14Issei could only watch as the spear went through his gut, coughing up blood as his vision faded. Raynare grinned, but stopped as she felt something strike her from behind. The feeling was like a blade had sliced into her skin and cut deep. The next slice caused her to cry out and collapse, blood pooling below her form. Above her was a woman that looked no older than twenty or twenty one years old, eyes looking upon her in mild disgust. Raynare could see something else in the woman's eyes, cold and cruel.
"Seems this little crow has learned that it is not the raptor that hunts and kills." The woman said flatly, licking the blood off her hands like it was finely made sauce.
The fallen angel whimpered, unable to move out of fear and terror. The woman finished licking her fingers and seemed to decide on her fate in that moment. With a small smile, the woman kicked Raynare in the head, knocking the supernatural being out cold before turning to Issei's fallen body. Walking over and kneeling next to him, she gently brushed his bangs out of his eyes and cooed. Her next words seemed to chill the air and make it grow colder.
"My little Nomura sired son, it's been a long, long time...Mommy's home~." She said before giggling, her arms picking up the boy and leaving the fallen angel behind.
With a groan, Issei woke up, his dreams filled with the images of a woman with an insane smile and soft but deadly eyes. Slowly sitting up, he jumped as he saw the same woman in an armchair across from him, speaking in a gently but cold tone to his parents.
"...And I've come to take my son back and raise him, at the privately owned Aichi Symbiosis Academy. Yes, I know of the "correcting" they do there but he won't go through that, they'll have to defeat me first beforehand to even touch him. Besides, his father is there learning as well." She said, a smile forming on her lips as she sipped from a cup.
Mrs. Hyoudou frowned before nodding in acceptance. "I see...at least tell me if you'll make sure he finishes his schoolwork and do his best."
The woman nodded, "If he doesn't, then I'll have to correct it myself, nothing too harmful but lasting to remind him to not do it again."
The two elder Hyoudou's nodded before getting up and leaving Issei and the woman alone in the living room. She looked at Issei and her eyes softened before she got up, putting the cup on the coffee table, walking over and kneeling next to him. Her hand gently ran through his hair, making him relax instinctively before smiling.
"Guess you haven't forgotten me completely, my son." She said, her smile losing some of its coldness.
"Y-your son?" Issei squeaked, he looked nothing like her!
"Yes, Issei, you are my son, my flesh and blood. But it seems you have gained the attention of the world you were born into earlier than expected." She mused quietly.
"What do you mean?" Issei said, not really understanding what she was saying.
The woman smiled and sat on the coffee table, looking him over with calm but soft gaze. Issei shivered but returned her gaze with one of confusion.
"I am Amou Kirukiru, your biological mother, half devil half human daughter of a Devil and a human." She said, her eyes growing icy. "I have come to collect you after I was forced to abandon you, luckily, the Hyoudou's took you in."
Issei blinked then rubbed his cheeks, still confused, this woman looked no younger than twenty. How in the world could she be his mother? She seemed to notice his frustration and chuckled lightly.
"You and I are part Devil, my little Issei, we age much more slowly that the common human populace will. You look like your fourteen to fifteen years old but your older than that, yes?" Amou said, as if she wanted him to answer it for himself.
He could only nod before laying back down, his head starting to ache from the revelation.
"We'll be leaving tomorrow for Aichi Symbiosis Academy, your adoptive parent have already gotten the paperwork done and they have already signed over the work needed and seen the proof of my claim to being your mother." Amou said, standing up and looking at Issei.
She turned towards the stairs to head to his room before stopping and looking back at him. "I would suggest you say goodbye to those you call your friends and family, once we leave, we're not coming back."
Issei groaned before finding a phone to call up his friends one last time as his mother went up the stairs to pack his bags.
Amou Kirukiru looked at her phone as the plane leveled out, her son next to her in their first class seats. Of course, it had taken a great deal of explanation for Issei to believe that he was indeed her son, the little mistake (not really for her) that was the conception of herself and her love interest, Nomura Fudou. Sure, he had been very young at the time but he never remembered the incident, he was a child when it happened after all.
Sixteen years had separated herself and her son, allowing Nomura to grow up into the handsome man she knew he would be.
Her fingers quietly put in the number to the head of the Academy, as she put in an earpiece to talk without having to distract Issei. The phone rang twice before the headmaster of the academy answered, her voice crisp.
"Hello?"
Amou smiled coolly "Hello Headmaster, I do hope you know why I am calling?"
The woman on the other end was silent before consenting that she did. Amou's smile grew before she continued crisply.
"Then you know that since Aichi Symbiosis Academy is my territory, you have no real power to remove me from my land. Now, I believe you have a new student, one Issei Kirukiru, formerly Hyoudou."
"I do, Miss Kirukiru…" The solemn answer came, resigned.
"Good...Good, now, I expect a suite for me and my son in the Girl's dorms, with all the bells and whistles…" Amou almost ended the call before adding, "Oh, and tell no one of my "re-transfer", Headmaster."
The woman sighed "I'll do my best, good day, Miss Kirukiru."
The call ended. Amou could only smile, what a surprise she had in store for her man, Nomura. Pulling the earpiece from her ear, Amou pulled out a book and started reading it as the plane continued it's flight onwards.
