Crossover Together ~クロスオーバ 一緒に~

The days continued on towards the weekend, and during the whole time, Nagisa had kept clear of Hiromi. It was a bit of a hard fact for him to admit, but with how little he now spent at his own apartment, namely for her being there at all, Nagisa took his time more to spend with his friends, which actually wasn't anything new for him nowadays. His friends were more than willing to let him do so, with them now knowing what had happened on that night on the rooftop along with the concept in general.
Even if Hiromi got to see him at home, she had a bit too much to actually think about over the last few days as she was sitting on the couch in Nagisa's apartment. Not only for the fact that Aladdin can use magic, but over everything that Nagisa Shiota had told her up on that rooftop, and the hits she had taken from said kid still felt on her face, which was now bruised up on her cheek. Those words, the actions, the attacks, none of those were from the Nagisa Shiota she remembered, and yet that same kid had defied her completely. She gave a groan and got up from the couch, getting ready to head out to town for a while longer. It was a bit hard to accept whatever Nagisa had said to her.

It's no wonder dad left you so many years ago.

"What does he know? He's just a child. ..." with that statement, Hiromi finished up getting her esentials together, and went on out.

The mother went off alone from there, and off towards the market for the day. On her walk, her mind was simply stuck going on the little incident up on the Orora High school roof, and it didn't really help that the market had to pass by the same street, and Hiromi soon ended up seeing the school on her way. She knew Nagisa didn't want to leave, and she knew too according to Gakuho Asano that she wouldn't be sending her child off out of there anytime soon.

"Damn school. What do you mean you refuse? It's not up to the child to decide his future, it's the parent. Who's he to say no, anyway?" Hiromi thought. She didn't realize it until half way that she was actually walking to the building itself. But then she noticed something else off near the school's parking lot that seemed awfully out of place. Sure she saw a few cars, but one appeared more like a official's limo. It was enough to get her attention anyway, her and a few other passersby, who were talking amongst themselves and wondering what it was doing there. Or rather, what's she doing there.

"Is that Seitenshi's car?" asked one of them.

"What's she doing here?" wondered another.

"It have to do with that Shiota kid you think?" added yet another. That third one got Hiromi a bit more troubled. Did Seitenshi somehow saw what happened on Orora High grounds? Or, no, what did Nagisa do that even got her attention?! Hiromi was already a bit angry with how he acted prior to this, but now she could feel her blood boil. Only for a moment anyway until something else came up to mind.

He mentioned he had a girlfriend ...

"H-His girlfriend is her? N-No way, my little boy can't have gone that far without me could he? No, don't, that's ridiculous," Hiromi thought. The idea that her child would be in a relationship with the president of Tokyo was completely crazy, far as she was concerned anyway. Then again, seeing one of his friends seemingly a magical deity, and him living alone for so long without much of a hitch was also a bit of a clue. Still, she was in control, and no matter what the case was, she wanted to keep it that way. But looking to the building, no one seemed to be there. It was the weekend, but if not the main building, where would he go? Well, if she were him, she wouldn't want to stay at such a commonplace twice.

And she knew one place isolated enough where that would work.

.......

While outside seemed a bit active, inside the halls of the school the place was awfully quiet, as Gakuho took his time to see the situation himself. He wasn't outside of course, looking down from the front windows at the limo parked on just outside. You'd think she would've seen this coming, but guess some things weren't considered. Gakuho could see just how much of a commotion this was causing, seeing the crowds outside and how curious they were. So much was being put on his school as it was, and this little visit wasn't making it any easier on him. Well, at least one person gave him a warning of peculiar visitors coming by here, though Seitenshi was quite an unprecedented one. He needed to go and talk to the Kyoya again.

~~

Kyoya got the meeting together, as he pre-mentioned few days prior. The entirety of Team Harmony was present this time, Ed fully armed and fully operational thanks to the hard work Winry Rockbell had put in. They would've gone to the capitol for this, but after some "situation" (try and guess what that was), they decide to keep the meeting isolated and placed over at the 3-E building instead, working the information off inside the classroom. And it wasn't just Team Harmony either: the other figures Kyoya had mentioned were also present, alongside Korosensei, both Armstrongs, Undertaker, and -

"BASSIE!~ THANK THE LORD ABOVE!"

Grell Sutcliff.

"Please stop that," Kyoya sighed, but Grell was a bit more psyched now than anything. His love was still alive, albeit in a different way, but that was good enough for him, tears of joy coming down his face.

"Oh such a horrid change of fate. But I promise, my bassie, I will love you no matter what the case may be - *snack*" And Kyoya got him quiet with a slap to the face. While it did shut him up, it wasn't as strong as it used to be.

"Do pardon him, he's just a pervert," Kyoya stated, Grell being moved aside as he spoke to the rulers. Nothing like some gushy love to make things a bit more embarrassing.

"Duly noted. Now, you mentioned you had some very important information for all of us?" Seitenshi asked. Kyoya nodded, and then proceeded to write something out on the chalkboard.

"Psst, hey, Nagisa. You feeling any better since ... you know what?" Aladdin whispered, just enough for him to hear. Though, keeping it at a whisper by this point was a bit pointless, they all knew what happened by now, even with his physical injuries healed up by this point

"It's alright, Aladdin, really. Look, let's just focus here," Nagisa suggested. He didn't want his mind going over Hiromi right now. By the time they took focus back up front, Kyoya got the message written out in kanji, fairly basic, and fairly easy to make out.

King Sombra: Umbra, Wolf Class, Tartarus king.

"Now, this is the basic idea of what we know of him by now, am I correct on that?" Kyoya began.

"No, but I have a feeling we're gonna be learning more," Victoria confirmed with a smirk. Kyoya couldn't help but smiled, as he started to write down another word on the chalkboard, and circling it once finished.

"How many of you want to hear his backstory?" Kyoya offered with a smile on his face. Sombra's backstory? Now THAT was interesting, and got Team Harmony's attention. Something like this was just what they need to get the full situation, as they knew little on him aside from what he himself had said.

"His backstory, Kyoya? You mean he actually told you?" Karma questioned. Kyoya shook his head.

"No, but he really should keep track of his books and personal files. Quite a page-turner," Kyoya joked, though the idea he actually managed to read through Sombra's personal files was beyond shocking, especially for Envy who actually worked with him. The news made him almost jump out of his seat.

"You what?! How the hell'd you do that, Sombra never has anyone in on his files unless he wants them dead!" Envy gasped.
The only, Nagisa had notice, that wasn't as surprised on it was Celestia, though something told him that Undertaker would reveal why that is. His conversations with Sombra began to go through his head a bit more, especially with his conversation after the Great Tengu.

"Here we go."

Elysium. A fairly bright day, and fairly quiet too, as around the Elysium castle, while many a angel was going around the area, enjoying their own lives of sorts, there was one in particular that just wasn't really doing much enjoyment. In fact, he wasn't even flying for that matter, keeping his guard as he went around the main area. Sombra! Though, he didn't look the demon overlord he was today. In fact, quite the opposite: his outfit was pure blue and matched the outfits of an Elysium guard, something like Alex Armstrong would wear. No crown on his head here, and he looked less like a king and more like a commander of sorts. Those angels that saw him didn't pay him too much mind, though some lesser angels did watch him go by with an odd sense of admiration. As he continued, he then began to hear the sounds of metal and wings. Something he knew immediately as he stopped and saw two patrols coming his way.

"Ah, morning. Your report?" Sombra asked. One of the angels gave him a salute before giving him their report.

"More black clouds spotted coming up five hundred yards from the Elysium borders, sir," the angel reported. Sombra felt a groan escaping his lips before looking to the pair.

"Again? Well, some of our patrols should be able to move it away. One of you get the flyers sent," Sombra instructed. One of the angels nodded and took off to do just that. Sombra just looked to the report with disapproval.

"This is getting out of hand: that's the sixth times in the last three months these black clouds had appeared," Sombra groaned. Both he and his angel looked over to the clouds outside of Elysium, all of them pure white and clear, unlike these "black clouds" that kept coming in. Sombra sighed and looked to the angel.

"Should I even ask if this was human involvement again?" Sombra asked, though by the sound of it he already knew what was going to come up next, as the angel saluted him.

"One of our scouts had seen a human settlement releasing the black clouds on a severe level, sir," the angel answered. Sombra was starting to get a bit troubled with the situation. This wasn't the first report, and so far it was linking to human activity.

And things were about to become more problematic: before Sombra could go, they began to hear the sound of wings again, but this time the activity sounded a bit more strained. When they looked, they saw a angel managing to fly in with a pair of angels alongside, but this one looked like she was injured in some way. Sombra watched her be placed down nearby, and curious over it, went right over to her. The angel looked alright overall, but her right wing looked injured in some way, some blood coming out from the wing in a small seep. how could a small injury make her struggle to fly? She looked to Sombra, feeling a bit embarrassed in herself for seeing him, and being seen in such a way.

"Uh, hi sir. Sorry."

"Sorry for what? What happened?" Sombra asked as a few of the angels were trying not to hurt her wing. Sombra studied it more closely, and he even extended the wing a bit. The angel cringed, Sombra trying to be gentle with it as best he could. Looking at the wound, it looked like a puncture mark at first, but he did find something inside it. He started to work with the item, trying to get it out, the angel trembling and yelping from the pain as the object was removed.

A bullet.

"I-I'm sorry. I was hearing these small explosions and went down to investigate. Next thing I know something struck my wing, and I crashed to the surface world."

"Did anyone see you?" one of the angels asked. She shook her head.

"I don't think so. I was taken away before any human could see me," she answered. Sombra meanwhile began to think hard, and started to put two and two together, looking to the bullet as he did so.

"But how'd you get hit with this?" Sombra then questioned, showing the bullet to her.

"That's what winged me?! That little thing? It felt a lot harder," she said, surprised herself that such a small rock did so much damage to her wing. One of the other angels answered the question for her, as she was given the bullet.

"We saw her fly amongst one of the local fauna: a flying bird of sorts. A few others were shot down before we heard her land, sir," the angel answered. Sombra found that confirming his suspicions, looking annoyed more than anything.

"Have her healed up, I'm going to talk to Celestia. This is getting out of hand," Sombra confirmed.

"Uh, sir, I don't think they meant to hit me. It's my own fault for flying too low," the injured angel said, feeling guilty for what happened. Sombra begged to differ.

"Don't blame yourself for what someone else did. Besides, whether they meant to or not doesn't matter: they can actually hurt us now. And they can do so with only that silver pebble," Sombra concluded, beginning to walk away from the situation. Bad enough humans had spears and what have you, but this was something more troubling than most. A human hurting an angel, accidental or not, can't be ignored.

"I think that's the only one," one of the angels noted.

"Well, have her checked anyway. It's time this is brought to a higher authority."

And his eyes were set up high to the top of the hierarchy. Right to Celestia's own castle. Those angels that saw him didn't pay him too much mind, though some lesser angels did watch him go by with an odd sense of admiration. Eventually, he went up through the frontal doors of the palace, and after a bit reached Celestia's throne room, where Celestia herself was waiting. She was present with a few other guards at the time, though, on seeing him come in she didn't feel too troubled by his arrival. And who was it?

"Sombra. Good to see you. Any news from outside?" Celestia asked.

"We're fine. Celestia, I want to have a word with you," Sombra began, sounding troubled over a particular subject matter. Nothing Celestia wasn't used to happen however, and she got up from her throne to see him up front.

"What seems to be the trouble, Sombra? You're not known to be worked up like this," Celestia noted, seeing his expression. Sombra kept his mind focused, recalling a few things that he felt needed to be addressed.

"I'm sorry for that, Celestia. It's just I'm getting a bit concerned with how it's proceeding in the Surface World," Sombra began. Celestia felt a bit confused.

"The Surface World. How so?" Celestia asked. Sombra took a glance off to the door he came in before he looked her eye to eye.

"Celestia, I've been on patrol for the last several weeks, and I've counted several times when the human beings down below showed some questionable actions. Actions I'm sure will have an affect on the Overworld unless something changes," Sombra informed, even bringing out from his coat what looked like a patrol report on a piece of paper for Celestia to look over. Celestia looked in and took her own note on what the reports had to offer. Mainly they said of the pollution being caused by the surface world's factories, Sombra taking note specifically on the "black clouds". Celestia sighed.

"Sombra, I see your concerned over this, but the rules say that we can't reveal ourselves to just anyone down there."

"I'm well aware of that, but Celestia, this is just one report out of eleven. There's a lot more that those humans down there are doing that have an affect on our world as well," Sombra insisted. Celestia however shook her head, and looked to her commander with a sorrowful look.

"Sombra. If they do find of our existence, then it will be a danger to everyone. It's probably best if we keep our involvement at a minimum," Celestia reassured him, but Sombra felt his hand twitch. This wasn't the answer he was hoping to hear.

"Celestia, I just saw an angel get shot down by a human!"

"I've heard of that before you arrived. It's only an accident, and no one else was seen or injured," Celestia responded.

"But Celestia, please, we can't just -"

"Sombra. ... Our influence is doing the best it can on the surface world. It's the best we can do right now. We both know that," Celestia said, trying not to sound harsh about it herself. Sombra stayed quiet for a minute or two, until he simply nodded.

"Y-Yes. If you say so," Sombra sighed, before turning and beginning to head off on his way. Celestia was growing concerned herself, but more for Sombra rather than the humans. As for Sombra himself, he paused and took a look back to Celestia, before he went off on his way. Black clouds, and now an injured angel. And so far nothing was being done.

After his talk with Celestia, Sombra went on over back to his patrolling route, keeping his guard around Elysium. The afternoon following left Sombra with a lot to think about in regards to the humans down in the Surface World. with no one around, his thoughts were on monologue as he continued, holding the report in his hand as a sort of reference.

"As if dealing with the pollution of those black clouds wasn't bad enough. How could a human being even manage to do this kind of damage like this?" Sombra felt a bit mixed on this subject the more he thought about it. However, as he kept going along through Elysium, Sombra got to his senses.

"As nice as it would be to try and handle this, I can't break the rules," Sombra concluded. Still, thinking on the situation just made him feel more bothered than most. Pollution was one things, but there was a line between that and actually getting harmed by it directly. He took a moment to stop and closed his eyes, focusing for just a bit as he thought about the situation. What would become of this, he would really want to know, somewhat anyway. ...

"Sombra!"

Sombra was startled by the noise, but it was only one of his patrols coming to get him at this point. And by the looks of it, he was not looking too good. Not hurt of course, but clearly something was wrong.

"What now?" Sombra asked.

"Sir, I-I'm sorry, but come quick, something bad's happening to our member," the angel said, freaked out.

"Which one? There's hundreds of angels. ... Unless ..."

.......

And unfortunately, it was. Sombra was soon brought from his patrol and over to the medical center of Elysium by the angel. The injured angel he had helped earlier that was shot was still within the place, with one wing now looking less ... well, like a wing. When Sombra came in to see, he was at a loss for words: the same spot that he got the bullet out of now was deprived of feathers, and the wound itself looked a bit worse. sure, the bullet was out, but the injury itself was deeper than he realized, as he went over to have a look.

"Sir?" she asked, looking to him.

"How are you feeling?" Sombra asked.

"My wing ... I can't move it," she answered, even trying to move her wing to show him. She could move it, but it was rather limp for most of said wing, as if much of it had lost feeling. Sombra held the wing in his hand, trying to put it together. He looked to one of the staff of the medical field, his expression asking them for an answer, but they took a bit before they actually got an answer for him.

"We're trying our best."

"What happened to her? Just tell me." the staff members glanced to eachother before answering.

"... Her injury's more severe than we thought. It got through her wing somehow," one of them answered. Sombra took a closer look to the injury itself. Whatever that stone did to that wing, it struck far faster and harder than any of them could know. All Sombra did was walk out. ...

"He worked for you, Celestia?! Why the hell didn't you say anything?!" Ed yelled, shocked that something this important was kept quiet. Celestia knew she should've but didn't really look to him.

"I'm sorry. I promised Sombra I would never bring it up to anyone. He may be a Umbra, but he's still one of my commanders. I owed him that much at least," Celestia said. Before anyone else could get a word in, Underwater got up.

"May I cut in?" Undertaker said, walking up to the front board, snickering a little as per usual. Well, they weren't as freaked out now.

"Well, can't say I'm surprised. You willing to share, or do we have to pay your debt first?" Victoria asked. As humorous as it would be for them to try and get him to laugh, Undertaker decided to decline.

"No, no, not today. Though don't expect the same treatment in future," Undertaker said with his signature smile. A breath of relief could be heard from the crowd. The last thing they want is about an hour of laugh attempts.

"Well, it would be fare for you to tell them. You've been there yourself, after all," Kyoya said, intriguing them even further. Here they go again.

Night came, and off in his personal study, Sombra was on the edge of things. And surely, he didn't feel good with any of it. He simply sat there by his desk, elbows supporting himself on the surface as his hands covered his face, him trying to relax a little bit. The situation was becoming a bit more critical, more so than he could've thought or prepared for. It was more on the concept and implications that truly bothered him: an angel was basically crippled, and no one was willing to do anything about it to those responsible, even if it was an accident as Celestia had said. It still was not anything good, and with no one doing much of it, it just felt ... wrong. simply wrong. In front of him was the same report, as if it was a reminder, or even a calling card for that matter. The meeting surely didn't help him, getting to the point when he got up and started to pace back and forth. He took a moment to bring a hand to his head, and he actually managed to activate his future vision for a moment. This vision he saw wasn't too complicated though, only a single figure -

*knock**knock**knock*

AND it was cut short.

"I don't want to be bothered right now," Sombra said, before he tried to reactivate his future vision. He didn't want to be bothered right now, but the knocking on said door rang for five seconds until it abruptly stopped, giving sombra a chance to focus again. He saw a single figure, standing over on -

*knock**knock**knock*

"I said I -"

"Don't be like that, Sombra. Just a quick chat is all I ask."

Now Sombra felt humbled. that voice. Was it him, or no? Sombra gathered himself, and reluctantly went over to the door. With a long sigh, he went on to open it, and who did he find on the other side? A lean man with silver hair. He appeared aristocratic in appearance, his suit all black from head to toe. One strand of long hair was braided, and his ears were pierced three times, with half-framed silver square glasses over his eyes, the eyes emerald green, chartreuse phosphorescent, and almost seemed to glow. Even Sombra, who normally would be calm and collected, was a little bit startled to see this man show up at his door, though then again, he didn't look ready to take anything away from him. That didn't mean he didn't back up when he entered his personal corners, and as such, personal space.

"A fine evening, eh Sombra?"

"R-Reaper," Sombra said. The reaper wasn't really intimidated by the commander, not by a long shot, and in fact found his humbleness amusing.

"Don't get your wings in a stitch, I'm not here to take you away ... not yet,~" the reaper informed him. Sombra wasn't sure if he should be grateful, but it was probably the best thing he could hear from a reaper of any kind. Of course, seeing him did end up giving a rather horrifying idea after a short thinking. ...

"So. ... Our angel, I-is she ... is she gone?"

"You would think that. But no, when I saw her she got her wing clipped. she'll be a half-flyer from here on out. Your troops wouldn't tell you in the face, so they asked me to do that deed for them," the reaper said, undeterred with anything he just said. While he was glad she was alive, knowing she'll only have one full wing didn't make the situation any better. Sombra straightened up.

"So she did end up crippled ... damn it."

"Oh, careful there. such naughty language for a angel," the reaper joked.

"Very funny," Sombra dryly replied. He was in no mood for any jokes, especially after that revelation. He took a look away from the reaper, and off outside his window to Elysium outside. not many angels were evident at this time of night, and the thing that was flying in the sky was some small stars.

"What on earth did those humans even do? I-It doesn't make sense, such a small silver rock can't have -"

"Bullet."

"... Excuse me?"

"Humans have made some fancy trinkets. Looks like one of those renegade hunters got a little to trigger-happy with their little guns of theirs. That "silver rock" is what those guns are armed with," the reaper explained casually. Sombra didn't realize that humans had such things, making this even worse.

"This is worse than I thought. Human beings had already did a number on the Overworld with their pollution, but now this. ... THIS can't be just brushed off."

"Is that so? Can't say I'm surprised: you did had an eye on that cute little thing for a while, have you?~"

"You're mistaken. It's the concept that worries me," Sombra corrected. The reaper went up to his side, looking to him with his own signature grin as Sombra looked to his clear, flawless face and green eyes. not a scratch on his face despite his line of work.

"There, Sombra, you'll live."

"It's not me I'm worried about, and you know it. If those humans think hunting angels is gonna be a pastime, who knows what they'll do?" Sombra said.

"Well, you got to think outside of the box, my friend. If you're so troubled, why not go out and handle it instead of moping all the time?"

"What're you talking about? The rules say that Humans can't know of us, remember? It's been that way for millennium. And if we do handle something they're just going to figure us out anyway," Sombra concluded, though the reaper could tell that in his voice, there was doubt in that statement.

"Who says you can't work with those humans without getting caught? Have you seen how the demons operate? angels influence them for good, and demons can get rid of any of them so long as they're not seen."

"Cut it out, you're not a demon, reaper. And I'm in no mood to become one."

"Says the Umbra," the reaper smirked. Sombra was starting to get upset now.

"Umbras are wolves, and they don't have to follow those standards. I may be born in the Underworld, but I don't have to fall under the same influences. Now can you be quiet for a minute, I need to check this," Sombra stated firmly. Still, the reaper could tell that he had more on his mind, and many of these false statements weren't entirely him. He thought it over, and then remembered something for him. Sombra brought his hands to his head and tried his future vision one more time. He kept his focus this time, and the reaper didn't bug him here as he made his check. He saw a single figure, standing out in the open of some plain. ... And this figure summoned a mighty creature onto a densely populated area. The exact details made Sombra open his eyes, staring off in shock at such an idea.

"Well? what did you see?" the reaper asked.

"Not now, reaper. Oh, this is terrible, terrible: some lunatic's going to summon the dragon-class demon onto the surface world! The whole world will know for sure the second that thing arrives," Sombra said, worried over the possible outcome of said result. The reaper found it actually amusing, thinking on what that could do for the humans.

"But what can you do? Apparently you can't get involved in surface world matters, right?" the reaper brought up. Sombra found his own words now skewering him.

"Shut up! I have to do something before that freak of nature wrecks all three realms," Sombra said, ready to go out. however, the reaper actually stopped him from rushing out blindly.

"You happen to see who you're going up against?" the reaper asked. Sombra was to answer, but he ended up drawing a blank on it actually. The figure sure didn't look like anyone he knew.

"Ok, no, but I'm not going to let that happen. Why, you know?"

"Easy, my boy, some description would be lovely."

"Hmm ... well, he was red, long horns, yellow eyes I think. ..." Sombra couldn't get too many details, but the reaper got just enough for him to work it out, snickering to himself.

"What's so funny?"

"Sounds like Mr. Tirek is at it again."

"Tirek? The inventor of torture? ... It's suddenly not too surprising now," Sombra figured. Still, he needed to work something out before Tirek would do this to the world. The reaper smiled.

"He could handle the problem of those humans for you down there."

"If I want to handle them, I'm not going to do that," Sombra snapped.

"Oh? Well what are you going to do?" The reaper asked. Sombra paused and thought over the details in his head. What would be do in this kind of situation? ... He actually began to calm down.

.......

It took him all night to work it all out, and when the sun rose up, it was the beginning of Sombra's ultimate choice. If he was to go and handle things, there was something he had to try to do first. The reaper had come and gone, and he was on his own again, and his first order of business: right to Celestia. His walk to the castle was a silent one, and he didn't rush himself in getting there, taking the time to finalize his own words. The time was now. And with the worlds in jeopardy, he wasn't going to waste time any longer. As with yesterday, he went right on into the throne room, and as he expected, Celestia was present, along with a number of her high-ranking guards.

"Celestia."

"Sombra. I'm very sorry about your troop, but -" Celestia paused when he raised his hand.

"Something for later. We have a far bigger problem now. Tirek's going to release a demon onto the surface world, and we have to take action," Sombra informed urgently.

"Tirek? Sombra, he couldn't be."

"I know he will, and unless we take action now, then all three realms are in jeopardy," Sombra informed. However, Celestia, as troubled as she was, actually shook her head.

"We can't take direct confrontation to Tirek, Sombra."

"What? Did you not hear what I said?" Sombra asked in disbelief.

"I know what you said, but Sombra. I know you want to involve yourself, but Tirek knows the rules of the world same as you and me. He won't try anything that drastic, I'm sure of it. ... The best we can do is stand by, and stop whatever demon he has on him."

"Celestia, do you hear yourself? This is Tirek: the inventor of torture and leader of Tartarus we're talking about. He only stayed back because of Lugia, and do you see him anywhere? He's got no reason to stay back anymore, and once he finds that out -"

"Sombra!" Celestia shouted, getting his attention. She went over to him and looked him eye to eye.

"... He won't find out. I promise you that. so long as he's in the Underworld, he barely would know anything about up here. Please, try and stay at ease. I know you're worried. But it's the best we can do right now." Sombra couldn't believe it, his gaze looking down to the floor. A angel had been shot down, and now a demon lord was ready to release a monster that could ruin everything, and she still won't do anything about it?!
Sombra didn't know what to say that wouldn't start a argument with her. ... his eyes then looked to her in disappointment. He turned away from her without another word. Celestia was quiet about the silence, and Sombra went for the door. As they say: actions speak louder than words. And sombra's next action sealed what fate had for him, and everyone there. ...

His commander badge. Now on the floor. And without another word, he was gone. ...

"So, wait. He's a demon ... and an angel?" Pinkie summed up.

"That would about sum it up," Undertaker answered. The reaction to all of this was pretty mixed: some were intrigued while others were left speechless. This demon overlord, not only known to live in the Overworld, but also somehow made it to ranking of commander to Celestia? Considering this was a demon they were talking about here, that was about near impossible. Whatever the case maybe though, this surely gave them all some insight on Sombra's view on things. But that didn't mean that they weren't upset with him however.

"So let me get this right: it was you who gave him the idea to start attacking us in the first place?" Ciel concluded, and while he was smiling, Undertaker could tell (as with the others), that he was far from happy. Undertaker playfully shrugged.

"Oh, hit a nerve did I? I simply got the ball rolling, I had no part in where that ball would end up," Undertaker joked, finger on his cheek. But this was far from any joke to much of them, considering the damage this all had caused. While Ciel was mad, it was actually Gaara who got him by the collar and pulled down hard.

"You have any idea what you've started? Thanks to you, so much of hell had transpired onto this world, and you're taking it as a joke?" Gaara growled, his hands on his throat. Undertaker's smile didn't go away, only angering him more, but Twilight and Pinkie got him to let him go.

"Gaara, hold on, attacking him won't do anything. It's Sombra that's doing all this, not him," Twilight quickly made clear.

"Correct, Ms. Kagayaki," Korosensei agreed, his face orange with a circle on it, "One mustn't blame the teacher, but more on how the student presents it. Sombra went a bit nutty with his interpretation, as all."

"So what, he gets away scot-free? That bitch got Sombra out of Elysium!" Ed spat. Undertaker moved over to Ed, and smiled.

"Steady boy. Remember, I was the one that kept you alive after your little train crash, you wouldn't want to throw that away do you?~" Now, normally Ed would go and attack him right then and there, but Undertaker went on to show him his eyes. Normally covered by his hair, the moment Edward Elric saw those eyes, his heart almost stopped. Undertaker had a look in those green eyes of his. A look that told him who truly was above who. Alphonse helped bring Edward away from him, them all a little humbled, before Undertaker laughed again.

"Oh, that joke gets them every time," Undertaker chuckled. Hardly much of a joke.

"Well, that may be a new insight, but I don't see how that can exactly help us. Sombra probably wanted us to find that out if you just ended up finding it in the open like that," Nagisa concluded. Enough encounters with Sombra would end up reading the motions, and Sombra wouldn't leave something like THAT out in the open so freely. Kyoya however, went to the front desk and had something else in his papers that got them intrigued: a bunch of papers, most of which seemed to be plans.

"Then how about these? Sombra is always a planner, and I managed to write down some copies for you all to look over," Kyoya said, tossing them for them to catch. These plans all seemed to revolve much around the same thing: battle strategies, army setup, and what's more intriguing - studies on them! Nagisa was the most disturbed by this, seeing just how much detail was on his piece in particular.

"H-He studied us?" Nagisa felt a shiver run through him. Pinkie though looked a bit more impressed than anything.

"WOW, he's good. He even got my cup size right," Pinkie pointed out.

"WHA?! That creep, why would he even do that?! HOW did he even do that?!" Korosensei gasped, seeing the details himself. Ironic, maybe, but seeing just how much work Sombra had in each one of his character studies made Korosensei feel a bit uncomfortable. Not on how detailed these are, but on the idea of how he could even get these in the first place, of not at all.

"You're one to talk, Korosensei," sighed Ciel. Still, after this, Karma got up.

"Well, there's nothing for it. I think it's about time we stop kicking side-asses and deal with the heart of the problem. The longer we ditch Sombra, the stronger he's getting, so what do you say we actually think on dealing with him?" Karma concluded.

"Agreed, but we all know he's not going to make that easy. We can't just charge at him," Nagisa added. Though admittedly that could go unsaid. As they were trying to work that part out, Korosensei began to take note of the door for just a brief moment. It might've been noticed by the others, it might be not, but this demon was beginning to head over to said door.

"Where're you going?" Seitenshi asked.

"Oh, it'll just be a second. someone wanted a little peek." And before they knew it, once he opened the door, someone actually fell inside. Not a good idea to lean on a door rather than the wall. And who did they happen to see laying on the ground?

"M-Mom?" gasped Nagisa. Hiromi Shiota had heard pretty much everything while standing there, and while it was still a bit vague on what her son's role in all of this was, she can now conclude that it was a bit bigger than she first figured. Nagisa felt mixed about this: on one hand, he was surprised as anyone else would be, but on the other hand, why wouldn't she try to spy on him after the stunt he pulled?

"Mom? So this is the women Twilight told us about," Kyoya wondered, as Hiromi got herself up. She looked around the room at just who indeed was within the room and in this meeting.

"Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to be -" Kyoya was stopped when Hiromi brought her hand up and covered his mouth. A bold move.

"Nagisa? Can you be a dear and tell me what's going on here?" Hiromi asked, her eyes turning to him. Nagisa knew that look all too well, and she looked ready to go off at any moment. Nagisa knew as well that he had to say it, seeing to the others around him.

"Mom, look. This is something far bigger than you can imagine. I know you're here to get me to leave, but I told you, I'm not going anywhere," Nagisa stated, looking away. Wrong answer.

"That's not what I asked." Before she could get near him, Karma, Pinkie, and Twilight got in the way, yet Undertaker placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Steady now. you don't want to set him off again, do you?~"

"YOU AGAIN?!" she snapped.

"Again?" Victoria questioned. Nagisa could feel himself crumble in this awkward situation.

"And here I thought she would've got the point across by now. But what else should I expect from her?" Nagisa thought. If anything off of what happened on the roof was anything to go by, they were dealing with a loose cannon, and Undertaker's involvement wasn't doing them any favors. They could already see her face turn red. Still, seeing her here did mean that they had to clear a few things up for her, and Korosensei was just the demon teacher to oblige.

"Miss. Shiota, I'll have you catch up on what had happened. Nagisa, if you and your friends would come too?" Korosensei insisted.

"I know where this is going. ... Oh well. At least I won't be alone this time," Nagisa thought. Hiromi was more than ready to hear them out.

(One explanation later)

...

If one word could say anything about Hiromi, it would probably be somewhere between speechless and horrified, her face from a hot red to an almost sickly blue, eyes wide. Korosensei and Team Harmony took their time to explain everything that her son had gone through up to that point, and that didn't include what Nagisa had already told her before on the roof. Getting good grades and a girlfriend was one thing, but fighting demons and practically saving the world from Pluton was quite another. She felt shivers run through her spine on the very idea of it.

"N-No ... no way ... h-he did all of that?" Hiromi shuttered.

"Oh dear, you're not gonna faint, are you?" asked Victoria, though she was more playful than concerned, Karma adding a few chuckles himself. Hiromi would snap if she wasn't so freaked out.

"Victoria, not now. Ms. Shiota, your son has done more than enough to help this world. I know it's a lot to take in, but everything we said is true," Seitenshi answered. Hiromi looked to Nagisa for a moment, trying to imagine the kind of hell he had to go through. However, she snapped back, hands gripping her head as if to block it out.

"You are lying! I know my son and he wouldn't do any of that."

"COME ON ALREADY! He's even got his own statue of his fight with Pluton back in Amestris, how can you not believe that?!" Korosensei asked, somehow having a picture of said statue with him to show the confused mother. Nagisa could only shrug when she looked to him.

"You are right though: he wouldn't do that on his own accord. But sometimes fate does kinda gives one a wild card, isn't that right?" Kyoya said. Nagisa knew what he was talking about, and his memory went WAY back to when he first discovered his Halo Blade. Hiromi had to think straight here. No. no, they wouldn't be lying to her, not after everything she had seen already: Aladdin's magic, Korosensei, and now all of this. ...

"Oh, by the way, how'd you not know about Pluton? It's been broadcasted worldwide," Aladdin pointed out. Hiromi started to play with her fingers.

"I ... I don't watch the news."

"Seriously?" thought Nagisa.

"Don't worry: if you've missed it, I've taken courtesy of recording footage for just such an situation. I'm sure this will give you more than enough proof," Kyoya said, presenting a disk in his hand. none of them were even going to ask about that (why would they at this point?). Hiromi took the disk from him, her hand actually trembling a little bit. If even half of what they said was true, it was all the proof needed to say that Nagisa truly had a bigger life than Hiromi had planned for him.

"... I need to lay down for a while," she finally stated. This was all A LOT to take in, and she really needed to get her mind straight. Nagisa felt a bit of Deja Vu come up on that sentence in particular as he glanced to Aladdin. It was all to her now.