The Chains that Bind (Highschool DxD x Ghost Rider Reader)

Chapter 14

Leaving Asia in the care of three other friends she's made, (F/N) rode out of Kuou and raced his way towards the town where his school was located. His second approach was a bit quicker than the first time, but he made some wrong turns here and there.

As he approached the school, he slowed to a stop and kicked the kickstand out, shutting off the bike, chained the bike to the nearest post (using the chains the creature used from last night), and walked into the school. But it was completely empty. Quiet. He tilted his head in confusion, until he heard the chatter of students in their classrooms. Class was already starting! He panicked, worried that his first day of school was going to already land him in the headmaster's office, or perhaps detention, for being late. He sought to go to his class, but he doesn't know which class he's supposed to be in, as well as the fact he wasn't dressed in his uniform.

So as much as he might be in trouble, he hurried to the headmaster's office. He rounded the corners, passed by different teachers, one of them being the one he met yesterday, and by the nurse's office. Just like before, his head started to ache in extreme pain as he passed the nurse's office, likely something the creature wanted to take care of, but (F/N) pushed past it. He's got to get to class!

When he stood at the door to the headmaster's office, he knocked on the door hurriedly.

"Come in!" He heard. (F/N) quickly opened the door and ran in, out of breath from the running, and hurried to his desk. "Ah, Mr. (L/N)," the headmaster greeted, "eager to get started in school, are we?" He asked. "Well you can relax, I delayed the start of classes to allow you time to show up. I believe it to be imperative that you should get to know the classes you'll be attending. Anyways, here is your uniform," the headmaster pulled out a uniform, wrapped in plastic to keep it clean, "and your homeroom teacher will be with Ms. Takashiro. I'm sure you've met her before." (F/N) nodded his head, really having met, and talked with, only one teacher in this school. He hurriedly put on his school uniform, tied his tie to the best of his ability and walked out of the headmaster's office, calming down after being told about the delay in classes.

With that done, next for (F/N) was to find his homeroom teacher, this Ms. Takashiro that the headmaster claimed he had met before. (F/N) recalled his first meeting with her, a teacher with red hair, purple eyes, and a more European design fashion than the rest of the teachers. He looked into each classroom, checking to see which teacher occupies it. But as he continued walking, he passed by the nurse's office again. His headache returned, as if the creature itself was burning his brain with its fire. He groaned, leaning against the wall to steady himself, before looking inside the nurse's office.

Inside sat a rather normal-looking lady, with blonde hair going down beneath her jawline, and split aside to allow others to view her face. She was just sitting at her desk, reading a book. He then shook his head and walked forward.

No! He shouted internally. I'm not doing it!

You won't be the only one to take care of her, the voice chimed in, insisting on (F/N) going after her.

Just because we took care of those guys on the bridge, doesn't mean we're doing that to other people!

You're only saying that because she looks pretty! But I assure you, one look into her soul and you'll find that she is guilty of many things! Just because she looks human, doesn't mean she is. Just ask your dear sister, or those two girls from her school. (F/N) could already tell who else the voice was talking about, but to say that Asia isn't human felt like an insult. He clenched his body, flexed his muscles, and tightened up. Doing his best, he mentally pushed the voice down, trying to keep it quiet, and he continued on. The slow trudge to his class came to an end when he looked inside, spotting the teacher in question the headmaster was referring to: red hair and purple eyes. He made it. He stood straight and cleared his throat, relaxing his muscles, and grabbing the door handle.