The girl still tried to reach for me as I walked out the door and nearly tripped in her stained lingerie. I paused for a moment, looking down at the mess of juices, cum and a small cluster of black feathers.
The feathers were troubling. I haven't seen hide nor hair of Raynare for a moment. And Issei hasn't come to brag yet.
I looked to the girl and back to the feathers. She was still out of it, so she didn't see me taking a look.
In the end, I shook my head and left. I was pooped and not in the state to do any sort of thinking. That's right Kusora, just get the money and go.
You can think about all this later, after some good sleep and a good few minutes where the world doesn't seem to spin.
Kusora •~
You know that one moment where you wish you just stayed in bed? No? Then obviously you've never worked retail.
While I don't think retail and the situation I find myself in are completely the same, if one finds themselves in a world like DXD, I think they're entitled to a few complaints.
Until the world just Uno reverse cards you.
"Ufufu. Kusora, was it? I do apologize, but I need that."
"I'm sorry, these are the only kind they have in stock. And the manager saves it for me."
For those of you not in the know, the person I'm talking to is also one of the people I didn't want to meet because of sheer strategical imbalance.
Akeno Himejima.
One of the two Onee-samas of Kuoh Academy. And the queen of Rias Gremory.
Little sister to sis-con, motherfucking Lucifer.
While I don't think the resident Super-Devil is willing to make the trip over a damn sack of coffee beans, I wasn't nearly prepared to take that kind of risk interacting with the devils as of yet.
Well surprise, surprise. I should've known when my aura also attracted bugs and mosquitoes. The world doesn't give a fuck about how prepared I am.
All plans fail when in contact with the enemy. And while the devils weren't my enemy, my plan of non-interaction was certainly failing.
Hard.
I managed to keep my hold on the sack of coffee beans, but the vein on Akeno's forehead was showing more and more.
Oh god. If my goal of a first impression was to piss her off, it's working. I'm sure nothing short of Baraquel is enough to get her this annoyed.
"Look, Miss…" The vein in her forehead dwindled until it couldn't be seen. Good, she was calm. "Akeno. Akeno Himejima." She answered.
As if I didn't already know her name. "I'm Kusora." I motioned to myself, she didn't say anything but the tension visibly lessened.
"I happen to run a coffee shop down the street. Marakyuu. The staple of the most popular blend that customers want happens to need these coffee beans to make. " I explain. Fuck it, if it will get Akeno of my back about this, I'll let her know about the shop. It's a Sunday, and this argument was getting annoying.
"Marakyuu?"
I smiled. "The name of the coffee shop." How creative, am I right?
The explanation seemed to have subdued her for now, as she enveloped a thinking pose while she looked at me. "Hmm. But I kind of also need that. A very important guest is arriving soon and he happens to like that particular brand of coffee."
An important guest? Fuck, is it Riser? I haven't even met Akeno for five minutes and I'm already needing to somehow think of a way to cook chicken?
Isn't this going kinda fast? We just skipped like a whole damn arc. I mean, where's Asia? Or better yet Raynare?
"I'll tell you what." I started. "If it's not a bother, you can drop by at Marakyuu." I'm definitely gonna regret saying this.
"If you come over, I'll see if I have any of these brands in stock and give one to you." I said with a smile. "Does that sound a bit better?"
This kinda sounded simpy as soon as it left my mouth, truth be told I could've just left the store like any other person.
Actually, I should've done that in the first place. It's not like Akeno even knew me five minutes ago and it's not like she would've hunted me down for some coffee.
I fucking hate how I can only come up with this type of shit last minute.
"Sure. It does sound acceptable." Akeno responded with a smile. "Down the street, right?"
"Yeah, it doesn't take long to get there from here."
~• Raynare •~
"How ironic for the midget to be this late."
Kalawarner commented as she stood right beside Raynare at the entrance to the church, right in broad daylight as they watched Mittelt struggle to even climb the stairs to the chapel.
The Loli seemed to have gotten a few steps down at first, until she reached halfway and started to semi-crawl.
The walking was weird, but the state in which Mittelt travelled was a cause of concern. At least on Raynare's part. Kalawarner just smiled, knowingly, like that time she had given her the card.
Which until this day, Raynare hadn't found the need, nor want to give the option a shot.
She looked worn and ragged, her ass red and swollen from strikes with crusty stains on her clothes and thighs. Raynare could see the visage of mascara running down the sides of her eyes.
And the look of absolute bliss on her face.
"Are you okay?" Kalawarner questioned with a sultry chuckle.
"O-one…more. Please…" Mittelt answered, tired and dazed. A familiar card slipped and fell out of her ruined skirt. A white card with a black mask.
Raynare spotted it, and grew incredulous. "What the hell?" A good question. A culmination of the short seconds she spent wondering what kind of human had put a Fallen angel into this kind of state.
Kalawarner cackled. "Enjoyed it a bit too much huh? Sex with him must've been wild." She quickly scanned her, and saw her twitch each time she wearily called out the name 'Silver.'