Song: Guillotine Terror - Extremist Penalty
I felt some flames rush up my back right before I woke up, so once I did, with a shriek and trembling like a motherfucker, Akeno slapped a hand over my mouth. She began staring into my eyes, at first hard, and then she started to relax them. She then pulled me down into her rack, which started to calm me down.
"Please, let me stay here..."
While I was still quivering, she began to rub my head.
"Every time I look in your eyes, it's either anger, or a mix of fear and pain, except when you're on stage. Is Junko haunting you?"
I nodded a bit, before being pushed out a bit. Akeno pulled me in again, and I landed right at her neck. It was a few minutes before anyone moved, and then the door opened up.
"Yo, I got breakfast cooked up. Ah, he must like it down there."
I heard some footsteps, and then felt a hand start rubbing my head. As I got pushed deeper into Akeno's chest, my head started to clear up.
"Did you hear his scream?"
"Well, I don't think your voice goes that low, and yeah, I heard it. Scared the shit outta me. How long is he going to be drydock motorboating?"
I started to try and get out of Akeno's chest, and the Kalawarner pulled me by my hair. It didn't hurt, but being dragged from the bed, while naked, made me colder. Akeno shot forward, and wrapped the blanket around me.
"Why's it cold?"
"Kalawarner turned down the thermostat, you were sweating a monsoon."
x
Pancakes, hash browns, bacon, and corkscrews (orange juice and vodka), it all went down nicely. After I got done with breakfast, I went back downstairs to get a shower, and it looks like Akeno beat me to the shower. Akeno was naked again, and she was blocking the bathroom door.
"Akeno, could you let me pass? I need to shower."
Akeno began to smile, and the last time I saw her do this, she was shocking the stray devil. I was unnerved.
"I have one veeeeeeeery simple request."
Shit.
"You see, the shower can fit multiple people comfortably, and I think you can come to your conclusion."
Oy vey.
x
A few hours later, I was in Tokyo, on my way towards Junko's grave. I dunno, maybe I'll be able to stave off the nightmares. I was sitting in front of her grave, which had been far more ornate than I remembered it, trying to think of something to say.
"Yonasan?"
It took me a New York minute to realize who this was, thanks to the Engrish name, which got on my nerves, at first. It's Hisashi fucking Takai!
"Jun?!"
Jun walked towards me, and the two of us began to try and catch up. As it turns out, he had started a band named Emperor, and after a while, got into an industrial thrash metal band named Gyorai. After he stopped with thrash metal, he became a professor at the ESP University. What the hell happened to Jun?
Emperor:
Gyorai:
"So, you put down the guitar and picked up the chalk? What happened to Mr. Shu?"
"He's still there, he's just trying to help the next generation get to his level and beyond. I'm the metal professor, as they call me! Anyways, what happened to you? Rias bring back Jinshu Daishi?"
A.N. Jinshu Daishi = Metal Master in Mandarin.
"Rias and Helcaraxe brought me back to life, but the Metal Master, as it turns out, never died."
X
I got a call from Kiba, something about celebrating Asia's induction into the peerage. Luckily for me, the meeting with Jun had died down, and I was back in Kuoh. Unluckily, I had been called while in the grip of a fight with some yakuza that had recognized me.
So, while I had the call going on, the last of my T.D.M.M. swarming the yakuza's position.
"J? Rias wants you ba- what the hell's that sound?"
At that moment, one of my guys had a bullet rip right through his sternum, and the bullet had almost hit me in the leg.
"Well, we have many honest answers, but the general consensus is that you heard one of my guys get wasted by these yakuza cocksuckers. Give me a minute, and we'll have the infestation cleared out. Bye."
I hung up, and forced the remaining 36 men to rush forward. I had watched as the yakuza got stabbed and shot by the soldiers, which I then killed by swinging Helcaraxe around. So, I called Yuuto again.
"Yo! I dealt with the yakuza, I'll be their in a bit."
x
Once I got to Issei's house, the party had started. A cake was brought out, and all of the stuff parties normally have, including the drugs and booze. I myself had a slice of the cake, and then I sat down with Issei to start a drinking game.
The game involved us and Yuuto, with everclear mixed with soda. The game was "Grand Millionaire", and with what we were drinking, I'd give us maybe 1 or 2 games before at least one of us loses his coherency.
Round 1: I got my ass kicked. Issei ended up winning, Kiba drank half his glass, while I took the whole thing down.
Round 2: I redeemed myself, game took two minutes, and I cleared the deck. Kiba had to drink his whole glass.
Round 3: "OOOOOOOOOOOH, IDEY IDEY IDEY I!"
Mid-Irish drinking song, we all passed out.
I should point out that being blackout drunk means that you temporarily don't form memories, but I had apparently put on a show for the peerage, playing songs from Horde Casket, Kraworath, and, of course, Cannibal Corpse.
A few hours in, Kalawarner had popped in, dragged my ass to her house, and that was the point that Helcaraxe flooded my body with heroin. Helcaraxe is still laughing over this stunt.
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Highschool DXD X Brutal Legend Male Reader
FanfictionMost dragons became gauntlets; not Helcaraxe. She became my Sacred Gear, and decided to become my guitar. Though, the death of Junko Furuta sent my life in a different direction...