Note: This is written [mostly] in the First Person Perspective (1st Person POV) as a challenge to myself to see how well I can write with it, so I suppose the reviews will tell.

Secondary Note: This story is partially inspired by three works: Fairy Tail Dragon Slayer's NarutoxRWBY crossover "Naruto the Sun God", Illusionary Reality's "The Devil's Dark Knight - Revamped" and what I feel is one of the most underestimated gems on this section, The King in White's "Irregular Metronome".

Et Cetera

Et cetera (/ɛtˈsɛtərə/; Latin pronunciation: [ɛt ˈkeːtɛra]) (rare: etceteros) (abbreviated to etc or &c) is a Latin expression that is used in English to mean "and other similar things", or "and so forth".

The T.V. was blaring several R-Rated sounds that would have probably gotten me in trouble anywhere else but here. I allowed a small smile to grace my lips as my fingers rapidly tapped against the controller, watching as my character on screen performed a series of actions that coordinated with the rapid pushes of the buttons.

"Ah! No! No!"

Ohhh! C-C-COMBO BREAKER!

"Yatta!"

"Kuso!"

I grinned, turning to stare at Matsuda, who had easily rage-quit, slamming his controller down into the ground, as his own female avatar on screen with the Gothic Lolita outfit collapsed into a field of slimy tentacles. Whereas my large breasted blonde haired character wearing a magical girl outfit did a large victory dance.

"Hah! See? Boobies beat butts every single time!"

Matsuda spun towards me, giving me a glare. "How can you say that Issei? Butts are the desire of every hot blooded male! Those sweet, wonderful, firm backsides! Think of sizes! The uses! To feel those firm buns!"

I gave him a blank look. "Butts have their own appeal, but they're second place to breasts. I can't believe you'd even consider them higher than breasts – breasts are the pinnacle of the female form!"

He shook his head in a lamenting manner. "Look Issei, breasts have their uses, but they eventually grow old and sag – "

"Oi! Oi! Oi!" I could already feel myself getting incredibly nauseous at the imagery. Sagging breasts were perhaps one of my worst nightmares. "Don't go blaspheming breasts here! And so what if they get wrinkly, it's better than what happens when butts grow old!"

He recoiled as though I slapped him. "No way!"

I rapidly turned my attention to the only other person in the room, who had been content simply watching the videogames post-match tentacle scene.

"Motohama, back me up here? Boobies or butts?"

Motohama gave a slow deliberating nod, before he spoke. "Thighs."

I gave him a deadpan stare. "You're hopeless."

I watched as Matsuda let out a sigh. "Fine, fine, I don't think we'll be agreeing to anything today, but I still say butts are the best! Have you seen Koneko-chan, the school's mascot? She doesn't have much going for her in the chest area, but she's got those buns!"

"And thighs." Motohama interjected, leaving me gazing at both of them and ignoring the slight twitch in my eyes.

"Forget it. Let's just put something else on before you two keep blaspheming the breast gods."

At that, Motohama immediately perked up. "Oh yeah! Wasn't there supposed to be some new erotic harem anime airing today?"

I shrugged. "I dunno."

Matsuda gasped, rapidly getting into my face. "There was! Issei! You have to watch this – it's all about a guy that has an alien princess randomly show up in his bathtub with this long tail that gets her really horny and is really sensitive and – "

I placed my hand on his face and pushed him back. "Geez – I get it, just put it on and stop talking already."

I laid back and sighed as I watched Motohama disconnect the game console, and shook my head at Matsuda's giddiness. We had been friends since the start of our first year in Kuoh Academy, and now we were second years. I still remembered my first day stepping through the halls of the previously all-girl academy, and I may have been a little too enthusiastic about showing my appreciation for their forms. Maybe. Just a smidgen.

It wasn't my fault, well, not really. I was a hot blooded teenage boy enjoying his youth! There shouldn't be anything wrong with getting a little excited, considering how Kuoh Academy's uniforms seemed tailored to always allow panty flashes!

Still though, it was two years gone, and one to go. I wondered if I ever would get a girlfriend at this rate, it would be nice. Aside from the obvious benefits of finally getting to grope some actual fleshy mounds in my hands and take foot off the ground called virginity, I wouldn't really mind having someone to talk to other than Motohama and Matsuda.

"Oh! It's starting!

I sat upright in front of the television, as I listened to the theme song of the anime that had a pink-haired main female lead with a long, black slender tail. I noticed Matsuda already looking giddier, and paid no real heed to whether or not it was his hands in his pockets that caused the protusion in his pants or something else entirely.

"Trust me Issei, I can already see the markets being flooded with doujinshi for this anime!"

I shook my head and grinned. I supposed this was why I was friends with these two, as they wore their hearts so easily on their sleeve that I didn't have to worry about them complaining about my own perverted desires when theirs was much clearer. Of course, I was lucky that Matsuda's parents weren't around, as they usually were occupied at this time which allowed the three of us to sit down and watch hentai or play eroge games on the big TV in his living room.

This evening would have been just like any other, until the television screen singing the high-pitched tune of the girly J-Pop theme song, rapidly switched over to something else.

"We interrupt your regular viewing to bring you a special news broadcast."

I heard as Matsuda gave a loud annoyed groan, and Motohama who had previously been perusing through a doujinshi sat up and adjusted his glasses.

"This is happening live! We have received reports across the world of three unidentified individuals appearing and engaging in a battle with inhuman powers and abilities never before recorded in human history. Taking you now to our correspondents in Paris."

There was a brief uneasiness that settled between three of us in the room, as all of us turned our gazes to each other at that moment.

"Reporting live from Paris! As you can see, people are running and fleeing through the streets in terror as the battle of these unidentified beings has reached this point and – oh, oh – T-t-they – t-they have have just proceeded to tear down the Eiffle Tower and – OH MY GO –"

There was an image of a giant scrap of metal launched towards the camera, before it went dark, and the slow, sound of static filled the room. The camera had rapidly returned to the Japanese news studio, where a similar silence filled the anchors.

"H-hey now... Issei, Motohama… this, this is a practical joke right? T-they are playing a prank on us right?"

My stomach felt uneasy, and I suddenly had the urge to rush to toilet, yet at the same time I could feel my hands began to grow colder and colder, and become moist all at once.

"Live in New York! I've never seen a-anything like it! There is panic and mass hysteria as bodies are flying through buildings, and what has been identified as a pale-eyed woman with horns on her head has just utterly devastated the Statue of Liberty! Lady Liberty's head is now soaring through the air and it is – oh – OH SHIT SHIT SHIT! – "

Once more, static and darkness, before the television returned back to the Japanese news room. I could see the news anchor, Mitsudo Ayaka, already shaking slightly in her seat, and suddenly the sound of my own heartbeats rapidly began to reach my ears as I found my mouth coalescing saliva.

"Reporting from Rio De Janeiro! These unidentified beings have proven themselves faster than any living creature previously documented! The first has been identified as a woman, with horn-like appendages, and three eyes. With the aid of expert slow motion cameras, we have been able to identify the golden and black blurs as two males - h-hey! What are you doing? Give him back that camera! St-!"

There was a crazed man on the screen, eyes panicky, hair messy, and nearly almost frothing at the mouth.

"The WORLD is ENDING! It is over! THEY HAVE COME TO KILL US ALL! MANKIND is BEING PUNISHED!"

The view of the man was obstructed as the camera showed only the ground, and instead all we heard was the audio.

"Sir, sir, step away from –"

"It's the END! This is what we get for signing contracts with devils! This is GOD's RETRIBUTION!"

"Sir, put the gun down – sir, kindly put the weapon – "

The heavy echo of a gunshot sounded so loudly I flinched backwards, almost as though the weapon had been fired beside me.

Then, once more, static, and darkness.

I could hear my own heavy breathing, feel the tingling of my skin as goosebumps ran up and down it, and my stomach continued to feel as though someone had placed a vortex deep within. I couldn't move, and I tried to open my mouth to say something, but all of us, all three of us found ourselves spellbound by inactivity.

"This just in, mass lootings and riots are going on all over the world as pandemonium slowly begins to seep in. The United Nations and the Governments of the World are trying to restore order by informing citizens to keep calm and remain in their houses. Law Enforcement officials are attempting to dispel the looters, and a mandatory curfew has now been enforced –"

My cellphone rang, the vibrations and the upbeat tone of the female voice I had allocated as my ringtone aided in snapping me out of stupor. I felt my cold shaky hands slowly move into my pockets and brought the device out, instantly recognizing the number as that of my mother.

"Oh thank Kami he picked up! Issei-kun? Issei-kun? Are you alright?"

"Ka-san? I'm fine are you and tou-san –"

"Your father and I are alright Issei-kun. Where are you?"

"I'm over at Matsuda's house – my friend from school –"

"Alright Issei-kun. Just, stay there for now, the streets aren't safe, don't try to rush home, just stay there, and – "

The phone line went dead and I could feel my heart instantly stop.

"Ka-san? Ka-san?"

I rapidly tried the number back, only to hear the automated voice service telling me that the number was unavailable.

I could not breathe, my chest felt tight as I felt the dire need to rush back home as quickly as I could.

"I-Issei… look at this…"

My eyes turned to Motohama, who had brought out his phone and was rapidly scrolling through the internet. Everything, everywhere, on every page, on every screen, all of it was talking about the mysterious otherworldly beings.

#ENDTIMES OMG Is dis really d end of the world?!

#alieninvasion I fukin knew it! Aliens r ril! We all gonna die!

#APOCALYPSE Fck everything! The world is goin to shit!

#JudgmentDay IT IS JUDGMENT DAY! HAVE WE MISSED HEAVEN?! IS THIS GOD's WILL?!

Hashtags on everything and everyone was either covering up the panic, or asking questions. No one had answers, and it seemed to be making everything worse as minutes flew by.

I pushed aside his mobile device as I moved to change out of the comfort slippers and back into my shoes, scowling as I forced them on.

"I-Issei? What are you doing? Where are you going?"

"Home. I need to find out if my parents are safe."

"Are you insane? Didn't you listen to what they said?"

Of course I had listened. I had listened very well. Even now I was fighting down the urge for my legs to start shaking, and ignoring the constant heavy thumps that I could hear in my ears. Screw it, I was the only one my parents had, and they were the only ones I would ever bother calling my parents. If I couldn't at least rush over home to figure out what was going on, and to make sure they were safe, what kind of crummy son was I?

"Issei think about this! The safest place right now is inside, going outside will simply get you –"

There was the echo of a tremendous roar, the house shook and creaked, as giant, heaving thuds resounded, continued resounding, faster and faster as my heartbeat grew louder in my ears and the air seemed to be growing thinner and thinner.

"W-what is th –"

I never completed that sentence.

A giant purple thing tore through the roof, descending down and slamming straight into the midst of our center, raining wood and metal on our forms as the initial force of the impact sent me soaring through the wooden door of the house.

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

My body was screaming as though it had been lit on fire, tears stung at the corners of my eyes as I landed out on the street with a heavy thud, my back shrieking for mercy from the punishment it was enduring. My vision swam, the world spinning all along with it as the sharp ringing in my ears began to grow dull.

Splinters ran down my arm and it was bleeding heavily from having crashed through the door. I groaned as one particularly large piece of wood was imbedded deep into the flesh, just stopping before my elbow. I grit my teeth as I pulled it out, swearing as the jagged piece of wood eventually left with a sickening wet squelch. I tossed it to the side and panted, realizing that I was losing a lot of blood, and finding myself out of breath as I stared up to the sky.

My gaze turned upwards, to the light of the illuminating moon which cast upon a figure that made my heart stop for the second time that day.

It was a giant, a titan, a colossal warrior of purplish energy, taller than any mountain I had ever seen or attempted to climb, larger than anything I had ever read about in history books. It looked almost like a samurai, covered entirely in armor, and it seemed not to care about anything or anyone, as it charged and trampled buildings, people and cars underfoot.

My entire body was shaking as I watched the giant warrior leave, unable to avert my gaze from it for even the slightest of seconds, as the sounds of sirens blared all through the background, overheard by the polyphonic screams and yells that followed.

In no time at all, the sounds of fighter jets of the Air Force hit my ears, and I watched as they zoomed rapidly overhead, going in chase of the giant purple warrior.

My throat felt vaguely dry and it was only the feeling of blood running down my left arm and the stinging sensation of pain that aided in rapidly snapping my attention back to the immediate surroundings.

I didn't understand anything that was going on, all I did understand was that I had been blown through Matsuda's door, rather than being trampled underfoot, so I forced myself up, biting down on my lip as I negotiated with my body to ignore the pain, and stared at the house that I had been forced through.

I sharply inhaled.

It could not even be considered a house anymore, with only a few windows and walls being upright, with no roof at all to speak of, and with it being a large pile of wood, metal, and other items of debris.

I forced myself to stand even as my knees buckled, and staggered over to the house, my left foot dragging slowly behind my right, as I held by injured left arm with my somewhat undamaged right.

"M-M-Matsuda? M-M-Motohama? G-g-guys?"

I could not see any of them. They were gone.

No, not gone. Buried.

They were buried deep under a pile of debris, as my eyes widened on finding a hand stuck out and flailing uselessly from underneath, a hand I could easily recognize from how often I had given it a high-five and how often I had fistbumped with it.

"Motohama! Hold on! I'll – I'll – "

I began to realize that there was nothing I could do. My left hand was useless as it was, I could barely stand and walk, and there was no way I could remove the debris from on top of him with both of my hands because I did not have that much strength to begin with, so doing it with one hand was completely unlikely. Attempting to remove the debris with one-hand while slowly getting dizzier from blood loss and suffering what must have been a concussion was impossible.

I still tried anyway.

"Hang on Motohama!"

My right hand dug into the dirt and debris, moving objects over with heavy grunts as quickly as I could manage. I let out a roar of effort as I pushed over a couch, using both of my hands for that feet and ignoring as blood began to gush out faster from it, staining my uniform and drenching me red. I growled as I lifted aside the television feeling my muscles beginning to cry from their exertion, and my knees wane in strength from each and every object I pushed through.

I did not stop because his hand was still flailing, because he was still alive, because I could not lose my friend, because the world had gone to hell and I needed people who could make sense of any of this, who could make sense of anything.

In the end, with a final grunt, I cleared through the last bits and pieces of dust and debris, and found the coughing, injured and bleeding form of Motohama underneath.

"I-I-Issei? Y-you –"

"Come on! Let's find Matsuda together and then we need to get you to a hospital!"

I gestured my arm out to him, and at the very least he still had the strength needed to take it, as he leaned on my shoulder.

My vision began to fade, as black and white spots began appearing left and right, and I grit my teeth as I shook my head.

No, not yet. I couldn't afford to pass out just yet! I needed to find Matsuda and make sure he was safe. I needed to get to a hospital and make sure everyone was okay. I needed to find my parents, and hope to heavens that they were also in one piece.

I couldn't… pass out… just… yet…

"Issei? ISSEI!"