Fallen in DXD

[Sona Pov]

I didn't waste any time heading toward the Occult Research Club room. Rias also needed to be informed of this new development.

A Fallen Angel had been living in Kuoh for years, completely unnoticed. He also had the time to train himself enough to reached high class. Rias and I had only been in Kuoh for two years, yet during this time, he managed to conceal his aura while keeping his distance from us. In all honesty, it was quite impressive. 

As I entered, I immediately spotted Rias lounging on the couch, a cup of tea in her hand. Akeno was beside her, pouring another cup with her usual serene expression. Kiba sat in the corner, flipping through a book, and Koneko was laying on the opposite couch, quietly eating snacks.

Rias looked at me with surprise . "Sona. You usually don't make your way down here. What's the occasion?"

I didn't bother with pleasantries. I stepped forward and placed the thin file on the table between us. "We need to talk."

Her happy smile faded slightly. "Oh?" She leaned forward, intrigued. "What about?"

I adjusted my glasses. "A student. One that we should have noticed long ago."

Rias frowned, sensing the shift in my tone.

"Who?"

I met her gaze. "Sosuke Salvatore."

The name didn't register with her.

"I don't recognize that name," Rias admitted, looking around her peerage for possible answers.

Kiba surprisingly looked up dropping some information.

"Ah, I do recall him. I remember that he seems to have the same predicament with women as I do. He is always distant to their advances though."

The Rias spoke after with a joking smile " Wow Sona, I'm surprised you're show interested a pretty boy."

I decided on ignoring that comment "I'll get to why it's so interesting we haven't noticed him, but first a little background on him"

I continued. "I looked into his records. He was born and raised in Kuoh, living at the old church with his mother, Maria Salvatore, until she passed away recently."

Rias's brow furrowed. "The church? But no one has romotely been there since—"

"Since Cleria Belial's death," I finished for her. "It was noted that a nun and her son were permitted to stay there, but that was it. After Cleria death it would seem the church and its inhabitants were forgotten about."

Rias said with disinterest. "Alright. Why does this matter?"

I studied her carefully. "Because it would seem that child was a Fallen Angel."

Rias brow rose. "Well that's interesting… any clue on how strong he could be?"

"Six wings, so at our level or stronger depending on his skill set and the potency of his light."

The room froze.

Rias sat up straight. "A high class Fallen Angel has been living in our town for years… and we never noticed."

I shrugged "There is also to account that he has been training since he was 6 years old when his wings awakened. We also haven't been looking for threats, so just concealing his aura was enough the skate on by. He has probably been keeping way from Koneko, deliberately."

Rias nodded. "So, How did you find out he had six wings anyway?"

I met her gaze. "Because he showed me."

Akeno widened her eyes. "Oh? Just… showed you?"

I nodded. "I don't believe it was in any way a boast or threat as he put them away pretty quickly after. I think he just wanted to let me confirm with my eyes that he was a fallen."

Rias questioned. "Is he with Grigori?"

I shook my head. "No. He has no ties to them. I've even stooped as low as asking my sister for help getting information from Azazel about him."

A Fallen Angel not aligned with Grigori? Most Fallen flocked to Azazel, if only for protection. But Sosuke hadn't. That alone made him an anomaly.

Rias drummed her fingers on the table. "What else do we know?"

I sighed. "Not much. He's lived at the church his whole life, never drawing attention to himself. If he had kept his distance, we might have never noticed him. The only reason we found out is because he didn't seem to care about hiding anymore."

Akeno's questioned. "So… he's just living peacefully at the church?"

"Yes." I folded my arms. "It would seem that's all he wants."

Rias studied me. "And you believe him?"

I met her gaze. "I have no reason not to."

Rias rested her chin on her hand. "So, what do you suggest?"

I pushed up my glasses. "For now? Nothing."

Rias raised an eyebrow. "Nothing?"

I nodded. "He's lived in Kuoh his entire life without causing problems. He had every opportunity to be dangerous, and he chose not to be. That tells me he doesn't want a fight. And considering he recently lost his mother, the last thing we should do is push him. Plus with both of us and our peerages I'm sure we be able to handle him if he goes rogue."

Rias considered this for a long moment. Then, finally, she nodded. "Fine. We'll watch him, and not provoke him." She glanced at me "But you wouldn't be opposed to me inviting this peaceful fallen to my peerage would you?"

"I don't see why not, but I'm fairly certain he will say no." 

Rias shrugged with a playfull smile "There is no harm in trying, not everyday you get a chance like this, right?"

I looked at her, with a blank face as I was sure she was gonna pull some perverse stunt to draw him in. 

Sending a quick good luck to Sosuke, I made my exit.

[Sosuke POV]

"Achoo! Well, I bet Sona's ratting me out Rias." I said to my self as I walked home

The walk home was peaceful, the quiet of the afternoon settling over the streets. But after a few minutes, I noticed something odd. A presence.

Subtle, persistent.

I glanced over my shoulder and blinked.

A small, white cat with hazel eyes sat a few feet behind me, tail wrapped neatly around its paws, staring up at me like it had something to say.

"…Are you following me?" I asked curiously.

The cat didn't respond—obviously. It just blinked at me with those oddly intelligent eyes.

Shaking my head, I turned and kept walking. A few steps later, I glanced back.

Still there.

My lips twitched. Alright then.

I continued toward the church, occasionally checking over my shoulder. The little thing kept its distance, but it was clearly trailing after me. By the time I reached the front steps, I finally gave in and crouched down.

"You're persistent, aren't you?" I muttered, reaching out a hand.

The cat hesitated only for a second before stepping forward, pressing its head against my palm. Its fur was softer than I expected, and it was surprisingly clean. Not your typical street stray.

"…You don't belong to anyone, do you?"

The cat purred, rubbing its head against my fingers.

I sighed. "Fine, you can come inside for a bit."

Scooping it up, I carried it into the church, cradling it loosely against my chest. It didn't squirm or try to escape—just observed everything with quiet curiosity. I took it to the kitchen, setting it down while I rummaged through the fridge.

"Not sure what you eat, but I've got fish." I pulled out some leftovers and put them on a small plate before setting it on the floor.

The cat sniffed at the offering before nibbling on it with surprising delicacy.

I leaned against the counter, watching. "You're pretty well-mannered for a stray."

The cat didn't acknowledge me, just continued eating like it owned the place. When it finally finished, it trotted over and let out a soft meow.

I arched my brow. "What?"

Instead of answering—because obviously, it couldn't—it jumped onto the windowsill and stared outside at the garden. Its tail flicked, ears twitching slightly.

"…You want to go outside?" I asked, half-joking, but when the cat turned to look at me expectantly, I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, alright."

I stepped outside, taking in the familiar sight of the garden. The flowers are in carefully arranged rows—I even started a vegetable garden on the opposite side of the yard while taking care of my mother to keep busy with myself. I'm pretty proud of my work here, all my mother's favorite flowers and a separate garden growing tomatoes, lettuce, garlic, etc…

Grabbing a small spade, I knelt by one of the flower beds and got to work. The cat, instead of wandering off, curled up beside me, its hazel eyes tracking my every move like it was studying me.

"You really are something else," I muttered, pressing the soil around a budding flower. The cat flicked its tail in response, looking way too smug for an animal.

Still, I found myself relaxing. It was… nice, having quiet company.

As the first night without my mother began, I didn't feel all that alone.

Summer arrived before I even realized it.

The past month had passed in a quiet, almost rhythmic routine—school, home, studying, gardening and training. Nothing eventful, which I found odd as I was sure Rias would have started poking her nose in my business, but luckily no such thing happened.

I had placed at the top of the first years in the final exams, not that it was much of an accomplishment. Compared to what I had studied during my university years, high school here was laughably simple. I didn't even have to put in much effort.

But the best part of my days had nothing to do with school.

Every afternoon, without fail, Shiro would be waiting for me at the church gates. The small, white cat sat there like a tiny guardian, his hazel eyes sharp yet calm, tail curling around his paws as if he knew I'd be back. I never really questioned how he always seemed to know when I'd arrive—maybe he just had good instinct of time.

I'd pick him up, carrying him in one arm as I walked back home.

"School was as dull as ever," I'd mutter. "The teachers gave me a small warning saying I should take more time and revise my work because I finished the exam too fast, I just ignored him and left. What, was I supposed to stare at the paper for twenty more minutes and pretend I was looking through my work?"

Shiro would flick his tail, as if agreeing that such an idea was absurd.

Cooking for two became part of the routine. I made two meals—one for myself, and one for him. He had the refined palate for fish, which I quickly learned after he rejected dry food with a judgmental stare.

"Picky little thing," I had muttered at the time.

I tried giving him a name, too. A proper one. But nothing seemed to stick—because he refused to acknowledge any of them.

"Kuro?" No reaction.

"Yuki?" Still nothing.

"Alright, how about something cool? Like Raijin?" He just blinked at me, completely unimpressed.

Eventually, I settled on 'Shiro.' Simple. Too simple, in my opinion.

"You realize this is the most boring name possible, right?" I had told him. "It literally just means 'white.'"

Shiro, of course, did not care.

So, Shiro it was.

That was my life. School, home, cooking, gardening, and talking to a cat who seemed more intelligent than any normal feline should be. And honestly? I just chalked it up to animals adapting to the magic in the air.

Then summer break started.

And Shiro disappeared.

The first day, I assumed he was just wandering somewhere. Maybe chasing birds or doing whatever cats did when they weren't lazing around. But then a second day passed. And a third.

By the fourth day, I was actively searching.

I checked the streets near the church, wandered down alleys, even went as far as the school in case he had decided to follow me one morning and gotten lost. Nothing. No sign of him.

Every evening, I stood by the church gates, waiting, half-expecting to see him sitting there like always. But each time, there was only silence.

For the first time in a while, I felt lonely. But I'm sure he will come back, one of these days.

[Koneko Pov]

Observing Sosuke Salvatore through Shiro's eyes had been… interesting, in the sense that he wasn't quite what I expected.

He just seemed like your typical teenager—bored with school, mildly annoyed by the people around him, and always mumbling his thoughts out loud. 

He complained to Shiro about how dull his classes were, how easy the exams had been, and how the women at school needed to take a cold shower with the hungry looks they kept throwing his way. It was amusing hearing him so exasperated about it.

But what really caught my attention was what he did outside of school.

Everyday after he finished caring for his garden, he would train in his magic.

His light wasn't golden like most angels or fallen—it was silver, gleaming like moonlight.

I knew there were some that had their own signature color other than gold, but it was rather pretty to look at.

And he wielded his magic with impressive skill.

Chains of silver light shot from his back at lightning speed, wrapping around trees, crushing boulders, and moving with precision like that of a snake. They seemed like extensions of himself, responding to his every command.

But chains weren't his only weapon.

He wielded a light weapon like all fallen did. His took the form of a trident. I watched through Shiro's eyes as he hurled it across the training ground, making it vanish and reappear in his grasp with ease.

After training, he often sat down and talked to Shiro—meaning I heard everything too.

"I've got those magic circle down that everyone else is using, all really really had to do was think about it and they popped up. Now I can use pull Gilgamesh strat if I'm in trouble and muticaste" he spoke excitedly one evening, lying in the grass, staring at the sky.

"There is also a special little bit of illusion magic I'm working on, if I can figure it out I'll be able to trick the eyes into thinking I'm somewhere I'm not, like Itachi. Definitely can't do the overpowered stuff he could do with his eyes, but at least I'd be able to do the look over there trick he does to his brother. Just imagine how awesome that would be, Shiro? I'm just running into a block, manipulating light to make illusions is tricky, it involves using the light to trick the brain through the light receptors in the eyes but I don't have anyone to practice with…"

I didn't know who Itachi and Gilgamesh are, but judging from the way Sosuke spoke about them, they must've been someone powerful.

Rias was growing more and more interested in Sosuke the more I spoke about his training.

Every time I shared something new, she would hum thoughtfully, deep in thought. She wasn't just listening—she was analyzing him, piecing together what kind of person he was. It didn't take a genius to figure out what that meant. She wanted him. And knowing Rias, she'd probably try using some seductive method to catch his interest, he was a man after all. Though, I did forget to mention he has been annoyed with the lustful stares he received on a daily bases.

But as for me…

I was interested in something else entirely.

His cooking.

I could feel the sheer joy Shiro experienced whenever he ate the meals Sosuke made. The warmth, the richness of flavor, the unexpected skill in every dish—it was enough to make my stomach growl. Sosuke didn't just cook; he crafted meals as if it were art, and the fact that Shiro got to eat gourmet fish dishes every night?

I was jealous.

Maybe instead of just watching, I should get something out of this too. I wonder if I can get him to cook for me.