Chapter 7: Dragon 3

He blinked in confusion, then a flash of recognition washed on his face.

"R-Right, almost forgot about it… it should be in-"

"The thirty-minutes pause after the third lesson of today," I interrupted him with a quick nod. "We shall catch up on the roof to discuss the latest episode."

His eyes glowed a little as I knew he was a fan of the Dragon Ball's rip-off.

"You mean the Super Dragon 3 transformation and Satoru going against Mango Belus? That was-"

"Incredible, I know!"

I smiled widely as I did catch some glimpses of the episode yesterday and…

I missed watching Dragon Ball and what was available in this dimension did make a good figure compared to the legendary anime.

"Still, I wonder, what do you think of the let-down of Sora?" I inquired with a hum. "I mean, he managed to beat Terminator X and seemed to be ready to become the new protagonist-"

"But they make him go out so easily about the whole 'he peaked' crap,"

The reincarnated Devil continued for me with a gloomy face, showing annoyance about the producers' decision.

"It's kind of sad but I guess Satoru is more popular than his son. It wouldn't have done him justice if he lost that importance."

"I guess you are right."

I nodded in agreement, finding the parallelism between Gohan and Sora quite... identical in certain points.

"Then I suppose we can continue later- and remember to not do anything 'weird' in the meantime,"

I smiled sweetly while squeezing at his shoulder a little more, to push the point across.

"I would hate to have to pick you up and personally have you sent to deal with a teacher's lecture."

Issei bowed his head in embarrassment, yet his eyes hardly kept still while he spoke. "I-I will make sure to not cause trouble, senpai."

I patted his shoulder once, sporting a small smile... "Good! Then we will see each other later, kohai."

Turning around, I started to walk away from the boy, ignoring the mutterings of some students at the fact I did speak with a junior student.

I was part of the Student Council and it had to be quite confusing to see me talk so calmly with a member of the Perverted Trio, no serious despise evident in my tone during those conversations.

I guess I could have approached him in another way, but the rumors were hardly going to escalate without any further situation that might spark some unpleasant theories from the student body.

Like hell I was going to allow the Ise-Kiba debacle from happening again with me.

With a small sigh leaving my mouth, I returned back to the classroom and I continued with today's lessons, ready to deal with two sessions of Math and of Biology.

Three hours later and I found myself limping on my way to reach the roof, trying my best to hide this little issue from showing to anyone walking around.

The expected symptoms were starting to show in the form of severe pain going through my left leg, and some minor itching by the chest's area that was getting my breath short.

I also felt something close to feverish, but I was still capable of formulating logical thoughts and, after informing Sona herself that

I wouldn't be able to participate the council session because of health problems, I decided to make my chat with Issei the last thing I would have to do at school today, taking an early leave to return back home.

I had completely miscalculated the time it would take for me to recover from the dangerous process of integrating the 'foreign magic' and only the Gods know how much

I would have to wait before being able to experiment around with my regular magic.

At least I wasn't going to die, I mused darkly as I finally reached for the handle that led outside to the roof.

As the sudden light from the sun started to dim a little and my eyes slowly adjusted to it, I found myself staring at two individuals rather than the one I was expecting.

Issei looked partly guilty as he shifted nervously from his seat loacated quite distant from the smiling blond that was Kiba Yuuto.

The unexpected young man was standing near the only entrance to this place.

"Sakakibara-senpai, I'm sorry if I'm intruding but-" He turned to the nervous-looking brunet with a small smile.

"Issei-kun told me that you were going to discuss Drag So-Ball and I am kind of… a fan of it."

He winked my way and I restrained myself from sighing at the pretty boy's fake attempt to infiltrate the discussion.

I should have considered the fact both King and Queen of the Gremory's peerage would have avoided giving up some hints to any suspicious actions directed at me,

maybe they had spotted me while I was leaving with Issei for the park when they 'rescued' him yesterday.

But still, the lack of a direct and more invasive confrontation from the redhead confirmed that Issei did keep his mouth shut about my role in killing Dohnaseek.

That also meant I could give some respect to the usually pervy boy for not letting that secret go by a possible boob attack.

"Sure," I replied with a wide smile, deciding to hide my minor annoyance as I knew what was happening anytime soon now. "Then I guess we should begin."

The two boys nodded, Kiba smiling happily while the other teen seemed to have taken a bite out of some lemon from how annoyed he looked.

Such was the terrible thing known as 'aggressive intrusion'.

But I guess I have to explain why I had to go along with this ploy and not call out the pretty boy out of his silly act.

If I did urge him to leave so suddenly, either diplomatically or violently, this action would be taken as evidence for further investigations and, frankly-speaking, I didn't want to deal with Rias anytime soon.

Especially without some power to protect me from an eventual 'unkind' reaction from hers.