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-At A Talk Show Studio In Akihabara-
The roar of the crowd hit me before I even stepped out.
Bright lights, camera flashes, and an excited host's voice echoed from the stage.
"---And now, please welcome our special guest, the one and only Detective Prince! The Delinquent Detective! The Young Problem Solver! The High School Psychic Detective, Magic Detective, Michinaga Daichi!"
I exhaled, adjusted the collar of my black suit jacket, and stepped into the spotlight.
The audience went wild. Cheers, camera flashes, and... yep, swooning voices, mostly from women in the front rows.
Somewhere in the crowd, I heard someone shout, "Daichi-kun! I love you!"
…Well, can't say I hate the attention.
I waved casually, offering my trademark half-grin.
My hair, which normally was styled short and messy, had been slicked back once more, though a few strands rebelled and fell forward.
Honestly, it fit the aesthetic, so I didn't mind.
"Welcome, Michinaga-san! You've been gaining so much attention lately! Solving cases, helping the police, and balancing high school life! Tell us, how do you manage all of this?" The host, who was a beauty in her late twenties with light brown hair and a bright smile, said.
That's right, folks.
I'm a magical detective who's all the rage in Japan these days.
With legal standards(cough, cough, clout and magical hypnosis), I was able to bypass Japan's love for days on days of talking about getting things done and paperwork, and I was 'allowed' to work and assist in 'special capacity'.
And I'm quite the 'Ikemen' to boot!
Plus, with my tactics going against common detective practices, it means that there are plenty of people willing to call me a 'fraud', meaning...
That there's many opportunities for me to show off.
And so, I became popular quickly.
"Well, I've been studying hard and working harder. Gotta be better than yesterday, right?" I said as I gave a million-dollar smile.
And it was a hit with the audience and the host.
"And you really use a variety of skills, some that professionals might find odd... How do you do that? What's your process?" The host asked.
"Hmmn..." I tapped my chin playfully. "Well, let's say it's a mix of things. Cold Reading, NLP(Neuro Linguistic Programming), Mnemonics, and a touch of Hypnotism"
"And magic?" She interjected teasingly.
"Absolutely!" I gave the most innocent grin I could muster. "Oh, yes. I love magic! As a magician myself, that's only natural! That I love magic!"
-crowd laughter-
The crowd burst into laughter at my delivery.
"But Michinaga-san, what about the critics? Some people claim that your 'psychic detective acts' are fake."
"What about 'em?" I shrugged, smirking. "It's much easier to criticize than to do. If they're talking about me, it means I'm doing something right, doesn't it?"
A wave of chuckles rolled through the crowd.
And then...
"Bullshit---!"
The voice came sharp, cutting through the laughter like a blade.
"This man is a fraud---!" A man stood up near the middle rows, mid-30s, sharp eyes, clean suit, but something off about his posture.
The air shifted instantly, the crowd silencing as all eyes turned to him.
I swear I didn't plant this man in the audience. I've never seen this man in my life.
But still, the show must go on, so I tilted my head, still smiling. "Oh? A skeptic?"
"You think you can fool everyone with parlor tricks? You're a scam, kid." He sneered.
"What are you trying to say---" The host looked flustered, but I raised a hand.
"No, no. It's fine."
I then motioned to the stage. "Why don't you come up, then? Let's do a little demonstration."
The man hesitated but, driven by 'righteous indignation', he soon climbed the steps.
When he reached me, I smiled at him as I spread my arms wide. "Let's make this fun. I'll read you, live, no tricks."
"Go ahead." He scoffed.
I stared at him for a few seconds. My gaze traced the small inconsistencies: the scar near his ear, the faint tan line of a missing ring, a subtle tension in his left hand.
I've used [Body Modification] on myself so many times throughout the years that even if magic didn't exist, my senses were practically well above superhuman levels.
So 'bullshit' as he put it, was actually nice-smelling fairy droppings. 'Cuz it's one-hundred-percent true.
"Hmm… you've dyed your hair black. Recently, too." I began.
"Okay, anyone can figure that out if they look close enough." The man shrugged.
"True. But you also have a drinking problem, I can see it through your eyes."
"What---"
"I'm not done yet. You're also on some powerful drugs. Legal ones, of course. The ones you get after meetings with doctors." I said as I paced in circles around him. "That explains the slight tremor of the hands, the pale skin..."
"H-How--~!? Y-You didn't investigate me, did you?"
"Wait!" I closed my eyes as I put a finger to my head.
"You... What's your name?"
"Takeda Ito."
"No."
"No? What do you mean, no?"
"I'm saying that it's not your name.... You changed your name, several times, actually. Moved cities more than twice in a year. You avoid cameras. Interesting."
The host blinked. "Michinaga-san?"
"Oh, and the nightmares, right?" I continued casually. "The ones about the woman you killed."
-gasps!-
The crowd gasped.
The man's face paled. "T-That's not---!"
-snap!-
I snapped my fingers as I cast [Hypnosis] on him.
"Now, I've got you under my spell, and in front of everyone, I'll have you tell the truth."
In front of everyone in the crowd who were waiting with bated breath, I was about to expose him.
Wow, it's kinda exciting~
Ahem.
"Tell me your real name." I demanded.
"...Masato... Kusaka…"
Damn. What a villainous name.
"And what did you do, Masato-san?"
"…killed… her… I did her in good... she screamed… plenty..."
The audience was dead silent. Even the cameras stopped moving.
I exhaled, released the spell with another snap, and the man blinked in confusion.
"Y-You... What did you do?" He stuttered.
"Eh, just helped you get it off your chest. You know, secrets?" I smirked at him. "Do you feel better after telling us all?"
"Y-You!? I'll kill you---" He then lunged at me. "I'm not going to jail---!"
I sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, twisted, and swept his leg in one motion. He hit the floor with a satisfying thud.
-thud!-
"...And that's why you shouldn't interrupt a live show if you're not sure what you're doing." I said dryly as the host called security.
And well?
The police arrived within minutes, identifying him as a wanted murderer from another prefecture.
And as they escorted him offstage, the crowd erupted into applause. Cheers, whistles, the whole works.
Everyone clapped.
No, seriously. Everyone did.
Except the guy who got handcuffed, the police, and the security.
But other than that, yeah, everyone clapped.
-cheer!-
As I drowned with cheers of adoring fans, I just gave a sheepish smile and rubbed the back of my neck in classic anime style. "…Guess that's one mystery solved."
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-Later Afternoon-
Because I was a boy, and I love my toys, I sat in a very nice black sports car (I won't name the make nor model, but know that it's pretty), as I checked my phone for messages.
-bzzt!-
The buzz of my phone broke the silence.
Before I could check it, someone called from outside the van.
"Michinaga-san!"
It was the host from the show. She ran up, slightly out of breath, and handed me a small white card.
"My personal number," She said with a wink. "Call me sometime, maybe privately?"
"I'll think about it." I gave her a polite smile, took the card, tucked it into my jacket pocket, and drove off.
Heh. Ikemen, huh. I'd say it was the 'suspended-bridge effect', but the bridge wasn't even that suspended for it to happen.
Ah, well.
-bzzt!-
My phone buzzed again, and this time, Roygun's name lit up the screen.
"So~ Detective Prince, enjoyed your time in the spotlight?" Her playful voice came through immediately.
"Yeah," I said with a faint grin. "When it goes on TV, it'll be crazy."
"But I think after the upcoming Peace Summit, the spotlight'll be even higher."
"I can't wait~" Roygun chuckled.
"Neither can I. Roygun. Neither can I."
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-Kuoh Town-
---EXCEED
That was the name of the guild that I'd finally settled on.
It was simple, and to the point.
It was about a bunch of idiots doing nonsense and butting into world business.
Of course, there wouldn't be any grand opening ceremony or fancy ribbon cutting, not yet.
You don't throw a party when you haven't done anything significant yet.
I planned on doing one after I successfully bullied the Khaos Brigade.
We drew in magicians and stray exorcists who didn't quite fit anywhere else and 'convinced' them to join our cause of just hanging out.
And with Sebas' help, I've got plenty of cash for today, tomorrow, and all the other tomorrows for the rest of my life.
Oh, yeah. And gifts from the Gremory's and Sitri's.
So after returning home, I decided to go for a walk through the town. Kuoh was quiet around mid-afternoon, sunlight dripping between the trees, painting everything in a golden hue.
And that's when I saw her face.
No, I'm not a believer, not of the Church, especially since the Big G is dead...
---But a believer that I can tell whether or not a girl is cute.
And she is cute.
A young nun, or ex-nun, with long blonde hair, bright green eyes like polished jade, and dressed in a black nun's habit.
---Asia Argento.
She knelt in front of a crying child and his mother, who had scraped his knee, her hands glowing faintly with gentle light.
"There, there… it will be fine," she whispered in a gentle Italian accent.
-shine-
The light enveloped the wound, and within seconds, the scrape was gone.
The boy blinked, then smiled widely and ran off with his mother following as he shouted thanks.
Asia sighed in relief and got up...
Only to promptly trip over a loose cobblestone, falling flat on her face.
-thud-
…Of course.
Her skirt fluttered up, revealing a rather compromising view. And the world bore witness to her shapely ass.
If I were as cool as Ar*ragi, I'd spend a whole couple of paragraphs explaining the intricacies of her linen white panties that exuded innocent charm rather than the seductive panties of Akeno and Rias, but I digress
Cute butt.
Diadora might be a fox-eyed rapist-scumbag, but he did have taste.
I stepped forward, offering her a hand. "You okay, Sister?"
Asia blinked up at me, cheeks flushed. "Ah, um! Y-Yes! Thank you!"
She grabbed my hand, standing up awkwardly as she brushed off her habit.
"Michinaga Daichi," I introduced. "I'm here to pick you up."
"E-Eh? You understand me?"
"I believe so." I smiled faintly. "Asia Argento, right? I've been expecting you."
"Whew! Thank God" Her eyes widened. "Wait, where are my manners? I'm Asia Argento! I... was a nun for the Church. But I'm still a nun!"
"Thank Big G indeed." I smiled.
And by Big G, I mean Gabriel's very Big tiddies.
As we walked, I listened to her story as she introduced herself.
Asia Argento, the Holy Maiden who could heal wounds through Twilight Healing, her Sacred Gear. A miracle worker excommunicated by the Church after saving a Devil's life.
When she finished, I sighed. "You've been through a lot."
"It's okay. I just want to help people." Asia said in her typical innocent-naive fashion.
Y'see? This is why I'm a good guy with my 'Yasashi/Kindness' for taking care of her.
"…You will," I said. "You'll find a place to call home soon enough."
Her eyes shimmered with gratitude. "Thank you, Daichi-san."
As we neared the edge of town, the sun was beginning to dip low. The silhouette of the now familiar Michinaga Mansion rose ahead.
"This… this is your home?" Asia gasped softly.
"Yeah," I said. "Though you'll find it's more like a community than a house."
"Oh, and the Church in this town is pretty busted, so you might not get much out of it sadly." I said.
I'm not sad though.
"If nobody wants to fix that place up, I'll probably turn that place into a soup kitchen or someplace that folks can hang out. Gabriel would like that, I guess."
"I see..." Asia's eyes dimmed slightly, then widened. "Mr. Daichi... You… know Gabriel-sama?"
Regular people would think it's another Gabriel, but I won't comment on that.
"Of course. She's like an older sister to me."
"You say such funny things, Daichi-san." Her eyes widened. Then she laughed softly, covering her mouth.
It's true. My sister works at the Heaven Company.
"Funny," I said with a grin, "But true."
When we entered the mansion, we were immediately greeted by the familiar faces of my odd household.
Sadako and Sebas greeted us, as I motioned to Sebas, notifying him that Asia will end up being one of our new recruits.
I had no worries of this going wrong anyway, as Raynare and her ragtag group were able to get her to stay in that abandoned Church in canon to begin with.
"This is Asia," I said. "She'll be staying with us for a while."
Sadako blinked. "Another one? At this rate, this house will turn into a halfway home for magical strays."
Sebas chuckled. "Welcome, Lady Argento. Consider this your new home."
"Another one." Ophis tilted her head. "Holy Maiden? She smells like faith."
"Eh… thank you?" Asia replied nervously.
I patted her back as I assured her, and after that, we got her settled in.
And with that, I had to go somewhere.
To WcDonalds. The mythical anime Micky Dee's.
"Hello~ Keep me waiting, bad boy~"
Roygun Belphegor sat waiting for me at WcDonalds, sipping a soda and wearing casual clothes that somehow made her look more radiant than usual.
Tight jeans, a white blouse, and a jacket thrown casually over her shoulders. It was the kind of 'effortless style' that looked expensive without trying.
Probably because there was a beauty wearing those clothes, but no matter.
"I got a new recruit, a former Holy Maiden at that." I said as I slid into the seat next to her.
We shared a meal, fries, burgers, and milkshakes, the unofficial diet of guild founders everywhere.
"So, what's next?" Roygun asked between bites, leaning in close enough that her perfume teased my senses.
Fuck. That's hot.
It's like that scene from K*jima's hit game 'Alive Rescuing', where Fr*gile---er Durable is eating.
Yeah, that's hot.
"We've got the base. We've got the members. Now…"I leaned back, a small grin forming.
Her violet eyes sparkled. "Now?"
"The next step…" I paused, watching the night lights through the window. "Is The Underworld."
Roygun smiled as she leaned her head on my shoulder.. "Heh. Guess we're really doing this."
"Yep."
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Next Chapter: 047: Ecchi Delinquent Gets Accused By Drill-Hair Ojou-sama! "How Dare You Take My Dearest Brother's Manhood Away!"
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Trivia Time! (Againx46!!)
Did you know(ofc)
After going his separate ways with TNK following the Troubled Production of BorN, Ichiei Ishibumi wrote DXD EX for the Blu-ray release to turn the season's last four episodes into an Alternate Continuity. The first episode of Hero effectively retcons the last four episodes of BorN.
Studios, man.
I still remember how Toei screwed with the Toriko anime...
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