Haru spotted Issei looking down at the cars passing by underneath him. He looked like he was contemplating. Most likely what porn he should tug to next but he might have been wrong.
Geez, he looks… pathetic just standing there. Albion said. Haru kinda had to agree on that one.
"Yo, Issei." Haru greeted. Issei looked up towards him, not sure how he should react.
"Uh, hey dude. Haru right?" he said somewhat nervously. Haru grinned at him and offered his hand for a shake.
"Fuckin' finally, someone got it right." Haru said with a laugh, confusing Issei.
Issei raised an eyebrow, but shook Haru's hand anyway. "What do you mean?"
Removing his hand from Issei's, he rubbed the back of his head. "Well, people always call me Namikaze. It's not that I dislike my name but I always feel like I've pissed off whoever's talking to me when they say my last name. So thank you for getting it right the first time." Haru said gladly.
Issei smiled."Uh, yeah no problem man. So was there something you needed me for?"
"I wanted to ask you a question." Issei nodded. "How's your luck with the ladies?" He asked slyly. Issei spluttered and churned out excuse after broken, mumbled excuse. Haru just laughed.
"Look, I uh… My luck is just fuckin' terrible. I get it, I'm a perv and a loser who hangs around with other pervs and losers. It's a hopeless man." Issei admitted miserably. Haru smiled and put a hand on Issei' shoulder.
"Dude, relax. You're selling yourself short. Listen, you might be surprised how lucky you might be. Life has a funny way of screwing with us weird little things called humans. Anyways man, I gotta get going. Shit to do, noobs to kill, and get promoted to Challenger V." He waved as he walked away, smiling smugly to himself.
Haru, you are a lazy bastard at the best of times but god dammit, you are a bad ass. he thought to himself.
So, thinking to yourself your new thing?
What of it Albion?
It's just that I'm right here.
Your point being? This is getting a tiny bit weird.
So why not make conversation with me instead of thinking to yourself?
The fuck is this about? Dude, are you seriously telling me you get lonely in there?
Well it's not like there's anything in here to keep me company! Ouch.
Mother fucker! Ugh, I guess I walked into that one. Alright you win this time ass hole!
So… How's your day? Are you fucking serious?
You're kidding right? Dude, you're in my head. Haru was getting pissed off, which was a rarity. He was also struggling not to laugh hysterically at how absurd this conversation would sound to a mind reader or something.
Ugh, you never just make polite conversation with me. You need to work on your communication skills.
And you need to stop being a damn smart ass. For a while there was silence between the two. Haru just carried on walking, ignoring everything as he was still kinda pissed at Albion. Seriously, what was it with that damn dragon? He sounds like a needy girlfriend or something, which was a really, really scary thought.
Look, Albion—
Nope. Not talking to you until we're back at the house. Albion said with finality. Yup, exactly like a needy girlfriend. Add menstruating to that.
Dude seriously—
Nope. The silence prevailed again. You're sleeping on the sofa tonight.
Late evening, the Namikaze household.
Haru kicked off his trainers with a sigh. It had been a little more interesting of a day than usual. And interesting usually means effort, something Haru just wasn't very liberal with unless he had a very good reason. For example if his jungler was absolute trash or a team mate was feeding the enemy team or a team mate was in his lane. This is League speak by the way. Then he'd do everything in his power to wreck the enemy team, and feel good pushing that report button.
Not even five minutes after getting through the door, he was on his PC, happily clicking away at the start of his promotional match. "Here I come, Challenger V, here I come." Now I don't want to bore you with the details of his match, but the short story is he won. Only by a hair's breadth though.
Reclining in his leather computer revelling in his well earned victory, he suddenly felt an immense force from behind him and he was, for the first time in years, absolutely terrified. A bead of cold sweat trickled from his forehead and he gulped loudly. He turned in his chair to see one of the beings he hoped he'd never see in his lifetime.
"Ophis." he said, strangely calm, but freaking the fuck out in his mind. Even Albion was silent and that was never good in the face of a potential threat. The young black haired girl stared at him blankly with those dull grey eyes. She wore a black and purple lolita outfit. She turned her head to the side, as if questioning him.
"What are you doing here?" Haru said, at least trying to sound respectful. She continued to stare and it was really starting to scare the shit out of him.
"My dimension, it's not mine anymore." she said softly. She was sitting on his bed and looked comfortable enough, but despite how harmless she looked, Haru knew not to take any chances.
"I want your help." she continued expressionlessly. By want, she implied he had no choice. Didn't take a genius to figure that out.
"I uh… what? There's so many stronger people to ask. Really, whatever drove you out of your dimension, I can't help you with that." Haru said, hoping to convince her to just leave him be and take her aura of pants-shitting terror with her.
"Yes you can. And you will. I'll train you." She said, not quite demanding but the underlying command was there. Haru sighed, knowing there was no escape.
"Fine, geez. I don't know what's so fascinating about me that you'd come to me for help but whatevs." Haru said with resignation. Ophis still sat with that empty look on her face, idly swinging her legs off the edge of his bed. "You must be pretty desperate to come to me for help. Anyone would be." he muttered in the last part. "I guess you can stay here for now. There's a spare room just down the hall so just take it. It's clean so don't worry about dust." Ophis just got up and went to the room, entered then closed the door.
After several minutes of rebooting his thoroughly fucked mind. "I'm too tired for this shit." He jumped onto his bed and tried to drift off. But Albion decided to make himself heard.
Oh, so I'm not enough for you? You need another dragon around? Typical.
Alright seriously dude, what the actual fuck? What's gotten into you?
Nothing, I'm fine.
Oh don't pull that "It's fine" bullshit with me! Come on man what's up?
It's nothing, really. I just have a lot of feelings right now.