Issei Hyoudou panted heavily as he ran down the streets.

He was not having a good time lately.

First, the sun was burning brightly and for some reason, it makes him feel very sluggish, like he was some kind of NEET!

…

Alright, he somewhat was, but that was beside the point!

Second, he had that dream of his beautiful, sexy and big tittied girlfriend killing him, by stabbing a light spear into his heart!

Of course, at first, Issei thought it was that. A dream, so he went to school like always, surrounded by cute girls…

Who sadly hated him for his dream and passion. Still, the young boy picked his victories, even if he could only look, not touch.

At least he had his loyal friend and brothers in arms, Motohama and Matsuda, who felt the same pain as he did.

Then the day took a turn to the worse.

They didn't remember her. Yuuma Amano was erased from their memories, despite the fact that they met her.

Not only from their memories, but everything on his phone related to her was gone too.

That was the moment when Issei realized that something was wrong.

The dream wasn't a dream.

Which lead us to this moment, where he is standing in front of a certain small house, knocking on the door in panic.

Because a certain someone in him didn't want to tell him anything!

"Like I said, don't wanna."

The pervert frowned at his left arm.

"Ddraig, you can be an asshole sometimes."

"Cry me a river."

Not falling for the bait, Issei shook his head and focused back on knocking on the door.

"Sid, open the door! Code rainbow!"

Loud cursing sounded from the building and he could hear some shuffling inside.

"Fuck my-I'm coming!"

Hearing the muffled voice made the future Harem King relax for a little and the sight in front of him when the door opened even more.

Obsidian Noir. Or how he liked to call him, Sid. For some reason he wanted to be called like that and his ID had that name. Issei always thought he was someone with middle school syndome, but that didn't bother him much.

A foreigner, Vietnamese and one eighty meters tall, who lived alone in this city without any relatives. Barely in the start of his twenties, the young man managed to make a living by himself.

And he was in the middle of eating bread and he was still dressed in his black pajamas, looking very tired as if he only woke up. His short black hair, messy as it is, only cemented that impression in him.

If it weren't for a certain event in their past, they would have nothing to do with each other.

Or Issei wouldn't know that the supernatural was at work for his current dilemma.

Anyway, the man the pervert nicknames Sid slowly chewed on his bread as he took a long look at his visitor.

Then he gulped the food down and cracked his neck a little.

"What kind of youkai did you piss off this time?"

His statement insulted the host of the red dragon, but he managed to hold his tongue. Right now, he needed answers.

"Remember that girlfriend I told you about?"

Sid scratched his chin for a short moment, and then gestured him inside, a semi serious expression on his face.

When he closed the door, he turned to Issei with crossed arms and raised his right eyebrow, his small scar deforming a little in response.

"Yeah. What, did she dump you?

Frantically, he shook his head while they walked into the plain looking kitchen. Sitting down, the teenager thought about how to phrase it.

In the end, he decided to let his storming emotions out.

"She impaled me!"

At first, the foreigner stared at the pervert with a blank look as he sat in front of him on the table.

After that, a look of disgust appears on his face and he leans away from the teenager.

"Eww."

"Not like that!" Issei slammed his hands on the table when he stood up, trying to ignore the rumbling laughter inside his head. "She had black wings and all that! Threw a light spear right into my chest!"

Sid calmly sipped from his cup of milk and then hummed in thought for a short moment. Then, without missing a beat, he snapped his finger and pointed at him as he rests his elbow on the table.

"Sounds like a fallen angel."

How does he-

The teenager visibly stopped himself from blurting out the question and a frown graced his face.

"...Magic?"

Amused, the owner of the house nodded.

"Yes. So...you got stabbed by a fallen angel. Did something else happen?"

His forehead wrinkled and Issei scratched his cheek.

"She said something about how I was a danger because of a Sacred Gear, probably meant Ddraig, then flew away. Last thing I remember is some red haired beauty standing over me with big boobs."

Finishing his drink, the pervert's friend narrowed his eyes. These eyes are directed at his left arm and he groaned in a tired tone.

"Ddraig, you could have told him yourself."

The voice chuckled inside Issei's head.

"It's more amusing to see your exchanges."

"Damn lizard..." Sid sighed as he rubbed his forehead. Then he looked up with boredom written all over his face and pointed at the pervert again. "Pretty sure you died, got reincarnated and are now a devil."

A short silence filled the room.

It was instantly broken when the student abruptly stood up with wide eyes and a gaping expression, slamming the chair behind him away.

"What?!"

The host raises his finger...and lowers it again in order to tap it on the table, a contemplating expression on his face.

"Either that, or a vampire. Zombie maybe, but you sound as stupid as always."

Issei bristled at the accusation and jumped over the table to hold Sid up at his collar.

"Hey!"

"Let's test this..." The older one of the two wasn't too fazed at his outburst and cleared his throat. "Amen." A flash of pain caused the future Harem King to flinch back, letting go of Sid and covering his head in discomfort.

And his friend only took another sip from his damn milk.

"Yup, devil."

Said devil grumbled under his breath as he picked up the chair again and sat down on it. Crossing his arms, he sighed in a very tired manner.

"So what does that mean?!"

"Someone wanted to kill you because of the lizard. Threat bullshit or something like that." He gestured with his right hand nonchalantly. "Then Rias-"

"Wait, Gremory?"

Issei's confused interruption lead to Sid sending him a flat stare as he tilted his head slightly.

"Who else in this area has big tits and long red hair? I thought you knew she was a devil."

"I...kind of slacked off in training?" Issei said with a nervous laugh while scratching the back of his head. Immediately, the host glared at his left arm.

"Ddraig?"

"Payback for the whole boredom that his life became. If he couldn't figure it out, I don't have to tell him," the dragon inside him said, sounding like he was pouting.

"And the fallen angel and death?" Sid asked with the disapproval of a parent.

"Not my fault. He was too busy being a lovestruck baby to listen to me."

The teenager sent his left hand a betrayed frown, before looking up to see his friend shake his head in frustration.

"Anyway, probably the person who saved you."

As a response, the pervert moved his hands in front of him...and started to grope the air, humming in thought. His left hand was on the imagined breast of Rias Gremory. The left one on the imagined breast of his savior.

Both were identical.

"Huh...Now that you say that..."

A tap brought him out of his thoughts and he turned his attention back to his friend, who looked a bit impatient. But not judging.

Issei smiled lightly. A true bro.

"Anyway, she is a devil. Who recruited you into her peerage."

"What's that?"

At his confused question, Sid frowned, covering his eyes then in order to answer him. A while later, he raised his finger, as if a light bulb lightened up over his head.

"Kind of like Pokemon. She 'caught' you into her team. You also got some kind of role assigned. Like knight or bishop."

"Wait, so I have super powers now? Like those in Kyo-"

Instantly, the teenager covered his mouth and the two of them had wide eyes, followed by sighs of relief.

They almost went back there.

Never again.

Sid cracked his fingers out of habit and started to explain.

"Well, you had super powers to begin with. You only got a buff on top of it." A wry smile was sent at Issei. "Though you are now vulnerable to anything related to the big G. Including prayers, his name, holy water and all that shit."

The previous excitement of being stronger faded away to disappointment. He slumped down a little.

"Oh man..." A desperate expression appeared on his face. "What should I do now?!"

"Talk to your trainer, also known as Rias?" At Issei's confusion, the young adult sighed and made a shoo motion with his hand. "She is the one who revived you. Try to get some answers from her."

"Good idea!" The pervert stood up and was about to rush to the door...Then he stopped and turned back to Sid with sparkling eyes. "You think I can touch her boobs?!"

"I don't know, ask her." He shrugged, not caring about his fetish. Just as Issei nodded and was about to run out again, a hand stopped him on his shoulder. "Also, be careful. Whoever she is, Yumi or whatever wants you dead. If she finds out you are still alive, she will finish the job."

Phantom pain filled the reborn devil's chest and he clutched it as he winced. Hesitantly, he took a shaky breath and pleading eyes met Sid's.

"Can't you ask...one of your friends to cover me?"

He opened his mouth, but then closed it again. His tired and neutral features were replaced by a more soft expression.

"I can try. Wait a minute."

Issei smiled, forgetting the pain of his death and everything involved with it for a moment, as the foreigner closed his eyes and began to mutter quietly.

It almost looked like he held a conversation.

After that, he nodded a first times, as if in agreement.

At last, he opened his eyes again and took a deep breath before patting the Japanese boy on the back.

"Okay, got someone who volunteered." A flat stare met Issei's face as his mouth opened in a wide grin. "And no, it's a guy. Monkey boy to be specific. Don't worry, you won't see him as long as you don't land in any shit storm."

Naturally, the teenagers face froze in shock. But he couldn't object because they already reached the door and Issei was already outside.

One final wave of goodbye, and the host slammed the door shut.

Dead silence filled the area, beside the occasional bird chirping cheerfully.

Following that, a scream of frustration was sent to the heavens.

"Why do I never get the boobs?!"