Hello there. This, my dear sweet readers, is one of two planned DxD fics I will be uploading to the site. I'm not sure which has been released first at the time of writing this Author's Note.

This will involve an OC being placed into Sona Sitri's Peerage. It will be a harem story (do you expect anything else from a DxD story?) and said harem will mostly consist of Sona's Peerage. Issei's harem will probably remain untouched, unless I am convinced otherwise (I'm already on the fence about at least one of his girls). My OC will have a Sacred Gear, not a Longinus, but still pretty good. Credit for its creation goes to my friend GreenDo.

I went back and added in the honorifics I kept missing. They'll be in the next chapter, too, and I'll edit them into all future chapters I upload.

And here...we...go!

Part One: Logan Myers Gets Devilish

I

Sun, glorious sun. Sun shining down on me on the day I would act as an ambassador to a foreign school. To say I was nervous would have been...a massive understatement. To put it in more accurate, if slightly crude terms, I was bricking it.

Logan Myers is my name. At the time this story takes place I was seventeen years of age, and just starting off my second-to-last year of high school. My hair was black as an abyss and slicked back, just about reaching my shoulders. I had eyes that were of a dark blue, so dark in fact that they could have been two orbs of the night sky, trapped within my eyeballs. I was walking down a street in a rather distressed state, wondering if I'd made the right decision in signing up for the foreign exchange project that my school had organised with the Japanese high school Kuoh Academy.

I was in my nervous state because, while when I had signed up for the project I had been enthusiastic about mixing with another culture, now I was becoming more and more aware of the fact that these students would likely be getting their entire impression about foreigners from how I acted in their school. One thing I did not want to do in this situation was make a fool of myself. I took deep breaths in order to calm myself down.

It's only for a year, I kept telling myself. Just a year at a foreign school...full of people I don't know...in a strange town... Negative thoughts flooded through my mind every step of the way, and I could not stop myself from sweating slightly. Though, on reflection, that might have just been the heat of the aforementioned sun.

I made more attempts to steel myself. The arrangement was that I'd arrive a half-hour after the other students had gone inside the school, and I'd be met by the student council. This was so that I could be properly introduced to the entire school in the assembly a little after my arrival, rather than having them bombard me with questions on the way into - or even during - school.

Looking back, it was probably for the best. I was shitting bricks when there was no one around...what the fuck would I have been like if I was surrounded by people?

I sighed to myself. It was no use trying to calm down, so I figured I may as well get on with it. And who knows? It might not actually be as bad as I was thinking. I continued walking with this slightly more happy thought in my mind. I turned a corner after a few minutes and saw the magnificent sight of the school in front of me. It was a nice place compared to what we had in England: the walls were pure white, the windows were spotless and the fence and gate surrounding the place looked like something suited to be standing around a mansion. I admit that my amazement at the quality of the building was probably showing up on my face rather obviously, but I didn't care. I'm sure that if they saw it they would take it as a compliment.

The town of Kuoh was strange to me. I wasn't entirely sure why, but when I entered the town I felt...different, somehow. I was probably imaging it, but for some reason I got the strange feeling that I was in some form of danger here. I just brushed it off as jet lag. It was a wonderful day, so I had no right to complain about some funny feeling I may have had.

My inner monologue ceased as I got close to the school gate and saw what I could only assume was the student council. It was comprised of pretty much entirely females - the one exception being a blonde-haired male student of about my age - who were all rather attractive.

There was a girl stood in the centre - whom I assumed was likely the student council president - whose hair was black and styled in a bob-cut. She wore a slightly larger pair of glasses over her pretty violet eyes. Her figure was slim and her bust, while not as impressive as other girls I'd seen, would still gain the attention of the more perverted side of humanity...which honestly included me. She held herself strongly, and had an air of seriousness about her. Observing this, I could tell that she was a no-nonsense kind of person, and that humour was to be attempted only in moments where it was appropriate.

To her left stood another bespectacled young woman, this one's glasses much more normal-sized in comparison. Her hair was the same shade of black as the other girl's and it reached to just past her knees. Her eyes were heterochromic - one violet the other light brown; it gave her a unique attractiveness. She had a generous figure and larger breasts than the other girl, meaning she was probably more often the target of perversion. She had the same aura of seriousness as the girl next to her, though hers was slightly more forced. I concluded that a more serious approach was needed, but I could safely express my humour around her as well.

Another of the girls of the group had shoulder-length white hair that reflected the light of the sun and appeared to glow. Her eyes were a blue-green colour. Her bust was generous, maybe slightly bigger than the second girl. The way she held herself told me she was trying to make a good impression, but was more free-spirited and likely a very flirtations individual.

The next girl was slim with long red-brown hair that ended in two braids. Her eyes matched the colour of her hair; there was a blue headband atop her head that gave it more colour. She had the biggest bust of the girls so far, though by no means the biggest I'd ever seen. She didn't have so much a serious demeanour as she did a polite one. From this I gathered that she had good manners, and judging from the slightly timid way she held herself up I could assume she was soft-spoken or shy - it would be impossible to tell which until I actually spoke with her.

Another girl had red-brown hair, though her's was of a much lighter shade, and it reached her shoulders; there were swept bangs going over her face and a loose strand of hair poking from the top of her head. Her eyes were a light brown that accentuated her pretty face. She had a small bust, but was still attractive due to having...I believe the phrase is 'curves in all the right places.' She was clearly trying very hard to maintain the same official attitude that the others were attempting, but she was failing. I could see the excitement she was feeling from meeting a foreigner clearly on her face. From this I gathered that she was a hyperactive girl and that I could probably allow myself to relax around her.

There was also a girl with dark blue shoulder length hair and ocean-blue eyes. Her bust was noticeable but nothing so large as to go crazy over it. She had her sleeves rolled up and her demeanour was slightly more relaxed. From her appearance and her relaxed yet polite posture I figured that she was a tomboy, but was very well-mannered compared to what the stereotypes would have you believe.

The last of the girls was short and petite. Her hair was long, reaching far past her shoulders in twin ponytails, and was a very dark shade of brown, almost like dark chocolate; she sported green clips on either side of her head to keep the hair out of her eyes, which were a pleasant shade of green. She was unique in the fact that she wore striped white and green stockings, while the others simply wore the uniform with no accessories. She held herself well, and I could tell she was probably nice and easy to get along with, but there was also a certain strength there that I had only ever encountered in bad-tempered individuals. I decided to avoid anything that may make her angry.

The last member of the student council was the only male. He had short blonde hair and steely grey eyes. He was about my age at around 17, which meant there was probably at least a small amount of perversion in him, just as there was a small amount in me...okay, there was a large amount in me, but I wasn't going to tell anyone that. As much as he seemed to attempt to stay serious, he had trouble keeping a cocky smirk off of his face, which told me that he was extremely full of himself. Despite the obvious cockiness, however, he held himself in a way that made me think him a reliable person, so he would probably have my respect.

All of this information was taken into my head in a few seconds. While I may not be smart by the standards of many others, I was good at reading people. Looking at their demeanour, the way they held themselves, their facial expressions, the way they acted, I could generally tell whether or not I was going to like a person within the first few seconds of meeting them. If I thought our personalities would clash in any way, I simply acted as I thought they'd like and made it a point to avoid any further interactions with them. Looking at this lot, I could tell you that I would be able to get along with all of them to some degree. It was probably a good thing, since I had to meet up with them at the end of each month to discuss my thoughts on the school and my interactions with its students and staff.

Though there was always the possibility of me being wrong. I never claimed that I could perfectly read people, though I would have liked it if that were the case.

I approached them, holding my head high as I walked. I got to directly in front of them and bowed my head as I knew was considered a polite greeting in Japan. "Hello," I said. "My name is Myers Logan. I'm the foreign transfer." I'd spent all year studying Japanese mannerisms, as I already knew the language, and behaved how I'd learned was appropriate: bowing in greeting, saying the last name before the first, etcetera. I could only hope that I also got the honorifics right.

The bob-cut girl seemed pleased with my manners, though it only showed subtly on her face. She bowed her head to me and said, "Greetings. My name is Shitori Souna, Kaichou of the student council. It's my pleasure to welcome you to Kuoh Academy."

"It's a pleasure to be here," I said. I took a small risk by letting a small smile form on my face, dropping the professional demeanour somewhat. It was an attempt at showing my enthusiasm for the project, as she seemed the type to take school seriously. Hell, she'd have to be - how else could she have gotten to be head of the student council?

Apparently I'd done the right thing, as I saw a look of approval briefly flash over her face. "We are to escort you to the assembly hall, where you will be introduced to the rest of the students." She turned her body a little, looking as if she were about to begin walking. "Please come with us." She began to walk away, the rest of the student council following as if the moment were rehearsed. I wasted no time in following along after them.

I took the time while we were walking to take a more in-depth look at the architecture of the school I'd be attending for the next year. I was impressed. It was all made out of shining white stone (possibly marble) and almost had the look of a palace about it. It was so well-maintained that I had to wonder whether the schools back home were just made cheaper or if the people in England cared a lot less about the learning environment than the people in Japan.

I felt eyes on me from a couple of members of the student council, but I ignored it. They could stare if they liked. I really didn't care all that much...didn't stop me from being curious, though. I may have been a foreigner, but that couldn't have been why they were staring, so the question remained: What the hell were they looking at?

It took no time at all for us to reach the assembly hall. There was no one in there quite yet - they were probably still having the morning register - so that at least left me some time to prepare to stand up in front of the massive amount of foreign high-schoolers I'd have to impress. It was a nerve-racking experience to say the least. I was taking deep breaths in preparation for the moment when the students would pour through the doors; I don't think I've ever been more nervous about anything in my life.

The slight distress I was feeling must have shown on my face, because one of the student council members was looking at me with some concern. "Are you okay?" she asked. It was the girl with the heterochromia. She had a nice, kind voice that was easy on the ears. I could tell that I would probably have no problem talking to her.

"I'm fine," I said. I took a few more deep breaths. "It's not every day that you have to stand up in front of students from - not only another school - but a whole other country, and try to make a good impression." I laughed a little. "You know what? I think I lied. I'm about as nervous as I've ever been right now."

"I'm sure you'll be fine," she told me. She was smiling at me. I knew she would be slightly more of a people person than Kaichou. "Just act the way you've been acting so far and you'll be fine."

"Yeah, man," said the only male of the group. "You're a hell of a good talker if the way you handled Kaichou was any indication. They're gonna love you."

I smiled. "Thank you." It was always nice when people you didn't know gave you encouragement like they were your friends...except under certain circumstances, of course. Stranger danger and all that. "I don't think I got your names. Mine is Myers Logan...but I guess you already knew that." I rubbed the back of my neck, an embarrassed blush forming on my face. I'd just made myself look like a bit of an idiot.

"Shinra Tsubaki, Fuku-Kaichou of the student council," the heterochromic young woman said. She had her business face back on. She clearly didn't take it off all that much. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Genshirou Saji, nice to meet ya," the male student introduced himself.

I felt great. It would appear that I was already making friends. Sure, I hadn't been introduced to all of the Student Council, but the ones I had met seemed nice.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

The assembly went well in the end. The principle introduced me to the school, I told them a little bit about myself: how I was raised in an orphanage, felt intrigued by the workings of the human mind, was interested in other cultures, etcetera. I like to think I handled it rather well.

After the students had dispersed, I was kept back so that they could all get to their classes before I was taken to mine. I was to be a second year, as you would expect, and the student council were once again escorting me. There wasn't really all that much conversation on the way to the classroom, other than Genshirou-san telling me I did a good job; Shinra-san joined in on that, too, as did a few of the others, but Genshirou-san was the main one. Kaichou never said a word, but she did send a nod my way.

And now I was waiting outside my new classroom, awaiting the call of the sensei inside. This was it. In the assembly I had been speaking in an organised event, but here I would be sat in a room with the people I was talking to. These would be my schoolmates, future friends...maybe even a future girlfriend if things took that turn. I was preparing to step into a room with the people I would be spending the rest of my year with.

I took a deep breath. You can do this, I told myself. Trying my best not to appear too nervous, I raised my hand and knocked on the classroom door. I heard footsteps approaching and the door was opened by the sensei.

"Oh, you're the transfer student," he said. I nodded, though I didn't think it was needed. "You'd best come in so we can get you introduced to the class." He held the door open and I stepped inside. The classroom was mostly full - only a few empty desks were scattered around - and the majority of the students in there were girls. "Okay, everyone," the sensei said, getting their attention. "You all know him from the assembly, but we're gonna welcome him into class anyway. Go ahead and introduce yourself."

He handed me a piece of chalk, which I took with a slightly shaky hand. I was still nervous. I did what I knew I was supposed to, writing my name on the board, before turning around to face the class. "My name is Myers Logan," I introduced myself. "I'm the foreign transfer student from England. It's nice to meet you." I did my best to smile at them.

"Okay then," the sensei said. "You go take a seat by...Hyoudou-kun, raise your hand." A guy with unkempt brown hair and a red t-shirt over his school shirt raised his hand in the air. "Go and take the empty seat by him."

I did as I was told and went over to the seat indicated. I noticed that a fair few of the girls in the class looked a little sour when this Hyoudou-kun's name was mentioned. I chose to ignore that, as most of the guys in class simply looked indifferent. I took my seat and looked over at the guy; he looked back and smiled at me. I smiled back. "Nice to meet you," I said quietly, as the sensei had started speaking. He looked a little lazy to me, maybe a bit of a laid-back person, but I thought he looked like a cool guy to hang out with.

"Ditto," he said back, also whispering. "How 'bout you join me and my buds after class? It'd be good to have another guy to hang with."

"Sure thing." I smiled slightly wider. "Can't wait." I felt a little surprised that he would make such an offer so soon after meeting me, but I did not question it. More friends leads to a better life, I always say.

After class (where the sensei kept saying things in English like I couldn't speak Japanese; I shut him up by answering each question he asked me in perfect Japanese) I left with Hyoudou-san, to the clear disdain of all the girls in the room. When the atmosphere of the classroom was behind us we started speaking.

"Hey, my name's Hyoudou Issei," he said, holding out a hand. "My friends call me Ise, so I guess you can do the same."

"Myers Logan," I said, taking his hand and shaking it. "But considering I had to stand up and say it in front of the whole class, I'm guessing you already knew that."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I did." We kept on walking. It was lunchtime, so the corridors were becoming more and more crowded by the second. "You looked pretty nervous up there, pal. For a second I thought you were gonna pass out."

"Wow, I was really that bad?" I let a small laugh escape me. "Ah, well, fuck it. It's not like I'll have to do that again at any point in the near future. So, where are we headed to meet your mates?"

"There's this little grassy hill outside. We usually hang there."

I nodded in understanding and we continued walking, chatting enthusiastically the entire time. I started to think that this wasn't so bad; I had already made a friend, and it didn't look like anything was going to kill me any time soon. Things were looking to be pretty good after all...though I couldn't help but wonder about the looks of hatred all the girls were giving Ise-san on the way past.

"So," I said as we got outside, "any particular reason that most of the girls here look like they want to lobotomise you with a soup spoon?" I had an idea already forming in my head as to why, but I wanted to get confirmation on it before I assumed anything. Though if I was right, we would probably get along a lot better than I thought we would.

Ise-san looked a little uncomfortable. "You'll see pretty soon."

Eventually we came upon a small grassy hill, just as Ise-san had described it. The hill itself was unremarkable, the only defining feature being a small tree near to the edge, and there were two people standing in wait for someone - presumably Ise-san. When we got close I was able to get a good look at the two of them.

One was near enough bald, with only a small amount of dark green hair visible on his head. His ears were massive, like something you'd see on a human-sized mouse. The way he held himself and the way he wore his uniform made me think of a thug. He was a strange-looking guy, but I supposed that I looked strange to them too.

The other wore his uniform in a much more acceptable manner, looking rather smart compared to his friend. He had shaggy black hair and glasses that glistened in the sun, so I could not see his eye colour. While he wore his uniform in a way that could be considered 'cool,' it was remarkably clear to me that it was nought but an act, probably put on to gain more of a reputation around school.

"Hey, Matsuda, Motohama," Ise-san said in greeting to the two of them. They both greeted him back, but eyed me up as if wondering what to think of me. Ise-san clapped a hand on my shoulder. "This is the new guy, Myers Logan. He sits next to me in class, so I figured he could hang with us. That cool?"

"I...I guess so," the near-bald one said. He quickly seemed to adjust to the situation, a grin spreading across his face. He stuck his thumb up at me and said, "Hi! The name's Matsuda. Good to meet you."

"And I'm Motohama," the one with the glasses said. He nodded at me. "So, you're the foreign guy, right?"

"That I am," I said. "Born and raised in the great country of England...shit weather, though."

"Hey, what are the girls like over there?" Matsuda-san asked suddenly, his grin seeming to grow. "They as hot as the babes we've got over here?"

"Honestly? No," I said. "They can get pretty hot, don't get me wrong, but from what I've seen so far, the girls in Japan are much better looking than the ones back home."

"Shit, man, that sucks," Ise-san said. "But just feast your eyes on what we got going on here!" He gestured around the school grounds, students (mostly girls) going about their lunch time business, and several of the girls who saw him doing so gave disgusted looks. "Hot babes as far as the eye can see! No shortage of great views for you to check out!"

"Yeah, I see it," I said, starting to wonder about Ise-san and his friends. I've been in this conversation for two minutes and I can already tell these guys are perverts...okay, I am too, so I can't really judge; I suppose that just makes having them as friends even more ideal. And I've got to admit, they're not wrong about the girls. I found myself drooling a small amount as I looked around at the girls of the school. "I think I'm gonna like it here."

"Hey, guys, I've got an idea!" Matsuda-san said excitedly. "It's still early, so the kendo team will probably be getting changed for their lunch time practice. Now, I know where to find a peep hole directly into the girls' changing room...wanna go take a look?"

The other two were quick to agree. I, on the other hand, was much less enthusiastic.

"I...don't know about that," I said hesitantly. "I'm not too comfortable with this..."

"What's the matter, Logan?" Ise-san asked. "Don't you wanna see some half-naked girls?"

"It's not that I don't want to see that sort of thing," I said. "It's just that I know what a kendo stick is. It's a big bamboo stick that I really don't want to be on the receiving end of if we get caught. Now, I don't mind checking out chicks with you, but I'd rather do it in an environment I'm less likely to sustain serious injuries in."

Matsuda-san and Motohama-san gave a 'fair enough' sort of head movement, and Ise-san said, "Okay, that's fair. See you later. We can talk more after school."

"Sure thing." I smiled. "See you then, buddy."

As we parted, I could not help but feel a little ecstatic. I found it amazing just how quickly I had made friends. Ise-san was a cool guy; Matsuda-san and Motohama-san I couldn't really tell yet, but they seemed all right to me; Genshirou-san from the student council was pretty friendly, too. I smiled again as I began to realise that this year in Japan would not be as bad as I initially thought it would be.

It was the end of the school day, and I was walking out of the gates of the school with Ise-san. As it turned out, he had to go in the same direction as I did. Quite a lucky coincidence, don't you think? I was living in a small apartment just a few blocks away from the school, which said school was renting out for me for the year. I thought it was nice of them, a unique act of kindness that one doesn't really see in the world these days.

"Thanks, Ise-san," I said at one point. Ise-san looked at me in confusion, so I went on. "If you hadn't invited me to hang with you and your friends earlier, I probably would've spent the day on my own hoping for someone to talk to me. I don't really have the confidence to ask if I can hang out with someone I don't know, so you really saved my ass earlier."

"No problem, man," he said. "You should stick around us for the year. We can talk about cute girls, try and get us some girlfriends, it'll be great! You'll love it!"

We kept on walking for a while before Ise-san stopped us. We were on a bridge overlooking the road; we had a perfect view of the descending sun from up there. It amazed me just how late school seemed to let out around here.

"I normally hang out here for a while after school," said Ise-san. "Usually just to mope. I mean, I only started attending Kuoh because of all the babes, yet I'm in my second year and still haven't ever had a girlfriend. At this rate I won't be able to get a girl before I go to college, which means I'll be a virgin forever and die alone..."

"A little melodramatic, don't you think?" I said. "College is full of girls, too; most of them probably won't even know about your perverted track record - no offence - so they'll be more likely to go out with you. And university! Quoting Jay from The Inbetweeners: 'Uni is where posh girls go to get their clunge rammed.' That's paraphrasing, by the way, but you get the idea."

"...Yeah, I guess I do. Thanks, man."

"Excuse me," said a voice from behind us. I turned around - as did Ise-san - and saw a girl in a school uniform, though not the Kuoh Academy uniform. She had long, raven black hair, and violet eyes. My eyes ended up roaming down to her chest region briefly, and she was definitely well-endowed. She looked past me and at Ise-san. "Are you...Hyoudou Issei? I...I have a..."

"Hey, if there's something I can help you with, just ask," Ise-san said, though his voice was shaking and his face was brightly flushed.

"I...I would..." She steeled herself and continued speaking. "I've seen you come down here a lot. And...and I just...I just wondered if you were seeing anyone right now."

"Uh, no. No I'm not." Ise-san had a look of shock on his face. I began to suspect that he forgot I was here.

Actually, as shy as this girl seemed, she still didn't seem to have a problem with doing this in front of me. I began to wonder if she'd even noticed that I was here.

"That's great." She sounded very pleased. "My name is Amano Yuuma and...and...would you please go out with me!?" She seemed to panic and the end, and just said what she needed to say as quickly as she could.

Ise-san had a dumbstruck expression for a moment. "O-Okay!" he said loudly. "Yeah, sure, we can go out."

"That's wonderful," she said happily. "Th-Then can we go on a date...this Sunday?" Ise-san nodded his head with a small, surprised smile on his face. She smiled at him, began to turn away, and then her eyes passed over me. They seemed to widen a little, before focusing again. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." She sounded embarrassed. "You must be a friend of Ise-kun's. What's your name?"

"Myers Logan," I said in as polite a tone as I could. Which was difficult, because I felt slightly miffed that she didn't see me standing here. "I'm a foreign transfer student at Kuoh Academy. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too." She looked passed me once again, right at Ise-san. "Goodnight Ise-kun. I can't wait for this weekend!"

"Me, neither," he said as she walked away quickly. "Goodbye!" As soon as she was gone he looked at me with a huge grin on his face. "Dude, did you see what just happened there?"

"Yes, I did," I said. I grinned at him. "You are one lucky bastard, Ise-san. You should show me how you do it some time."

"Maybe I will." He checked his watch and his eyes widened when he saw it. "Shit! It's getting late. We should get going."

We walked together for a while before having to separate, going towards our respective homes. But for some reason I just couldn't get it out of my head that there was something strange about Amano-san. It's just culture shock, I reasoned with myself. New country, new people, new traditions. I'm bound to think pretty much everything's weird for a little while. Just give it time, and Amano-san will seem just like any other girl.

When I got home I went straight to sleep, not feeling hungry enough to make dinner.

My second day at Kuoh Academy had passed like a breeze. I was honestly starting to wonder what I'd ever been nervous about in the first place. I had paid attention in class, answered questions that the students asked me during break and lunch, and I had spent some time with Ise-san, Matsuda-san and Motohama-san; I had also learned that they were known around school as the Perverted Trio. Not a very flattering name, but it did have a sort of strange ring to it.

It was after school, and I was chatting with the Perverted Trio by the usual spot on the hill. We pretty much exclusively discussed the girls around school that we wanted to sleep with, and I ended up agreeing that the kendo captains - Murayama and Katase - were pretty hot. They were some of the ones who had come to ask me questions, as it happens, and I thought they were rather nice girls...though they had also warned me that hanging out with Ise-san was a one-way trip to becoming a very unpopular individual. I had politely thanked them for the advice before leaving.

"Anyone else you wanna give it to?" Matsuda-san asked me. So far I had agreed or disagreed with what they had said, but not put forward any suggestions of my own. "Any babes you wanna pound until they're limping?"

"Well, first of all, you might want to rephrase that, since if kind of sounds like you want me to beat her up," I said. "And second of all...I do think that Shinra-san from the student council is pretty good looking."

"Ah, you have good taste, my friend," Motohama-san said, straightening his glasses with a finger - he did that a lot. "Those different coloured eyes of hers make her a truly exotic beauty." He paused as if considering something. "Why don't you refer to her as senpai? You're not close to her...are you?"

"Oh, she's in the year above us?" I asked. "I didn't know that. My mistake." That actually made her more attractive, to be honest. I have a serious thing for older girls.

I felt sort of bad during this conversation. For two reasons. One: when I'd met Shinra-senpai the day before, I had thought she was a nice person and dedicated to her job, so talking about her like this just felt wrong, somehow. Two: we were completely excluding Ise-san from the conversation. Ever since these two had learned of Ise-san's girlfriend Amano-san (whom he had introduced them to that morning) they hadn't been all too fond of him. It almost felt like I was...replacing him, which I didn't want at all.

"Not to mention the beautiful black hair," I added. I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was getting sort of late. "It'd probably be best to get going now. You coming along, Ise-san?" I wanted to get him alone so that I could speak to him, tell him that if these two reacted like this instead of being happy for him then they weren't really his friends. Unfortunately, I had no such luck.

"Nah, not today, man," he said. He didn't honestly seem to mind the way the other two were shunning him. In fact, he almost rubbed the fact that he was no longer single in their faces a couple of times. "I got some stuff to do, but I'll see you tomorrow." He gave me a cocky grin, which I returned, and I left.

It was on the way out of the school grounds that I ran into Genshirou-san. He was wearing his usual attire, but for some reason he was carrying a bag that I'd never seen before. It looked practically full to the brim with something, but I could not tell what. We met as we both walked out of the gate.

"Hey, Genshirou-san," I said in greeting. "Fancy seeing you."

"Oh, hi, Myers-san," he said in return, smiling at me. "Heading home a little late, aren't you? School ended about an hour ago. And you can call me Saji, by the way."

"Then you can call me Logan," I said. "I was socialising with some of the lingering students." Being a member of the student council, I doubted he would approve of my choice in friends. "I figured that getting to know some people would go a lot better without the massive crowds."

He smirked at me. "Getting in with some of the ladies already, are we?"

"No, I'm not that lucky. But, hell, I can still hope. What's in the bag?"

He hesitated, seemingly thinking it over, before shrugging. "Just some paperwork and shit for the student council. You know how it is."

I nodded, though I did not truly know how it was. "Gotta be a lot of work. I don't think I'd ever have the patience to do that much paperwork, it's just too boring."

"Oh, boy, you have no idea." He laughed, and I laughed too. Our laughter carried for a few moments, but then Saji-san froze. I didn't notice at first, so I kept on walking, but then I did notice and turned back to stare at him questioningly. "I, uh..." He seemed scared, almost panicked by something. "I gotta go." He abruptly left, walking back in the direction of the school.

I blinked in confusion. What the hell was THAT about?

"Excuse me," a mature woman's voice said from behind me. I turned and saw a young woman in the same school uniform that Amano-san had been wearing when I'd met her.. This woman looked a little old to be in high school, though - maybe she'd been held back? I didn't know, I was too busy taking in all of her features. She had long, navy blue hair; her eyes matched the colour perfectly. I had to take notice of her breasts, being the perverted teenager that I was, and let me tell you, they were probably some of the biggest I'd ever seen. I was surprised that her school uniform could hold them.

"Yes...can I help you?" I spoke awkwardly, not at all sure what she wanted.

She smiled at me. A confident smile, but full of kindness. "My name is Amano Yuuki," she introduced herself. "My little sister Yuuma said that she met a foreigner down this road yesterday, and I got curious. You're Myers Logan-kun, right?"

"Yes, that's me." I found it strange that Amano-san had mentioned me when she had a new boyfriend she could have talked about, but I ignored that. Teenage girls were strange creatures, indeed. "No offence, but aren't you a little old to be in high school? Or do your good looks just exceed your age?"

"My, my, quite the charmer, aren't you?" She chuckled. I took notice of the slight jiggle that her breasts made. "I shouldn't technically be in school any more, but I was held back a year. You know, you are a lot more handsome than my cute little imouto described."

"Th-That's very kind of you to say." I couldn't hold down the blush no matter how hard I tried. I had managed to flirt once, simply because it had slipped out of my mouth, but shyness was taking over fast.

"Hey, how about I show you around town on Sunday? We'll make a date of it."

A date...? I had trouble comprehending just what has happening to me at that moment. So soon after I arrived...? "S-Sure," I said with a stutter that I cursed mentally at. "Great. Fantastic, even."

She smiled brightly at me. "That's great!" Once again, the movements of her breasts distracted my eyes for a moment as she moved. She leaned forwards and planted a kiss on my cheek, shocking me into stillness. "I'll see you over the week so we can decide a meeting place, okay?"

"Y-Yeah. Th-That sounds wonderful." I could not believe this was happening to me. "S-So, see you later...I guess?" It came out as a question. I was half-expecting this to be some sort of sick joke.

"Of course. Bye!" She left with a wave and a smile, both of which I returned with enthusiasm.

Holy shit, did that just happen!? I screamed in joy within my mind. Second day here, and I have a date!? How the hell did this happen? Oh, who cares? The point is that a beautiful girl - a beautiful OLDER girl - just asked me out! Just...HOW LUCKY CAN I GET IN MY FIRST TWO DAYS IN JAPAN!? I was breathing heavily, my heart pumping faster and faster in my excitement. It was so hard to believe, yet such a lucky break for someone like me.

I couldn't wait to tell Ise-san!

I stood in the middle of town on Sunday, people going about their respective business all around me. I could see that this was the part of town they used for shopping. It surprised me to find that, despite there being a mall not far away, you could buy pretty much everything you needed without ever setting foot in it. Made it seem a bit pointless, really. I thought back over the week I'd had and smiled to myself. I didn't think it could have gotten much better.

I, like Ise-san did with Amano-san, introduced Yuuki-chan to everyone before school. Matsuda-san and Motohama-san were noticeably distraught, and they didn't speak to me or Ise-san all week unless they absolutely had to. Ise-san, on the other hand, gave me a high-five in congratulations. He was a good friend, better than any I'd ever had back home.

Over the course of the week, as I occasionally hung out with Yuuki-chan (sometimes along with Ise-san and Amano-san, who then insisted I call her Yuuma-san, since we all knew each other), that she was very...forward. She was clinging to my arm a lot of the time, making damn sure to keep it in between her breasts, and there was absolutely no way she got that close to my face by accident whenever she spoke. It flustered me a lot more than I would like to admit, but I wasn't used to having that sort of attention from any woman, let alone an insanely hot older one! The girls back home would have never been this forward. I liked it.

Though, as good as my first week was, I had to admit that it got really fucking weird after I agreed to go on the date with Yuuki-chan. The student council didn't think I'd noticed, but I saw them watching me. On the first and second days they showed some interest in how I was settling in, but now they were just spying on me. I found it disturbing and curious. The strangeness only increased on the day before, when Saji-san approached me as I was leaving school and handed me a flier...and an incredibly strange flier, at that. Your wish will be granted, it read. When I asked what it was, he told me that it was a sort of charity thing that the student council were organising, and to keep it on me. He was oddly specific and forceful about that - that I should keep the flier on me at absolutely all times.

Well, I don't know if I was crazy or what, but I kept the flier on me. Hell, it was on me as I was waiting for my date to show up. I took it out of my pocket and looked at it again, seeing the strange, demonic-looking symbols that covered it. I studied it with my eyes again. Just what the hell was this thing for?

I put the flier back in my pocket and waited. And that was when Ise-san turned up.

"Hey, Ise-san," I said as he stood next to me. "Yuuma-san give you the same meeting place that Yuuki-chan gave me?"

"Looks like it," he said. "But, damn it, I can't wait for this. All of my high school dreams are about to come true!"

"Tell me about it. When I first got to Japan, I never thought I'd get this far with any girl. And look at me now! Yuuki-chan is not only older, which is insanely fucking hot, but she's beautiful, flirty, and let's not forget the sheer size of her massive boobs." I smiled brightly, imagining Yuuki-chan in my head...and most of the fantasies would require some form of I.D. proving that you're eighteen or over.

"Yeah, we both really lucked out here. I'm just one step closer to my goal!"

Ah, yes. Ise-san's goal in life was to have his very own harem of beautiful women to have sex with whenever his heart so desires. And, I have to admit, that thought was pretty appealing to me, too. I hadn't been the most popular guy with the girls back home, so having a bunch of them in the future would be fantastic as far as I'm concerned.

"Here, take a flier," said a voice from beside us. I turned and saw a rather attractive young woman in bat-themed attire standing by Ise-san, holding out... Holy shit! It's one of those weird fliers! The symbols on it were a little different than the ones on mine, but there was no mistaking it. When Ise-san took the flier, the woman smiled at him and walked off. I got a strange sense of foreboding about the entire situation. Just what the fuck is going on here?

" 'Your wish will be granted,' huh?" Ise-san said, looking at the flier quizzically. "Yeah, right. I wish."

"That's weird," I said. I dug through my pockets and got the flier out. I showed it to Ise-san. "I got this from a member of the student council yesterday. They said it was for a charity, or something like that."

"Seriously?" He seemed just as baffled as I was. "Well, shit, this is really weird...what do you think—"

"Hey, guys!" said the voice of Yuuki-chan from somewhere nearby. I turned and saw her and my breath caught in my throat. She was wearing a low-cut, V-neck dress that left very little (almost nothing) to the imagination. I suddenly felt very self-conscious about what I was wearing; all I wore was a black T-shirt and a baggy pair of jeans. Yuuki-chan walked up to us and latched onto my arm. I barely noticed the fact that Yuuma-san was there too, standing with Ise-san. Yuuki-chan looked at me with that gorgeous smile of hers plastered on her face. "You wanna get going? I know a place where we can grab some breakfast before I show you around town."

I blushed up a storm just from being in her presence. "Sure," I said. I didn't stutter any more, which was a good thing, but I still got very nervous around her.

We started to walk away, arm in arm. Before we were out of sight, however, Yuuki-chan turned back to look at her sister and said, "You two have fun now!"

We walked for a little while, our arms wrapped around one another's. There was very little conversation between us. Eventually we arrived at a small diner of sorts; they appeared to have a breakfast menu, if the sign outside was accurate.

"Here we are," Yuuki-chan said, beaming. "We can get some food in us here before we move onto the main event." As she moved forward she moved in such a way that my hand ended up brushing against her thigh through the dress. I blushed heavily, and I know she knew what had happened, because she was smirking. I found that I loved being teased by her.

We had a pleasant breakfast while we were in there. It was full English, oddly enough, with bacon and eggs and sausages. Delicious. After breakfast she did as she said, and showed me around town. The shops were all very pleasant, there was a lot more variety over here than there was in England. We visited clothes shops, an arcade, a jewellery shop - I bought her a necklace in the jewellery shop, which actually cost a fair bit of money. It was a gold chain with a sapphire in the end. She thanked me with a smile and we moved on. We crossed paths with Ise-san and Yuuma-san a few times, but never stayed long enough to interact all that much with them, just a few nods of the head and words of hello before we moved on again.

The sun was setting and the date came to an end. Yuuki-chan took me to a park, saying that it would be an appropriate place to end the day. It was a nice looking park, too: there were trees all around it and a fountain surrounded by benches in the centre. The water seemed to glow in oranges and yellows, like a liquid fire, as the setting sun reflected off of it.

"It's a beautiful place," I observed aloud. "You were right, Yuuki-chan. This is a great place to end a great day."

Yuuki-chan laughed. "I told you so," she said. We had barely let our arms leave each other all day, though there were several moments - like now - where she seemed to press her body close to mine, causing me to become flustered. "I had a great day, Logan-kun. Thank you once again for the lovely gift. The necklace is beautiful."

"The sapphire is blue like your hair." I blushed as I listened to my own voice. "And it's beautiful, just like you. I thought it would be appropriate."

"Thank you." She was smiling her beautiful smile, but I couldn't help but think that there was something in her face I was not seeing. "Logan-kun...I would like to do something with you, if you don't mind?"

"O-Of course not," I stuttered. "Y-You can do whatever you want, Yuuki-chan." My mind was in the gutter as I considered exactly what she may want to do with me...then I noticed something strange. "Hey, isn't that Ise-san and Yuuma-san over there?"

It was. They were on the other side of the fountain, talking as we were. Ise-san was holding Yuuma-san's hand and he looked happier than I'd seen him since I met him a week before. He had noticed me as well, and was pointing us out to Yuuma-san, who seemed to not really acknowledge it.

Yuuki-chan took notice, however.

Leaning her head on my shoulder, she said, "Yeah, so it is. That's strange." She sighed. "It's been a fun day, Logan-kun. Too bad you have to die now."

...WHAT!?

"I-I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" My voice was shaky and full of confusion as I looked down at Yuuki-chan. "I'm, er...I'm not sure I heard you right."

She looked up at me and smiled. It was the same as the ones she'd been giving me all day, but somehow different at the same time. It was too dark to make out the expression on her face perfectly. It could have been a cocky sneer, it could have been some sort of sadness. It was impossible to tell for sure. The light shadowed her face too much.

Her voice didn't portray her feelings any better than her face. "It's time for you to die now." The back of her dress exploded and tore outwards, leaving only the front intact, though a little more of her impressive cleavage was revealed. Out of her back grew a pair of raven black wings, feathered like that of a crow.

In my shock and fear, I stepped backwards. "Y-Yuuki-chan...?" I was having trouble comprehending what was happening. Just what was Yuuki-chan? I looked passed her and saw that Ise-san was in a similar predicament, only Yuuma-san had shed her clothes and was wearing some sort of feathered S&M outfit. He looked as terrified as I felt.

"I really am sorry about this," 'Yuuki-chan' said. A mass of light was forming in her hands, shifting and solidifying into the shape of a thin spear. "If you want to blame someone for this, blame God. He gave you and your friend the Sacred Gears, after all." She paused, as if considering something. "My name is Kalawarner. I think you at least deserve to die knowing my real name."

Fear gripped me like a vice, and when I spoke it was shrill and loud. "Y-Yuuki-chan! What are you talking abou—" I never got the chance to finish. She thrust the Spear of Light forward, impaling deeply into my chest. I could feel it protruding from my back as I gagged on my own blood, a searing hot, stabbing pain flowing through my body. I could not stay standing under the circumstances, and fell to the floor coughing up my own blood in fountains of red.

Yuuki-chan - I mean Kalawarner looked at me a few moments longer, her expression unreadable. Then she took to the skies, her wings flapping, black feathers falling behind her as she left.

I was left there, bleeding to death on the floor. There was a pain in my chest that had nothing to do with the Spear of Light that had impaled me. It was a pain that I had never felt before, but had heard much about from other people, from movies, from books. You could guess what it was, and you would probably be right.

Wh-what the fuck...? I thought as I laid on the floor, too weak and too in pain to move. What the hell IS she!? I remembered that Ise-san had been nearby, and looked in his direction. He was in the same state as me, lying in a growing pool of his own blood. Damn it! It's just my luck that the first girl to take interest in me fucking stabs me in a park! Just...WHY!? Why did I have to die!? What have I ever done to deserve this!? I can be a pervert, sure, but does that make me worthy of death? I...I never even got a chance. I just wanted to live a good life, that's why I came to Japan in the first place! I wanted to experience other cultures, to take life by the balls and just live it! Why does it have to end now? WHY!?

Tears spilled from my eyes as my tirade of thoughts continued.

I...I wish I had more of a chance. I wish I could have lived my life to the fullest. I wish...I wish...I wish that I had another chance to live life to the fullest, to do something that matters...I wish I had a chance to live a good life...

The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was a glow emanating from the pocket I kept the flier in.

How was that, guys? I'm trying my best here, and I admit that I probably spend a little too much time in my character's head rather than letting events happen. But screw it, I like portraying the thoughts and feelings of characters.

Essentially, the story is pretty basic. My character makes friends with Issei and gets killed along with him when the Fallen Angels come along. Sona then reincarnates him into her Peerage. Pretty basic concept, but I'm hoping I can bring something new to it...not sure if that's false hope, but we'll see.

Now, the harems!

Issei: Rias, Asia, Akeno, Koneko, Xenovia, Irina, Ravel, Ophis

Logan: Sona, Tsubaki, Momo, Reya, Tomoe, Bennia, Tsubasa, Ruruko

I think I may have missed some out from Issei's, but I'm not quite sure. Feel free to leave suggestions for either harem, but no genderbending. I have another story for that sort of thing (though it may not be up yet, depends on which I end up uploading first). I also want to avoid making the harems too big; the maximum number of girls each can have is 15.

Also, I don't know if you've noticed, but I left it sort of open to having Kalawarner in the harem if anyone wants her in there. I don't really mind, but I'm seriously considering it.