He bought the girl a plethora of sweets at the assurance that yes, she would stop following him and return from whence she came.
She did leave, and he was allowed to return home without a tail.
However, she began to follow him again the next day, and the next day, and the day after, until a week had passed. The other Devils she associated with kept their distance, but he could feel their eyes on him at almost every waking moment he spent within the walls of Kuoh Academy. To make matters worse, he was also being watched by the Student Council President and her group, who lo and behold, were also Devils.
He almost, and he stressed the word almost, wanted an Angel to come along to spice things up a bit.
Instead he got a psychotic exorcist.
"Hey, shitty Devil, stop ignoring me and face me like a man!"
Yet again, Makoto was leading a tail away from the main city and from the prying eyes that lay within. This time, instead of a cat eared Devil, he had a foul mouthed exorcist carrying a bible and gun following close behind. Makoto knew that he was looking for a fight.
He clearly kept saying so.
"You keep ignoring me and I am going to rip your fucking head off and stick my dick down your neck!"
Makoto turned his head to regard the man with a blank face, though he did not stop his walking. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"So the shitty Devil can speak! Finally! I was beginning to think I was about to kill my first mute freak of your kind!"
The Wild Card had to admit that he was creative with his insults, if disgusting and obviously offensive.
"Go away."
"Go fuck yourself, I am going to show you a night you wont forget and paint this forest fucking red with your blood!"
Makoto finally stopped and turned to face the man face on, deeming himself far enough away from civilization to defend himself aptly without fear of collateral damage in the way of lost lives.
"What did I do to you?"
"You breathed in the same fucking air as me, shitty Devil, now its time to pay the price!" The exorcist laughed in a rather demented fashion before flourishing a large silver pistol and what appeared to be a… light saber?
Where the hell did this guy get a light saber?
He didn't have time to ponder on the weapon the man was wielding, instead he was forced to leap to the left in an unnatural display of agility and perception as no less than five bullets collided where he was standing moments before.
The Blade of Lucifer once more appeared in his grasp while he began to channel his energy actively instead of allowing it to remain coiled up within him. He was not going to hold back a second time, certainly not against this foul mouthed fool.
A pillar of darkness erupted from a seal that appeared beneath the exorcists feet, though he was a bit quicker than the activation time and dodged before he could be hit. He didn't dodge the second that appeared where he was to land.
The Mudo spell tore through the exorcists sword wielding arm like a knife through butter, causing the offending limb to drop to the ground and rapidly decay.
The roar of agony and perhaps anger that greeted Makoto was one he was expecting. Pushing his advantage, Makoto raced forward with his blade poised to take his opponents head from his shoulder.
The Blade of Lucifer dug in to the metal of the silver gun his opponent wielded with his only remaining arm, the exorcist having blocked his attack at the last second. A second blow was blocked in much the same way, though the crimson blade was doing far too much damage to the handgun for his opponent to keep blocking his attacks.
Upon the third blow, the exorcists gun was cut in two. His blade pushed deep into the arm of his opponent, bisecting his remaining hand and forearm. The blood that gushed from the wound caused the ground beneath the two to become slick and turn to mud.
The exorcist continued his deranged screaming as a large purple portal appeared behind him. "You fucking freak! Watch your back, ass hole, Ill be back with more weapons and a new arm! Then your gonna get skull fucked!"
Dispossessed eyes watched as his opponent stumbled blearily through the portal while a third Mudo spell erupted from behind him. The purple and black beam of deathly energy tore through the air and followed the exorcist through the portal, though he was unsure if the attack landed due to lack of visual of his opponent.
The portal abruptly closed afterwards, leaving Makoto alone in the clearing with blood covering his face and a large portion of the front of his clothing. A frown appeared on his face as he surveyed his blood stained white shirt, having ruined a second one in just a week.
He was about to depart when he remembered the now skeletal arm laying off to the side, along with the blade wielded by the exorcist, whom he never got the name of. Reaching down, Makoto removed the weapon from the hand of the skeletal remains and studied the handle for a few moments.
Makoto was unaware of how the weapon worked, but he was sure he would figure it out sooner than later.
A quick Agidyne spell burned the bones of the exorcists arm to ash, which he then covered up by scuffing up the earth around him to mix it in with the soil. He did the same for the puddle of blood that was left behind when he bisected the forearm of the exorcist, not wanting anyone to stumble across the scene of his battle. The handle to the blade was placed in his coat pocket opposite of his Evoker as soon as he was sure no one would be any wiser of what occurred.
Turning away from the scene in the forest, Makoto made his way to the river to clean the blood from his face and dispose of the ruined shirt while making plans to purchase clothing outside of his uniforms. He could not afford to keep ruining the only white shirts he owned, at least not at the rate he was now.
It was almost as bad as when he attended Gekkoukan.
Freed Sellzen was in a really bad position, and he knew that if he did not get help soon, he would perish from blood loss.
"Raynare, you useless bitch, get in here!"
As soon as the words left his lips, Freed was forced to fall to the ground face first to dodge the black and purple beam of energy that erupted from the portal behind him.
The beam collided with the far wall of the room he was in, causing it to collapse into rubble and splinters from the force of the impact. Soon afterwards, the rubble and wooden fragments began to decay at a rapid pace until all that remained was dust and sand.
"What the hell was that!" A voice shouted from behind the fallen exorcist, causing him to weakly lift his head to look at the speaker.
"That was an attack from that shitty fucking Devil you told me to track down and kill! Guess what bitch?! HE WASN'T FUCKING WEAK!"
"Or you are weaker than weak." Raynare voiced as she slowly walked around the downed body of Freed, a sneer on her face. "Pick yourself up, Freed, you look pathetic."
"I would if I fucking could! That fucking freak fucked up both of my arms!" The white haired exorcist bellowed as he squirmed his body as best he could to roll over onto his back. After a few minutes of struggling, he shakily rose to his feet, only to stumble forward into a pew that had been kicked up due to the explosion of dark energy.
He turned his eyes downwards to stare at the stump that was once his left arm and the mangled mess that was his right, panic in his eyes. Two other exorcists moved forward and did their best to help their superior after Raynare began barking orders at her underlings to take care of his wounds.
A dark smile crossed the lips of the Fallen Angel as Freed was hauled from the center of the now further ruined church. She cast her eyes to the heavens as the sun began to set, and the smile grew wider.
Soon, she will be here and the next phase of my plan will come to fruition.