The lights seemed to be brighter, welcoming the turqoise haired color boy climbing the stairs elegantly. He fixed his round glasses, eyes sewed shut. The man smiled, but it seem too fake for Iruma's liking.

"Ah!" The thick tension broke, by the boy clumsily tripping on the stage's stairs. The sound of gulps could be heard, murmurs and giggles throughout the room. It is absolute that all the tense turn to relief.

But that doesn't change Iruma's opinion.

He knows who Kiriwo-senpai is truly like, a sadistic perverted guy that only wants pleasures from people's sufferings. For Iruma, it's utterly disgusting to think about. When he thought his beloved senpai would change of personality after he had gone to the prison far away, he twisted into something that is worse. The attack on the fun trip that Iruma had was not close to funny.

Kiriwo, smiled after. Straightening himself as he positioned his lips behind the mike.

"H-hello everybody.... I'm Kiriwo, as you heard. Today, I'm supposedly the one to welcome you. I-I guess, welcome everybody, thank you for being here!" The speech ended childishly, sounding like a child on his/her first presentation. The room was filled with laughter, but Iruma didn't laugh.

He could see the terrifying shadow under his eyes that swore to have his revenge, painfully and slowly.

"" Ah, the professor. What a fond memory that has popped into Iruma's mind. Kalego is the perfect representation of the saying, 'Don't judge a book by it's cover.' Deadly on the outside, but he's one of the kindest and softest teacher in this school.

'To think he was the one who died for me first.' Iruma hummed, his eyes filled with sadness.

"Since that was cleared, let us share some information about this school for starters!"

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Iruma went pass the garden, he remembered the place as when he first fight His first friend. Is it a fight though? Or is it just him dodging elegantly and luck hit him very hard because of the forbidden spell? That was a funny thought though, it's something he could never forget even if somebody obliviated him.

"BAAM!" A bomb was dropped, or it seem to sound like it. Smokes filled the air, causing the blue-haired boy to cover his nose and squint his eyes from it.

"Asmodeus-kun! Relax! It wasn't mainly my idea!" Kiriwo's voice tingles Iruma's ear. What the, are they fighting like what he's thinking of?

"Let's see how worthy you are!" Asmodeus? That's his voice! Are they fighting that hard?

Iruma ran through the thick smoke, clearing it up as he blow them out of his way.

After a few seconds, he entered the free air again, seeing as what he thought of was right. Kiriwo was just avoidding his attacks, terribly. But that shield ability of his comes of handy in this battle, sadly a lot of nosebleeds came from the boy's nose.

Iruma gulped, his hands itching to stop them at his way. He don't know how—especially without his ring, but his physical body seemed to come as well here. He trained hard in his world, resulting in hardening the muscles in him. But he does not know why, cause WHY ISN'T HE GETTIN ANY TALLER?!

No matter who Kiriwo is, he couldn't stand a demon being injured badly in front of his eyes.

"You Bastard! You don't seem that strong and yet—

A ball of fire formed itself inside Asmodeus's palm, it almost looks like rasengan. (Sorry, can't helped it.) Iruma gasped, his feet stayed in the place. He's afraid, if he acted somehow different or too careless, history will change too much, by then, he wouldn't know what will happens anymore.

And that scares him.

"You were called instead of me?!" The fire was thrown at the turqoise colored haired boy, luckily, it seems like his shield ability comes in handy.

"He won't be able to stay long under Asmodeus's power." Iruma muttered, eyes squinting from the brightness of the fire and the smokey room. Iruma had known this, the future Kiriwo might be powerful enough to defeat the past Asmodeus, but this is the past Kiriwo, he's not strong enough, yet.

Iruma feels his gut tingling, his head screaming as if telling him to 'move!', but he hasn'tdecided so. He's that much of a coward infront of his loved ones. Iruma's eyes manage to follow each of their movements, Kiriwo's blocking won't stand long, the durability of the shield weakened as his body gets hit slightly on impact. The struggles shows, Iruma's stomach feels like vomitting due to worry.

'That voice again?' Iruma could feel himself tilting his head at the strange deep voice, his accent familiar. Who the hell is this guy? At first Iruma thought it was Jesus himself, but seems like it wasn't. His aura reeked of darkness and unfondness to Iruma, it doesn't seem or looked charming inside his head.

'What the?! You're going again?! Explain to me something first! Come here you prick! Hello... ? Hello!' Iruma closes his eyes, trying to reconnect or harmonize in some ways with the voice, he shakes his head. His voice mumbling unheard noises, some kind of chanting spells. Iruma clenches his fists until his knuckles turn white.

"Weak." Iruma snapped his attention towards the source of the voice who uttered such word, it's a strong word in Iruma's vocabulary, and he would kill to erases it.

His eyes scanning, finding the two same figures facing towards each other... only one kneeling in defeat in front of the other. Iruma feels his breath stopped, that was a rare scene, a scene where the senior he had known well for being undefeated in his world, was now kneeling, kneeling, in front of Asmodeus out of any other. Though it makes slightly sense, since Asmodeus is the strongest student in the school.

"This is a disappointment." Asmodeus muttered, his index fingers touching the older's forehead. A little spark form its way circling his finger like a snake.

Iruma gulped, this must be stop now. Asmodeus is going too far for Kamisama's sake, "Stop!" He shouted, hands in the air, signalling them both. He could see both of their heads turned to meet the voice.

'Here goes nothing.'

"This is the school's ground. Please stop." He pleaded, thank God he didn't stutter, why is he like this? He could feel his weak version coming back, this must be stop. He needs to get himself together, don't get into the flow too much.

Both of the figures snapped their attention towards Iruma—Iruma gulped, nervous, the air in his throat disappearing almost in an instant.

"Ah, you are the headmaster's child I see. What is your business with both of us? I suggest you don't interfere our fight so that your flesh would stay clean." Asmodeus threatened, his eyes glinted, a fire-y aura flashes by, almost too proud after what he has achieved. Iruma's anger rises, this isn't the friend he always respect, Iruma needed to teach him a lesson for this mess.

"It is my business, you see, I'm a student of this school. One of my job is to report a fight to prevent such event to occur, would you mind if I do that right now?" Iruma spat back, he straightened his figure, trying to look at least presentable.

"You wouldn't." His eyes darkened, sharp tooth appearing to Iruma's sight. Iruma could see his fingers twitches, itching for another fight.

"Believe me, I would." Iruma declared, he fight against his smirk as he see the gawking face of the other. Is it that suprising to see him in his 'evil mode' ? Even the girls are always acting this clingy and lovey-dovey whenever he's like this, it confuses him back in his world.

"I challenge you then." Asmodeus restrain his voice, but Iruma notices the slight tremble in the voice, he had pushed himself back for Iruma, being patient. This is interesting, but starting a fight at time like this, wouldn't the student council notice it already from the large commotion? He means, almost one school worth of people are gathering around them, someone must've had reported it already.

"Denied, it is against the school's rules." He stated.

Asmodeus gritted his teeth, feeling the last of his string almost shattered. "We can deal with that later." He fakely grinned.

"I have a reputation to take care of, this is an offer I must deny, now for a chance, excuse me." Iruma wasted no time and gather up his courage, walking pass Asmodeus succesfully, or what it seems is his expectation.

A hand grasp his shoulder tightly, holding him from taking another step on the fine green grass, Iruma sigh.

"I believe I said to wait." The figure behind muttered, tightening his grip. Iruma could feel the flaming aura sitting and raging behind him.

"I believe I didn't hear that." He replied, only to find that the result is angering the other more.

Iruma felt the hands pulling him, but never manage to move Iruma one inch. Iruma sigh, once again, he grasped the other's hand, releasing the hand from his shoulder, and put it back where it belongs.

He heard a gasp, and that was good. This should scare him.

Wait...

Hold on,

Calculating 69,

Thinking with IQ 420,

Scanning data with a wand,

If he don't fight him, doesn't that mean they won't be friends?!

Iruma stared at all the students in horror. Trembling at the thought of not having Asmodeus, of all people to be by his side.

"Scared?" The other whispered, almost below his breath. Iruma could feel his smirk without looking behind.

"You wish." He replied, turning his figure back. Asmodeus almost stumbled back in surprise, but he manages to maintain his balance.

"STOOOOOOPP!" Somebody shouted. Iruma tripped in process from the volume of the voice.

A chick with red hair, stunning tight dress, a pair of high heels and cat ears appeared from the crowd, her eyebrows meet from anger, her hand placed both on her waist. People behind her who looks like only extras encourages her like a little fangirls. Their hooded figure made them creepier.

Ameri.

"The head of of the student council!" He heard the other shouted in a whisper, Iruma turned his head towards him. He found Asmodeus kneeling respectfully in-front of her, as if facing one of the teacher.

Iruma stared at her, unconvinced enough as to why he must do that, Ameri isn't a God or so, he knows she feels weird when somebody does that to her. They had known each other enough in the other world for Iruma to guess every move she would make next.

And he predicted she would send them to the principal office.

"To the principal's office, now!"

See? Hahahahah face that readers.