Chapter 46: Kiyome-senpai has a little brother!? From Tennis Matches to New Meetings! The Gremory Pawn and the Agares Queen finally encounter each other! Pt. 2
Bursting through doors in the Old school building until finally reaching the Clubroom where Rias, Akeno, Raynare, Xenovia and Koneko stayed, Kiba and Asia urgently yelled.
"Buchou!"
"Yuuto and Asia? Is something the matter?" Rias takes off her glasses and sets down her book, remembering the job she had given Kiba before.
"I don't seem to see Michael with you two. Where is he?"
"I'm sorry, Buchou but he's…" Kiba clenched his teeth and eyes in self-regret.
"He's what?" Rias takes a look at Asia's teary face and sighed, "Let me guess…he met the messenger didn't he?"
"'Met' is sort of a weak word to describe how the situation became this terrible."
"Oh dear Lucifer… he provoked him didn't he?" Rias sighed as she stood up, "Well we might as well end this fight quickly."
"Should we tell the Kaichou about his arrival?" Akeno asked.
"I already sent Gasper to take care of that. If the rumors were to reach Sona first then things would have taken a turn for the worst." Rias knew how much her friend loved this school and would hate to see her get so angry to the point that she'll take matters into her own hands.
"So the messenger were discussed is on campus fighting Michael should we not be distressed?" Xenovia asked.
"She's a queen right so we should probably stop them before Michael-sama gets hurt!" Raynare voiced her opinion.
"No, if we do that then we'll just give ourselves the attention of any students nearby. What we need is someone to handle breaking the two up and bringing them here. Alone." Rias crossed her arms.
"U-Um…" Asia raised her hand.
"Yes, Asia-chan?" Akeno answered.
"Well before running off Michael-san told me to ask Kiba to get the 'Strongest Person' he knew to come for him." Asia turns to Kiba, "Do you know anyone like that?"
Kiba rubbed his chin before remembering, "Yes I do and she's-."
"No need to finish, Yuuto, I was planning on going myself from the beginning." Rias flipped her hair back with a confident smile.
Walking beside Rias with her usual Onee-sama smile, Akeno says,
"Ara, ara, don't you think you are getting ahead of yourself, Buchou? For all we know he could have meant me."
"Excuse me?" Rias casts a sharp glare her queen's way.
"Ufufufu, now what's with that scary look I'm just being honest."
"I get that, but for a second there I thought I heard you said, you were stronger than me."
"Who knows maybe I am or maybe I'm not. But that wasn't the gist of what Michael-kun asked for. He didn't ask for the strongest in general, but the strongest in his eyes." Akeno covers her mouth with a hand and giggles, "And I can only assume that he would be talking about me."
"You? You misunderstand as his King, he must surely think that I'm the strongest, even more than you."
"Depending on just your position to make a point is rather sad don't you think Rias? I believe, Michael-kun would rather want someone who's independent and doesn't cling to such means." Akeno gestured to herself.
"And what makes you so certain that you're not doing the same, Akeno or may I remind you of how you use your seniority as an excuse for all those times before." Rias remembers back to just a couple mornings ago where Akeno snuck into Michael's bed and made of slip of the tongue of saying 'My Michael'. She of course used her senior status over the reason of her skinship with her pawn, but Rias saw more than that.
Narrowing her eyes at Rias for a split second before smiling once more Akeno giggles, "I'm afraid those two don't match with the problem."
"No, I'm fairly certain they do."
"Well I'm certain that lording around your status as King doesn't make you the strongest, Rias."
"Oh yeah, well I'm also quite certain that being someone's senpai doesn't make you the strongest person in their eyes, Akeno."
Rias engulfs herself in a red demonic aura as Akeno engulfs herself with a pale yellow demonic aura. Both sides clashing between the King and her Queen left everyone frightened as they watched.
"Excuse me, Kiba-kun if I may, who really was it that Michael-sama called for?" Raynare was begging that it would be her, but still wanted to know.
"I'm glad you asked because she's sitting right behind you." Kiba points to the couch, right beside it was a finished glass cup which held a finished parfait. Standing up from the couch was Koneko who walks towards Kiba and looks up.
"So w-wait you mean Michael implied Koneko?" Xenovia wasn't surprised since the girl was always beating him up; but had expected a different turnout.
"Eh?" Both Rias and Akeno looked dumbfounded as they stop their argument to look at the Rook who Michael asked for.
"It's not as ridiculous as you think considering how they interact." Kiba forced a smile and placed his hands up defensively, he turns to Koneko, "So Koneko-chan we have an issue dealing with Michael-kun and the messenger and you can probably guess who that is. So let's finish this peacefully okay?"
Koneko nods, "…I will bury him."
"Michael-kun or the messenger?"
"…Yes."
"Please don't hurt him too much." Raynare frowned and watched Koneko walk past her, ignoring the plea.
"…"
The answer was ignored as Koneko walked out the Old School building to handle those idiots. While Rias and Akeno simply sigh at their past actions disappointed not because they weren't the ones Michael thought was the strongest but that they had a petty argument for nothing.
Tiredly putting a hand to her forehead in an attempt to forget the embarrassing thing she did, Rias sighed, "Let's just hope that Koneko makes it in time before things get to out of hand."
In the courtyard. Things were getting out of hand. As the crowd watching was screaming chants for the delinquent and Michael to beat each other up.
"Come on is that really the best you got!" Attacking from the air Shirou intended to smash fist into Michael's head into the ground.
"Whoa!"
*SMASH!*
Shirou's punch created another crater the size of a human. Michael had managed to dodge once more but was amazed at the teen's incredible strength. Not only that but Shirou's attacks and reflexes were getting the better of Michael during the fight. Each time an attack was made a follow up was sure to happen with each body part Shirou naturally used.
'Whoa this guy has got some moves and is really just a delinquent!?' Michael smirked and runs at Shirou, 'But either way he's not the only one!'
Raising his guard Shirou prepares himself for Michael's counterattack, 'Predictab-!'
*BAM!* *BAM!* *WHAM!*
Shirou felt a little unprepared when he felt 3 speedy attacks hit his crossed arms. Michael started with a right hook punch followed by a straight punch and ended it with a side kick with more than enough pressure to push Shirou back. Catching himself on time Shirou clicked his tongue and analyzed at Michael, who returned to his fighting stance.
'That was fast. Just what is this guy he doesn't seem to be a normal student here. And that hairstyle of his it almost looks like…' Shirou thought then looked closely at Michael's face, or rather the style of his hair, but stops thinking when he sees him wear a dirty grin. Shirou growled and a few tick marks etched themselves onto his head, forgetting his train of thought.
"Hehehehe…" Michael made a dirty laugh, impressed at the results of his training with Kiba. To fight a fast opponent you had to try and keep up and that helped Michael focus on training his speed.
[Michael?]
"What's so funny?" Shirou inched closer and closer to make his move.
"Hehehehe…Nothing at all just happy with the results." Michael made another dirty laugh and shadowboxed with himself, "And soon you'll be taken down because of them."
"Underestimating me will be your biggest mistake, asshole!" Shirou charges in and swings back his arm and brings it right back for a frontal attack.
"Hm!" Waiting patiently Michael takes a couple steps forward and catches Shirou's incoming attack under his arm.
"What!?" Shirou gasped, "Did you just-?"
"Kch!" Michael has the air knocked out of him for a couple of seconds as the swing landed a direct hit to his ribs. Wincing in pain, Michael takes a quick glance at Shirou's arm to see something surprising before he slides his foot around and shifts the arm over to his shoulder as he leans forward forcing Shirou over his shoulder.
"Fall!" Michael uses the weight of his body to throw Shirou over him.
*SLAM!*
"Duah!" Shirou grunts as he gets flipped and slammed into the ground.
Breathing heavily Michael coughs for a while and falls to a knee holding the side of his stomach.
The crowd roared louder as they saw another connected hit. Adding on to their cheers and jeers for whoever was getting the upper hand in the fight.
'This bastard how he's not really just delinquent at all.' Michael in that moment caught a glimpse of a white aura surrounding Shirou's arm, 'That just now was Touki. I didn't get a chance to use mine because of his quick attack.'
Standing right behind him was a tall shadow, "I gotta admit you're attacks were fast, but that doesn't mean they're all that powerful."
"…!"
*WHAM!*
"Gurgh!"
The moment Michael whipped his head back; he felt the brunt force of Shirou's fist against his cheek. The blow was still powerful and enhanced by Touki like before but this time Michael made sure to shield himself with his own Touki immediately.
Holding his bruised cheek while getting up Michael spits out some blood and tries to catch his breathe. The guy was powerful he can say that but his simple punches was getting the better of him. The touki too it felt just like his but more controlled and condensed.
'If he's someone who could use touki then I can't hold back!'
Michael charges at Shirou.
'Touki? I see then this guy must be… a devil too so he must belongs to Rias-sama, no wonder it took longer to flatten him. But it still doesn't excuse what he said so I hope Rias-sama understands if I turn her servant into a pretzel.'
Shirou tenses his hands then gives an excited grin.
'Meaning I should only hold back on using my sacred gear and magic with this crowd of idiots around. I'm sure they won't see me using some of this.'
Shirou's body spikes up in touki as the volume and ferocity but that still didn't stop Michael who still charged in with the determination to win. He could also see the white aura surrounding his body too but with his volume of it being on par with his but vastly lacking control over it.
'Here I come!' Michael clenches his fist.
'What a good way to release some steam!' Shirou charges in lower and digs his hand into the ground collecting some of the dirt.
"Take this Hanamura Pun-!"
"Eat the dirt!" Shirou shoves the dirt into Michael's face.
"Pffft! Gah! It's in my eyes! That's dirty you turkey!"
(With Kiba)
"Huh?"
"What's wrong Kiba-san?"
"I don't know why but I felt poetic justice was served."
"Eh?"
(With Michael)
"And that's not all!"
*BAM!*
"Gah!"
Shirou slams the side of his fist across Michael's forehead snapping his head back. Following up with grabbing Michael by the collar of his shirt and forcing him in front of him.
"With an order of one fisting, you get another one!"
*BAAM!*
*THUD!*
"Ergh!" Michael back as dirt picks up in the air and covers him.
"Absolutely free!" Shirou smirked after he clipped a good one on Michael's face. After a punch like that the guy should be sprawling on the ground crying. It was a serious enough punch to break through that large amount of Touki that was going over the place.
"For free, huh?"
"…?"
Shirou's eyes widen as he looks at Michael getting up and wiping the blood his nose leaking out.
"If you're selling it then it's probably not worth buying." Michael sniffed, the blow hurt and even if he protected himself with touki it still was able to put a dent on him.
Frozen for only a second, Shirou grins at Michael and laughs excitedly, "This punk…!"
At first his mood was crummy but now after experiencing someone take a hit from him and still have the strength to stand. His mood started to brighten up and give him a familiar throbbing that only a good fight could give. Now he was ecstatic to actually prolong the fight
Dusting himself off then raising his fists, Michael chuckles to himself, "Yosh! Let's go!"
"Say punk what was your name again?" Shirou didn't catch it the first time with all the boastful crap Michael was spewing.
"My name is Michael Hanamura." Michael tries to hold his stance but found his footing was out of place. That last punch shook his from his core but that didn't kill off his need to keep going.
"Hanamura, huh?" Shirou raised his fist, "Well then Michael Hanamura, my name is Shirou Fujimura, the very same guy who will bury you right here!"
"Shirou? Hehehe! Well tough break for you pal, but I won't go down so easily. Because if it's a competition or a simple fight, I'm going to win it no matter what!" Michael laughed and wore his signature grin.
"You have the talk but do you have the BITE!"
"Heh! Who needs a bite when I can just use my, FISTS!"
*SMACK!* *SMACK!*
Charging at each other the two locked hands and tried to push the other back. Each time one was pushed back they managed to do the same to the other. They knew if they gave up even a little ground the other would get the advantage.
"Well spoken, I couldn't agree more!"
Shirou knees Michael's gut sending him recoiling back then proceeded to grab him by the hair and fling him back in the ground. Coughing a little blood while tumbling on the ground Michael steadied his feet after he stopped skidding. Using enough touki in his legs he propelled himself at Shirou and covered a massive amount into his head.
Thus using he used his head to club into Shirou's stomach with enough impact that it causes the male to get the wind knocked out of him. Just the wind nothing else. The touki that Shirou placed on himself was of another level than Michael's as he shielded himself from the blow but not the aftershock of it.
"Grr!" Shirou grits his teeth and locks his hands over his head and brings it down onto Michael's back.
"Gruagh!" Michael slams into the hard ground beneath him. He gasps as he saw Shirou's foot raised to bust his skull open.
"Tch!"
*DOON!*
A crater was created from the sheer power of Shirou's foot.
The crowd was speechless at the sudden power these two were exerting as they threw their blows.
Landing on both feet, Michael frowned, "Oi! That last attack would have killed me you know?"
Smirking in response Shirou replied, "You're one to talk if I hadn't shield myself from that last attack it would have damaged me fatally. But I already guess you know that huh?"
"Hehe…I have no clue what you're talking about..." Michael gave a fake laugh while rubbing his nose.
"You, freaking asshole you did know didn't you?" Shirou was actually enjoying himself and he wasn't getting the bit most tired at all. But what made the fight so fun was that the guy was actually still going despite the harsh blows he was sending Michael's way. He must be more resilient than a cockroach.
Shaking his head from the growing dizziness going through his head Michael decided to grit his teeth and push through it. The guy was stronger than he thought and with each of his blows hitting him it would be a matter of time before Michael gets completely overwhelmed by the hits. But something inside of him told him to keep going in and fight head on, otherwise it wouldn't feel right for him when he actually WINS.
"Alright, let's quit the jibber-jabber because now we can move on with the fight!"
"Move on what do you-dogah!"
*BAM!*
"FISTICUFFS!"
Michael sends a fist flying into Shirou's face knocking him back a few feet.
Rubbing his stinging cheek Shirou hissed, "Agh! Bitch!"
*BAM!*
Shirou fires a powerful punch to Michael's face by the way Michael's body leans back before it starts leaning back up with a fist ready to slug Shirou right in the eye.
"Fisticuffs!"
*BAM!*
Shirou's head snaps back but a grin creeps up on his face as he laughs, "How retarded you actually want a close up brawl!? Fine then don't blame me when if you die!"
*BAM!*
"Fisticuffs!"
*BAM!*
"Stop repeating the same thing over and over again!"
*BAM!*
"FISTI-!"
*BAM!*
"Agh, my nose! You, freaking turkey! I wasn't done yet!"
*BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!*
Each brawler was sending a devastating to the other. Not holding back even a little as they duked it out with bother their defenses low and their attacks heightened. Now it was just a battle of endurance and power. The one who gives in to the pain loses. The one who dishes out the most fatal blow wins. This was the mindset both of these two had.
While this was all happening a certain hooded group appeared from the crowd, it was the VVV and with their dangerous weapons in hand they meant business in taking out their long hated nemesis and newly discovered hated enemy.
"This is it… now we can dish out deserved punishment towards our long hated traitor, Michael Hanamura and the White Haired Bad Boy who took away all our potential waifus is here too! Now we can finally get the revenge we so desperately deserve."
"CHAAAARGE!" Those pathetic virgins charged right in to deal the killing blows to their most hated enemies. Yes! The heretics will finally die!
*GLARE!*
*GLARE!*
Stopping their fight to stare at their assaulters, both Michael and Shirou looked at them with their bloody faces and pinpricked filled with the intensity their fight instilled into them. These two visages were like that of the Heavenly dragons during their interrupted brawl with the 3 factions. And just like that story things will end badly for the second party that got in their way.
"DIIIIE!" The VVV members shouted together.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Both raised their opposite arm as both of their sides had the incoming VVV torturers after them individually.
"OUR FIGHT…"
*BAAAAAAAAAAM!* *BAAAAAAAAAAAAM!*
"YOU"RE IN OUR WAY!"
The two blew away the entire group of the VVV with their connected hits.
"F-Forgive us…" The leader who instigated the attack whimpered as he and his cohorts dropped to the ground like dead flies.
Now the crowd was even more speechless with the strength the two possessed and made sure to keep a far distance when watching.
"Now then back to kicking your ass!"
"Hah! You wish you're getting the stuffing kicked out of you by me!"
*WHAAAAAM!*
Without a moment's hesitation the two landed blows to their heads that were strong enough to send them fly back into obstacles right behind them.
"Guuuargh!"
*DOOOOOOOOON!*
Shirou was sent slamming into the school's flower garden while breaking the bricks with his body alone.
"Uraaaaaagh!"
*DODODODODODON!*
As Michael was hurtling through a familiar bench and through the fence into the tennis courts. With the tennis players screaming as they just saw a person rocket through their fence and destroy a few of their occupied tennis courts.
"What the bloody hell!" Kiyome runs to the destroyed court with a lying body inside of it.
"Crap… My body is starting to hurt like hell it's almost as bad as that time with Vali. Just how strong is this guy?" Michael clutched his head as he coughed up a terrifying amount of blood.
Kiyome noticed that it was Rias' servant and angrily asked, "Hey aren't you Rias' servant what do you think you're doing?"
However she didn't receive an answer to her question since Michael was still rambling to himself about the fight he was currently in.
"It might not be a good plan but I don't want to back down I'll just keep wailing on him with my attacks until he goes down." Michael breathed heavily as he picks himself up.
"What are you…?" Kiyome couldn't help but stare at Michael's serious grin as he stands up tall and clenches his fist. That burning will within his eyes and perseverance kept Kiyome mesmerized before she shook it off.
'What am I doing he just interrupted my teams practice and destroyed our courts this isn't the time to be gawking at him!' Kiyome was mad at herself and confused about her rude staring.
"Besides me attacking head on is the only thing I know how to do so I will make it work for me like always!" Michael grinned but not before he catches note of the damage around him, "Huh, where did I end up?"
"Ahem!"
"K-Kiyome-senpai!?"
Turning back Michael sees a mildly annoyed Kiyome raise her hand and ask,
"Could you please tell me why you ruined my team's tennis court?"
"Well I have a perfect explanation which will take time to explain so-! Oh, my god-ow it's Honda!" Michael runs past Kiyome to the Headless Dullahan.
"I thought you were dead…" Michael started to burst into tears.
The Dullahan wrote on his board, [No, our bond is so strong that nothing could never kill me especially when our friendship is brighter than the sun!]
"Hell yeah!" Michael and Honda grasped each other's hands and tightened them to the point that it hurts.
"The friendship between a boy and a headless man will DIE! Not even the God of Death can break us apart! You hear that God of Death you're nothing to us! To me even so suck it!" Michael and Honda were burning in the flames of passionate friendship, while pointing to the sky to whatever god he meant.
(With Hades)
I don't know why but I feel like I should be plotting the downfall of all devil kind right now. I also feel the need to slap the innocence out of a child right now…
The God of the Underworld turns to one of his top Grim Reapers, Orcus.
Orcus…
Yes, my lord?
You possess a daughter, no?
Why, yes my lord.
…Bring her to me…
(Back with Michael again)
Stirring himself awake, a VVV members sees one of the most glorious sights he has ever seen as blood gushes out from under his hood.
"B-Black with purple laces…" The VVV member joyously whispers.
"Oh dear, did you look up my skirt?"
A teasing, Natsuru stood over the battered VVV member while smiling playfully. The sight even made the VVV member gasp in shock before fainting from the sheer coincidence and luck he had. Now he has something saved into his memory that he will keep till the day he dies.
"Too easy…" Natsuru giggled as she walks to the crowd to watch what they huddled around for. She thought it would be the usual two ordinary students clashing fists in a fight over a girl and/or pertaining to a clash of ideals for either breasts or asses. It's not a surprise to her that has happened multiple times during her stay here in Kuoh.
"What is this now…?" Natsuru glazed through the torn and roughed up courtyard of the campus with her eyes filled with disbelief. She wondered who could have done this much damage. But then a memory of the top brass of the school reminds her that not all the students here are exactly "ordinary" which brings her back to her last thoughts pertaining the other day.
'If it's Michael-kun then I guess that would explain this place's condition so he must be fighting one of Miss Gremory's servants. Ara, ara things must be getting shaky within her group of devi-.'
"Come out you, assclown we're not done yet!"
Natsuru narrowed her eyes as she heard an entirely different voice that she couldn't match with Rias' other servants.
Taking a few steps into her sight, Shirou releases a massive amount of Touki from his body as he shouts out for his opponent to come back and finish their fight. Natsuru who choked on her gasp as she began to sweat and feel the pressure from being just near the teen.
'This was rather unexpected.' Natsuru fixes her composure when she felt a little more to the new male's strength however it was being suppressed and hidden away so she only felt a little glimpse of it, too hard for her to come up with an answer for.
'It would seem they called for more reinforcements. It could have been a major setback if it weren't for…' Natsuru guessed right once she heard Michael's voice come from near the Tennis courts.
"Keep your pants on you jerk, I'm here see." Michael waved goodbye to Kiyome and Honda with a big grin on his face while holding the top of his busted bleeding head. The force of the crash made a couple more serious dents to his body especially the head.
'This guy is really powerful but I can't back down yet! If I win then it shows my training has been paying off!'
'With internal struggle like this it may work in my favor after all but it doesn't retract the fact that a single devil got through in the first place. I'll have to have a talk with them once I get back.' Natsuru crossed her arms under her chest and watched the fight with her eyes shaded by her hair. That cheshire cat smile she loved to keep hidden returned as she mulled over any edges she would need to cut for her plan to play into fruition.
Tripping a bit over his own feet Michael almost fell.
Seeing that Shirou smirked, "What you done yet because I was starting to think it would be tough to put you down."
Breathing heavily Michael laughed, "Hah! You too I was thinking the same. I'm even enjoying myself right now!"
[Michael we have a problem.]
'I know I'm almost at my limit here…' Michael found that the damage he received was lesser than Shirou's despite him lowering the defense of his own touki too. Michael could finally tell that
[I know that but that's not the real problem it's something you forgot about before you began figh-!]
'So I better put everything I have into this last punch!' Michael tightens his arm muscles and fist. Placing all the Touki inside of his body into a single point into his fists Michael decided that this was for all the marbles.
"Let's finish this!"
"Already to the end huh? I would have liked it if the battle was over but…" Tightening his fist along with the vast amount of fierce touki surrounding his body Shirou's muscles pulsate as both his arms were cloaked in touki as the rest of his body was left unshielded.
"Dragged out fights are the most boring ones of all!"
"Grrrrrrrrrgh!"
"Nrrrrrrrrrgh!"
Flexing their arms and giving off an intense pressure that would scare even a High-Class Devil. The two looked at each other with deranged faces of held back aggression as the painful extension of time they had to hold back their attacks got to them.
Their biceps quaking with the prolonged time they assure themselves that it will be enough to take out their enemy. Yes, they needed to assure themselves about their last hits because these very hits would decide the outcome of this battle.
*SNAP!*
"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Suddenly a spark went through both of their minds as they leaned into each other with both their attacks ready and unrestrained, with no more holding back. Both the attacks were not like before to just knock the other out to win. No they were now attacking to kill.
The fight had been going on long enough that these two had finally lost all conception on the outcome their attacks will have on each other.
Things have FINALLY gotten out of hand.
Very soon these heavy attacks will deal out more damage than these two would handle. Until a shadow of a short little girl stood between them as their voice said,
"…Idiots…"
*GONG!* *GONG!*
"Bogeh!"
"Dogah!"
Both young men let out pathetic whimpers as they were punched in the heads with the power of inhuman strength before they could land their final blows.
*THUD!*
Both fell down at the same time as the interferer, Koneko stood above them with her arms crossed.
[The Rook is here…]
"Baka-senpai… and…you… Buchou wanted you both to lessen the damage…" Koneko picked up both males by the collar of their shirts and dragged them off. She could already tell that she was too late before any real massive damage could be made.
Hearing the murmurs and concerned whispers of the crowd that watched the fight Koneko looks over their shoulders to see a couple members of the Student council breaking up the students and inevitably erasing their memories of the brawl with magic.
As the crowd dispersed a spike in mischievous energy. But it felt too natural to be just energy as the image of a smirking face shown over the purple mass of power.
*Chills~!*
"…!" Koneko stopped in her tracks and turned her head towards the source of that energy.
Frighteningly enough there was nobody there when she looked. Returning to her business Koneko dragged both Michael and Shirou away to the Old Clubroom to settle the main reason why Shirou came in the first place.
To discuss and allow the investigation of the hijacked magic teleportation circles and the stolen sacred gear data.
But unfortunately things won't be going exactly as they planned because while leaving with both boys. Kiyome watched from near the destroyed fences of her tennis courts while thinking,
'Those eyes and the way he looked when fighting that guy.' Kiyome thought back to Michael's resolved glow as he stood back up to fight despite Michael's horrible condition.
'Maybe he could help me…' Kiyome thought back to a current phone call she had with her father and immediately frowned as she sighed depressingly.
"Kiyome-neechan!" Kiyome turns around to face the smiling face of her younger brother, Makoto approach him.
"Oh, hello Makoto-chan you seem to be very happy about something?"
"I-I am and w-w-what happened here?" Makoto looked around to see the ruined space that was known as the academy courtyard.
"It's a very long story, but don't worry about it." Kiyome kneels down and gave her little broth a welcoming smile, "Now enough of that tell me about your day it's sometimes rare to see you this happy."
"O-Okay!" Makoto excitedly stammered, "Today I-I made myself a friend, who even said that they were friends with me! We even talked and laughed and…!"
Kiyome looked a little doubtful and asked, "Wait Makoto-chan did this friend of yours ask for you to grope them?"
Kiyome knew her brother's charm and wished that it didn't charm the girls around him too much. Because ever since he enrolled she had to file up to 12 sexual harassment charges to girls above his age.
"N-No, because this time he was a guy and actually admitted we were friends and-!" Makoto continued to stammer in excitement at the thought of a friend he made despite his past use of him as a sacrifice. But his first impression of him made him more inclined to like him regardless of his tricky scheme.
"Wait a guy actually wanted to be friends with you?" Kiyome quickly pulled out her phone and hissed, "Makoto-chan, stay away from him at all times!"
"What do you mean?"
"This guy is trying to steer you away from the correct path!"
"N-No he may seem a little weird but he still decided to say hi to me and become my friend." Makoto tried to explain with teary eyes.
"Makoto-chan please listen that guy must have been trying to do the same as those girls so don't believe his lies."
"But Michael-senpai told me himself!" Makoto raised his voice unintentionally as Kiyome froze after hearing that name and dropped her phone.
"Did you just say, Michael?" Kiyome blinked.
"U-Uh, sorry Kiyome-senpai I didn't mean to shout at you like that I was just-!"
"Makoto-chan." Kiyome asserts herself by grabbing Makoto's shoulders.
'D-Did I make her mad?' Makoto winced.
"Y-Yes…" Makoto timidly answered.
"I see, well then I guess there's no problem." Kiyome remembered the closeness Michael and Rias exhibited during their tennis match so she decided to let it go.
"R-Really?" Makoto's eyes shimmered at the approval of his sister towards his newly found friend.
"Yeah…" Kiyome sighed tiredly before looking off into the direction of the Old Schoolhouse. Remembering the agreement she made with her father she needed to get an agreement started before going through with it.
"Kiyome-neechan are you okay?" Makoto worried as he noticed the anxiety written over Kiyome's face.
"Hm? Yes, I'm fine thank you for asking Makoto-chan. I'm just thinking is all." Kiyome tiredly smiled, being she thought about the agreement she made more than once today.
"O-Okay, but Kiyome-neechan have you seen Natsu-nee today?" Makoto looked around worried for his eldest sister. He hasn't seen her for the entirety of the day.
"Actually now that you mention it I think saw her in that crowd that was here but I guess it was my imagination." Kiyome shrugged, "Besides if she was here then she would be trying to sneak up on me and I've already learned how to tap into my 8th sense because of all her sneaky 'treatments'."
Kiyome blushed at the various memories.
Reaching her hand out to Makoto she smiled, "Well club activities are over so why don't we just walk around campus and talk. It's been a while since I actually ate lunch with you too."
"R-Really then you don't mine if I…?"
"No, I don't mind if you want to talk about your, new friend."
"T-Thank you, Kiyome-neechan y-you're the best."
Sending a happy smile his way Kiyome does her best to maintain that big sister like image in front of Makoto while masking her worry over what she planned to do next. Before thinking back to that agreement she made with her father:
"I see so you already have a boyfriend?"
"Yes, father so please cancel this marriage meeting it's not necessary."
"Okay then I will be sure to cancel it."
"Thank y-!"
"Ah, but not without me meeting this young man. He must fit well with my expectations before I approve of him."
"I-I see…"
"I just want what's best for you so please understand that if he is not the man, I want you to be with. The meeting will resume with no interruptions. Do I make myself clear, young lady?"
"Y-Yes father."
"Now tell me what the name of my little girl's lover is so that I may properly introduce myself to him?"
"H-His name? I-It's-!" Suddenly popping up to her head Kiyome sputters, "Michael Hanamura! Yes, his name is Michael Hanamura a fellow student at my school and he's a really great guy you'll just love talking to."
"I see well then I just hope that this Michael Hanamura is all he's cracked up to be otherwise you're going through with this arrangement with no complaints."
'I might have put myself in a corner with that but all I need to do is convince them to borrow Hanamura-kun for just that day.'
Kiyome bit back her pride as she steeled herself to visit the Occult Research club for a very special request.
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