Omake 1: Performance Issues
In the middle of the backyard stood Arthur Pendragon, extremely serious about what he was doing.
He stood completely still under the shade of a lone apple tree, fists clenched at his sides, eyes narrowed.
"Okay… Focus. Channel your inner weeb. Feel the power. Think like a badass..."
He muttered, taking in a breath.
He suddenly spread his arms wide and bellowed to the heavens.
"I… AM… ATOMIC..."
A long silence followed. Not even the wind responded.
Arthur's eye twitched.
"Dammit."
He paced in a small circle, brows furrowed in thought.
"Okay, maybe something darker. Something cooler. Something like…"
He struck a pose, hand outstretched.
"Arise."
Nothing.
Only a slight rustle in the bushes as a squirrel darted away.
He stared blankly at the empty spot in front of him.
"...Seriously?"
Arthur groaned and dropped his shoulders.
"What else… what else…"
His eyes suddenly lit up with childish wonder.
"Oh! How about this!"
He turned, pulled back his hand dramatically, and shouted.
"Getsuga… TENSHO!"
He waved his hand like he was swinging a massive sword.
Absolutely nothing happened.
He clapped his hands together, gathered 'energy' into his palm, and shouted.
"Rasengan!"
Still nothing.
"Spirit Gun!"
He cried, pointing two fingers forward like a gun.
Nada.
He struck a pose.
"Kamen Rider… HENSHIN!"
Crickets.
He 'stabbed' an imaginary sword on the ground.
"Incursio!"
He wound his arm back.
"Gum-Gum… PISTOL!"
Still a failure.
"ZA WARUDO!"
With each failed attempt, his frustration grew.
He stomped around the backyard, muttering to himself like a man possessed.
"Okay… that didn't work. How about... Games… yeah. Games could work."
He thrust his arms forward.
"HADOUKEN!"
Nothing but the sound of his own voice echoing back.
"FALCON PUNCH!"
Nothing.
"Gamma Wave!"
Still nothing.
"Avada Kedavra!"
This is getting pretty sad.
"Bippity Boppity Boo!"
Wait, what?
"Open Sesame!"
That's not even-
"Let's-a-go!"
Seriously?
"GOTTA GO FAST!!"
...
Still nothing, kid.
Arthur dropped to his knees, his hair messy from sweat and movement.
"WHY?!"
He looked to the sky, eyes wide in dramatic despair.
"Why isn't this working?! Is my love for anime and games that weak?! Must I shout towards the heavens even more?! ANSWER ME, GOD!!!"
He cried out, shaking his fists.
Behind the sliding door that connected the backyard to the kitchen, a figure had collapsed to the floor, trying desperately to contain her laughter.
Artoria Pendragon, Arthur's mother, was kneeling on the floor, both hands clamped over her mouth, her eyes watering as she tried not to wheeze.
In one hand, she held her camera that was focused on her son's increasingly unhinged attempts at unlocking his Longinus with the power of cringe.
"This... is too much..."
She mouthed quietly, nearly choking as she recorded him yell again, now dramatically pretending to go Super Saiyan, his hair refusing to spike up despite his efforts.
This was peak content.
After so many attempts, Arthur collapsed onto the grass face-first, letting out a long, exaggerated groan into the earth.
"I don't deserve to live…"
He mumbled.
"M-Maybe... I'm missing something... something that every otaku knows. Something like... Oh wait! What about-"
"Omae wa mou shindeiru."
Kenshiro announced.
"NANI?!"
Arthur gasped.
*BOOM!*
DxD
Omake 2: Kay's Jealousy
In the gardens of the Pendragon estate, the late afternoon sun filtered through the treess.
Arthur and Kay slumped into their seats, sweat clinging to their clothes, their breathing heavy after an intense sparring match.
Arthur tilted his head toward Kay, smirking slightly.
"That's what, your fifth loss this week? You should really stop losing to me."
Kay groaned, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat from his face.
"Tch. Laugh all you want. I'll catch up to you soon enough."
Arthur leaned back in his chair, cracking open a cold water bottle with a chuckle.
"Sure. Keep dreaming. You'll get there in a decade or two."
Before Kay could fire back, both their attention shifted as soft footsteps approached the table.
Elaine, the young maid with long black hair and a kind smile, carried a silver tray adorned with lemon tarts, sliced fruits, and cold drinks.
Her posture was composed, but her cheeks had the faintest hint of red.
"Sir Arthur. Sir Kay. Here are some snacks and beverages."
She greeted politely, setting the tray down.
Arthur grinned, giving her a lazy thumbs-up.
"Thanks, Elaine. You're the best."
Kay, however, went completely rigid.
His back straightened, his mouth opened slightly to speak… and then nothing came out.
His face turned redder than a tomato as his eyes darted toward Elaine and then away like a malfunctioning machine.
Elaine, just as pink in the cheeks, bowed her head shyly and said
"P-Please enjoy the snacks, Sir Kay... I-I made them myself."
Arthur slowly turned to look at Kay, one eye twitching.
Elaine practically fled the scene, her soft shoes tapping quickly across the stone path as she disappeared into the mansion.
Arthur picked up a lemon tart, took a bite, and mumbled around it.
"I feel like I just ate dog food."
Kay sat there, stiff as a statue, with steam practically rising from his head.
Arthur waved a hand in front of his face.
"Hello? Earth to simp."
No response.
He sighed, leaned back, and casually kicked Kay in the shin under the table.
Kay jerked upright, blinking rapidly.
"Huh?! D-Did you say something?"
Arthur shook his head slowly, sipping his water.
"Oh nothing. It's just that you're acting like a love-struck puppy with brain damage."
Kay scowled, flustered.
"I-I am not-!"
Arthur raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"You sure? Because if you don't make a move soon, someone else might."
Kay hesitated.
"W-what do you mean?"
Arthur tilted his head and gestured toward the stone path near the rose bushes.
Kay followed his gaze.
There stood Elaine… chatting with one of the younger butlers.
He was tall, lean, and had an annoyingly charming smile.
Elaine giggled at something he said, covering her mouth.
Kay's face went pale.
Arthur spoke in a dry tone.
"Still think you got all the time in the world, lover boy?"
Kay opened his mouth, raising a finger as if to defend himself.
"They… they're probably just friends…"
Arthur raised his hand again, pointing further.
The butler was now patting Elaine's head.
Elaine blushed faintly and shyly looked away.
Kay's pupils shrank, and he turned green.
A low, demonic voice slipped from his lips like he is possessed.
"This is how it starts. Then they start taking walks together. Then they're watching sunsets… Then she's calling him 'Senpai'… and then… then you're history!"
Arthur blinked.
"Uhh... You good, Kay?"
Kay stood up, fists trembling.
"No! No, I'm not!"
He blinked once and snapped back to normal.
"I mean… maybe I'm overthinking it. The butler's probably just being a nice guy."
Then he turned green again.
"No, he's not! He's evil incarnate! And I'm gonna put an end to this. Right now!"
And then he bolted.
Arthur watched in surprise as Kay vanished in a blur of sheer romantic desperation.
"...Wow."
What followed was something out of a fever dream.
In a massive running field, Kay ran like a man possessed, overtaking every other athlete with speed that would've broken Olympic records.
He leapt over hurdles like it's nothing, and then one runner tried to pass him a baton during a relay.
Kay snatched it, but then threw it back at their face without missing a step.
In the next scene, Kay was somehow in the middle of a football field, now holding a football.
With eyes blazing and jaw clenched, he ran through every player on the field, no strategy, just raw fury.
Bodies flew.
Whistles blew.
A coach fainted.
And then…
Back in the garden, Arthur bit into a fruit slice casually as Kay stormed into view, disheveled, bruised, and completely out of breath.
With a final dramatic yell, Kay launched the football onto the grass and bellowed.
"CHEW ON THAT!"
The football exploded on impact, and Arthur glanced up.
Elaine and the butler were… nowhere in sight.
Kay was now back to normal and collapsed to his knees, panting, his chest heaving.
"Cr-cramps…"
Then he passed out on the spot.
Arthur walked over, arms folded, looking down at him.
"By the way, I just remembered they're cousins... My bad."
He said slowly and took another bite from Kay's snack plate.
From inside the house, Elaine was near a table and was peeking through the curtain, a blush on her face as she saw everything.
The butler, sitting across her, blinked and said.
"Did… did he just tackle the entire football team?"
Elaine nodded silently.
The butler took a sip of tea.
"Charming guy, huh?"
Elaine blushed.
"Y-yeah…"
DxD
Omake 3: Heaven's Kitchen
In the large kitchen, the smell of oil, herbs, and something slightly burned wafted through the air.
The tension was so thick you could slice it with a butter knife.
At the center stood Arthur Pendragon, apron on, hair tied back, and a smug grin on his face.
"Get ready to get your ass roasted, Arc."
Arthur declared, spinning a ladle in his fingers like it was Excalibur.
Across from him, Jeanne Arc adjusted her chef's hat, sleeves rolled up.
"Get ready to eat my dust, Pendragon."
In between them stood Dulio Gesualdo, seated at a large wooden table now doubling as the judge's panel.
He wore a white bib with a cartoon angel on it and had two forks already in hand.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen!"
He announced dramatically, arms raised.
"This cooking contest is officially on! The rules are simple, cook the best dish and win a special reward!"
In the corner, slouched in a chair and clearly wishing he was anywhere else, was Siegfried, one hand supporting his chin.
"Wait… there's a reward?"
Dulio cut him off quickly, voice raised.
"NO QUESTIONS! READY… GET SET… COOK!"
Like lightning striking a stove, Arthur and Jeanne sprang into motion.
Arthur was intensely focused, sweat on his brow as he whipped eggs into a creamy sauce, muttering measurements under his breath.
His station was somehow organized chaos, pans sizzling, garlic browning, pasta boiling, all running like a well-oiled war machine.
Jeanne, meanwhile, was elegance incarnate.
Each movement of her hand was calculated and graceful.
She chopped vegetables with the rhythm, her sauce simmering with fragrant perfection.
An hour passed.
Dulio raised his hand dramatically.
"Three… two… one… HANDS OFF!"
Arthur slammed his pan down just as the final shavings of cheese landed on his dish.
Jeanne put the final basil leaf on her dish with a chef's kiss.
"Contestants! Please present your dishes forward!"
The two turned, locking eyes, smug auras clashing violently like two anime protagonists mid-rival battle.
Arthur stepped forward first, lifting the silver lid off his dish.
"Behold… Carbonara à la Pendragon. Made with fresh eggs, crispy pancetta, and imported Roman pecorino. The real stuff. None of that canned garbage."
Dulio took a bite, eyes sparkling.
"Ohhh… ohhh this is heaven! Creamy, smoky, just the right saltiness. Arthur, this is amazing!"
Arthur's smug meter tripled.
Siegfried took a bite.
He chewed. He stopped. He frowned.
"…Eh."
Arthur blinked.
"Eh? What's 'eh' supposed to mean?"
Siegfried pushed the plate away slightly.
"I don't like it. It's too creamy. Makes me feel gay."
Arthur squinted.
"How in the fuck does food make you feel gay?"
"I dunno. Creamy dishes just make me think it's gay."
Sieg shrugged.
Dulio cut in.
"ANYWAY! Jeanne, your turn."
Jeanne walked up and presented her dish like it was a holy relic.
"I call this dish Lasagna Paradiso. Made with seven layers of handmade pasta, slow-simmered meat sauce, and a cheese blend blessed by God himself."
The moment the fork hit the lasagna, a heavenly light seemed to shine from within.
Siegfried took a bite and gasped.
"Woah. Okay. That's really good. Savory, balanced, not too rich. This? This is real food."
Jeanne smirked.
"Thank you."
Dulio tasted it next.
He chewed slowly, then frowned slightly.
"Hmm…"
Jeanne's smirk faltered.
"Something wrong?"
Dulio tilted his head. "It's good. But… I dunno. It just feels like you followed a recipe. Like, there's no love in it, y'know? No soul. I need soul food."
Jeanne's eye twitched.
"That comment makes no sense whatsoever."
Dulio stood, clearing his throat.
"Now… it is time… for the FINAL DECISION!"
Arthur and Jeanne leaned forward, anticipation tense.
"The winner… is…"
The dramatic drumroll came from Dulio himself.
"…IT'S A TIE!"
Arthur's and Jeanne's jaws dropped at the same time.
"What?!"
"Impossible!"
"My dish was clearly better!"
"My dish was my best work!"
They immediately turned on each other, pointing fingers and hurling light insults like seasoned rivals in a culinary anime.
"Your carbonara was just glorified bacon pasta!"
"Your lasagna was just soulless lasagna-shaped bricks!"
Dulio raised both hands.
"Hey, hey! Calm down! You both win, which means you both get the special reward!"
Arthur and Jeanne paused, blinking.
"…We do?"
"Yes! The special reward is..."
A button on the counter was pressed. Fireworks launched. Confetti cannons fired.
"THE HONOR OF BEING MY PERSONAL CHEFS FOR A WEEK!"
Dulio grinned, arms out like he was announcing the second coming.
The kitchen went completely silent.
Arthur's mouth opened slightly.
"…That's the reward?"
Jeanne blinked twice. "You're joking... right?"
Dulio laughed.
"Nope! Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You two are feeding yours truly for a whole week! It's the best reward ever!"
Siegfried stood up, already halfway to the door.
"I'm out. This is stupid."
As he disappeared down the hall, Arthur and Jeanne slowly looked at each other.
Their eyes were shadowed and a long silence.
Arthur muttered.
"Truce?"
"Truce."
Jeanne replied without hesitation.
Together, they turned toward Dulio, both brandishing their kitchen knives.
He blinked.
"Wait. Guys. What are you-?"
With twin war cries, Arthur and Jeanne pounced.
"H-Hold on! Wait! Let's talk this through!"
DxD
Hello readers!
I'm gonna try this thing where at the end of every Volume, I'll be making a bonus chapter with 3 Omakes in it.
I will be making an Auxiliary Character Bio with pictures soon.
Thank you everyone and see you later!