Chapter 231 - My OC Stash #31 - The Sleeping Dragon by Cambrian (DxD) (1/2)
-Thanks to the confinement, I found a better Chad Issei fic, and it's written by the Pimperor Cambrian so try one upping that one ”The Wish of the Dragon WN” by Leixein lol. Hey atleast this one doesn't start with Issei getting NTR'ed! ＼(￣▽￣)／
Sypnosis: Issei awakens the Red Dragon Emperor at a very early age, and Ddraig, seeing the opportunity to make his newest wielder one to remember, takes full advantage of the years that follow. The Issei that ends up at Kuoh Academy is nobody's fool.
Rated: M
Words: 40K
Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/the-sleeping-dragon-high-school-dxd.9446/ (Cambrian)
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Chapter 1
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”Hyoudou.”
Blinking, Issei slowly looks up, lazily regarding the two girls who have stopped in front of his desk. With his face propped up in the palm of his hand, he easily manages the appearance of someone completely disinterested with the world.
”Yes?”
Despite him not doing anything beyond acknowledging their presence and questioning what they want, his mere attention is enough to make both Murayama and Katase, the Captains of the Girl's Kendo Club, go slightly pink. Blushing a bit, the two share a glance for a moment, as if to draw strength from one another. In the end, it's Murayama who speaks for the both of them, the long-haired brunette steeling her nerves and clenching her jaw.
”Issei Hyoudou, on behalf of the Girl's Kendo Club, we request that you attend our club meeting after school.”
Raising a single eyebrow, Issei regards Murayama, and then Katase.
”… Is this for the same thing as before?”
The blushes go from pink to red at that, and Katase steps in.
”Y-Yes! We require your presence for a demonstration we wish to put on for the club!”
Issei just nods to show he understands.
”Do the same terms as before apply then?”
Here, the Kendo Captains go positively incandescent. They lose all ability to make eye contact with him or each other, instead crossing their arms over their chests (Murayama's quite substantial, though Katase's is lacking) and look to either side. In the end, Murayama speaks up.
”Y-Yes. The same terms as before apply.”
Letting out a sigh, Issei nods and waves a casual hand.
”Fine. I'll be there.”
”G-Good!”
”D-Don't be late!”
And like that, the two young women hurry away, just moments before homeroom is set to start. At the same time, Issei can feel glaring eyes, burrowing into his back. He doesn't need to look behind him to know that Matsuda and Motohama are giving him death glares. The pair of boys, nicknamed by the students of Kuoh Academy as ”those horrible perverts” very much had it in for Issei, in the same way they had it in for a pretty boy like Kiba.
But Issei thought they might hate him even more than Kiba. After all, Kiba's good looks, chivalrous attitude, and all-around kind personality were good indicators for why girls liked him. They might not have liked it, but at the very least, Matsuda and Motohama couldn't deny that Kiba had everything they didn't. Issei on the other hand… outwardly, Issei knew he was incredibly average. He wasn't ugly by any means, but he wasn't a pretty boy like Kiba either. And more than that, he wasn't at all chivalrous or kind. He was somewhat lazy, and perhaps a bit nonconfrontational, but when he was poked, it didn't matter who you were, you were in for a smackdown.
Which was why all Matsuda and Motohama would do was glare. Because they knew if they tried anything else, he would hurt them. Outwardly, Issei Hyoudou might not have looked like much… but the phrase 'don't judge a book by it's cover' had never been more apt.
Heh, those girls just can't get enough of us.
Outwardly, Issei just stares out the classroom window as the final bell rings and everyone sits down. Inwardly, he lets a tendril of amus.e.m.e.nt creep out to show he heard his… resident. At the same time though… who does Ddraig think he's fooling? It's Issei that those girls can't get enough of. Ddraig has nothing to do with it.
Pah! Don't be ridiculous. Do you really think you would be able to draw in such maidens if not for me? It is our connection that gives you such immense power. Those of the female gender cannot help being drawn to that power.
Well, he couldn't exactly refute that. Issei had seen the results himself, ever since he'd started on Kuoh Academy. They pretended otherwise, but he was no fool. He'd seen how the girls of the Academy, which was predominantly female anyways thanks to the fact that it had only recently become mixed-gender, looked at him. How they acted around him. Murayama and Katase were just the first to… act upon their desires. Not that Issei minded one bit.
Of course, you don't! As a dragon, all that exists around you is yours by right, so long as you are strong enough to take it. And we, my boy… are VERY strong.
That actually does bring the smallest smile to Issei Hyoudou's face. He slowly curls a hand into a fist, feeling the power pulsing through him. The dragon scales that sit right beneath his flesh, shifting, grinding against one another, all too eager to escape. In a moment, he could level not just this entire classroom, but the whole school.
But he wouldn't. That would just be plain rude. Issei wasn't a bad guy. He had no desire to hurt anyone. But… ever since that day, all those years ago, he had learned that, in order to protect himself, he had to be STRONG. In order to stand above the rest, he had to be POWERFUL.
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Pain… so much pain. Little Issei Hyoudou, no older than four, didn't understand why he was in so much pain.
”Stupid little brat. You f.u.c.k.i.n.g deserve every bit of this. Thinking you're better than me. Thinking you're worth anything!”
It was just supposed to be a family trip. But little Issei had been separated from his parents. He'd wandered about, until eventually, he'd gone too far in the wrong direction. The Hyoudou family was by no means rich, but they were well-off. A boy of Issei's age wearing such fine clothes in a bad neighborhood like he'd found himself in… it'd only taken one spiteful homeless man, hopped up on some sort of drug, to make Issei's day a whole lot worse.
Now, he hurt all over. And he continued to hurt too, because the man was still kicking him, in the chest, in the stomach, in between the legs. Issei was curled up, trying to protect himself, his face, his whatever, but his tiny little hands weren't enough. One was broken, in fact, not that Issei even understood that. Several of his ribs were broken too, but once again, Issei had never experienced a broken bone in his very young life at that point.
It was all just pain for the boy, so much pain, unending pain… he wanted it to stop. He just wanted it to stop.
Do you? You're going to die, boy. How pathetic is that? One of my wielders, dying before his fifth birthday…
The words cut through the pain. They cut through everything, almost POUNDING against the inside of young Issei's head. But rather than shy away from this new sensation, the little boy GRASPS at it. What else can he do? It's not as bad as everything else, after all. Anything to end the pain is worth reaching towards.
Oh? What's this? Perhaps you're not as pathetic as I first thought…
However, when he grabs at the words, when he pulls on them… something ELSE answers him. Something immense. Something massive. There's a thing in his soul, contained within a prison, and it's roaring to be let out. It dwarfs little Issei's consciousness, it dwarfs all of him.
That's right, boy. Keep going. Release me, and I shall save you.
Except… even if this immense thing inside of him was bigger than him, bigger than everything that made Issei who he was at the tender age of four… he was still holding it in. And something told him he had power over it. Control over it. He didn't need to release it, or beg it, or plead with it. He just… had to TAKE.
Help me.