chapter 6

Rias... wasn't sure how to react to the victory cheer.

Akeno had a theory. "He stands out by wearing a T-Rex hoodie over the standard uniform, so he must have a passion for Dinosaurs."

"What of it?" Konkeo asked, not sure where her Senior is going with this. "From the general public viewpoint, people would see him as childish, which explains why he was so happy about being asked out." She then sighed, "Shame he's being used."

Rias looked at Akeno. "Where are you going with this Akeno?" She asked her. "Not sure but we are getting off topic. We need a plan on what to do with him, in case he gets killed. I suggest you could give him one of your papers Rias" Akeno stated, getting things back on track. Rias nods, "I'll send out my familiar to follow him tomorrow and she'll give him a flyer. I'll know what to do by then." Akeno nods, "Then we got a plan ready."

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George was waiting around the shopping district for Yuuma. He wore a blue short-sleeve button-down shirt, khaki, and gray running shoes. He also combed his hair, shaved his beard, applied some cologne deodorant, and even took the time to deal with some acne on his face. He also brought besides his wallet, phone, watch, his bracelet, a packet of breath mints in his shirt pocket... as well as something else. Something he pray doesn't have to use. "I wonder what's taking so long? I've been here for an hour." He said, looking at his watch.

Out of nowhere, he was handed a small piece of paper by someone. "Here take a flyer, sir." He looks at the person. It was a lady that was slightly older than him, wearing revealing redish-pink clothes that had a slight bat motif to them. He took it and the lady left. He examined it. It was in Japanese writing with a red glyph on it. Unfortunately, he could hardly understand it. He internally sighed. 'I can speak Japanese moderately but understanding their writing is impossible! Good thing they can understand my English handwriting... after I brushed up on it, of course.'

"Oh George!" He turned his head her way and saw her. She wore a pink shirt that exposed a fair amount of her chest, blue short shorts, and white tennis shoes. She also has her hair up in a ponytail. She was also out of breath, as if she ran the entire way here, "I'm sorry! I couldn't decide what to wear!"

He quickly stuffed the flyer in his back pocket and turned to her, smiling. "It's ok. I understand. I can be a patient young man. . .. which depends on what or who I'm waiting for." He said accepting her apology. She smiles, "Thank goodness! Shall we get started?" She smiled softly, holding her left hand out. He smiled, "Lead the way, dear maiden." She grabbed his hand gently and lead him to a clothing shop. George felt a little bit of dread, but he tolerated it. They enter and she leads him around, while George also looks around, head on a swivel almost, absorbing all the sights, sounds, and smells as possible.

They look around at various items and clothes in a store. Yuuma noticed that George had a very particular taste when it came to clothing. He stated that while he has more than enough clothes for him, he's always looking if there's anything that sticks out to him in a positive manner, mainly shirts that have some kind of design on them. He saw something that he thought she would like: a red bracelet. She looked at it for a minute or two, but she did smile, "I like it." He smiled,

"Then I'll buy it." They put it a small shopping bag. "You wait near the register. I'll continue to look around and see if there's anything that strikes my fancy." She nods,

"I'll be sitting on that chair right there." She pointed at a chair near the fitting booths. He smiled and then he moved off, at a steady yet not fast pace. He combed every inch of the store. He almost passed by something that caught his eye before he stopped, walked backwards, then walked to it. He smiled and picked it up. He came back to her and showed her what he found.

A white T-shirt that had a red spot in the center with the Japanese letters for Gojira. She blinks a few times then nods, "If that's what you wanted." He nods, "I do." They head up to the register, wait in line, and when it's their turn next, he paid for their stuff, and they left. As they left, his stomach growled. Yuuma giggles a little bit, "Hungry, are we?"

George had a slight smirk, "Yeah, I got quite an appetite. Most people wonder where all the food goes since I stay so thin." He lightly patted his belly. "Though I'll do my best to not make a pig out of myself in front of you." She sighs, "Something tells me this is going to be an interesting lunch…" She said, quite nervous.

They found a simple diner that sold fast food, like burgers, fries, and shakes. They sit at a booth. A waiter soon came by and handed them two menus. George ordered a peanut butter shake medium, Chicken Bacon Swiss, along with Mozzarella sticks. Yuuma mainly ordered an iced tea and a chicken salad. Their waiter wrote their orders down, took their menus, and left.

George took a deep breath. "Ok while we wait... ask away." He stated, relaxing himself. She thought about this. "Was there any reason you accepted my request? I mean to be fair, for you know this could be an elaborate prank." George gave it some thought. "Well, when you live the rough life I've had to live, you have to be prepared for anything. Hence why I came packing some... defensive measures in case things go south for us; like say someone tries to mug us."

"I guess… but still why did you accept?" Yuuma asked. "Don't say anything negative but... I've had a life goal of passing on what I know to the next generation and I've been lonely for the longest time. No one has asked me out, either back home in LA or here... until now." He stated, with honesty.