A/N: Excellent point brought up. Does Trihexa (666) exist in this world? As of right now, I'm going to say yes. If my memory serves correctly, it's not necessarily canonical that God died sealing that beast away, it's just strongly implied that that's why he died. I don't know, I didn't plan that far ahead. You'll have to wait and see I guess, but that's a good point. Thanks for throwing that out here.

"BEEP. BEEP. Proverbs, 13:4. BEEP. BEEP. The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing, while the soul of the diligent is richly supplied. BEEP. BEE-"

SMACK

"Ugh," Issei groaned, covering his eyes with his arm. "I can't believe I lost that stupid bet with you."

"Pretty sure that this is a fairly tame 'punishment' for losing a bet, Issei. Besides, you get to wake up every morning to someone reading one of my quotes about how sloth is a sin! How could you not love waking up to my wisdom every morning," Yahweh said smugly.

'Pride is a sin you know,' Issei grumbled back, rolling himself out of bed. 'And before you say anything, yeah, yeah, I know. You're a Sacred Gear now so the rules don't apply to you as strongly anymore or whatever. Next time we make a bet, I'm winning for sure.'

"Issei, you do understand that even if you do manage to win a bet against me, keep in mind that is a BIG if, there's nothing you can actually make me do, right? I'm a Sacred Gear. I can't exactly do something that warrants you making a bet with me," God pointed out.

'Really?' Issei smirked. 'Why don't you check my mind?'

"If you want me to. I still don't see-OH NO. YOU WOULDN'T DARE."

'You made me buy an alarm clock that reads me bible verses about the sin of sloth every morning. Try me.'

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"I will keep that in mind."

"Issei, dear!" shouted Miki from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready! Hurry up or you'll be late!"

"Coming!" Issei yelled back while finishing putting on his uniform. 'This seems really clichè, don't you think?'

"What do you mean?"

'Haven't you paid any attention to any of the manga or anime that I've looked at? The main character lives in relative peace until he's sixteen or seventeen and then everything starts going wrong on the first day of school after someone tells him to hurry up and eat or he'll be late. It's the beginning of every light novel, movie, manga, and TV show ever made.'

"I'll be honest with you, Issei. Whenever you look at those things I tend to take a nap."

'I don't think you could be any more boring if you tried…' Issei deadpanned.

"Hmmph. Just for that, I'm going to take a nap right now. If you don't mind…"

"And here I thought sloth was a sin…" he muttered aloud.

"Hush, child. There's nothing else I can do in here aside from talking to you and sleeping. This qualifies as productive in my eyes."

'I thought you were taking a nap?'

"..."

"..."

"..."

Issei just shook his head and walked downstairs for breakfast.

"Well, are you excited for your first day?" Miki asked, serving up Issei's favorite Western-style breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice.

"I guess so," Issei replied, thanking her for the food. "I mean, I haven't been to a school since Irina left. I don't really remember anything."

"Ah, young love," his mom sighed, to which Issei rolled his eyes. She'd been making that same joke every time he mentioned Irina for nine years.

"I'm sure he's plenty excited," Gorou insisted. "After all, just look at all the girls there! I mean, our son could be drowning in women!"

"Dad~!" Issei groaned.

"Oh, dear," Miki shook her head.

"Now, now, don't be like that, Miki. Just think of all the grandchildren we could have if this goes well!" Gorou insisted.

She thought about this for a moment before turning back to Issei. "What's the female-to-male ratio at Kuoh again?"

"Uh...like five-to-one? I think?" Issei guessed.

"I want at least five grandchildren," Miki decided, before going back into the kitchen, causing Issei to let out another groan.

"Not right away, of course," Gorou clarified. "Wait a few years first. We're still too young to be called grandparents, you know."

"I'm getting older by just talking to the both of you…" Issei sighed before finishing up his breakfast. "Alright, I have to go or I'll be late. I don't need this to be any more of a clichè."

"Alright, son. Just be careful and make sure you keep your Uncle on a tight leash. You know how he gets," Gorou chuckled. If you'd told him ten years ago that he'd be asking his son to make sure that the God from the Bible didn't act out in school, he'd have called a psychologist to give you a thorough mental examination.

"I know, we'll be fine. MOM! I'M LEAVING!"

"Not without lunch you're not!" she called back, entering the room with a bento box. "Be careful out there. Love you!"

"Love you too, mom," he answered, taking the box and waving to his family before setting out.

"Look at that. Our son is all grown up," Miki sighed. "It feels like just yesterday that he was losing bets to a voice in his head."

"That was last week actually," Gorou pointed out.

"Oh, right…"

{Line Break}

After a short walk, Issei was finally arriving at the gates of Kuoh academy. He was wearing their school uniform, consisting of a black blazer over a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and brown dress shoes. In addition, he wore a shimmering silver rosary necklace with a large crimson-red gem in the center. It was a gift from his 'Uncle' Michael after getting his fifth pair of wings and he'd worn it obsessively ever since.

After walking through the gates, he could already hear the whispers.

"Who's that? Is he new this year?"

"Oh, he's cute! I hope he's not a massive pervert…"

"Just keep him away from those two."

"Maybe he and Kiba will fall and love and have lots of-"

"Kiara, would you relax with your fantasies!"

"...Sorry…"

While walking towards the buildings, Issei just chuckled slightly to himself. He knew that he was objectively attractive, such would occur after training obsessively for nine years. That's not to mention the fact that the supernatural usually were far more appealing to look at than ordinary humans. Especially angels. It was said that Gabriel was not only the most beautiful woman in Heaven, but the most beautiful woman to ever exist in the realm. He really wanted to meet her. She was also supposed to be really sweet too. He definitely didn't want to meet her only because of how pretty she was supposed to be, he wasn't some kind of womanizer who treated them as objects or trophies! That would be preposterous!

Satisfied with his newfound sense of morality as it relates to not viewing one of the Four Great Seraphim as an object of his attraction, Issei finally arrived at the Student Council Office. Apparently, it was relatively uncommon for students to join the school after freshman year, so they would be given their schedules for the school year the year prior. This meant that Issei had to first visit the Student Council to get his schedule before going to class, pretty much guaranteeing him to be slightly late and even more of a center of attention.

'So much for this not being clichè,' he thought to himself, before knocking on the door.

"Enter!" came a female voice from inside. Issei opened the door to a mid-sized office. It had several cabinets and bookshelves along the walls, with one couch along the left side. Near the center was a large desk, on one side sat a young woman with shoulder-length, black hair and a set of piercing violet eyes behind a pair of glasses. She wore the female Kuoh Academy uniform, which was a white, long-sleeved dress shirt, a black shoulder cape and matching corset, a black ribbon, and a frighteningly short magenta skirt. Every time he looked at one of those he wondered how the person in charge of the school wasn't arrested.

Beside her stood another young woman with black hair and glasses, though her hair was long. As in, all the way to her ankles long. She also wore the Kuoh Academy girls' uniform and the two of them together formed quite the intimidating duo. Especially with what Issei and Yahweh noticed immediately upon entering the room.

'They're devils?!' he asked in shock.

"Seems like it. Don't panic or react, just ask completely naturally. She might sense something off about you if she's talented, but she won't know anything further than you may not be entirely human," Yahweh instructed.

'Got it,' he agreed. 'Besides, I want to make peace between all three factions. Maybe it'll help to have some devil friends?'

"Probably would."

Fortunately for him, his observation and quick discussion took all of a few seconds, as he turned to close the door as the woman sitting down spoke up. "You're...Issei Hyoudou, is that right?" she asked, looking up from a sheet of paper.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, bowing slightly. "Are you the Student Council President?"

"Indeed. My name is Sona Shitori and this is Tsubaki Shinra, my Vice President. Please, sit."

"Thank you, president, vice president," he nodded at the two and took a seat.

"So, you're new this year?"

"Yes, president. I've been homeschooled until now."

"And why is that?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Perceptive one she is," Yahweh chuckled.

"My parents and I felt like I could get a better education at home," Issei said, deciding that, since it was technically the truth, he wouldn't get any points towards his 'sin score' that Yahweh had been tallying for entertainment. "We decided I would attend Kuoh so I would be better prepared for college."

"I see," she nodded, looking back at the paper. "So, after high school, you plan to go to college, do you?"

"I will likely either attend Kuoh's college division or enter the workforce at my Uncle's company," Issei answered.

"Very well," she sighed. "Here's your schedule, Issei. Your first class is in room 2-B. Hurry along, you're already late."

"Yes, president. Thank you," he took the paper and bowed. "Vice president."

After leaving the room, Sona turned to her vice president. "Something about him seems off…"

"I agree. I couldn't sense anything, but he didn't seem totally human," Tsubaki agreed.

"Besides, it's rather...uncommon to transfer to high school during the second year, especially for that reason. We'll have to keep an eye on him."

"Yes, president."

{Line Break}

'You know, I should be insulted that she got upset at me about my being late,' Issei thought while walking to the classroom Sona pointed him towards. 'I mean, it wasn't my decision to have me pick up my schedule after school started.'

"The bigger question is why she was there. Doesn't she have to go to class too?" Yahweh pointed out.

'I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT!' Issei exclaimed, eyes wide in shock. 'Come to think of it, the Student Council Presidents in all the anime and manga are always in their office too! Don't they have to go to class? If being president means you don't have class, why doesn't everybody run?'

"Forbidden knowledge," Yahweh nodded in agreement. "Keep it hush-hush for now. By the way, I forgot to mention. You got one extra sin point in there. That brings your total for the week up to 27."

'What?! How?! It's only Monday! And what did I do wrong in there?'

"Don't you remember thinking about the skirts? We may have an agreement of me not going into your thoughts, but I know exactly what you were thinking. Don't lie to me, Issei."

'I have no idea what you're talking about,' he huffed back, a slight blush on his face. 'Besides, even if I was-'

"GOTCHA!"

'Oh, shut up. We're here.'

Sure enough, Issei had reached the outside of classroom 2-B and knocked on the door. After a short pause, the door opened, revealing a smiling, middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses. "You must be our new student!" she exclaimed in a bubbly voice. "Please, come in! Come in!"

"Yes, thank you, Ms.-"

"It's Ms. Hatcher. My family was from England," she answered happily, closing the door behind him. "Alright, class! We have a new student transferring in today! Why don't you introduce yourself?"

"Hello! My name's Issei Hyoudou. Glad to meet all of you," Issei greeted with a slight bow. The class quickly started talking about him amongst themselves.

"He's cute!"

"I know that, I saw him this morning!"

"We get the second Kiba! Yay!"

"Not another one!" the boys wailed.

"Alright, quiet down, class!" Ms. Hatcher clapped loudly. "Now, does anyone have any questions for Issei before we get back into the lesson? Yes, Murayama? Please introduce yourself before asking."

"Hello, my name's Murayama," the girl stood and greeted. She had brown hair in a ponytail with a red ribbon holding it there. "Where'd you get your necklace? Are you a Catholic?"

"I got it from my...Uncle...yeah, my Uncle," Issei answered slowly.

"Real smooth," Yahweh commented.

"And I suppose that yes, I am a Catholic."

"So, you're not a pervert?" she asked suspiciously.

"I would like to think I'm not?" he answered awkwardly.

"Good," she replied simply and sat back down.

"Alright, anyone else? Yes, you next."

"I'm Katase," another girl stood and introduced herself. She had pink hair and a bright smile. "Are you single? And are you gonna join a club?"

"Yes, I am single. I don't know if I'll join any clubs. Honestly, I don't really know any of the clubs that are here," Issei admitted.

"You should join the Kendo Club!" she exclaimed.

"Katase! Don't just recruit people!" Murayama complained.

"Why not?"

"Alright, you two, sit back down. You can discuss your clubs later," Ms. Hatcher quieted them down. "You can take a seat back there."

'Ok, now this is just getting ridiculous!' Issei thought, walking towards his seat. 'This cannot be real! A seat at the back of the class near the window? How clichè can you get?'

"What, do you think you're in some sort of anime or something? Come on, you're not that interesting," Yahweh deadpanned.

'A guy can dream!' he snapped back.

"Alright, back to the lesson!" Ms. Hatcher excitedly announced.

{Line Break}

"...And that's why anarcho-communism is actually the best system of government. It's so far left, it's right! And there's the bell. Enjoy your lunch everyone!" the bubbly teacher said, before skittering out of the room.

'Finally, I thought that would never end,' Issei mentally groaned. 'And I thought your lessons were boring!'

"As much as I'd love to yell at you for being an ungrateful brat, you've got some company."

'Hmm?' Issei hummed before turning his head to be met with a smiling pinkette.

"Your name's Issei, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, Issei Hyoudou. A pleasure to meet you," he smiled, standing up and reaching his hand out.

"Yeah, you too," she answered, shaking his hand. "So, did you think about joining the Kendo Club?"

"Are you sure that would be ok? Your friend didn't seem too receptive to the idea," he chuckled.

"Oh, she'll get over it. Come on! Let's go have lunch!" she insisted, grabbing his hand and pulling him along.

"Hey, hold on! Slow down!" Issei grinned as he was pulled along with her.

The two found a spot outside to sit and eat lunch.

"So, have you ever tried kendo before?" Katase asked, opening her lunch.

"Not kendo specifically, no, but I have done some work with sword combat before," he replied.

"Well, you should think about joining! You'd be the only guy there, too."

"So that's what this is about. You could have just started with that."

"Hey, I wanted to get to know you too!" she pouted and rubbed her arm. "I mean, you are kinda cute and you said you were single, so I figured if you joined the Kendo Club I could get to know you a bit better…"

'Cute…' Issei thought. "Alright, I'll give it a shot if it'll make you happy."

"You will? Aw, thanks, Issei!" she exclaimed, giving a massive grin.

"Sure. If you answer a question. What was with Murayama asking about perverts? You'd think that was kind of a...weird question, to say the least."

"Well, we kind of have a bit of a problem with perverts here," she admitted. "Most of the guys are but especially two that are so open about it we call them 'the Perverted Duo.'"

"Wow. That bad?"

"Yeah. It gets kind of annoying, but Murayama really hates it."

"I can understand why," Issei nodded. "From a logical standpoint, you could perceive it as flattery, though a fairly deplorable form of it, admittedly."

"Uh, I guess?" she said, a little confused.

"Don't mind me, I'm just a bit of a rambler. So, after school, right?"

"Yeah!"

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Across campus, in the old school building, a young woman stood at the window gazing out at the grounds below. She was, in a word, gorgeous, with her long crimson hair and her deep blue eyes.

"Did Sona tell you about our new student? He sure seems popular," another young woman came behind her and giggled. She was just as beautiful as the first but had lengthy black hair with a yellow ribbon.

"Yes, she did, Akeno," the crimson-haired girl replied. "She said she sensed something...different about him."

"Are you planning on having Koneko tail him for a while?" Akeno asked.

"Yes."

"Be careful, Rias. It could be dangerous."

"Thanks for your concern, but not following him is just as dangerous…" Rias replied, tightening her fist even more.

{Line Break}

The rest of the day passed by without incident, Issei going to his classes and reacquainting himself with society. After the final bell rang, he headed for the Kendo Club room to meet up with Katase and the rest of the club members. After a few minutes of wandering aimlessly, he found it.

'There it is,' he thought, reaching for the door. 'Hope she's not too mad at me for being late…'

Issei opened the door to what some individuals in the school would consider to be paradise. There were a total of six girls in there, including Murayama but not including Katase, and they were all in various states of undress while changing into their kendo uniforms. "AHHHH! PERVERT!"

"Sorry!" he shouted, quickly closing the door and turning around.

"I think that's worth 3 points," Yahweh hummed.

'That's only worth 1-wait a minute, that shouldn't count at all! How is it my fault half a dozen attractive girls were getting changed in the clubroom instead of the locker room?'

"Hmm, a fair argument," Yahweh nodded. "Two points."

'HEY, THAT'S NOT-'

"Issei! You made it!" Katase exclaimed, running towards him. "Why's your face all red?"

"Clubroom...changing...girls…" he stuttered out, still trying to process the image.

"Changing…? OH! Murayama!" she groaned. "I told her you'd be coming today! I'm really sorry about that! I'll go explain to them that this is NOT your fault."

"Girls...underwear...pink…" he babbled, as she giggled and went into the clubroom.

"That's another 2 points," Yahweh sighed. "And I tried so hard to make you not a pervert."

'I'm NOT a pervert!' Issei snapped back. 'It just...caught me off-guard!'

"Ok, Issei? You can come in now," Katase said, popping her head out the door. "I already explained everything to them, so you should be safe. Can you speak ok now? I don't think my point will hold up if you're in a perverted daze. Pervert."

"I'm not a pervert! Walking into a room full of six extremely attractive girls in their underwear will catch any seventeen-year-old guy off-guard, ok?" he defended.

"I'm just teasing you," she giggled. "I guess you got lucky for your first day. Now come on!"

Issei sighed and rubbed his face before walking into the room. "Wow, this is really cool," he commented.

"Isn't it?" Katase agreed. It was a fairly large room decorated like a dojo, with various training equipment scattered about including dummies, swords, armors, weights, and targets.

"Hello, pervert," Murayama coldly greeted.

"I'm not a pervert!" Issei defended.

"Not yet at least. Lay off him, Mury. He's not the one who decided everyone should change in the middle of the clubroom. We have locker rooms for that, you know," Katase pointed out.

"Hmmph!" Murayama huffed, turning away.

"You're really an angel, you know that?" Issei said sarcastically. "Anyway, so kendo is just like normal sword fighting but with armor and bamboo swords, right?"

"They're called bokken, but yes, essentially," Katase nodded. "How about this. You fight Murayama and if you win she has to admit you aren't a pervert and apologize for calling you one-"

"Hey! Don't volunteer me for bets!" Murayama protested.

"And if you lose, you have to do anything Murayama says for a whole school day," Katase finished.

"That hardly seems even…" Issei deadpanned.

"High stakes low reward. Hmmm, a really tough choice on this one, Issei," Yahweh commented sarcastically.

'Well, yeah, but I don't want to look like a wimp. Besides, it's not like they can beat me, right?'

"..."

'Right?'

"No comment."

'Well, now I'm taking it just to spite you,' Issei declared. "Alright, fine. I'm game. I want one other thing from her too. I get to make her do one thing for me. That seems fair. If I lose, I have to do anything for a whole day, but if I win she has to apologize and do only one thing."

"Fine, but you're going to regret that, pervert…" Murayama huffed and went to put her gear on.

"Sorry about her. She's actually really sweet," Katase apologized. "Murayama just really hates perverts and so many of the guys here try to sneak peeks at her, she doesn't trust any of them."

"I understand," he sighed, looking through the bokken to find one he wanted, even if they were all nearly identical. "That's why I took the bet. Maybe she'll warm up to me a bit."

"That's the spirit! But don't think you'll win too easily," Katase winked. "She is our captain, after all."

"Well, looks like I'm in for a challenge. Is it alright if I don't wear the armor?"

"Well, I don't think there's a rule saying you must wear it, especially since this is an unofficial match…"

"Great," he said, heading towards the sparring area.

"Wait, aren't you worried about getting hurt?" she asked worriedly.

"Nah, don't worry about me. I doubt anyone could give me more than a bruise with one of these things, even at full strength."

"If you're sure…"

"You seem rather confident," Murayama commented, approaching Issei with her own bokken in hand.

"Well, I have to be. If you're not confident in your victory then there is no chance that you will obtain it. You know what they say, victorious warriors seek to win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win."

"Are you quoting Sun Tzu to me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I'm very impressed you knew who that was from, actually," he replied, rather surprised. "Most people have heard of him but don't know any of his stuff or just say 'bless you' when I bring his name up."

"Of course I know Sun Tzu, but this isn't a history lesson, this is a spar. Ready?"

"Born ready. Any rules I should know about?"

"First to three clean hits wins. If your opponent should be unable to continue before those three hits, you win by default."

"That sounds fair. Ready?"

"Ready.'"

"Fight!" another girl yelled out, starting the match.

Murayama moved first, striking horizontally from Issei's left side, which he easily blocked. She forced more weight on the blade, trying to force his sword to an awkward angle, but Issei caught her off-guard. He allowed her to over-extend before throwing his 'full' strength to shove her back before swiping diagonally up from her lower left side. She managed to lean back in time to dodge it, but not in time to evade or block his thrust, which caught her into the chest guard.

"Point, Issei Hyoudou!" announced the girl from before.

"That was fast!"

"He's good!"

"Nice job, Issei!" Katase called.

"Hmm, so you aren't hopeless after all," Murayama commented.

"Don't go so easy on me next time," Issei grinned.

"Fight!"

This time, Issei moved first, making several consecutive strikes that were all perfectly blocked or parried. She forced him into a blade lock, sliding their blades downwards towards the floor before shoulder checking him, catching him off-balance in time to go for a horizontal strike that caught his side.

"Point, Murayama!"

"That looked like it hurt!"

"Nice job, Mury!"

"Hang in there, Issei!" Katase cheered.

"There, now that's a bit better," Issei chuckled.

"Don't patronize me," Murayama said back.

"Fight!"

The next few rounds were all much closer and much longer than the first two, neither able to land a strike for a long period of time before they were tied at 2-2.

"Alright, last round! The winner of this round wins the bet!" the announcer girl said. "Ok, fight!"

Not set to take any chances, Issei struck. He fainted a jab to her left side before making a powerful swipe at her right. She managed to block the swipe with a grunt of resistance and a shocked face at the sudden increase in force. From there, Issei got more and more aggressive, pressing his offense and forcing her into a state of a completely desperate defense. Issei then made a final powerful horizontal swing, which was blocked once more by Murayama, but Issei smirked anyway.

"You fought well, Mury, but I win."

"Don't call me Mury! And you haven't won any-"

SNAP

Murayama was interrupted by the sound of her bokken snapping from the force of Issei's swing. "I suppose that's the match," Issei grinned, before gently poking her stomach with his bokken while she just stared at her broken one in shock.

"T-th-that's it!" the announcer girl said, still in relative shock. "Issei Hyoudou is the winner!"

"He beat Mury!"

"So cool!"

"How'd he do that!"

"Do you think he'll go out with me?"

"Nice job, Issei!" Katase congratulated him. "Now, Mury, in accordance with the bet…"

"I never agreed to anything," Murayama huffed, turning away.

"Oh, come on, just do it! He took a completely one-sided bet just to get you to admit he's not a pervert!" Katase complained.

"Fine…" Murayama turned back towards him and looked down to speak softly. "You...you're not a pervert. I'm sorry I blamed you for our decision to change in the open like that…"

"It's fine, I appreciate the apology. I'm sorry for walking in on you like that," Issei answered. "But, you still have to do one thing for me."

"What is it…" she grumbled, narrowing her eyes at him.

"You have to…" he paused for dramatic effect, as everyone leaned their heads towards him for some reason. "Let me call you Mury!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"WHAT?"

"I want you to let me call you Mury," Issei shrugged.

"Why?" she asked, bewildered while Katase just started giggling.

"Well, all your friends call you that, ergo, if I call you Mury, we're friends," Issei reasoned.

"That's not how anything works," Yahweh deadpanned.

"Well?" Katase asked.

"Fine…" Murayama mumbled. "Y-you can call me Mury…"

"Thanks a lot, Mury," Issei said with a wink. "I'll come back another time, but I have to head home for now."

"But you just got here!" Katase pouted.

"I was just coming to check this place out this time. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" Issei shrugged, patting her head before walking away. "Bye, Katase. Bye, Mury."

"Bye, Issei!"

"...Bye…"

After Issei had left, Katase turned to her friend. "Well? I told you!"

"Shut up," she grumbled, turning away.

"Does Mury have a crush?"

"I DO NOT!"

{Line Break}

"You know, she was actually really good," Yahweh commented. "I mean, you're not particularly good at sword combat-"

'HEY!'

"But she forced you to use some of your angel strength to win. Few ordinary humans can do something like that without a Sacred Gear. Still, I feel like I should give you a sin point for cheating."

'What do you mean cheating?! I didn't cheat!'

"You used your angel strength…"

'And where in the rules does it say that supernaturals can't use fractional portions of their strength?'

"..."

'Exactly. If anything, I should lose sin points for taking it easy on her. I wouldn't have used it at all, but I had to win the bet.'

"You win this round, child. Mark my words, I shall be victorious in our next verbal bout."

Issei continued on his trek home across a local bridge when he noticed he had some company. A cute, short, black-haired girl seemed to be walking towards him. When he turned to look at her, she blushed slightly but continued walking forwards.

'Fallen angel, right?' Issei asked Yahweh.

"Definitely. I think I remember her...let's see here," Yahweh hummed. "Maybe it'll click when she starts talking. There were a lot of angels and it's been a few thousand years."

"Um...you're Issei Hyoudou, right?" the girl asked shyly.

"That's me. And who are you? You probably shouldn't be out on the streets by yourself you know," Issei pointed out.

"O-oh...I'll be fine. My name's Yuuma. Yuuma Amano," she stuttered out. "I was wondering...would you please go out with me!"

"Yuuma...hmmm...AH! I remember now! She was a sweet one."

'You remember her? Wait, how did she fall? Should I be aware of something?'

"You'll be fine...probably… Anyway, I can't tell you how she fell. That's personal information that I can't give you. If you want to know, you'll have to ask her. But you have to wait until AFTER she trusts you completely because that's an EXTREMELY personal question. Asking a stranger if they're a virgin is less personal than asking a fallen angel how they fell. Just know that I don't personally have any hostilities towards her. Now you should probably answer because you've been staring at her for over 10 seconds now, it's getting awkward…"

"Oh! Uh, sorry, you just...caught me off guard a little, I didn't mean to make you wait so long," Issei chuckled sheepishly. "Why not? Sure. I'm free this weekend if you want to go then."

"Really?" she looked up at him smiling. "That would be great! Thank you!"

"Of course. Now, you really shouldn't be walking the streets on your own like this. Why don't you let me walk you to wherever it is you live?"

"No, I'll be fine."

"Are you sure, Yuuma? I'm just worried about you. It's getting late you know."

"T-thanks," Yuuma blushed. "But I'll be fine. Besides, my parents might get the wrong idea if I brought a boy home."

"I guess that makes sense," Issei nodded. 'She's a really good actress if this isn't real.'

"Is she?" God sighed. "I wonder what she wants with you?"

"Ok, well, bye, Issei!" she called out, waving to him before turning and running in the other direction.

"Bye, Yuuma!" he waved back.

"I think you have one more visitor."

'I hope it's another cute girl,' Issei thought to himself. 'You heard that didn't you…'

"Plus one sin point for infidelity," Yahweh commented.

'Oh, shut up. We just met and I haven't done anything...yet…'

"Square current point value for incessant lechery…"

'I swear you make up these rules as you go along…' Issei sighed before walking forward. 'So, can you help me find this person? Whoever it is must be extremely good at reconnaissance. I don't sense anything at all.'

"Keep walking forward for about three minutes until you get to that corner. Make the left turn and then jump on top of the building."

'That's...extremely detailed. What if people see me?'

"If you need me to come up with a solution to that then you have failed as my student."

'Cold!' As instructed, Issei continued walking forward until he reached the corner. While turning it, he quickly cast an illusion barrier that would make everything within a 5-foot radius of him seem completely ordinary and uninteresting before leaping on top of the building with a quick flap of a pair of his wings. 'Ok, now what?'

"Pay close attention to the ground. I'll be able to tell when they come by." Issei leaned over the ledge of the building and simply watched blow him for his stalker. After about a minute, a very short girl licking a lollipop started walking by. "It's her."

'Gotcha,' Issei nodded and silently dropped down behind her. "I didn't expect my stalker to be so...short."

The girl jumped and whirled around looking at him with wide eyes. "You...how…"

"Oh...my...god…" he breathed out with wide eyes. She barely came up to his chest in height and had shoulder-length white hair with a cat hairpiece in it. She was your picture-esque adorable little sister. "YOU'RE SO CUTE!"

"What?" she asked, a slight redness to her cheeks.

"LOOK AT YOU! And you go to Kuoh too? This must be my lucky day! Oh, thank the lord!"

"I had nothing to do with this. Plus one sin point."

"Pervert."

"So adora-wait, pervert? I'm not a pervert!" Issei stopped mid-sentence to protest. "You being adorable does not make me a pervert. Moving on, why were you following me? You seem kind of...stoic...to be one of those...ah, what are they called? Yandere? Yeah, that."

"I'm not a yandere!" she insisted.

"And I'm not a pervert. Now, can I help you? Just because you're one of the most adorable things I've ever seen doesn't mean I'm not a little upset that you were following me. Come on~, tell me!"

"You're not human," she said with a straight face.

'Wow, jackpot,' he thought.

"Well, you weren't exactly subtle about confronting her. I thought you were just going to figure out who it was and deal with it later."

"What's your point?" he shrugged. "Neither are you."

"...What are you?" she narrowed her eyes.

"Well, little devil, I can't tell you that," Issei chuckled. "Now, now, don't back away all nervous-like. I would never hurt someone who had no intention of hurting me, especially if they're as cute as you are!"

"How do you know?"

"Same way you knew I wasn't human. Now, why don't you come with me and you can ask me some questions, ok?"

The girl was hesitant at first but nodded and followed him. He led her over to a small café that was across from where they were and sat at a small table for the two of them. Issei just ordered tea while the girl across from him ordered a hot chocolate and some sort of chocolate pastry.

"So, you still haven't told me your name. I'm assuming you know mine, but, just in case, I'm Issei Hyoudou."

"Koneko Toujou. First-year," she replied simply.

"So, why don't you tell me why you were following me?" Issei asked.

"..."

"Well? I am paying for all of this you know," he pointed out.

"..."

"Alright. If you tell me why you were following me I'll buy you anything you want from the candy shop next door."

"Wow, that's not creepy at all. You're luring children with promises of candy now? Good lord…"

'This is different in context!' he protested. 'And YOU'RE the lord! You don't get to complain to yourself, that's not how anything works!'

"Good point."

"Fine," she said after the waitress set down her hot chocolate and pastry. "But...how did you know-"

"I can be pretty observant. You ordered a chocolate pastry and a hot chocolate. Plus, you were licking a lollipop when I caught you stalking me, little yandere. Call it a lucky guess."

"I'm not a yandere…"

"So, why were you following me?"

"I was requested to investigate you to see if you were a threat," she said, sipping her hot chocolate.

"See, that was easy. Who asked you to?" Koneko hesitated for a moment. "Ah. Is this person threatening you?"

"No!"

"Calm down, I never meant anything by it," he held his hands up in defense. "I was just worried you might have been in trouble from something I did. So, this person is good to you? Actually, wait a second...you're a devil and you were requested to follow me to check for threats...are you one of those evil pieces?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I won't ask you what piece you are, though I already have a guess-"

"Definitely a pawn. She's too small for anything else," Yahweh reasoned.

"However, I really want to know what they want. Do you think your king would be willing to meet with me so I can show I'm not a threat? I really am a peace-loving guy, you know. That's kinda my whole schtick."

"I don't know."

"Well, why don't you ask them once we're done here, hmm? I'd love to meet them. I'll even give you a note if that'll help. Have any other questions?"

"Why did you agree to go with that girl?"

"Oh, Yuuma? She seemed like a nice girl, why not," Issei shrugged.

"But she was a-" Koneko started with a suspicious look.

"Fallen angel? Yeah, she was. And you're an adorable devil. This just proves that both factions can be cute."

"That's it? You're trusting us because we're 'cute?' Pervert…"

"I like this one a lot," Yahweh laughed.

"I'M NOT A-" Issei sighed. "I'm not a pervert. You could just take my compliment, you know. I already told you, I'm a peace-loving kinda guy, so I give everyone the benefit of the doubt. I don't really care what faction you're from; fallen, devils, angels, youkai, whatever. I see no reason why we can't all just sit together and get along."

"And if she tries to kill you for being a potential threat?"

"I don't think that'll happen," he waved her off. "Besides, I'm not exactly the easiest person to kill. Now, you seem to have finished everything rather quickly, so why don't I make good on that promise to take you next door now, huh? I've got to get home. Sound good?"

Koneko just nodded.

"I'll admit, even I don't know what you're planning," Yahweh admitted. "You're being rather nice to this devil girl."

'Well, two reasons. My whole goal is peace, so I might as well make as many friends from different factions as I can.'

"And the second?"

'SHE'S THE MOST ADORABLE THING I'VE EVER SEEN! IF WE BECOME FRIENDS MAYBE SHE'LL LET ME HUG HER AND CARRY HER AROUND AND-'

"I definitely failed… Archangel Michael help us now…" Yahweh cried.

{Line Break}

Knock. Knock.

"Come in, Koneko," called a crimson-haired young woman from her desk. The door opened and shut before she looked up. "Welcome...back?"

"Hello, president," Koneko said. In her arms was a very large brown bag overflowing with various sweets and candy.

"Uh, Koneko? What...is all of this? And where did you get the money to buy all of it?" Rias asked, standing up and walking towards the short devil.

"Here," she answered, setting down the giant sack on the table and handing her the receipt.

"Koneko, I can't afford-"

"It's a note," she said, sitting on the couch and starting on the large bag of sweets. "It's from him."

Unfurling the note, Rias began to read.

'Hello, Koneko's Devil King! Your adorable little servant was following me today. She's very good at her job, you know. I didn't notice her until I was almost home! Anyway, I took her to a café to see what she wanted and she said you wanted to see if I was a threat! I will say I'm hurt, but I understand. As a token of my goodwill, I purchased this giant bag of sweets for this adorable little devil girl over there in hopes that you are willing to meet with me! I'm a peace-loving kinda guy, so, no worries! If you want to meet me, send Koneko. She's just the cutest thing ever! Anyway, I look forward to talking with you! ~Issei Hyoudou'

"He's a bit…" Rias hesitated.

"Eccentric?" Koneko asked dryly.

"Yes. You seem to have made quite the impression on him though," she giggled.

"My, my, who's the lucky guy, president?" another girl asked as she walked through the door with a tray of tea. "I never thought Koneko would be the first of us to get a boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend," Koneko denied, continuing to nibble on her sweets.

"Apparently, this Issei is more advanced than we thought, Akeno," Rias said, handing the note to her. After setting the tea down, she read through the note.

"Well, he seems to be quite taken with our Koneko!" Akeno giggled. "Do you intend to meet with him, president?"

"What do you think, Koneko? Was he genuine?" Rias asked.

"He seemed genuine," Koneko nodded. "And he bought me a lot of sweets…"

"Luring a young girl with sweets, is he? My, my, what a naughty underclassman he is!" Akeno teased. "Are you hiding anything else from us, Koneko?"

"No," she shot back, though failing to prevent the pink blush on her cheeks. "Pervert."

"Well, I guess we'll meet with him then," Rias sighed. "I wonder what he wants to meet with us for?"

"You're just disappointed because you wanted him in your peerage. Don't quit yet, maybe he'll agree," Akeno shrugged.

"I guess...I just...I'm running out of time…"