27 Chapter 27 - Dream and Past

There would be a trip to Kyoto soon, but he wasn't a student since Decimo had to erase himself from the world. Since the Gremory Family owned the school, they got him registered.

Still, before that trip, Rias brought all of her servants over to the Gremory Family, and they chose to sit and talk with her parents. But for a while now, Decimo had been thinking about what kind of position he wanted to be in. A part of the team? No, he had no interest in that. If he was slightly interested, then it was in being the butler.

Not for any other purpose, but he had a few fond memories of the last time he did that. And with the bit of the feelings he had, he did enjoy watching them squirm when he acted like that.

And so, he was wearing a butler suit, standing behind Rias, listening to Rose tell her dreams, "I would like to establish Norse Magic School and start training Valkyries out of Demonesses."

"Hahaha, Rossweisse seems very interested in the Devil industry. I look forward to your contribution."

Venelana sipped tea, glancing towards Decimo, who didn't even look at her. She put down her cup, raising her chin, "Decimo. What do you think of Rossweisse's dream?"

Decimo glanced toward her but didn't reply. Instead, he met with Rias as if asking for her permission.

Rather than smiling, Rias pouted, nodding to him, going with his new moody designs. In return, she patted her shoulder light, throwing a look at him.

Decimo looked down to hold back a smile, walking toward her, standing at her back, putting his hand on her shoulder, which she held with her right hand, drinking tea with her left.

He raised his eyes again, looking at Rose, "I think it's stupid."

Rose looked down, nervous, fidgeting, but she wasn't the only one in shock.

"Decimo?" Akeno leaned forward, glancing back at him, gesturing towards Rose with her eyes.

"No, no, let him say. Why would you think that it's stupid?" Venelana raised her eyebrow in interest.

Decimo glanced at her and her husband, turning his eyes towards Rose, "Dream? A dream is something that we wish to achieve, that we are not capable of doing right now, that is out of our reach. What she wants to do, is possible, doable, yet she dreams. I don't get how that is that not stupid?"

Kiba let out a breath of relief, "As usual, Decimo never holds back."

"Mm," Koneko nodded.

Issei scratched his cheek, looking at Rose with a smile, trying to be charming.

"I just joined Lady Rias's Peerage! I have duties to her first! I wouldn't want to burden her," Rose put her palm on her chest, explaining herself.

"What better duty than sharing your knowledge and skills? I am not saying that open a school, but you are a teacher in one. Open a club, choose a few viable and strong ones, and teach them your arts. Choosing one or two knights from the Sona Sitri's Peerage, or even that Pheonix Family girl. Depending on Rias's preferences, rebuild the burned bridges or build more alliances."

Decimo glanced towards Rias before looking up at Rose, "You say that is your dream. What I see…all you can do, and you are not doing."

"That's…" Rose was stunned before she jumped on her feet, holding her fist, excited, "I never thought of it like that! You are right! I could be a club advisor, but I need to find a student that I can teach."

"I can do that!" Irina and Xenovia raised their arms simultaneously, interested in the Art of Valkyrie.

"Hahahaha," Rias's father leaned forward, narrowing them, with a hint of interest in his eyes, "If you want, then I can talk to Pheonix Family about sending their girl to your school to learn."

Rias wanted to roll her eyes when she realized Decimo succeeded in manipulating them, "Fine, please do that, Dad."

Decimo took a step back, observing them, their expressions as they talked until the tea time was over, and they were preparing to leave. The first time you came to the underworld, you had to take the train to get registered, and now that they were registered, they could use the teleportation to on in or out.

But the time they were about to leave, the news of Sirzechz coming home entered their ears, making all of them stop and wait until they met him.

By the time they reached there, Sirzechz wasn't the only one; there was another black-haired young man, the one from Bael Family.

"Oh, Rias, Red Dragon Emperor, looking good," Sairaorg greeted them.

"Hello. Onii-sama, salutations. We heard that you were home and came to greet you."

"Formalities make me nervous," Sirzechz smiled, picking Millicas up in his arms.

Rias glanced towards Sairaorg, puzzled, "Onii-sama…Sairaorg is here because?"

"Oh, he brought me a special fruit. A specialty from the Bael Family that is so thoughtful of our cousin. I thought maybe you should go to the Bael Family to show our gratitude."

Sirzechz glanced towards Decimo, standing away from the group, waiting, "He also had a special request for the match. He hoped that all complicated restrictions be removed from it."

"Oh," Rias's eyes became serious, watching Sairaorg, before remembering something, "Decimo, then?"

"I want to fight him too," Sairaorg turned his eyes towards Decimo, who didn't even seem to acknowledge his existence.

"You might want to, but the Bael Family and many others are talking otherwise. Even if they allow it, there is a chance that Decimo might not be allowed to use his Sacred Gear."

Rias pressed her lips, turning around to walk to Decimo, whispering, "Are you interested in fighting?"

Decimo turned his eyes towards Rias, lightly shaking his head, "It doesn't interest me."

"Mm," Rias let out a smile, "I thought that would be the answer."

She turned around, standing in front of him, shaking her head, "Decimo won't be participating in the Rating Games. So there wouldn't be any trouble for you."

"That is not the troublesome part," Sirzechz bitterly smiled at her, "Some of the families think that the use of Void is unfair and so that should be banned. While Sairaorg here doesn't want that because he wants to fight you at your best."

"Hm," Rias was about to say that she doesn't mind banning the use of Voids, but Decimo silently told her to take time to think about it since they had something to discuss.

After a bit of chit-chat, they decided to take their leave since there was something Rias wanted to discuss. They teleported to the club room, and the first thing that Rias did was ask Decimo what he meant.

"I treated Sairaorgs mother," Decimo sat down on the couch, looking at Rias before his eyes with others.

"His mother?" Issei curiously leaned forward, asking.

"Yes, she had a disease that puts the Devil to sleep, and they never wake up until they die. Although no one remembers that part, I do, and I did meet her. From there, I learned a bit about Sairaorg, how he doesn't have the Bael Family's Power of Destruction and is discriminated against, even if he is that strong and much better ruler than any other member of the Bael Family's younger generation."

"I know about that," Rias nodded, "How does that affect the current situation."

"It's about the repercussions of this fight," Decimo leaned back, "Political ones. If you win with the use of Voids or if they are not banned explicitly, then, even if you win, the result would be something like this. They won because they had an edge. It wasn't a fair match. After all, she is Lucifer's little sister."

Rias furrowed her brows, "If I win when they are banned?"

"Then the narrative would negatively affect Sairaorg," Decimo leaned back, narrowing his eyes, "He's incompetent enough that he couldn't even beat Gremory's Princess when she has so many restrictions on her."

"That's not fair," Issei pressed his cheek, only to find Rose nodding.

"Now that I think about it…this must be a tough situation for everyone. Probably more so for Maou."

Akeno leaned over Rias, putting her chin on her shoulder, "So, what are we doing about it?"

Rias breathed in, wondering, "I still want to think about it. For now, you guys don't have to worry about anything. Prepare for your trip and enjoy it. That's an order!"

"Yess!!" Issei excitedly raised his hand, laughing while others smiled, and the tense mood slowly dissipated.

Akeno sat down on Decimo's thighs, licking his cheek, "I want my refill of Decimo before you leave for two days."

Decimo leaned back, gently kissing her lower lips. "If that's what you want."

Although so, his focus was somewhere else entirely, far from this city, in Kyoto.

Kyoto,

A man with long black hair, tucked behind, played with the cross, watching it.

He heard the footsteps, raising his eyes to see the boy wearing a coat and hat, playing a handheld video game, "So, how is it going?"

"We have been doing well in the Hero Faction, but it's taking everything to not become just a number in their experiment. But I have all the data on these Sacred Gears and even the Rings."

"Hm? Show me one?" The tall man with broad shoulders narrowed his eyes, taking the ring.

He put it against the cross, but nothing happened, "It's not the same, the nature of it is different, but I will work that out. Keep hiding for a bit."

"You know, the Hero Faction is planning to do something? To try and fight against that thing."

Ginjo laughed, "They seek death, but that's good for us. We'll take their place when the time comes."

"Right, right," Yukio walked away, waving his hand.

Ginjo watched him walk away when a tall man appeared beside him, holding a book in his hand, "What do you plan?"

Ginjo put the ring above his palm, "Do you think you can change it?"

"I can try," A long tsuba passed through the ring as the green flames dissipated, and when he removed it, there was a change in the ring. The moment the ring came into contact with the sword, there was a sudden transformation and evolution.

"Hahahahaha!! What did you do?"

Tsukishima narrowed his eyes, "Nothing. It just seems that the Owner of this Ring met with Kurosaki and took a bit of interest in him.

Ginjo's lips curved into a menacing grin, "Wonderful."

Hueco Mundo,

Aizen was preparing for the final battle before the last push he needed to fight against Soul Society when his steps stopped, "Oh, now that might be an interesting show to watch."

World of Living,

Ichigo was doing his homework when his hand stopped moving. He leaned back on the chair before walking out of his room to the next one that belonged to his twin brother.

He opened the door ever so slightly, "Did you feel it?"

From the other side came a voice, charming, and the one who was enjoying the turn of events, "Traces of your Spiritual Pressure, and with this timing. Haha…now this has to be fun."

Ichigo closed one eye, frowning, finding it troublesome to deal with, "Should we be leaving to check it out at this time? Aizen might make his move any time."

"No, this might be a good training before the war because, from that side, things might be different."

When the door opened, Ichigo heard the footsteps coming closer, revealing a boy with rust-colored hair and deep red eyes, wearing a bracelet from which a cross hung, "We should call the others."

DxD Universe, Train to Kyoto,

"So your name is Decimo?"

"Kiryuu," Decimo raised his head, sitting on the window seat with Irina and Asia next to him. Since he promised his two days to both of them, he stayed with both. But even now, he could tell, though forgotten, Kiryuu remembered a bit of her experience, so he came to find it.

"Oh, you know me?" Kiryuu became chirpy, grinning as she leaned forward.

"Yes, thank you for taking care of Asia," Decimo kissed Asia's head, showing his gratitude to Kiryuu.

"Oh, no, Asia is the best," Kiryuu put her hand on Asia's shoulder, rubbing her shoulder bone, smiling.

"I know she is," Decimo put his palm on Asia's thigh, smiling since he thought of something interesting. He stood up, leaning forward to whisper in Kiryuu's ear, who grinned and nodded, leaving this compartment for the other.

"Where did you send her?" Irina curiously asked, tightly hugging his arm, but all he did was smile and change the topic.

In the next compartment over, Kiryuu traveled happily until she came across a group sitting on the same train. She sat down behind them, hearing them talking.

"It's not much different than ours, maybe a few years more advanced," The one with the glasses adjusted them, looking outside the window.

"But this is so amazing, isn't it?! We are in another world that looks just like ours! And have different people that live in it, yet the same history and food," The bubbly big breasted one said, chirpy.

"Heh, it'd be fun traveling, right?" The girl who had a karate belt wrapped around her palm and forearm held the arm of the person she couldn't see, but his voice was charming enough.

"I was thinking of spending all the time in the hotel with you."

The tall one spurted out the juice with spiky orange hair, only for the drop of blood to stop in the middle and evaporate, "Classy."

"Hey! It's your fault for giving out such embarrassing information like that!"

"I thought everyone knew it," The massive guy with black skin sat on the leftmost chair, exchanging a glance with others.

"Right, right! Even I knew it!" A stuffed doll with a head in the shape of a sunflower spoke, making Kiryuu jump out of the chair.

"Did that toy speak?!"

"Huh? Speak?!" The big-breasted one panicked, punching the toy's face repeatedly, "No! No! It didn't speak!"

"No! I am so sure it did!" Kiryuu's voice brought everyone else's attention as she walked over to the front. She would keep speaking when her eyes fell on the gorgeous boy sitting between the black man and the karate girl. A smile in his deep red eyes before he stood up, walking up to her, "How about we talk about it somewhere private."

"Huh? Sure," Kiryuu blankly nodded, walking in front of him, feeling her erratic heartbeat.

Ichigo looked over his shoulder, sighing, "There he goes again. I don't get it. Why do you let him do that?"

"Do what?" Tatsuki acted obliviously, "He's just going to erase her memory."

"Right," Ichigo shrugged his shoulder, "Why are we following these people anyway?"

"Didn't you read the detailed reports that Current Third Division's Captain sent? We are following the ones from the Gremory Family, which have traces of being touched by a Hollow. Every being touched by a Hollow is being observed to see what kind of changes they produce, but things on this side her very chaotic. These guys are likely to become the target of our targets," Uryu explained.

"Hm," Ichigo looked out of the window, lost in deep thought when Chad spoke.

"Worried about Aizen?"

"No, I am sure we have time. As long as we take care of this and go back."

Soul Society, Division Three,

"The timing sucks," Jay sat on the porch, looking at the blue sky of the Soul Society.

"What happened?" Tsunade sat beside him, drinking tea, resting her head on his shoulder.

Jay looked down, kissing his wife's cheek, moving to her lips, putting his hand around her waist, "Mm. In a few days, things might become chaotic."

Tsunade safely put the teacup on the side, caressing his cheek, nibbling on his lip, "So? What do you plan?"

He leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "I was thinking about going to the area that has been assigned to the new Four Great Noble Families. Kushina, Mikoto, and Hayami would be there."

Tsunade rolled her eyes, kissing him, "Two of them also have their husband with them."

Jay grinned, placing his palm on her boob, squeezing it, massaging as her flesh filled the space between his fingers, "I bet we can do something about that."

Tsunade cupped his cheek, gasping for breath, "You are the worst husband ever."

"I know, I know. So? Want to go?"

"Sure, why not. I could use a familiar company," Tsunade caressed his hair, "But do you have the time?"

"Plenty," Jay chuckled, and a new view was added in front of his eyes of the empty compartment.

DxD Universe,

Kiryuu stood at the center of the compartment, one that everyone else seemed to have left, and no one was bothered about it. Her lips weren't left alone by him for even a single moment, but she loved that he was such a good kiss.

They hadn't done anything but kiss, and she was already swooning, letting her weight fall all over him, until he left her alone, making her gasp for breath.

"Aren't you going to Kyoto?"

"Yes," Kiryuu let out a hot breath, stroking his lip, "Yes…would you like to visit me?"

"Mm, sounds tempting. That blue-haired friend of yours? Would you mind bringing her to me, and in return? I'll reward you."

Kiryuu gasped for breath, feeling the hot rod between her legs, "Ohh, wowwww!! I am sure she'd love it."

Jun narrowed his eyes, watching her leave. Even though Xenovia and others knew that he had bodies in other worlds, they didn't know what he looked like, which was half the fun.

Moreover, the range of his emotions might have been reduced, but his mind didn't.

He sat down, looking through the door to see Kiryuu walk past Ichigo and others, wondering if they'd notice. Before whispering in Xenovia's ear, she went to the other compartment and then walked back with her.

Although Xenovia informed him before coming, wondering what Kiryuu wanted to show her, she stopped, hesitating when entering the empty compartment. She had given her Durandal to be made stronger by the Church's Alchemy, and so she was borrowing a Durandal that Kiba created for her.

She took one from the space, without caring about Kiryuu, to slash the man behind her, but it cracked the moment it came into contact with him, leaving her with nothing but a hilt, "Who~!"

Xenovia felt her back touch against the seal, the lips locked with hers, the tongue in her mouth. She tried to fight back, but the force was too much, and her body had already started reacting. She slowly moaned in his mouth, wondering if all that sex had made her body lose enough to react even to something like that.

But in the process, in this fight for the upper hand, she got to see glimpses of the man. His rust-colored hair, the deep red eyes that weren't desperate. She thought someone who'd do something like this must be desperate, but it was different; it was nothing like that. Instead, he was calm, and there was a smile in her eyes as his fingers traced her thighs while grinding against her pelvis.

She moaned, feeling her soft body rubbed against his hard and toned one, her thigh brushing against his leg, the hard rod on her pelvis. She kissed back passionately before she knew it, freeing her hands from his grasp, only to touch him. She took off his shirt while he got rid of anything that came in between, turning her over on her stomach and spreading her ass cheeks to see everything.

She bit her lip, holding the hilt in her hand, gripping it tightly. She was excited about the length she felt, only for it to tear through her body, "Ohhh~~!!! Yessssssssssssssssss~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She gasped for breath, panting, feeling it hit, "So biggggggggg!!! Yesssssssss~!!!!!!!! Yesssssssssssssss~!!! Ohhhhh~~!!! Yessssssssssssssssssssssssss~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's amazing~~~!!!!!!!!!!"

"You are clamping down now," He grinned, enjoying her reaction, pounding against her ass.

He leaned forward, pinning her down, whispering beside her ear, "How is this? Are you enjoying it?"

Xenovia panted in heat, moaning crazily, "Yes~~!! Yesssssss~~!!! I love~!"

She was screaming when his lips covered hers, kissing her, making her feel even better when he did, making her shake her hips.

"You are doing good. Now do it until I cum and fill you up."

Xenovia held his head, kissing him, shaking her hips, until she felt the throbbing, him reaching closer, and then the release. The warmth she felt in her stomach, filling her up, was the switch that made her climax.

Xenovia felt the tension and the strength leave her body, only to hear her and his pants for breath, and there was someone else. She glanced to the side with little strength, watching the juices drip on the train floor from Kiryuu's thighs and her gasps.

Kiryuu licked her lips, "My reward?"