Chapter 69 -:69 Devil hanging

BATHING?!" Shirou yelped, his face flushing as red as his hair as he struggled to keep her hands from his pants, glancing up at the others for help just in time to see them sneaking out of the room, Azazel with a shit-eating grin on his face while Vali merely smirked at him, the Devil hanging a ’Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door handle before shutting it behind them "NOOOOOO-!" Ah youth... "Something the matter, Issei-kun?" Kiba asked, the Gremory Knight looking up at the pawn in concern as he was booed off stage by his two human friends for singing the theme song to his favourite anime "You seemed a little distracted at the end there." "Ah...it’s nothing, Kiba." Issei assured him, his expression a mixture of confusion and jealousy "It’s just...I don’t know why, but for a split second there I felt like punching Emiya in the face..." Kiba grimaced, understanding just how the Pawn felt, as everyone from the Occult Research Club and Student Council had been affected by the near-death and apparent kidnapping of the Brownie of Kuoh. Some of the more excitable members of Sona’s peerage had even considered launching a rescue attempt until the Sitri heiress put her foot down. They had barely managed to survive against Kokabiel, who even acting on his own had managed to almost kill Rias and her peerage, to say nothing of the damage done to the school grounds. There was no way in hell they were going to mount an assault on the headquarters of the Governor General of the Grigori, who was apparently allied with the White Emperor Dragon, even if they knew where to find it. Not even Sirzechs-sama, the Lucifer himself, could authorize such a strike for fear of kick-starting a new war between the Three Factions, which would have defeated the purpose of beating Kokabiel altogether. Especially not for an unaffiliated Magus, classmate or not. "That idiot..." Issei muttered, the perverted pawn sipping on his drink with an irritated scowl "Smiling like that while he’s dying... I always knew there was something weird about him." "I suspect it has something to do with survivor’s guilt." Kiba opined knowingly "I only came to terms with it myself the other day, so I think I can understand why he smiled like he did." For years, Kiba had wondered if he deserved to have survived when so many had died. Once his friends had confirmed it, he’d felt such joy he honestly wouldn’t have minded dying right then and there, were it not for the matter at hand. The smile on Emiya’s face had been one of gratitude. Not for being saved, but for allowing him to save them, to atone for his sin of being the only one to survive. "Issei-kun." Kiba spoke up, his tone serious as he glanced at the Pawn, who paused in his muttering to regard the solemn Knight "I just wanted to say Thank You. For everything I mean." "Psch, the hell you getting all sentimental for?" Issei scoffed, smirking at the Knight "But if you really wanna thank me, then let’s sing the next song together." He smirked at the Knight "I gotta warn you though; I can sing the Dragon Ball intro non-stop for 24 hours!" Kiba chuckled weakly, the two of them rising once their turn was called, spending the rest of the evening singing away, heedless of the rumours that would soon spread through the halls of Kuoh Academy of the Prince of Kuoh’s ’Steamy Forbidden Relationship’ with the self-proclaimed Harem King of the Perverted Trio. Needless to say, one way or another, all three members of said trio found themselves beaten senseless the next day...though for some reason Kiba seemed more popular than ever. And with that, the Fake x Calibur Arc comes to a close. Were any of you expecting this? Anyone Expecting worse? Better? Feel free to let me know in a review below. From here we’ll be moving onto the Peace Talks and the ’Training in the underworld’ arcs, which Shirou may or may not take part in. For the record, he won’t be taking part in any Rating Games because he won’t be becoming a devil. That being said he can still get into fights since trouble follows the ORC like Invaders seeking scrubs for dinner. Don’t expect an update for a while now, this was just to satisfy your itch for the time being and close out the arc. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go cut down a Giant, you ready Siegward? Siegward: MAY THE SUN SHINE! Xenovia Quarta was nothing if not dedicated. Indeed, whether it was her faith in the one true God or her skills with a blade, there were few who could compete with the sheer level of devotion she committed to her duties. And how could she do anything less, having been raised since birth to be a sword of the church, entrusted to wield not one, but two of their most sacred weapons against the heathens and Devils that threatened the sanctity of Christendom? At least, that had been the way she’d seen herself, back when she’d still been a member of the Vatican, back when everything made sense, back when she hadn’t had her eyes forcibly opened, her faith shattered, by the callous words of the Fallen Star of God. After all, how could she have faith in a God that was dead? Worse still, a God that had been dead since the end of the great war Millennia ago? All this time the Vatican had lorded it over the other faiths how only the Almighty had come out of the battle unscathed, while countless other ’so-called’ gods and even Lucifer himself had been slain, when in actuality Christendom barely had a leg to stand on compared to all the other faiths.