Chapter 4

He was wearing a black Megadeth shirt, underneath a black leather jacket, which had two red circles on the arms, and red pieces where Kenji's shoulders were. He wore baggy jeans that had dirt and blood stains on them, and wore unlaced black trainers, along with black socks.

Where Rias looked as aristocratic as they come, Kenji was as casual as they came.

"What is he wearing?"

"Why does he look so casual?"

"This is a formal gathering!"

Zeoticus and Venelana looked up at their youngest son with looks of shock and horror on their faces. Kenji was supposed to be wearing the tuxedo that they'd got the maids to make for him!

Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, Kenji turned and walked off, yawning.

"Where are you going, Kenji?" Zeoticus hissed. "You're supposed to join your family for photos!"

"Out. " Kenji said, out loud so everyone could hear.

"I need a breather. Besides, my face would just mess the photos up.

" He then left, without anyone following.

Except one, when she got the chance.

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"Kenji!" Kenji turned around from his perch, and looked up to see his older sister running towards him.

"That's my name, Rias. Don't wear it out.

" He said lightly, turning to stare at the stars.

"What was that back there?" Rias asked, putting her hands on her hips. "You had to wear formal attire, the invite said so!"

"Actually, no it didn't. " Kenji opened a magic-circle, reached in, and grabbed the invite from his bedside table back at his house, and showing it to Rias.

"It said that formal attire was RECOMMENDED. Not required, but RECOMMENDED."

"Well, Mom and Dad told me to wear formal attire when they gave me the invite!" Rias said. "So, why didn't you?"

"Probably because. .

. I wasn't given it by Mom or Dad?" Kenji answered, without missing a beat.

"It was Grayfia who gave it to me. So, blame her, if you have to blame someone."

"You still should've taken it to mean that you dress formally, Kenji. " Kenji turned around and saw his father walking towards him.

"You've embarrassed me greatly with what you did, son. I'm very disappointed."

"Okay. " Kenji said.

"Lemme know when something you say actually affects me, will you?" Zeoticus turned as red as his hair.

"You will speak to your father with respect, Kenji!" he barked.

"You will speak to your father with respect, Kenji. " Kenji mocked, smirking.

Venelana, Sirzechs and Grayfia turned up, watching the argument between father and son.

"Kenji!" Zeoticus said. "You will come with me, and you will wear the tuxedo-"

"What tuxedo?" Kenji cut in, innocently.

"The one that the maids delivered to your room for you to wear!" Zeoticus said, glaring at his son.

"Alright, then. " Kenji replied.

"But. .

. what time was the tuxedo delivered?"

"The night before the party. " Zeoticus said.

"So you should've-"

"Oh, I remember. " Kenji said, in a voice of realisation.

"I wasn't there. "

"What?!" Zeoticus was shocked. "Then where were you?" Kenji yawned.

"In the woods, chilling out, on my own. You know I like doing that."

"Then you need to stop doing that!" Zeoticus shouted, flaring up his Devil aura a bit. "This wandering off stuff needs to stop, Kenji! You are the Heir to the House of Gremory and you need to start acting like it!"

"Then make Rias the heiress. " Kenji said, calmly.

"See if I give a shit, she'd be a better heir than me any fucking day. "

"Language, Kenji!" Venelana reprimanded her son, who glared at her.

"Kenji," Sirzechs said, in a tone meant to pacify the young Devil. "Shouldn't you go home and put the tuxedo on, and then come back like that? Then we can forget this happened?"

"Piss off, Shitzechs. " Kenji snarled, walking away from his family and triggering a magic-circle to go back to his house.

"KENJI! YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" Zeoticus yelled. Kenji just gave him the middle finger and whisked himself away, where he landed back in his room, where the tuxedo itself was sitting on his bed.

Snapping his fingers and destroying it with his Power of Destruction without a second thought, Kenji stripped off his clothes until he was standing in his underwear, and flopped into bed.

'Screw them. ' Kenji thought, closing his eyes.

'My family can't tie me down. I can do what I feel like doing, it's my life!'

And with that comforting thought in his head, Kenji drifted off to sleep.

After the fiasco at the Devils Gathering, the relationships between Kenji and his parents, sister and brother slowly began to strain. For example, Kenji slowly began spending more and more time in his room, or training, until he only came out for mealtimes.

That 's if he was even in the house to have mealtimes with his family, as Kenji would sometimes just leave the Manor, for hours at a time.

He'd just roam around the Gremory territory, doing his own thing, until everyone went to bed, and then Kenji would be found in his room, late the next morning. Every time this happened, Zeoticus would take Kenji aside and yell at him.

Flashback:

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Zeoticus yelled at his youngest son. "WE'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK!"

"Oh, I bet. " Kenji said, sarcastically, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I was out. "

"Out WHERE?" Zeoticus barked, grabbing Kenji by his shirt and lifting him up. "We've looked all over our territory for you!"

"Then you obviously weren't looking hard enough, because I made sure to stay in the territory this time. " Kenji replied, looking with a deadpan expression into his father's face.

"And before you say that I have no right to do that, I'm a Gremory, so I have every right to roam my own territory. " Kenji extracted himself out of Zeoticus' grip, and walked away.

Flashback end

It was common for Kenji to train himself, both physically and magically, for up to 5 hours a day. But now, apart from his frequent wanderings away, he did little to nothing else.