Highschool DXD's Perfection

a certain nekomata

(Scene opens days later as cell is looking at the rubble that covers his house as he picks up a phone that's in his pocket with it's screen cracked and it's battery almost dead)

Cell: good a phone I'll call someone to fix my house (looks through contacts) mom dead dad dead N/Y he can help me Phone rings) hello can you

Phone: not sorry cell but I'm not gonna help you fix your house

Cell: how could he create a ringtone in seconds

Phone: this isn't a recording dumbass I'm a god I know everything that's gonna happens before it does so your on your own

Cell: (hangs up) fuck well I'll just need something convient to happen

(Suddenly a poster hits cell in the face and he pulls it off reading it which says something about construction workers for hire and a phone number and calls them which luckily they answer)

Cell: hello yes I need you to fix my house…pay I'll do it after I guess…goodbye

Cell: no what does one do without a house…oh a hotel

(scene cuts to cell at a 5 star hotel with money he definitely didn't steal from the people he absorbed to pay for his stay at the hotel cell is seen laying in a massage bed while getting a massage from several women until his phone vibrates)

Cell: (thinking) need to think of a fake name…i got it (outloud) Y/N here who is this

Worker: its me sir the main worker you hired to fix your house

Cell: oh yes how is it going

Worker: were done and are waiting for you to arrive

Cell: alright im coming thanks ladies i'll be going

Lady: there will just be the matter of a tip for our troubles

Cell: here is a tip (blows her face off) anyone else want one

Ladies: (shake there heads) n-no

(scene cuts to cell floating down and closing his wings as the worker steps outside not noticing cell was flying just nanoseconds ago)

Cell: alright get off my lawn i payed you

Worker: tip of our troubles

Cell: (blows him and the front door up) god fuicking dammit now i need a new door (flies away)

(Meanwhile with cell at a furniture store)

Cell: how do humans choose which door to by there's hundreds of these God damn things

Employee: hello sir are you having trouble

Cell: yes humans which door will fit my house

Employee: excuse me

Cell: (realizes what he said) oh I mean hello (reads I.D) tom I want to buy a door to replace the one I broke

Tom: well sir which bolt size do you need

Cell: excuse me

Tom: well there are hundreds of types of bolt sizes for doors which one do you need small medium large XL micro

Cell: just give me all of them

Tom: sorry dude but we can't just give you all of them

Cell: (Thinking) wait (outloud) what was your name again

Tom: oh it's tom dude

Cell: ugh ugh

(Flashback to previous life)