towards the center of the gigantic room. A red carpet was laid in between the two sets of benches, and at the end, was a large opened doorway. Above it was a huge cross. And that's when it hit me; the reason this place seemed vaguely familiar, was because it looked like I was inside Caldia Cathedral.

"Must be inside a church."

The moment I noticed, I suddenly feel nervous. Very nervous. But why? I seem to remember something bad, something horrible, but what was it? Why does being in this place give me bad vibes?

"Natsu, are you alright?" A hand grabbed my own, and I immediately looked beside me.

"…"

Whoa. My mind just failed me. It was a woman, a very beautiful woman. I've seen my fair share of women before, and they rarely got my attention—but this one; she caught it the moment my eyes landed on her.

Crimson hair and blue eyes. What an odd combination. Her hair immediately made me think of Erza, but her pretty face was of someone I had never known. She was wearing a white gown with silver trimmings and laces, and a veil which was parted from the middle. Her beauty and presence, plus her pure dress, made her stand out from every single girl in here, and I knew for a fact that the guys had been stealing glances at her when they could. She was smiling at me, though I could tell she was trying her best not to act pissed.

"This is an important ceremony for us. Do you mind? Just until it finishes…please." She forced another smile, and I gave an awkward one as a reply.

But…Wait a minute—hold on one moment…She's…I know this woman! Ugh, work brain! Work dammit! Who is she!? Tell me who she is!

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"Buchou?"

"Finally, you've been spacing out. Now we can continue with the ceremony."

Yes, I remember. Rias Gremory—my master. The one who found me, saved me, and more or less, took me in when I had fallen into an unknown world. And as soon as I recognized her, I immediately recognized everyone else. Akeno-san, Koneko, Asia and Kiba. They were now smiling in my direction, unlike before. Those two at the back—Matsuda and Motohama; were my perverted buddies. Mr. and Mrs. Hyoudou sat in front, sobbing silently, and—

I searched inside, and found him only a few meters from where I was. Brown hair and eyes, plus a somewhat extremely perverted face—he was tapping his foot impatiently and crossing his arms, but fresh tears were falling from his eyes, and his entire expression told me that despite how happy he was, he was overall displeased.

"What are you waiting for? Make her yours, dammit!"

"…Issei?"

Hyoudou Issei in the flesh. This is weird. This is really weird. Really, I have to stress how weird this is. He's there—not in my arm; at least, not anymore. Anyway, "Make her yours…?" I looked back and saw buchou with a faint blush on her face. She was still holding my hand, and she grabbed it even tighter when I looked back.

And I remembered that I was a devil, and so was she. In that very instance, I remembered everything.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned my head. It was an old geezer who I wasn't familiar with. Really, I didn't know him at all! He was dressed in a priest's garb…

Hold on…One moment.

"YOU'RE A PRIEST!" I screamed. I frantically searched the area once more—

Priest. Church. Cross. Bad. This is bad. This is really bad. Why the hell am I in here!?

"Natsu! Calm down—" Rias Gremory grabbed my shoulders, desperately trying to calm me down, but;

"How can I!? We're in a fucking church!" I retorted loudly. Let's beat up this priest, dammit! He may look like this, but priests are dangerous! I know this from experience after all!

"I know that, but can you please listen to me for a second?"

"NO, we have to get out! This is bad, buchou—YEEEAAAAOOOOUUUUUUCH!"

IT HURTS! IT HURTS! I didn't expect her to pull my ear all of a sudden, and she wasn't holding back! Ouch, it hurts. It really, truly hurts. Why buchou? Why would you do that? While I nursed my damaged ear and looked at her scornfully, she simply breathed out a long sigh and crossed her arms.

"I told you to calm down! Quit nitpicking and man up, Natsu Dragneel! Who cares about the church? Who cares about the priest? All I want is to finish this ceremony, and you're making things hard!"

"But, but, but—" I tried, yet she'd have none of it. Disregarding my protests, she looked back to the elderly man and nodded once.

"You may continue."

"...You guys do get along quite well, don't you?" He chuckled sheepishly. Was he making fun of us? Of course we get along, you damned geezer! Quit smiling, dammit! I'm seriously going to hit you now!

"Please, let's just finish this."

The priest started saying some words to the entire crowd. Crap, this is bad. Crap, this is really, really bad. He's not muttering a prayer, is he? If so, then I'm in trouble; no, all of us devils will be. Wait, why do they seem so relaxed…? Akeno-san? Kiba? Koneko and even Asia? Hello! Why are you not alarmed?! You guys are just like me!

And buchou…she was calm; too calm. Now that I think about it, why am I so nervous?

I swallowed hard. Breathe. Breathe. I'm fine. I'm okay. I'm not in pain, at least not yet. I'm not hurt, and no way in hell will I let some words defeat me! I'll punch this geezer to kingdom come if he messes with me! Yes, that's it! I'm strong! A prayer will not defeat me! I'm not scared—not at all!

Yes, relax. Breathe. I am Natsu Dragneel, and I am a badass punk. I defeated tons of evil villains before; and likewise, I can beat this guy up if he tries something.

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And so, he was finished after some time and luckily, nothing happened. Yet. The crowd applauded, and more people started crying. Meanwhile, I simply scratched my head, because really…I don't get it. I don't get anything. I don't get everything. What the hell is happening?

"Rias Gremory, Natsu Dragneel."

He called my attention, and I looked. He gestured to the side, and I raised my eyebrows, not getting the hint. Finally, buchou pinched my cheek, and my attention was brought to her and her alone.

"I-It's time." She mumbled while I gaped once more. Time? Time for what? What is she talking about all of a sudden!?

"You may now kiss the bride." Oji-san the priest declared with a wry smile.

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What now? Whoa, back up! Did I mishear him or something? For a moment, I thought I heard him say "Kiss." He meant fish, right? We're gonna go and catch one, right!? Hesitant, I tried to ask again, but buchou wouldn't let me. She kept my face locked with her hands, and she was getting closer. My mouth was still agape. Is he for real? Kiss her? Bride? What the hell!? Are we getting married or something?

…Wait. Married? Whoa, time out! This is too sudden! I'm not ready yet! I don't even know how it came to this!

"Hold on a sec—" Crap, my cheeks are burning, but I know it's not from fire. I don't know why, but I was mostly thinking—Marriage? That's just an absurd tale I hear from stories! What the hell does it mean anyway!? I need to think! Work, brain! Work, dammit!

"Kiss me."

"Why?" I asked stupidly. Why a kiss? Can't we settle this with a simple handshake or something? Why does it have to be so damn specific!?

"…Just do it." She insisted, and I swallowed once more.

"You sure?"

"Quit asking and do it—"

Fuck. Let's get this over with! I closed my eyes and moved my face towards hers. I pictured her lips; those soft lips devoid of imperfection. I pictured mine crashing against them, and I shivered; unable to picture what would happen next, unable to feel what I would feel immediately after. As far as I remember, I had never kissed someone before, but this was so damn frustrating! If this is what I need to do in order to finish this twisted situation, then…

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I don't know what happened next, because when I opened my eyes, I was on my back; lying on a very comfortable bed. Only problem is, I wasn't alone. Buchou was lying on top of me, and I knew that beneath the stuffy covers on us; she was naked, and so was I.

"We're finally alone." She whispered in my ear, and I knew my heart was racing. Shit. Somehow, the whole scenario had changed. I had gotten used to waking up with her in my bed, but this position…how should I put it? It was entirely different from before. I could feel bare breasts pressing on me, and my hands were holding something extremely soft. Curious, I gripped it harder.

"Aa~ahn Not my b…b…b—"

W-W-What was up with that reaction? Crap, why am I so nervous? Crap, what is up with this situation? In a split second, she had had buried her face on my neck, and I could feel her dragging her tongue everywhere. I bit down the groan which would've escaped my lips. Damn! What the hell, she's not eating me, is she!? Her fingers were running amok, tracing my body from top to…no way! Don't! Hold on a sec—don't go there buchou!

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to sound calm. Her hands were moving towards the center of my legs, and in the center of my legs, there can be only that, right?

"D-Don't you wanna do it?" Her hands stopped on my belly button, and she showed me an unnaturally cute pout.

"Do what?"

"…make babies."

...Wh...WH—WHAT? Make babies?! Is she for real?!

"You make babies this way!?" I asked seriously, and I saw her giving me a rather cynical look. She shook her head, and pressed her body closer to mine.

"Take me." Those two words made my stomach curl. My mouth dried up, as I tried to restrain the urge to…wait, what was I going to do to her!? Ugh, this is messed up. My instincts told me to forget it all and push her on her back, bite her in all sorts of places and grope her endlessly. But what was left of my reason told me to wait and discern the situation. The angel and the devil inside me were fighting, and my brain was paying the toll. Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!

ARGH…why is this so fucking hard!?

"H-How?" I struggled, but I went with the tiny bit of reason I had left. Really…what the fuck was going on?

"I thought you knew how to do it?"

"Do what?" I asked again. Why is she saying vague lines!? Be direct, dammit! She stopped moving, and I stopped squirming. We simply stared at each other for some time, our breaths overlapping each others. I caught the whiff of something from her, and my senses were telling me it was...a naughty smell. As the silence remained, warm air met my sweaty face. Her pants and gasps for air; it was stirring something in me, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold on anymore. until;

"…Let's start with a kiss."

A…A kiss? Another one? Why does it have to be a kiss!? What the hell is going on?! I saw her moving closer, just like before…and just like before, I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst.

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Huh? Isn't she done yet? What's taking so long? It had been a minute, but my lips were only touching the empty space. I'm looking like an idiot, am I? Aargh! What the hell?! I forced my eyes open, expecting to see the crimson-haired girl, but what met my sight was a barren wasteland.

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White and Red. In the middle of a wide, yet empty field, two gigantic monsters were fighting. I saw people running away, as the beings clashed and tried to outdo the other. Sweat kept trickling from my face, and when I finally found my voice, I could only mutter one word.

"Dragons."

Yes. They were Dragons, but why were they fighting? Shouldn't they get along instead? I watched in fascination as their battle drew on to long lengths. The two beasts swiped at each other using their sharp claws, bit each other and burned each other with fire. The ground trembled with their every step, and the skies shook with their every roar.

"DDRAIG!"

"ALBION!"

They both shouted. Wait, Ddraig? Why…Why does that name seem so familiar?! I ran towards them, trying to gain a closer view, and that's when I realized it. That Red Dragon—I had seen it before. I was hoping that it was Igneel, but it wasn't…yet I knew that Dragon. In fact;

"Ddraig?"

That Dragon was sleeping in my arm; inside the Sacred Gear. My Sacred Gear. Whoa, wait up! This doesn't make sense. I thought Ddraig was sealed inside my Sacred Gear, but why is he here!? Just like Issei that one time. What the hell is going on!? I tried to think, but I can't seem to figure it out. Come on brain! Tell me what's going on!

A trumpet blew from above, so I looked, but I instantly regretted it. Legions of winged people in shining battle armor were flying in the air, and their pure white wings were blinding to the eyes. The first thing in mind was—Angels. The ones from heaven, and their numbers weren't a joke. A third of the sky was filled with them. In their hands, they held spears of light, and when the man leading them gave a signal;

"FIRE!"

Spears of light rained down from the heavens and zoomed towards the two beings.

Those spears. Getting hit with it would be bad, especially for me…Uh-oh. This is bad. This is really bad! They're coming towards me! Crap! I gotta run, I gotta hide! Crap, they're gonna hit me too! Fuck this! I can't escape—I'll just hold my ground then!

"BOOSTED GEAR!" I shouted, but nothing happened. Wait—nothing happened!? What the hell!? I crossed my arms in front, and steeled myself for some damage. C-Come on then! I can take on a few spears!

*STAB*

*PIERCE*

Huh? I'm okay. What the hell!? I could swear I was just about to be pierced by two or three, or maybe even a lot more, but…nothing? I stared at the battleground, and saw it littered with those very same spears. I looked below me, and saw one protruding from my stomach. Whoa—my clothes are back! No wait…that's not it. I did get hit, didn't I? But why am I unhurt? I clawed the part, and tried to touch the sharp object, but... Huh? My hand just passed it. Weird. This is messed up. It's as if I was a ghost…

No, that's bad. So I'm dead then? Damn, what the hell is going on? I walked away, and the spear just went through my body. AARGH, my head hurts from all this thinking. Maybe this is a dream? Yes, this has to be a dream. No, this is definitely a dream, no doubt about it. Any time now, and I'll wake up. Any time now.

I looked up once more, and to my shock, I found the two Dragons battling it out once again. Despite the seemingly infinite number of attacks on them, they were perfectly unscathed. The beasts howled, and a large number of Angels were blown away. They fought back with their spears, but the projectiles simply bounced off like a stone to a wall. Now this is messed up. The Dragons were fighting each other, but they were fighting the Angels too! And when I thought it couldn't get any worse—

"TAKE THEM DOWN!"

Pitch black wings covered a third of the sky. Like the Angels before them, they had feathery wings, battle armor and spears of light on their hands; but unlike them, their wings were colored like the midnight sky. Their spears of light were as potent and dangerous as Heaven's, and like the heavenly beings, they threw their arms towards the two titans.

"Fallen Angels."

I hated them. It wasn't like me, but I had my reasons for despising them. I saw their weapons failing to pierce the Dragons' tough scales, but they kept attacking, and attacking. Hey, wait a second. I'm not good at mythology, but aren't Angels and Fallen Angels enemies? Why aren't they attacking each other? No—why are they teaming up on the Dragons even? AARGH, I don't get it anymore! This is making me nuts! I looked one last time, and my heart skipped a beat.

Devils. A whole load of them.

Wow…everyone's here. Black leathery wings were beating the air, and a third of the sky was covered by people in red armor. A silver-haired dude led the charge, creating large spheres of pure, dark magic. He, like his brethren, threw powerful magical attacks towards the two beings. The army in red armor assailed the gigantic monsters together with those who came before them.

"KEEP FIGHTING! SLAY THE BEASTS!"

Large explosions emerged, and the loud sounds were starting to get to me. I could feel my eardrums pounding hard, and my heart pounding harder. But despite everything, in spite of the three factions teaming up…nothing. When the smoke cleared away, the two Dragons just shrugged them off as mere annoyances, swatting what they could reach with their gigantic wings. They continued their fight, paying no mind to the small disturbances.

Honestly, I was shocked. I mean, what the hell? Even the three forces were no match? Are those two really that powerful? Light and Darkness rained down on them, but like before—nada. The only thing which seemed to scratch them were the powerful blasts of the leaders, but even those didn't cause any significant damages. Soon, the cavalries were tiring out. One by one, they fell. One by one, they were defeated, even though the two Dragons did nothing flashy nor magnificent.

"WHY!? OUR ATTACKS AREN'T WORKING!

"THEY'RE TOO STRONG!"

"MORE! KEEP FIRING!"

Wow. Those two Dragons…they're so awesome! I smirked. My belief in Dragons as the most powerful beings had been reinforced, and I started walking away—satisfied by the show. Now, time to find the exit. Time to put a stop to this weird dream. Because really—Devils, Angels and Fallen Angels working together? Pffft, what a load of bull; as far as I know (and I don't know a lot), never in a long shot would that happen. Now this dream, I have to tell Ddraig. He was in it too!

And just when I thought I had seen everything, a loud voice called out from the heavens.

"DDRAIG AND ALBION, ENOUGH! HOW LONG WILL YOU KEEP ON FIGHTING!? HOW LONG WILL YOU KEEP ON RAMPAGING!? I CAN ONLY BE SO PATIENT!"

Holy hell. The ground's shaking like crazy. This is simply too realistic to be a dream, but it was too unreal at the same time. I look up. Whoa—is the sky glowing? Crap, it's getting way too bright! Oi, who the hell turned on all the lights!?

"HAH! IS THAT YOU GOD? FINALLY HAD ENOUGH WATCHING!?"

"WHY DON'T YOU COME DOWN HERE AND STOP US YOURSELF!?"

Did he just say God? The God? As in, the "most powerful" being in the whole damn universe?! This I gotta see! This guy's on top of the People-I-want-to-defeat-for-the-sheer-fun-of-it list!

"INSOLENCE! KNOW WHO YOU ARE SPEAKING TO, FOUL BEASTS!"

"HAHAHAHA, I'D BETTER NOT ANGER HIM IF I WERE YOU."

"MICHAEL, AZAZEL, LUCIFER—STAND BACK."

…Hmmm, I didn't picture Him to be a talking, shining cloud, but whatever. The leaders of the Angel and Fallen Angel sides were voicing out there concerns, but "God's" calm voice rumbled throughout the battlefield.

"SO THE BIG BOSS IS MAKING HIS MOVE, EH?"

The leader of the Devils made his comment, but I knew that he was displeased. His face was showing it even, and I could see the terrified looks of his army despite how far I was from them.

"FATHER—"

"WORRY NOT, MICHAEL. I WON'T DO ANYTHING—NOT YET. HE WILL TAKE CARE OF IT."

I stared at the far away glow. He…? Oi, another one? Who the hell is it this time—no, let me out of this fucking dream already! I've had enough! I can't take it anymore! I wanna wake up! Hmm, should I pinch myself then?

*PINCH*

I did just that, but nothing happened. I even punched myself in the face. Hard. Very hard. Just so I could see if I would wake up, but the only thing I woke to was the dizziness my last punch had given me. After getting my vision straight, I looked back in time to see a gigantic tear opening in the sky. A wide chasm had appeared all of a sudden; and behind it, I saw an empty, black space. Odd, I feel like I've seen that before. The three forces had scrambled in order to get away, while the two Dragons simply stood there, gazing at the huge rift.

"NO…THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING."

"ARE YOU CRAZY, GOD?! WHY DID YOU LET HIM OUT?!"

They were terrified. All of them were. Fuck, for the last time, what the hell is going on!? The three armies scurried to get as far away as possible from the hole. Then, something came out of it; something large. Something very large.

"No."

In that instance, I fell to my knees. When the thing came out, I couldn't stop a tear from coming out of my eye.

"…DRAGONSLAYER, DO WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DO."

"I TAKE ORDERS FROM NO ONE! AFTER THIS, I'M COMING FOR YOU TOO, GOD!"

His entire form was similar to that of the already present red Dragon, but I knew he was different. I didn't know why, but I just knew. It was a large, scaly beast, with even larger, leathery wings. His head was crowned with spikes and horns, and his amber eyes gave off a powerful glint. His large jaw was filled with sharp, full grown teeth. His red scales were shining with dull luminosity, and every other part of him held an air of majesty. His regal voice held no fear, no hesitation…and for the first time since I heard that voice, it was filled with hate and disdain.

"…IGNEEL!"

I screamed, trying to draw his attention but he paid me no heed. No, that's impossible! Why is he here!? Did he get sucked into Eclipse like me!? WHEN!? HOW!? In the blink of an eye, flames blew from his mouth and scorched the unlucky into cinders. In a mere second, the flames scattered and surrounded the battlefield. In but a brief moment, the barren wasteland had turned into a burning inferno.

"I-IGNEEL?! WHY ARE YOU TAKING SIDES?!" The red Dragon—Ddraig roared, but his voice quivered. The battle stopped all of a sudden, as the three beasts regarded each other.

"HA! TAKING SIDES?! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO DDRAIG?! IT IS I, THE ONE AND ONLY IGNEEL!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, IGNEEL!? CAME TO HELP THEM TAKE US DOWN, DID YOU!? RETURN TO YOUR PRISON, YOU OUTCAST!"

…And then, Igneel laughed sarcastically at the White one's proclamation. His voice boomed and shook the earth. His very breath blew the minuscule soldiers into the flames, and with one final declaration—

"I'M TAKING EACH, AND EVERYONE OF YOU DOWN!"

His head reared back, and the flames swirled. I saw everyone trying to get away, but a single touch from a stray tongue of fire turned them into ashes. What power…Those flames, they were similar to mine, but what power!

"…Igneel."

I was getting eager...but why did reality have to interfere!? My sight dimmed all of a sudden. Darkness was creeping from the corner of my eyes, and my vision was getting blurry. No! I want to see more! I have to see more! IGNEEL! DON'T GO!

I knew it. I was finally waking up. My mind was drifting away, and when all the voices started trailing into nothingness, I heard Igneel one last time.

"MY FLAMES WILL BURN YOU! MY FLAMES WILL BURN YOU ALL!"

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"Ugh."

My head hurts. No, I think it was my brain. I feel as if I'd been dreaming for a very, very, very long time. What is this pain? Something's burning, and it's getting hotter. I reach a feeble hand towards my left ear, and I was jolted awake by the searing pain which met my fingertips. I opened my tired eyes, and slowly got up before looking outside. It was still dark, and the clock read 3:00 am…telling me to fuck off since school wasn't going to start in five hours. Fuck. Now what? I don't think I'll be able to go back to sleep anymore.

I reached once more, towards my ear; and found the silver cross hanging from it. It was my earring; an artifact to seal my magic from going haywire and destroying my arm; a fact that I never understood until now. As I yanked the chain, thinking about Devils and whatnot;

"…!"

That's when everything sunk in. I grasped my head, trying to recall every single part of the dream. Trying. But no matter how hard I did, it was just too hard to take in for me. FUCK! DAMN IT ALL!

What did they call it? Ah—Irony. Yes, the bitter irony in dreams. Oh, how I wanted to get out of that twisted scene from the start…and just when I started getting eager, the moment everything started to matter—BAM! Everything's gone. Everything disappeared. Now, not only am I awake, I have questions. Loads of them, and I'm dead sure that ten years of schooling would never be able to answer them all.

"Hey, Issei." I whispered to my left arm, trying to call onto my "reliable" friend.

"…mnya. Fu…fuck off."

"Issei!" I hissed. Seriously, what is up with this guy!? Why is he sleeping when something important comes up?

"…O-Op..pai."

Fuck. He's useless. Fucking no-good free loader, doing whatever he wants in someone else's arm.

"…you're…the free…loader…idiot."

…Is he really asleep? I doubt it, but fine. Fine! You can go to sleep for all I care, you dumbass! I slumped back to bed and shut my eyes tightly. Come on, show me that dream again! Come on, just skip the first part and I promise I won't be pissed! Who should I call when I want to sleep—Sandman? The Boogey monster? God?

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"If someone's list—AAARGH!"

Pain. My brain was fried in an instant. What did I do!? All I did was pray for some…sleep. Hmmm, pray. That's odd; I seem to recall something bad about praying.

"Um…Hey—GRRRAAAAGH!"

I bit my tongue. Anymore and I might wake up the household. What the heck!? I had never prayed in my entire life, and the moment I do it, I get cursed? Can't you let this one slide, whoever you are?

"…Devils are weak to prayers. Never, ever pray to Heaven."

Great. Thanks for the reminder, you useless brain. Sigh. This is hopeless. What should I do? What would Issei do?

"…Watching porn is the best remedy for sleeplessness."

I recall him say. Watching porn? I don't know, but I guess I'll try it. No, wait a sec—I think Issei's mom moved the secret porn stash Issei had been keeping. Crap, now what? Haa~ah. I raised an arm and fixed my eyes on the ceiling. Wait, I remember; there's someone else I can rely on. After a deep breath, I whispered.

"…Ddraig, you awake?"

It took a few seconds, but he answered my call.

"Aye, partner."

I immediately recognized the tiredness in his voice. I swallowed once; I was hesitant, but I wanted answers, no matter how painful it would be for my head. I wanted to know…I wanted to know about Igneel.

"…that dream."

"..."

Ddraig was silent. For a few minutes I waited, and finally…

"What happened to the Gremory girl after the wedding—"

"Shut up!"

This Dragon geezer... He's getting senile, I tell you! Here I was, hoping he'd be straight, but why the hell did he have to bring up that confusing dream!? AARGH! I could choke you right now, Ddraig!

"…Hahaha, I'm sorry. I'm like this when I'm nervous."

So, he's nervous? Even powerful beings like him get nervous, huh. Figures; even I would get nervous if I stuck my finger in Erza's cake, but this and that are two different things. Yes, I have more pressing matters to attend to.

"I remember, everything."

"What…?"

…Whoa, hold up! Are we talking about memories now? Do you have amnesia, Ddraig!?

"When I was sealed, my consciousness, powers and memories were hidden away, but now…I remember. That battle, was one among the many I was in…and that battle, was the final one I had, before I was sealed."

That's so deep, Ddraig. Really, it's so fucking deep…which is why I don't get what you're saying. Could you please explain it in simpler terms?

"And now I remember…Him."

"…You know Igneel?" My throat felt dry, but I pursued the subject. No matter how confusing this would be, I really wanted to know everything.

"Igneel. I haven't heard of that name since... Partner, do you remember what I told you about your magic being incompatible with mine?"

"…Yeah. Dragonslayer Magic; you're weak to it, right?"

He paused, as if hesitating. But I waited patiently. I had to be patient, even if I'm not used to it. I can't blow off a chance like this.

"Dragonslayer Magic. I'm not surprised they call it that. Weak to it you say. Hahahaha...HAHAHAHA! If only you knew. If only you were there. He was like us in so many ways, yet…He was different. They were different. His flames were not of this world, and so was he—"

I waited with bated breath. I waited for Ddraig to reveal everything, but...

*FLASH*

Reality really sucks.

A glow of crimson light appeared all of a sudden. Our conversation was halted, as Ddraig went silent, and I stared at the empty floor beside the bed. A very familiar magic seal appeared, and the light solidified into something else. When everything died down, what remained was a crimson-haired girl dressed in a white nightgown, standing on what should've been the center of the seal.

"…Rias-buchou." I muttered, and the girl turned to my direction. Despite how annoyed I was, she actually had the nerve to smile at me even.

"Hi, Natsu."

"…"

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK IT! DAMN IT! Why now!? Why the hell did she have to appear now!? Oi, Ddraig! Talk to me man! Talk to me, dammit! NO! WHAT ABOUT IGNEEL'S FLAMES!? It was getting to the good part! AAARGH!

"WHAT ARE YOU—" I nearly screamed, but she went closer and covered my mouth with a hand.

"We don't have much time. Natsu, I need your help."

…Huh? My help? I stopped squirming, and she pulled back. After composing herself, buchou took my hands and whined with a pleading voice.

"M-Make love to me."

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Oi. What the hell? What in the world is going on? How the heck did it end up like this?

"Buchou—what's the meaning of this?"

I ask, but she was silent. I couldn't help but notice the extremely awkward position that I was in. I was lying on my back, and luckily—on the bed, but she was sitting right on top of me. A thousand question marks appeared in my mind, even though a thousand more had been waiting. I suddenly remember the dream, and my throat stopped functioning. Bed. Alone with Buchou. This situation was just like that one part! Oi! Is this a continuation of that dream? Are we gonna go and make kids or something!? (Cuz that's what she had said back then.)

No…I gotta calm down. Hahaha, I'm getting too worked up. Buchou still has her clothes on, and so do I. Hahahaha, a dream will always be a dream.

*STRIP*

And then, she just had to strip. She's just like Gray in that regard. Back then, I did think of her as Gray's female counterpart, but…wait, I'm getting off the track. She takes off her nightgown, and tosses it to the side, where it was left forgotten. I was granted a full view of her bountiful chest, which was suppressed by a black, lacy bra. You know what? I'm actually getting tired of this stripping part.

"What's wrong buchou?" I asked again. Please, don't leave me hanging here.

"I'm in trouble…Someone's after me, and if I don't do it…It's the only way left."

Don't do it? What the hell is it? Wait—someone's after you!? Who is it!? What do they want!? Should I beat them up for you?!

"Why…?"

"…Someone's going to take me away, Natsu." She was covering herself with her bare arms. Hey, if you're going to do that, then why strip in the first place? Okay, I take it back—you're not like Gray. At least you still have some sense of shame on you. And again, I ask; what the hell is going on!? Why the hell am I getting involved with all of these weird situations!? My head's already worried shitless about finding a way back to Magnolia, and…FUCK! This is all so confusing!

"…You said you needed my help?"

She was hesitating. I could tell from the way her lip quivered. Damn, why is this taking so long? I slowly brought myself up in spite of our position, and took her hands. They were cold, and they were shaking. Damn it! What a serious situation this turned out to be.

"Hey, I can't help you if you won't tell me." I murmured. It wasn't like me, I know; but I had to finish this. I still had my problems to deal with. Finally, I felt her hands grip me back. She shook her head once to confirm her thoughts, and she voiced out—

"T-Take away my innocence. It's the only way you can help me. It's the only way out for me…"

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Wha~t? Take away her innocence? What does that mean? Should I make her "go bad" or something? Like a rotten egg? What should I do then? Crap, I don't understand. But…

"Okaaaay…How can I help?" I agreed. I don't know why, but being the reliable guy that I was, I agreed. She smiled, and I knew she was grateful. I simply scratched my head. But then she took off her bra. Her soft, bouncy breasts flew off from their restrains, and in the dim light, her pale flesh shone like alabaster.

Again, I must stress how tired I'm starting to get from all this stripping business.

"…Hey. What are you doing, buchou? Why are you taking off your underwear?" Seriously, I thought we were trying to solve your problem? I stared at her blankly, honestly puzzled. And she—

"Huh?" She was shocked. I don't know why, but she was genuinely shocked.

"Huh what?"

"You're not...reacting at all." She was leaning over, looking at me with worry.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm naked." She pointed out, and I rolled my eyes.

"…So what?"

I didn't expect her mouth to drop. Seriously, so what? I've seen you naked already, slept naked with you even! Why would you being naked surprise me? Really, what kind of reaction were you expecting!?

"Normally...you'd start spouting things and overreact, and—are you sick?" She pressed her hands on my temple, checking for abnormalities. But having found none, her surprised face grew.

"I'm perfectly fi~ne. I've always been like this!" I spat back. Really, if someone's acting odd, it's you buchou. It's you.

"This is quite troublesome. I don't know what happened, but—"

"What are you talking about—and hey! What are you doing!?"

"You're back, Natsu." She explained vaguely while she pulled off my shirt. Whoa—time out! What the hell are you doing!?

"Wait—" I tried, and she smiled coyly; as if amused at my reaction.

"…Yes. I really prefer the shy Nat—"

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*STRIP*

"I can take off my clothes by myself." As if to prove my point, I did take my shirt off. Hmm? She's staring at me. Ugh, her stare is really getting to me. I did do something that was extremely Gray-like, so I guess it was abnormally weird.

"What the hell happened to you!?" She yelled in disbelief.

"…I told you! I'm always like this."

Enough. I've had enough. Luckily, she did too. The questions stopped—at least, hers did. My head was still in a pretty messed up state. Wait—I got caught up in her pace! Damn! I forgot my conversation with Ddraig. But that conversation would have to wait…because right now, buchou had wrapped her hands around me. The sudden act left me dumbfounded, but when she rested her head on my shoulder;

"...I...I..."

I could tell that she still had her doubts. But really—I have to admit that this side of her is quite different. It was quite different from her usual strict and somewhat spoiled side…but how should I put it? It was unnaturally likeable. A weak and fragile buchou was…sort of cute. But I want buchou to smile. I want her to be the happy women that she is.

I wrapped my arms around her in turn, and she grew stiff for a moment. After that, I knew I had to wait.

"…Natsu, you'll take responsibility right?" She asked softly after some time.

"Buchou...can't you tell me what's going on? I really have no idea what—"

"No time...and you're too stupid to understand it anyway."

"Hey!"

Rude. Even in critical moments, she's rude. Why are you so rude to me, bu~chou? She chuckled lightly to break the tension, and asked again.

"Just tell me. Will you take responsibility?"

...How should I answer? Take responsibility? What am I supposed to do? Fuck this! As a man, I'll have to worry about details later! She needs my help, dammit! Let's get this over with!

"…yeah, I guess. But—"

She silenced me with a finger. Afterwards, she guided my still right hand, towards her chest. Awkward. This is really awkward. Just like that, she grants me permission to touch her. She's really weird, this woman. The last time I touched Lucy's naked chest, I was slapped. Not that it hurt or anything, but...

Soft. I had no other words except that one. It really was soft, and I vaguely remember feeling this wonderful sensation recently.

"Can you feel it? My heart—It's racing. I'm scared, Natsu. It's my first time after all."

First time? For what? Me touching your breasts? Odd; I think I remember touching you there once…or twice, I dunno—I can't seem to remember.

"Buchou…? Are we gonna go and make babies or something?"

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That was the idea that I came up with. Really, nothing else could explain this situation. Her reaction, though, told me that I was spot on.

"Y-Yes. Yes, we are. But first—"

Her face was getting uncomfortably closer. And I knew—it was another damn kiss! My mind was already full of thoughts. My instincts were driving me mad! Seriously, why was my brain showing me these vexing images?! I tried to suppress the urge of pushing her down, because really…I really don't know what was going on! While I was mulling things over, the space between us quickly disappeared.

But just when our lips would've collided—

*FLASH*

Another flash of light. All it took was an inch, but we both stopped to look at the newcomer. Who the hell is it this time!? Why do people keep popping up all of a sudden?! AARGH! DAMMIT! DAMMIT! My room is not a fucking interdimensional gateway dammit!

"We're…too late." I heard my mistress say. I focused my eyes; away from buchou's breasts and onto the similar seal from before. When the light faded, I saw a silver-haired woman standing there. She was wearing a maid's clothing, and her disapproving look jogged a memory within me.

"Man~It's just Gwaffles. You scared me."

"It's Grayfia. Grayfia Lucifuge."

Relief washed over me. It was that strong chick from the Gremory's—the one that seemed to have a personal vendetta against me. In this situation, with me on the bed and buchou on top, I would hate fighting her; but she's on our side…if I'm not wrong.

I looked back, and buchou was glaring at the woman. Huh? Are you guys fighting, or what?

"…Are you trying to break the engagement by doing this?" Were Gwaffles' first words. I scratched my head again, but it seemed as if she wasn't speaking to me.

"That's because nobody listens to me in the first place! Otou-sama and Onii-sama won't even hear me out!"

"Sirzechs-sama and Lord Gremory will be sad if they find out. Why are you giving your chastity to someone like him?"

Oookaaaaay. Don't mind me. Just do your talk while I try to understand everything…NOT! Besides, the way she used that tone to refer to me—I can't just let it slide now, can I? You trying to pick a fight lady?

"…What the hell is going on? What's Gwaffles trying to say here?"

"Please do not interfere with this discussion."

Really. Trying to leave me out now, huh? Tch. Women. I'll never get them at all.

"My purity is mine, and mine alone! Who I choose to give it is none of your concern, Grayfia! And Natsu is part of this family! He has as much right to take part in it as I do! "

Yeah! Tell her buchou! Wait—what? Okay, back up…I'm lost right now. Really lost. Hey Ddraig!? Can you please explain what's going on? Issei? Anyone? Hello…? I'm really confused right now. I noticed the maid picking up the lacy bra on the floor, and while I was staring at the action, buchou took her hands of me and got up.

"You are the next heiress of the Gremory. I implore you; please, don't flaunt your skin shamelessly to a man, even in this situation." I saw my crimson-haired mistress put her underwear back on. Afterwards, she picked up her nightgown and threw it over herself. Meanwhile, the maid turned her attention to me and bowed politely.

"Forgive my rudeness, Natsu Dragneel-sama."

…Really? You do all that and ask for forgiveness? What the heck is up with these folks!? So, if I punch you right here and now, I can get away with an "I'm sorry"? That what you're trying to say?

"Geez. I am s~o confused right now."

I stood up and started pacing. When I had enough, I stopped and resumed my staring on the two. Hmmm? Now that I think about it, this maid is actually quite pretty. Those boobs; why do they have to be big? No, why do boobs like those even exist? Won't they get in the way of fights? I have to ask Lucy when I meet her again. If I meet her again.

*PINCH*

"…Ow. That hurt." It was my cheek, and the usual culprit behind it was glaring at me. When I looked, buchou was crossing her arms with a disapproving look on her face.

"Quit staring at her!" She sighed once, and regarded Gw—no, I think it was Grayfia? Her name sure is weird…I'd prefer Gwaffles though, cuz it sounds tasty. While I silently discussed it by myself, they continued their confusing discussion.

"Who sent you? Otou-sama? Onii-sama?"

"All of them."

Grayfia answered immediately, and the younger female's face turned sour. She glanced at me for a brief moment, before sighing once more.

"Is that so…? I understand."

Hmm? Looks as if she's given up or something. She calmly walked over to me, but her eyes were downcast. Her smile…her smile completely disappeared.

"Natsu, I'm really sorry."

"For what?" I ask. Why was she apologizing? For coming into my room? For stripping me naked? For teleporting all the way here just to interrupt my man talk with Ddraig!?

"Can you please forget everything? I wasn't thinking straight earlier…"

"So, were you lying to me then!? I—"

*KISS*

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…Huh? Just now, a soft sensation met my cheek. Just now…did she just do what I think she did? I looked, and she was blushing. So, she did do it then!? WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?

"Will this do? I really am sorry…and I wasn't lying either. Please, just forget everything."

"…"

She requested, but I was silent. Of course I was. She just kissed me on the cheek for no particular reason; how can I react as if it was nothing!? Ugh, it didn't leave a mark or anything…did it? I was rubbing my cheek, trying to get rid of whatever it is that got there.

"Grayfia, let's go back. We can discuss everything in my room."

Just like that, she walked away. I simply stood there, my mouth gaping open. I just stood there, my mind nearly bursting from all the confusion. I just stood there, and as idiotic as it may sound; I was thinking of that single kiss from her.

"Bye, Natsu. See you later."

*FLASH*

Just like that, they were gone. I was alone again. Fuck. Damn it. Fuck it all. Now, I even had more questions. This is so fucking annoying. I crashed back to bed. Seriously, everyone's just doing what they want. What about me? What about my needs? This is so damn frustrating!

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[Aa~h Man, that was the best dream ever!]

The voice came from my left arm, and I bit down the urge to punch it in the hope of inflicting some damage to the speaker.

"Where the hell were you?"

[Me? First, I was getting married…to a blonde bishoujo! Then, I was in the bed with her…Afterwards, I was making love to her! Truly, the best dream ever! What did I miss?]

I slumped back, and bit my lip. Why? Why was everything so messed up? I'm not enjoying this at all! I just want to go home. I just want this nightmare to end.

"Everything, you dumbass. You just missed every goddamn thing that mattered."

I couldn't see it, but I knew Issei was making a puzzled face. When I remembered buchou's frown, I somehow knew that my days would once again chaotic.

...

Walking to school never felt so amazing before. One month and three weeks away from my world—I had been counting the days, but I had finally gotten over my homesickness. Memories of my home didn't appear as they usually did, because these present days had been so intriguing. I mean, come on! How am I supposed to forget a battle with Fallen Angels, plus a stupid pervert lodging in my arm?! Truly, these memories were so vivid; they were starting to replace the ones I already had. It wasn't like me, but I was thinking. Hard. Trying to make sense of everything. Trying to piece the fragments together, but really…it's hopeless. I just can't understand it all. I just can't.

"Natsu-san?"

I looked to my left, and saw a blonde girl walking beside me. She was wearing Kuoh's female uniform, and her worried face was getting to me.

"…Uh. Asia? Why are you following me?"

"Mou~You forgot, didn't you? I'm supposed to start school today!" She was pouting, but her voice was brimming with enthusiasm. Man, I almost forgot about her issues. I almost forgot about her nearly dying, only to be reincarnated as a Devil. Damn it, I knew there was a reason why I limited my thinking. Now, I really know that thinking too much can damage the brain, or something.

"I'm so excited! This is going to be my first time going to school! I bet it's going to be a great day!"

"…pffft. Yeah, I'm not too sure about that Asia."

"What do you mean, Natsu-san?"

"Take my word for it. School. Is. Hell."

…Yes. Giving her some advice would be good. Her look told me that she didn't get it, but I couldn't blame her. Soon Asia. Soon, you will realize how horrible school is. It may seem fun at first, but once you get used to it, you'll eventually realize that it is in fact, not fun. Not fun at all.

"Aah, Asia…I was just like you once. During my first week, I actually tried to give my best. But I eventually asked myself—why am I doing this? I'm not gonna stay here long enough to actually appreciate what school can give me, cuz I will find a way home! I will Asia, I will. Get my drift?"

"Aah…O-Okay." She was giving me a troubled face which told me that she got even more confused. No Asia, please don't give me that look. Please don't treat me like I'm crazy~

[Idiot. Don't mind him, Asia. He's an idiot.]

"Issei-san?"

And then, Issei just had to butt in. Really man, please don't give Asia the wrong idea. She's gonna think school's so awesome and everything.

"Hey, shut it. People are gonna find out about you."

[Unfair! It's too unfair Natsu! Why can't I speak when I'm finally able to? I wanna talk lots and lots more! People can finally hear me after all this time! Why can't I!?]

Geez, quit whining. It's not my fault, isn't it? It's an order from buchou, so be a good boy and obey her.

"Don't worry, Issei-san. I will always be here to hear you out. So please, don't be sad."

[Asia~You are an angel…Huhuhuhu, you're the only one I can count on. See that Natsu? Asia cares! She does! She's the only good outcome this change has brought…Huhuhuhu, I'm so happy.]

While the two of them conversed in hushed tones, I was left thinking once again.

"…Change, huh?"

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"U-Um. I-I-I'm Asia Argento! I-I-I hope we can get along!" It took a while because of her timid and shy nature, but Asia finished her introductions to the class. The usual reactions appeared, and the usual cheering was there. This, and only this was the part of school I liked—the fact that everyone seemed so happy and peaceful, thinking the world was as peaceful as they were, when in fact; it was far from it. But I can't blame these guys for being ignorant. That ignorance was a privilege only normal folks can have.

Ma~n. It's only peaceful when I'm in school…

I positioned my scarf on the desk and placed my face against it. Too much thinking. It's starting to hurt again. Crap. Better make use of this Homeroom period and get some rest.

"A-A-A blonde bishoujo! Too bad Issei—you're in Canada, and there's a blonde bishoujo right in front of us! I'm so happy!"

"…She's…She's beautiful! Motohama, I think I'm in Heaven!"

Cue perverted buddy talk. Matsuda and Motohama really do know how to appreciate girls, even though the girls don't appreciate Matsuda and Motohama…for appreciating them.

"You guys are as energetic as usual." I straightened up and leaned on the chair, trying to get a glimpse of their faces. Huh? Are they glaring at me? Again? Geez, what did I do now?

"…Natsu-kyuun. You are as horrible as ever, you traitor!"

"Yeah, yeah. Heard that before." Actually, I hear that everyday, but whatever… Just get a move on and tell me what's wrong, dumbass.

"I heard rumors of you and A-Argento-san walking together! Kiryu told me that you were the one who led her here! Is that true?!"

"Yeah. So what?" Why should I deny it? I had no reason to, so I replied honestly. However, they actually got more pissed at me for being honest.

"Why? Oh dear Lord, why is it only you? Are you a manga protagonist or something!?"

"You damn popular guy! Huhuhuhu, Issei~ Natsu's going over to the dark side…"

…I let a weak smile trace my lips. Conversations like these never get old…The little talks I had with these guys almost reminded me of the good old days in Magnolia, when everyone was just lazing around and talking together without a care of the world. Man…I really miss those days.

"Natsu-san!"

"Huh? Ah, hey Asia."

I found the girl seated on the empty desk near me. She was smiling nervously, and I gave her an assuring grin in turn.

"Are you okay? I noticed even back home, but you're not acting like yourself."

…She noticed, huh? After buchou left this morning, I've been feeling restless. I really don't know what was going on anymore. First, there was that dream with Igneel, and the issue with buchou only made matters worse and confusing. I don't ask for this often, but what I really, really, really needed now was a goddamn break.

"I'm okay…Just need some sleep."

A small yawn escaped my lips. Yeah, I really am sleepy. I never did really get back to sleep after that time, and now I'm unusually tired. Then, Asia's words sunk in—"you're not acting like yourself." Huh? Weird, buchou was going on about that too. Did I really change that much?

"Please, take care of me as usual, Natsu-san."

"Sure. You can count on me!"

I tried to say enthusiastically, and I barely managed. Behind me—Matsuda, Motohama and the rest of the guys were glaring at me.

"Back home…?"

"This morning…?"

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"FUCK YOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU NATSUUUUUUUUU!"

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"Ugh…?"

…What happened? I opened my eyes and tried to look around. Everyone apart from me was looking in front and listening to the sensei. Crap, I fell asleep. How long was I out? Huh? Why does it feel wet in my—oh shit. I wasn't drooling, was I? I wiped my mouth using my scarf, and looked around once more. Nice! Nobody noticed. Well, I can't blame them—I'm a ninja after all!

Yes! I feel the excitement in me again! Sleep is the best!

"…For now, we will be solving for the Area of an Ellipse."

*BANG*

I bashed my head on the desk as soon as I heard the drawling voice, and I knew everyone heard the commotion. Fuck. I forgot that class was still going on. Fuck it. Just fuck it.

"Is there something wrong, Dragneel-kun?" I heard the instructor call, and I tried my best to reply politely.

"Nah. I suddenly had a splitting headache, sir. So I figured hitting my head would make it go away."

Yes. Be polite, and he'll ignore you. The more polite you sound, the less suspicious you become. I took a peek, and the sensei shrugged his shoulders before continuing with the discussion. I heard people giggling and chuckling, but I paid them no heed.

Shit. This is just great. I wish I could've slept right through the lesson, but I just had to wake up. Man, this sucks. This really sucks.

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"Having trouble?"

A familiar voice appeared in my head, and I was honestly grateful.

"Ddraig? Great timing. I need to distract myself from this lesson." YES! I'd rather talk to a senile Dragon geezer than listen to this pathetic excuse of a lesson. Talk to me, Ddraig! Talk to me man!

"…You should pay attention, partner. Who knows? Maybe that lesson would come in handy."

"Pffft, I doubt it. I don't plan on staying long in "Japan" or whatever, so I don't need to bother with those things. Anyway—Did I really change that much?" I hid my anxiety and hesitation, awaiting his reply. He seemed to have been thinking deeply, because I heard his rumbling voice in my mind.

"Aah, so that's what you were worried about…"

"I just can't seem to get this one off my mind. I really need answers, or my mind won't hold up." Ten seconds. That was the limit. If Ddraig doesn't answer me now, who knows what'll happen? I might go crazy here and now!

"…I'll be straight then. You 'may' not have been yourself for the past weeks. Even now…"

May not? Oi. I don't understand you Ddraig. You said you'd be straight, but you're just making it more confusing.

"Why?"

"Partner, I told you before. Issei is not just inside your arm; he is one with you. Though he is without a body, his consciousness and soul are intact…"

"So?"

"Prior to having awakened the real Boosted Gear, what was Issei's main method of communication?"

"He's been bugging my mind." I didn't even need to think about it, because it was just so plain obvious…even for me.

"Exactly. Issei has been sending his consciousness into you. For the past couple of weeks, his soul has been trying to adjust in you, but now that I have truly awakened, he is able to speak for himself."

"I don't get it."

"What don't you get?"

"Everything." I confessed, and even though I couldn't see him, I knew he must've been frowning at my reply.

"Issei. Tell him what you did, back when you wanted to talk to him." Eh? Issei? Ah, of course! It's Issei's fault after all! He should be helping with the explanation. Right on cue, I heard his voice speaking in my mind.

"Hmmm…I was trying to enter his mind…and stuff."

"Stuff? Oi, what are you talking about!?" What stuff have you been doing to my mind?! Damn you Issei! Don't try and enter my mind, dammit! It's my goddamn mind!

"You may not remember, but you groped your two seniors when they slept with you. Ever since you became my host, you have not been yourself. That was his fault."

"I couldn't help it! He's vulnerable when he sleeps!" Issei explained. Enough, Issei. I've had enough. You can be perverted for all I care, but use my body for your own perversion? I'm seriously going to punch you if I could! Hmm? Now that I remember, I've been having bouts of nose bleeding back then. It really was your fault, wasn't it? You bastard!?

"Yeah, I seem to remember that. So the deal was—"

"Issei's been influencing you. You were Natsu Dragneel…but at the same time, you were more or less, Hyoudou Issei. Both of your thoughts and emotions were overlapping with each other's, hence, affecting the way you acted."

Okay, time out Ddraig. I need a breather. I need to rest my brain…because—

"…This is really messed up, and I honestly don't get it. So basically, Issei's been infecting me with some disease or something?"

"…You could say that."

"I can hear you guys, dammit! Don't talk as if I'm some sort of parasite!"

This is bad. A perverted Issei is one thing…but a perverted, parasitic Issei? Bad news, I tell you. Very bad news. It definitely rivals the perverted, stripping Gray concept.

"The awakening of the true form of the gauntlet means that Issei's soul has finally adjusted to its new container. Right now, the sacred gear is his shell, but you are the link which will keep him alive…"

I scratched my head. I kinda get the gist of it, but still…this is really messed up. Anytime now, and my head would start hurting again.

"But Ddraig, I'm me right now, right?" Please tell me that I've gotten rid of Issei's influence. As much as I like the guy (considering we are friends), this is just too much!

"If that is what you choose to be, then you are partner—"

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"DRAGNEEL-KUN!"

"—YEAH!?"

I didn't get to hear Ddraig's last words, because the sudden call surprised me. I stood up by instinct, and saw the instructor's infuriated face.

"I said—Suppose we have an ellipse with major axis length 2a and minor axis length 2b, and suppose that the major axis is on the x-axis. How do we find the area of the ellipse?"

Fuck. I'm dead. I'm a dead man. I obviously don't have an idea, nor an answer to give. Why the hell is he talking about axes and eclipse? You must mean the gate then, huh? I peered to the board, and found a crude drawing of something which looked like a circle. What was it called again—a…an ellipse? Ah, so that's an ellipse huh? I could barely read the written formulas, and I sure as hell couldn't understand them.

"Aha—ahahaha…I wasn't solving."

The sensei must've snapped. Quite literally too, considering the chalk he had in his hands actually snapped in half.

"Did you actually listen!? Tell me; what is the formula of the Area of an ellipse?"

And again, I must stress how dead I am. If this was a real battle, and no answer equals certain death, then I would've been long gone. Fuck. This is so fucking hard!

"Psst, Natsu! It's acπ! The answer's acπ!"

Issei!? You were listening? Thank you! Really, thank you!

"It's acπ." I replied confidently, a victorious smirk on my face. My classmates were giving me awestruck looks, and the sensei—

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"WRONG! Where the hell did you get the variable 'c'? The answer is abπ! It's abπ!" My mouth dropped. I gazed at my left hand, and I had to stop the urge of driving my other fist towards it.

"You lied to me." I muttered monotonously, and I heard him gulp.

"I was trying to help! Honestly! I didn't know it was a 'b'…" I didn't even have time to reply, because I knew I was in trouble.

"Dragneel-kun, I have been patient, but I've had enough! I've got nothing but 0's and 1's, in the rare occasion, 2's from you! You have to take this more seriously! I understand that you are a transferee, but your foundations are WEAK! WEAK, I tell you! Where the hell did you go to school prior to coming here?"

"E-Erza taught me." I replied nervously. What is up with this guy!? One moment, he looks like a normal, weak geek with glasses…and the next—Fuck, his eyes are glowing red! Is this guy a devil or something?

"Homeschooled, eh? That simply won't do! That Erza person mustn't have taught you so well!"

…He's saying bad things about you, E-Erza! You're lucky she isn't here, you bastard! Else—

"You are taking remedial lessons for a week starting tomorrow! I swear, if get as low as a 10 percent in your next test…"

"Eh?!"

…No. No way. No fucking way. Remedial lessons? For an entire week!? Why!? Why is this happening to me!?

…

"…I really hate this world."

"Don't worry, Natsu-san. Everything's going to be alright."

I could honestly cry right now. I was making my way to the second floor and was inside the Old school building, half-sobbing along the way. Classes were finally over, and I was leading Asia towards our clubroom…but really, why did this have to happen? Huuuu…Damn it all! I didn't even notice that I had arrived. For the umpteenth time this day, I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't know what I had been doing. Fuck. This really isn't good. I've been doing too much thinking.

I slapped my face twice, trying to get back in the zone.

"…So, this is it?" Asia asked nervously while I knocked on the door. The sign above it read: "Occult Research Club.".

"Yeah."

*KNOCK*

The door opened from the other side, and I saw the small, white-haired girl—Koneko behind it.

"Yo' Koneko."

"…Hello, Senpai." As usual, she was holding a plate full of varying snacks. This girl sure had a stomach on her, and next to me, she's one of the greediest eaters in the team.

"Can I have some?" I asked. Those are some really delicious looking cookies, mind you.

"…Ten-Thousand yen apiece."

"I don't have money on me." I pointed out blankly…and I think there's something wrong with that price.

"…Then you can't have some."

Geez, what is up with this girl? Why is she always so gloomy? Haa, you know what? I'm not even gonna ask anymore. Let her be gloomy for all I care.

"Come on, Asia." I went inside after pushing my companion, before slamming the door behind me.

*BANG*

"Natsu-kun. Please don't slam the door." Kiba was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, and he was peering over from a magazine in his hands; staring at me and the door, back and forth.

"It's not broken yet, is it? Let me do my thing man."

[Yeah, let him do his thing Cassanova! Natsu's been through a lot this day!]

Hahaha, Issei dislikes this guy, as usual. Kiba's face turned sour, and he suddenly lost interest in his magazine; fixing his eyes on the new girl instead.

"Oh yeah, you guys know Asia right?" I gestured to the girl; who bowed down politely.

"Hello."

I left the three to get acquainted, and moved towards a familiar black-haired girl. She was making tea like she usually did …Really, doesn't that lady have anything else to do?

[I never get tired of Akeno-senpai's beauty!]

"Yeah, yeah." I stopped right next to her. She seemed to not have noticed me yet, seeing as she's so intent on the tea. I wonder what kind we'll be having today?

"Hey, Akeno."

*SHATTER*

"H-Huh? Y-Yes!"

A teacup broke. More importantly—what was up with that reaction just now? She seemed surprised when I called her, but when she realized it was me, she replaced the surprised look with her usual smiling expression.

[Be polite, you bozo!]

Issei immediately remarked, and both of us (Akeno and I) stared at my left arm.

"—san." I added as a precaution…but when I looked, she was frowning. Weird. She's acting weird. Normally, this girl never lost her composure. She was probably the most level-headed among us here, but why was she acting flustered?

"Akeno." I tried again, and the same thing happened.

"Y-Yes!"

"—san."

"W-What is it, Natsu-kun?"

Geez…Is she sick or something? I moved closer, feeling her forehead with mine, but her temperature was normal. Huh? Her face is getting red. Damn, so she is sick?

"You're weird."

I muttered. As soon as I did though, she dropped the act and returned to her normal state. A slender finger prodded my chest, and her teasing smile accompanied it.

"Ara, ara…you're quite cheeky yourself kouhai." I scratched my head, shrugging off the remark. I don't get this girl at all. But;

"…I thought it was okay to call you that when it's just us?" I pointed out, and she blushed again. Really, what is up!? What's wrong with everyone today!? Did someone replace my friends with fakes!? Are they trying to pull a prank on me!? Or…is it just me?

"It's not just us, is it now?" She gestured to the other occupants, but seriously…enough!

"Hey, we've known each other for quite a while now. Let's just stop with all this formality bullshit. Besides, I call the others by their names too." I voiced out, looking around. Immediately after that though, Kiba raised his hand.

"Natsu-kun."

"—Except Kiba though. For some reason, Issei's against it." I added, before pointing to my left hand. Kiba slowly approached me; raising his hands as if to tell that he meant no harm.

"H-Hyoudou-kun, was it? I think we've gotten on the wrong foot here. Do you have something against me?"

Hmmm…? Hahahahaha…Is he actually trying to reason with Issei? I admire you trying buddy, but this guy has an unspoken personal vendetta on you.

[Yes. A lot, actually.]

"Just get along, you two." Asia pleaded. Koneko wasn't too keen on the matter though, as she was still eating her sweets. Akeno was looking at the commotion from my back. Oh yeah, in the end…what should I do? Was it okay to call her by name? Crap. I need to talk with her later.

"It's so lively inside."

…and then, there was her. I was just about to think about that issue too. Rias Gremory slowly sat down at her usual chair after she got out of the shower. Her crimson hair was still wet, and the scent of shampoo assaulted my oversensitive nose.

"Buchou." I greeted, but she was aiming an amused look at me.

"What happened to 'let's stop with all this formality?' "

For a second, I didn't get her. But…Okaaaay, I see where this is going.

"Then—" I tried calling her again, this time by name. However, she raised a hand to stop me.

"It's okay. I'm still your master, Natsu. I need at least that much respect from you."

…Yeah. I figured as much. Okay. Fine, whatever. I don't care, Master. If that's what you want, then your wish is my fucking command. I'm just being nice here.

"So, I take it everyone's been acquainted?" She voiced out, and her eyes landed on Asia, who suddenly became uncomfortable at the attention she was given. After Asia gave her a doubtful nod, she continued.

"Asia. Once again, I welcome you to the Occult Research Club. As I have told you before, you have been reincarnated into a Devil. So starting tomorrow, you will formally begin your job as a Devil."

[Good luck, Asia!]

Issei broke in, but Asia seemed really nervous.

"It's gonna be a piece of cake Asia." I spoke, and she tried to look confident. Yeah, a piece of cake, it is. After all; the first real job I had to take involved fighting a crazy priest and me nearly getting killed with a sharp piece of light. All in a day's work.

"Natsu—you'll go help her with leaflet delivery. And if you're asking; no—you don't have to ride a bicycle." Buchou continued jokingly, but she stopped when I glared at her. Honestly, don't make fun of other people's weaknesses, you damn sadist! What's wrong with a man getting sick on vehicles!?

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And then, I remember my dilemma.

"Um, about that…you see—"

It took a while, but I told them about my Math class. I had fun recounting the story though, considering their reactions were priceless. Who knew Kiba and Koneko could make really funny faces? Their jaws were dropping from shock! Akeno broke her second teacup, and buchou—

"WHAT!? REMEDIAL LESSONS?" She screamed, and I swear her voice would reach Magnolia in less than an hour.

"I know right? What are they thinking? Why should I take remedial lessons?" I stated with a nod. Yes, it seems these guys do get my ordeal. Buchou was placing a hand on her forehead.

"I knew you were stupid. I didn't know you were this stupid."

"...you're pretty stupid, Natsu-senpai."

"You should study more, Natsu-kun."

[I agree.]

What…? Is…Is this a damn conspiracy? Their looking at me with sympathetic eyes! You guys. Why are you all against me? So what if I'm bad with numbers!? I'm good at everything else!

"…Fine. Koneko, please take care of Asia."

"…Roger."

My master was pointing a finger towards me…Huh? Why are you looking at me like that!? Your face is scary, buchou. What the hell is it now!?

"And you—I will have Akeno tutor you the night after Remedial Lessons are over. You will study with her until you succeed in getting the highest score in your year!"

What the hell…? Studying with Akeno? Hmmmm…let's see; Akeno's cool, and I figure I might lear—wait, am I even considering this!? No way!

"Geez, it's fine! I'm not stupid; I just don't understand the lessons." I pointed out, but she wouldn't ease up. Rather, I think I made her more pissed at me.

"Then you're not fine at all! Ugh, I've got a lot on my mind."

Our meeting proceeded with problems and headaches.

…

"Hey."

I didn't even remember what happened for the most part, but the meeting was already over. I slowly approached Rias-buchou, who was doing some paperwork on the table. It was near midnight, and Koneko, Kiba and Akeno had already said their goodbyes, before departing to their homes. Asia was waiting outside for me.

"What is it?"

"This morning…" I started, but I didn't even get to finish.

"I thought I told you to forget about that? Natsu, please…just leave that matter alone." She pleaded. She looks troubled, but she asked me not to butt in.

Sigh. Fine. Don't need my help? Then I won't give it!

"Geez. Just trying to help." I changed my mind and turned to leave, hoping I really would forget about that troubling situation.

"'Night buchou."

"Good night."

…

"…Damn it all."

Fucking morning paperwork delivery. Did I really have to wake up early for this?

[Hey Natsu…I'll be sleeping, all right? Just call me when you need me…hehehehe.]

What the hell? It's still morning, doofus! Going back to sleep already!? What's wrong with you? And what the hell is up with that ominous chuckle!?

[I've been drained lately…Seriously, I'm gonna go and sleep. Don't bother me, all right…? Now, Okay…Zzz…]

Fuck. He really did go to sleep…Fine. Go do what you want, asshole.

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Seven days passed by so quickly, and Issei's been "sleeping" a lot ever since. I, on the other hand, barely got enough sleep. The nightmares kept repeating and repeating; so much that I could actually remember every detail in it. Those last six nights were a literal hell too. I'm a Devil, and even though I haven't seen what the real one looked like, I knew what I was talking about. I had to spend four hours trying to solve math problems every night. I don't even know how many times my head had been hurting, and the only thing which helped me persevere was sheer willpower. I tried to get away; I really did, but somehow—I could feel that buchou was watching me from somewhere, trying to guard against my escape. Fuuuuck. Now, not only am I haunted by weird dreams, my head's full of numbers.

*BANG*

I kick open the door, and did a three-sixty kick to close it shut. I checked the papers on my arms—good. Everything's there. Now, let's wrap this up and fake a headache to escape the next class.

"Here." I dumped the pile on the table. Buchou was checking the already present papers, and she confirmed my presence with a nod.

"Thanks. How's Asia doing?"

"She's fine! Quit worrying like an old lady—Asia already has tons of friends. I think we shouldn't worry about her anymore." I spoke out, ignoring the glare which came after my comment. I sat down at the edge of the table, awaiting my next task. A few minutes later—

"Please bring this to Akeno. Tell her to double check everything before handing it to the Student Council."

"Got it."

…What a lazy woman. Akeno's just over the couch; she could've just called her to come, or better yet—she could've just given the papers herself! Fine. Fine! I don't want to ask anymore. I'll just do what I need to do, then get out.

"Hey Akeno."

"H-Huh? Ah, Natsu-kun."

I handed her the papers. We never really had that talk about names and stuff, but I don't see her disliking my way of talking…so I guess it's fine. Anyway;

"What's up with buchou? She doesn't seem so lively. She sick or something?" I asked. For the past few days, she's been looking down. She didn't talk much, she didn't move much; hell, she didn't even scold me as much as she did…and she scolds me a lot. Well, I'm not complaining or anything, but she's acting weird. Yup, that's just it; she's acting weird.

Akeno dropped the smile, and looked over towards buchou. After a while, she returned her focus to me.

"Hmmm…is that so? Wanna check?"

I stared right back at her. Yeah, it is so. I just pointed it out, didn't I? Besides; what do you mean 'wanna check'? You know of some kind of way to check things like those? I casually shrugged to show my agreement, unable to interpret the wry grin she was showing me.

"—NATSU-KUN!"

"…!" FUCK! I'm not deaf! Why the hell are you shouting? Why the heck did you just yell and startle me!?

"What!? You don't have to shout, I'm right here."All of a sudden, she grabbed both of my hands. Huh? What's this? Some kind of ritual…? She then started giggling out of the blue…and the way she did gave me the shivers.

"What is it?"

"No~thing. For some reason, I just wanted to hold your hands."

"That so?" So, it's one of those spur of the moment kind of things, huh?

*SNAP*

Something just went snap behind me. I was going to turn around, but Akeno tried to draw me back to the conversation.

"Hey, today's the last day of your remedial lessons, right?"

"Yeah."

…Oh yeah! I almost forgot—I mean, how the hell could I forget!? Hurray! I'll be a free man later! Fuck you math!

"This means we're gonna have study sessions later…ufufufufu, but before that—Wanna go on a date?"

…Oh yeah. I almost forgot—I mean, what the hell!? Study sessions!? AAARGH! I'll be in chains again later. FUCK YOU MATH!

Wait—did she say date?

[…DATE…!?]

Issei started stirring inside my arm. This indecisive jerk…Are you going to sleeping or not? Quit interrupting our talk. Look; Akeno's giving us a really weird face right now. See what you've done?

"Go back to sleep."

[All…right…I'm going…hehehehe…]

Yeah, just sleep. And stay that way. Anyway;

"Date?" I asked, and she tugged my hand.

"I know a lot of places with good food." That was her only reply. Hold on—did she just say food? If it's food, then of course I'll agree! Japanese cuisine may be weird, but it sure as hell tastes great!

"Sure, why not?"

*BANG*

Holy hell. It sounded as if something just broke into pieces behind me. Huh? Why are you smiling like that, Akeno? What's so funny? I turned back, and saw the table in a bad state. Buchou was standing up, and her eyes were scary. Very scary.

"B-Buchou?"

"Akeno…don't get too cocky. Remember; he is mine, and I'm not sharing."

"Ara, are…you're so selfish, Rias. Just let me borrow him for a day! You're not going out with him anyway. Let me have fun with Natsu-kun!"

Ugh…The way they discussed it made me feel like a tool to be used. I'm a human, goddamit! Uh, wait... Not human. Devil—yeah. Let me rephrase that. I'm a Devil…with a heart! I'm not an object to be passed around!

I think that…but for some reason, I know they won't hear me out.

"No! No way! Besides—you know who's coming to greet us later! You can't go on a date even with my approval, and I'm not saying I'm approving any of it!"

"Huh…? Someone's coming later? Who is it?" I interrupted suddenly. I haven't heard about that. Actually, this is the first time I've heard of someone coming over to the clubroom. Normally, the only people allowed here are us; I haven't seen anyone not connected to us come and visit.

"Ara, ara…I nearly forgot."

Why the hell are they looking at each other like that? Just tell me who it is! Is he another Devil like us? Will he come for my soul or something!?

"Natsu-kun, please be here after you've settled your matters. A somewhat-important guest is coming here later."

Her voice was hard, and so was her face. Really Akeno. Can't you be more clear? Sigh. Fine. Enough. I'll be at the clinic if anyone's asking.

…

"Hahahahaha…hahaha…hahaha…"

I am so fucking happy right now. I had to take a test to prove that I accomplished my extra lessons, and the sensei actually let me out early because I had finally gotten an eleven percent mark. Hahahaha, compared to my previous scores, this one was big! In terms of percentage, it's two fucking digits! How 'bout that?

I dunno why, but it feels like the remainder of this day would be great! I was happily skipping towards the old school building. Fuck, what is this joyful feeling inside my chest? The evening sky started to look brighter despite the darkness. There's a spring in my every step! Hahaha~haha! I have conquered remedial lessons and lived to tell the tale! I am so fucking ha~ppy.

La~lalala. I skipped over the steps in the blink of an eye, whistling along the way. Lalalala~there's the door to the clubroom. Lalalala—oops, I dropped a coin. Better pick it up.

While I bent over, a huge smirk plastered on my face, I heard voices behind the door. I felt the presence of people I didn't know—and there were a lot. Among them, I could feel some sort of demonic energy thingy that was probably on par with buchou's. Huh. Well that's a shocker.

"…Rias, Rias. You've finally matured…I take it your old enough now?" Who the hell was talking? He sounds as if he's on familiar terms with buchou. I leaned closer and placed an ear against the door.

"Stop it, Raiser! Quit touching me! I don't belong to you—"

"Don't be shy, Rias…Sooner or later, you will be in my hands."

…Huh? What the hell's happening?

[Why are you eavesdropping, you dimwit! Just get in!]

"Oh, right. That's some good advice, Issei."

Taking the hint, I did what I had to. Standard Natsu-style entry. One kick coming up—

*BANG*

And the door was no more. I busted it open and saw the gaping faces of the occupants inside.

"What the—" They tried to say, and I raised my hands in mock surrender. I get it... What an entrance, huh? The guys inside were giving me incredulous looks. I immediately recognized my teammates standing on one corner. Asia and Akeno were looking relieved, but Koneko and Kiba were glaring at me. I bent over and replaced the door; the hinges can go fuck themselves.

"Geez, don't worry. It's not broken." Afterwards, I scanned the room; and true enough, I saw a troop of unfamiliar faces standing opposite to my friends. Whoa, what the hell!? They're—

"An army of beautiful bishoujos! WHOAH! I'm so happy!"

That. Yes Issei, thank you for pointing that out. Hmmm—No. Too many faces to describe. I reckon I won't be remembering them anyway, so I'll leave out the details until later. Instead, I focused on the couch. Buchou was sitting beside a guy I don't reckon I've met. He was giving me a look which I read as—"Who the hell is this clown?", before he resumed whatever it is he was doing prior to my entrance. Fuck. I can't believe he just shrugged me off like I was nothing! This guy—he needs to be taught a lesson.

"Hey you!" I called, but he deliberately ignored me. Instead, he was trying to run his hands all over buchou; who, judging from her look, was not liking it. This guy's got some balls to do that in front of me!

"Now…where were we?" He finished as if I wasn't even there.

*SMACK*

I didn't hold back too. As my fist met his cheek, the guy was blown off and made a clean hole opposite to me. Yeah, serves you right, you bastard!

"Raiser-sama!"

"Why did you punch him, you infidel!?"

"Nii-sama! Are you okay?"

The unfamiliar girls immediately went over to him, before shooting me murderous glares. My friends went behind me, putting on a defensive stance. They shot me disbelieving looks, but it's too late for regret I tell you. An attack can't be taken back once it connects.

Buchou quickly stood up and made her way next to me, whispering—

"…I owe you one."

My smirk grew.

"Quit touching her, you ass! She says she doesn't like it!"

I pointed out, masking my intention with a different one. Slowly, he made his way out, and the girls parted to let him through. When I got a clear view of his face…oh man, I knew he was pissed.

"Impudent fool! Do you have any idea—"

*PUNCH*

Their mouths fell when I delivered my second punch.

"No I don't! But I do know that your face will be broken after my fist hits it!" What…? Why should I stop? Nobody told me to!

His other cheek took the hit, and his face crashed on the wall. I'm on fire baby! I aimed another one on his stomach, but he recovered and blocked it with both hands. Still didn't stop him from flying back into the hole though, and inevitably, into the next room. However, the wall from next door absorbed the momentum and stopped him from flying any further. A large crack appeared after his body made contact, but the wooden panels remained intact.

Tch, I really wanted him through it.

"...Weak." I snickered, bending over to laugh out loud, while the rest of the occupants stared at me as if I was crazy. I might have been, but I know I'm not. It's just...Hahaha...HAHAHAHA! It's been a while since I felt like this! This is the way I greet strangers, bozo! Raise your fists, and I'll guarantee introductions won't be needed.

"You…You are dead!"

Yes. That's it! Come and fight me, you pussy! I stepped back to get some space, but he immediately closed in. His right fist was coming…but too slow! I cocked my head to the left and aimed a fast one on his side. Take that!

"Hahaha, in your face!"

After careening over and tumbling once, he quickly stood up, and I beckoned him to come. That's the spirit! Man up and fight me!

"GRAAAAGH!" A quick jab grazed my cheek, as the rest of the attack passed through. Aw, Come on! Is that the best you can do!?

"You hit like Lucy!" I yelled…though I knew that Lucy's hits weren't something to be trifled with. He aimed a kick to my head, and I pulled back. Is this guy stupid? He just gave me a large ass opening! It felt like slow motion; I could literally see his leg raised high, and his entire stomach was exposed. I bent over and…ONE, TWO, THREE! Stomach, chest, face—a three-hit combo stopped him in his tracks. Ha! Crazy! Now, time to say good night!

I reared back and pulled my arm for the ultimate uppercut. But—

"HIYAA!"

*SWIPE*

Someone from the side swung a wooden stick towards me, and I had to duck. The guy fell on the floor, and his allies swiftly went to his side. Hold it! Damn it! Don't interfere, dammit! I immediately straightened up, trying to finish what I started, but a little girl stood in my way. She was as short as Koneko, and she was brandishing that wooden stick in what I took as a threatening manner. Who—ah, I see…you're the one behind it, eh!?

"Hey, get away little girl! I don't wanna—"

*HIT*

…OUCH! What the—whoa! I turned around and saw white panties—I mean, the one who most likely landed a hit on me. Wait—dodge! No time to think; A fist was coming! I twisted my body to the side and her punch missed me by an inch. I turned once, before releasing a clean kick on her back. Take that back-attack, you backstabber!

"What the hell? Oh, you guys wanna go!? Bring it on!" I yelled, egging them on. You want a fight!? You want a piece of me!? Come and get it!

"Make him pay! He clobbered my Nii-sama!" I heard someone shout, and two girls came at me at the same time. Heh, only two? You sure you want to play with me? I blinked once, and one vanished.

Fuck! Where'd she go!?

"Disappear!"

Instinct told me to bend forward, as something sliced the air above. What the hell; that was a sword, dammit! Better get away! After rolling to the front, I pushed using my left hand and flipped forwards. Just in time to escape the devious horizontal swing which sailed below me.

*WHOOSH*

Crap, wooden-stick-san is at it again. What is it with little girls and sticks? Is it a fashion sense nowadays!? When I landed with both feet, I saw her twirling her weapon, waiting for a chance to strike. The other girl's form blurred, but I knew what was coming. I sidestepped when the slash came from my back, and the moment I did, the short girl raised her staff and tried to bash me with it.

"DIE!"

But... Slow! You're slow, dammit!

"Droy's fat-ass can move faster than you!"

I grabbed it with my left arm, and used minimal force to push her away with the sole of my shoes. I am a gentleman afterall.

"Kiyaaa!" She stumbled and fell on her ass. Still, you're lucky I held back, shorty! Swordswoman-san dashed back, and stick-san retreated after standing up. The girls assembled in a corner; all of them, together with their boss.

"Who's next, you bastards!? There's a lot more where that came from!"

"Don't, Natsu—"

Movement came from behind, and I felt my hands being held back. Kiba and Koneko had grabbed both of my arms.

"Tch, Don't hold me back, you guys! Lemme go! Lemme at 'em! They started it! Fuck! Don't stop me, dammit!" I struggled, but their grips were tight. I can't get away unless I stop holding back.

Just then, a very familiar magic circle appeared in the middle of the room, and judging from its shape and color—

*FLASH*

"STOP."

We did stop. All of us did. It was the silver-haired maid of the Gremory. The room went silent, and everybody stopped moving. I was so startled, I actually forgot what I was doing.

"Gwaffles." I muttered when I found my voice. She ignored me, however. Aw man~Geez, why are you interrupting me again? Do you have something against me lady!? It was starting to get heated up too!

*GLARE*

Gulp. Why is she glaring at me? What did I do?

"It's Grayfia. Raiser-sama, Natsu-sama, and everyone else—This is not a request, but an order. Stop this petty fight."

"You know this fool?!" The bastard guy spat while he pointed a finger towards me, and...Hey—you called me a fool, didn't you!? I turned towards him, but…Huh? Is it just me, or does he look perfectly fine? Sure, his shirt was in tatters, but his face looked okay. Wait—no, that isn't the issue here!

"He is Natsu Dragneel, my beloved pawn!"

Buchou declared proudly from the side. Aa~h, buchou…it suddenly feels great when you proclaim stuff like that with pride…but really—beloved pawn? Why do you have to introduce me that way? Still, that Raiser-guy's mouth dropped as soon as he heard, and his servants looked at each other questioningly.

"I...I didn't hear about you getting a new piece. Pawn? He's a devil then…but that cross; how is it possible…?" He fixed his smug face on me. What? What are you looking at!? My face dirty or something? No, I don't think that's the problem. What then? Do I look weird?

Out of the blue, he started snickering.

"…A secret weapon? Ha! Don't make me laugh—this guy's got pink hair—"

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Oh no. He did not just point that out.

"BOOSTED GEAR!"

I snapped. I broke free from the hold on me, and rushed towards the bastard as my gauntlet appeared. In the blink of an eye, I was already in front of him. The girl's attempts to block me didn't stop my subtle maneuver, and in a heartbeat, my fist was already en route to his arrogant face.

*BANG!*

Cold, metallic steel met his fleshy cheek. The suddenness of my assault took everyone by surprise, and once again, everyone was too shocked to do something. They were too lost for words to act, and I on the other hand, just kept clobbering him. While my armor plated arm did the damage, my left hand was gripping his collar; stopping any of his attempts to dodge. No one stopped me. No one can stop me.

"Don't."

*BANG!*

"Make."

*BANG!*

"Fun."

*BANG!*

"Of."

*BANG!*

"My."

*BANG!*

"Hair!"

*BANG!*

Relentless. Each punch was made to emphasize every word; after all, I was making a very important point. Nobody makes fun of my hair, goddamit! NOBODY! Without tire and fatigue obstructing me, I punched and punched his helpless form. By the time I finished, his nose was bleeding. His eyes were swollen, and his lips were bruised.

The room was silent. For a moment, nobody moved since Gwaffles appeared. Issei soon spoke up in my head, snapping me away from my outburst.

"You got pissed because of that!?"

Yeah I did! Just shut up Issei! Nobody messes with me! And nobody gets away once they make fun of my damn hair!

[BOOST!]

My third boost came, and I was ready to end everything. I slowly pulled my arm back, but to my shock…the guy was as smug as ever.

"Enough!"

*PUSH*

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I felt the solid wall slam against my back.

…What the hell!? How the—was I just pushed away!? Who—no, it was him! I stood up as soon as I could, and he did the same. I saw him wiping the blood from his mouth, as he fixed his hate-filled eyes at me. Ha! Finally getting serious, ei? I too wiped away the trickling sweat on my face, undid my scarf and tossed it to Kiba, who was nearest to me.

"Hold it for me. I don't want it dirty."

*CRACK*

…Now, time for round two!

An angry look covered his once smug face. He reared back his arms; I prepared my stance…but the next thing completely caught me by surprise.

*FWOOOOSH*

…Flames. I stared in shock and fascination;, as fire burned and covered him. Those flames…It's been a while since I've seen fire so bright…fire so hot…fire so powerful. Yellow flames were licking the air, lashing out towards everywhere. Stray tongues reached out to reduce things into mere ashes. A burnt mark emerged on the wooden floor, several papers turned into dust, and the intoxicating scent of paint being melted filled the atmosphere.

Hot. It was really hot, and I felt it. I remembered that day—the one where I got pissed and summoned my own flames as a threat. They were there too...It was the same…only this time, he was the one with the flames, and I had none under my control…He has power over them, and I had none.

Fuck. FUCK. FUCK! Now I suddenly miss my magic. This fucking guy just made me remember a nasty fact, and he's so gonna regret it!

Still…

"Your flames…they look so damn tasty!"

I declared brazenly, and if it was even possible, their mouths dropped further to the floor. I immediately heard buchou's rude comment.

"Idiot. You are an idiot."

Hey, what's wrong with a guy liking flames? That used to be my snack dammit! I looked back, but the guy was staring intently at my left arm. It seemed as if he too was fascinated at the armor plating on it.

"That's…the Red Dragon Emperor's Gauntlet—The Boosted Gear!? Impossible! This is the host!?"

"Rude. There's another guy here too. Speak up, Issei." I pointed out honestly, drawing all of their attention towards me. People shouldn't be rude in the presence of perverted people after all. Hey, come on Issei, speak up. Hey—Speak up dammit!

"…S-Shit! He's oozing flames out of his body! I-I'm s-scared Natsu!"

He whimpered, albeit mentally. Wait...What's with all this mental communication!? Didn't you just say that you wanted to speak lots and lots more!? Come on! They'll think I'm making things up or something.

"You're scared of him!? My flames are hotter than this bastard's! Also—don't use 'oozing' to describe it; it's sickening." I retorted, annoyed. I knew all of them were staring at me oddly, but I ignored them. After that, I heard the bastard again.

"A crazy Sekiryuutei. Great. Just great." When I looked, he was shaking his head.

No. No. No. Are you trying to piss me off again...?

"What did you call me…? No—I'm not crazy, you asshole! Anyway, why the hell are you picking a fight in our turf!? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Fool! You're the one that started it!"

"…yeah, so what!? You hit back, and your girls joined in too!"

Let's stop this bullshit, and fight goddamit! Slowly, I walked; prepared for any sudden moves. Just when I thought we'd finally be able to clash—

"I SAID STOP."

*PULL*

"OW! WHY'D YOU DO THAT—OUCH!? LET ME GO!" The nerve of this maid! My right ear…That damn silver-haired maid had to pull it! DAMN IT! LET GO! Let go of my ear damn it! OUCH! Don't pull harder! OUCH—STOP!

"I told you to stop a few minutes ago. My, your master sure has her hands full."

"Quit pulling my ear, dammit! It fucking hurts! You wanna fight—"

*PULL*

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"OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUCH! NOT MY EARRING, DAMMIT! DON'T PULL MY FUCKING EARRING!"

"Just stop it, Natsu."

I knew it...I just knew this would happen sooner or later...Huuuuu…Buchou...IT HURTS! FUCK IT, IT FUCKING HURTS!

"FINE! FINE! I GIVE UP! JUST LET ME GO!"

When they let go, the damage had been incurred. Those fucking sadistic devils…what the hell is it with you and ears!? Do you honestly want mine to look pointed because of your endless pulling!? Damn it! Fucking sadists…Targeting people's ears. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

I silently went over towards my friends, clutching both damaged ears. I turned around, noticing the disappearance of the blaze and the stares that I was getting. Stare all you want, you bastards! You won't get nothing out of it!

Asia immediately went over to my side.

"I'll take care of it, Natsu-san."

*HEAL*

Aah, Asia…you're the only support I have. Yes, please heal my hurt ears.

"You're so kind Asia... Kiba, Koneko—you traitors! I thought we were teammates? Why didn't you back me up—Wait…no, I could've beaten those guys without you! Yeah!" After I made my point, my ears had been cured.

"Aah, thank you Asia..."

My black-haired senior then handed me a teacup on a saucer.

"Tea?" She offered with a smile. But…Tea? You're joking, right? In this situation? Fine. I guess I'll have some.

"It's delicious, Akeno."

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…Hold on! What is up with this atmosphere! What is this family like thing going on here!? Fuck! Where's that Raiser guy!?

"I am sorry for his behavior." I found the guy and saw the maid bowing in front of him. Oi, why are you apologizing, Gwaffles!? I didn't do anything—no, he should be apologizing to me! It was his fault for being an asshole!

"…I'll let it slide this time. It was a mistake to get worked up over something so petty."

You smug bastard. I really, really, really want to punch you on the face. Wait a second…face. I looked closer, and noticed that his face looked fine. What the hell!? I just gave him a lifetime's beating! I saw his eyes swelling! I know I broke his nose! Where'd all the hurt I gave him go!? What the hell!?

I was mulling things over, but everyone left me behind with their discussion.

"Rias-sama. Everyone in the household, especially the master and Sirzechs-sama, as well the people from the house of Phenex knew it would turn out like this. Everyone knew this problem would never be solved, so we prepared a last resort."

"Last resort? What do you mean Grayfia?"

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The meeting was so damn serious…but I had other things in mind! That stuff can wait! We have more pressing matters to discuss, dammit!

"…Oi, hold on! Can't you see his face! It's fine! It's perfectly fine!" I pointed out, stopping the talk. Raiser was raising his eyebrows, buchou's hand was once again covering her face, and the rest of them were simply dumbstruck.

"We know that! Raiser-sama's face is as handsome as handsome is." Someone from his group answered, but dammit! That's not what I'm referring to, dammit!

"I wasn't talking about that! I beat him up—mmfhhaff! Mmhfhfh!" And someone just had to cover my damn mouth. Oi! Who the hell's covering my mou—Akeno? Why are you covering my mouth!? Oi!

"Please continue." She casually requested with a creepy smile, and everyone shrugged their shoulders. Hey, I can't talk properly, dammit! Hey!

"Natsu-kun…please be quiet. If you behave, I'll postpone the study sessions until next week."

"…Really?" I pried her hands away from me and asked. She was giving me an honest look, and I knew she was serious.

But still...I can't let this slide now, can I? He started it! I have to kick his ass! But...she'll postpone my tutorials. I won't have to study...This was…a cheap trade if I had to say. I mean—in exchange for my obedience, no studying for a week? AAARGH! I can't decide!

No...Hell yeah! NO REMEDIAL LESSONS FOR THE WIN!

"It's a promise. Do we have a deal?"

I didn't even think about it. I nodded with a grin, before scowling once more and fixing my attention to the discussion.

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"Rias-sama, if you want your opinion to be heard, then how about deciding it with a Rating game?"

"...!?"

…The what now? Rating game? The hell is that!? I looked around, and everyone's as speechless as me. Well no duh, maybe nobody knows what this strict lady's saying. She's probably blabbering nonsense. What the heck is a rating game anyway!?

"Rating game? I think I heard about that…" I heard Issei talk, but I knew by now that he can't be trusted most of the time. You might've heard it Issei, but I know that it's definitely related to porn.

"Rude! Don't judge a man by what he's into!"

Yeah, yeah…just shut up and go to sleep.

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"—So basically, my family decided to make us participate in the game unless I declined? The nerve…why do all of you have to keep on meddling with my life!"

Gulp. She…She's angry. For some reason, she's really angry. Uh, scary…I've never seen her so angry before. I could feel killing intent in the air, and it was directed at the calm Gwaffles. Man, angry redheads are really scary. Really scary.

"So, will you say no then?"

She thought it over. On the other hand, the bastard guy's mouth was bent in a lopsided smirk. An annoying, lopsided smirk. An annoying, lopsided smirk that I wanted to punch so badly, my fists were shaking in anticipation.

"No. I will participate. All right Raiser, let's decide this by the game." Before anything could happen, buchou made her conclusion. An agreement, huh. But really, what game is she talking about? And Raiser—You bastard! Quit smirking dammit!

"You're actually accepting it? I don't mind, but just so you know—I already have experience when it comes to Rating games, and I have won almost all of the games I've been in. Knowing this, do you still want to play?"

"I will. I will make you disappear, Raiser!"

"Fine. If you win, do whatever you like. But if I win, you will marry me immediately."

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And it suddenly became a glaring contest between both of them. I could almost see sparks going back and forth between their eyes. Geez, I'm so lost right now. I don't know what's what anymore. Fuck this. Just fuck this. I'm not going to ask anymore.

"Understood. I, Grayfia, have confirmed the opinion of both sides. I will also be in charge of the game between you two. Is that okay?"

"Yes."

"Yeah."

"Okay. I will inform the two households then."

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Boring. This meeting is boring. Why do meetings always have to be so fucking boring? Huh? Gwaffles is bowing down and summoning a magic circle. Is she leaving? Is the meeting done?!

*FLASH*

I confirmed it after seeing her vanish with a flash. YES! Finally! As soon as I checked her disappearance, I immediately called for the arrogant bastard.

"Yo' Fried Chicken-san."

"..."

"He~y... Fried Chicken~"

For a while, he acted as if he didn't hear me. However, I kept on calling him until he turned his head in my direction.

"WHAT THE HELL IS IT!?"

"What are your flames made of? Can I have a bite? Come on, you fried chicken bastard—"

I kept the delight I felt hidden inside. His once smirking face was gone; replaced by pure hatred, which I knew had to do with my earlier provocation. But honestly, I did want to taste his flames though. As annoying as he seemed like, the fire he created looked really yummy! I wonder if I'll be able to digest it though, with my magic sealed and all.

"Fried chicken!? You low-class devil! How dare you insult me!? That is not the way you refer to a man of my class! Rias, did you just hear this bastard!? He needs to be punished for acting like that!"

But buchou simply rolled her eyes.

"Like I care."

I cracked my knuckles with a wide smirk. If buchou isn't against me, then that means she's with me! Under this condition, I can do whatever I want!

"Hey fried-chicken-san! Talk that way again, and I swear I'll rip you a new one! Besides, I already insulted you once; what's wrong with insulting you again?"

I waited for him to lash out; however, he stopped regarding me, and instead turned to my master.

"…Ten days. Let's have the match in ten days."

Rias-buchou was skeptical. I once again stared at them, going back and forth, like the sparks which passed to and from their eyes.

"...Why are you giving me a handicap?"

"A rating game isn't something that you can win with only your feelings. Knowing that this is your first participation in one, it would be an insult in my part if you aren't fully prepared. I want to win, Rias; but I it would be better if you could at least put up a decent fight with your servants. Consider this a wedding gift from me." He stated dryly.

Shit. This fucking guy is ignoring me again. This fucking guy really has some nerve. Until now, I have never met a guy I really, really, really, really wanted to beat up so badly…just because I was pissed. However, buchou was apparently thinking about his words, considering she was silent. The rest of the occupants were staring at the two. Meanwhile, Raiser had moved over to his servants. He thrust his palm onto the floor, and it began glowing.

"Ten days. If it's you, then you'll surely be able to do something about it."

He straightened up, before fixing his hard eyes on me.

"Sekiryuutei. I know you are strong. I know you're hiding something too…but don't think you'll win against me and my servants. Besides; apart from the Queen and your master, and for argument's sake—you; the rest of your team is fodder. It's fifteen against what—six? Ha, don't make me laugh—"

*WHOOSH*

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It took an inch of dead air for me to land another one on his smug face. His eyes had widened in surprise; after all, he suddenly found my fist in front of him. His servants didn't have time to react. I didn't even know how I had gotten past them too, but the only thing that mattered was that no matter how small it was...he insulted my teammates.

"…make fun of me, and you get a bruise. Make fun of my friends, and I think you won't get away with just a broken bone. This is your first and last warning, you fucking fried chicken."

I turned back and walked away after conceding my threat. I saw my friends giving me weak smiles, and I knew that the action was worth it. The next time he does something similar, I swear I'll never, ever hold back again. Nobody makes fun of my friends. Nobody.

Except me, of course.

"You arrogant son of a bitch! Just you wait—in ten days, I will crush you! In ten days, I will make sure that you know your place!"

After saying that, Raiser disappeared together with his servants. The only ones left were us—the members of the Occult Research club. I silently sat down on the nearest still-intact chair I could find, and breathed out a long sigh. Tension was in the air, and I knew that the only thing which could break the silence was a conversation.

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"…Soooo~ooo, you're getting married to him?" I started. It took a few minutes, but buchou answered back.

"…We're engaged."

Huh? Engaged? In what? Oh yeah…I don't even wanna ask anymore.

"Marriage, huh…You two must be close." I voiced out meaninglessly, but she immediately denied everything.

"We're not! I don't even like the guy!"

…huh. Huh? Wait, really? Well that's a shocker. Really, I'm shocked.

"But I thought both of you need to agree on that sort of thing. I know of two people—Bisca and Alzack. They're married, and I heard it was because they liked each other…or something."

"My family decided it." It was one surprise after the other! What the heck?

"Do families normally decide that thing?" I asked the others, who each gave a reply except for Asia.

"No, but this case is special."

"...Rias-sama is the daughter of an important family in the underworld after all."

"Buchou needs to marry someone of equal standing because of tradition."

"..."

…ho~h. I see. I see. No actually, I don't see it. I don't get it either.

"I really don't get this world's way of thinking. So, what's wrong?"

"I told you! I don't like him one bit! I want to get married to someone I love!" Just now, I thought I saw stars and hearts reflected on buchou's eyes when she stated the last line, but I must've been dreaming. Hmm…now that's something I do understand. She doesn't like him eh? Well, there's nothing likeable about that bastard anyway. I do wonder why those girls followed him like a king or whatever, though…but then again, I don't wanna know anymore.

[That guy is the enemy of all men! He's a harem king, Natsu! A harem king! Do you fucking know what that even means!?]

"Hmmm, yeah. He is a jerk. So, how about saying no?"

Buchou frowned at my words.

"My family won't listen."

"Breaking it off?" I suggested. If it's some sort of agreement, then surely you can break it off…right?

"I already tried that…with you." She replied.

"Huh?" I had to scratch my head, considering that I once again didn't know what she was talking about. Really, can't she be more clear? Why is she saying vague lines time and time again!?

Buchou crossed her arms and started pacing. The other members seemed to have stirred up from their daze; Kiba, Koneko and Asia were cleaning out the broken furniture. Akeno was once again making tea and distributing it. And I—I was staring at the huge hole I had made on the wall. It was a nice reminder, that hole. A reminder of what happens to people who make fun of my hair and stuff.

"The point is—this rating game will decide it. If I win, the marriage will be canceled…but if I lose, I will be forced to marry him."

"That's not so good, is it? So, Rating Game?" I inquired, and I immediately regretted it. Buchou started talking about all sorts of things; the way an enthusiastic fan-girl usually does. She went on about the peerage or something…again. A King being important and whatnot, the pieces' capabilities and uses…and a whole bunch of stuff I had trouble taking in. Finally, she said—

"Basically, it's a match. A competition of sorts between two teams…and fighting will be involved. Huh, Natsu?"

…The words match and fighting were enough for me to understand. I was already entering battle mode even though she was waving her arms in front of me; checking to see if I was alright.

"IT'S A MATCH!? We're gonna fight against them!? Whoa! What are we waiting for—LET'S GO! Let's beat up those bastards!"

Truly, this day was the best.

'Sup?

Been a while, ei? This fic is officially back, and the plot thickens…or something like that. This note will be a bit short, and no—I won't give another rant about Natsu and his powers and…whatever. I'll just take a moment to say that there's a reason I do the things I do, write the things I write, etc., and it's related to the damn plot. So that's that. I'm out of lines. If you've got questions and complaints, you know what to do.

Anyway, I had this chapter shortened, since I didn't want to be too hasty with the developments. This chapter merely serves as a "preparatory" event, cuz another surprising twist will appear in the next one.

…peace…