A/N: I'm taking suggestions for potential future servants, so feel free to hit me up! Just try to avoid the more common ones. EMIYA, Medusa, Medea, Cu and Gilgamesh are overused as hell. I may make an exception for Artoria though, considerin' the whole Excalibur thing. That'll definitely be interesting.

Kyousuke would like to say that his newest companion, Tamamo, had no influence over his life. But that'd be a lie. Because she had insistently stated that he was wasting his good looks and that he'd never find a lover at this rate. Who was she, his mom?

Either way, he reluctantly followed her advice and decided to unbutton his blazer, revealing his blue shirt underneath. In a way, it resembled Issei's style. If not for the fact that Tamamo stressed that he had to make his blazer all tattered to go with the bad boy look that he was fairly sure he wasn't trying to monopolize on. So what if his spiky blue hair made him look like a delinquent? He was a model student, dammit!

Which of course, led him to his current dilemma. Sona chewing him out for fucking up the school dress code.

"The school dress code is very important. To see you tarnish that is an insult to not only this school, but the student council itself!"

She was wagging her finger in front of his face. He bit it.

She flinched back like a cat. "W-What the heck was that for?!"

"Well, you were wagging your finger there and I couldn't resist."

Okay, maybe he was a bit of a bad boy. He blamed Kintoki.

She scowled. "Please take this seriously."

"Oh, but I am."

He was beginning to enjoy a certain new hobby. Flustering his president. Sure, she was all cool and stoic and stuff. But he thought she looked much better with emotions on her face. And for some reason, he was the only one who had the guts to tease her. Even that new kid, what was his name? Saji? Yeah, that was it. He worshiped the ground Sona walked on.

Kyousuke wasn't like that. Oh sure, he respected Sona and saw her as a dear friend, but he wasn't gonna treat her like some sort of deity just because he was her servant. He likened it to how Whis treated Beerus in that show Dragon Ball he tended to watch now and again.

They both locked eyes for a good minute before Sona groaned and turned away.

"I'll make an exception for your uniform. On one condition."

His eyebrow rose. "Shoot."

"You help Rias."

That was something he wasn't expecting. "Elaborate."

And so she told him all about Riser Phenex and his motley crew of douchebags. Apparently it had to do with devil politics and all that, which she had thankfully drilled into his head by this point. At first, she believed there wasn't anything she could do. She didn't want to trade any members to Rias for this upcoming Rating Game and she was too busy to help them train.

But that's where he came in.

Apparently it wasn't against the rules to lend a member to another Peerage, temporarily. And since Sona knew she had more than enough members to function without him, she was going to lend him to Rias' Peerage for the next Rating Game.

"Had I never met you," she said softly, "I wouldn't have had enough members to even think about temporarily losing one. Because of you, I can help my best friend."

He had to admit. It was weird to see her being this vulnerable, but he knew how much she cherished Rias. So what else could he do but agree?

"Sure thing, Prez. I'll be sure to cook us some chicken. One question though, grilled or fried?"

She laughed softly at that. "Fried sounds good to me."

"I can work with that" he said with a smirk befitting of a devil.

"What the hell am I looking at?" Kyousuke asked as he entered the apartment he had moved into. He had done this on purpose. If he still lived with his parents, there was the chance that they'd be targeted. So the farther he was from his previous life, the better. He still visited them though.

But that wasn't what concerned him. What concerned him was the fact that Mittelt had apparently moved in.

"Why?"

She looked up from the book she was reading. "Well. Raynare and the others got roasted and I didn't have any place to stay since my old haunt was destroyed in the crossfire. So Sona gave me permission to bunk with you."

He'd have a word with Sona about this later.

Either way, he had to admit. With the light blue t-shirt, blue jean-shorts and white sneakers she was now wearing, she really did scream 'Imouto' and he wanted nothing more than to cherish her with cuddles and stuffed animals.

"So," he said as he sat down on the recliner across from the couch she was lounging in, "do you really not miss them?"

"Who?"

"Raynare and company."

"Well," she mused as she bit into a cookie that she'd clearly stolen from his pantry, "I was sad at first. But then Rias-san told me what they said about me. That they were expecting me to die and laughed at the fact that I defected. Saying that I was a coward and all that. I mean, I expected that, but it hurt to have it confirmed."

His eyebrow rose. "So the cookie is comfort food, then?"

"I guess. I did see them as friends after all. But, I have new friends now. You, the President, Rias-san and Asia-chan. I couldn't really ask for much else."

Oh right. Asia had been turned into a devil. That was a thing. He was apparently in Tamamo-mode for most of that event, so it was a real blur.

"Well, if you need to confide in anyone, I'm here."

"Aw, that's so sweet, Onii-chan."

He clutched his heart. Critical damage! He knew that she had said that just to tease him. But two could play that game.

"Anything for my dear Imouto."

She snorted before turning back to her book. "Yeah, yeah. So, anything interesting happen today?"

"The Prez wants to lend me to Rias-san's Peerage to help her win a Rating Game against a chicken."

". . . What?"

"Riser Phenex. Dick Extraordinaire. Arranged marriage stuff. She wins against him, she's free. He wins, he gets to do the tango with her forever."

Mittelt frowned. "Urgh. Even Fallen Angels didn't stoop that far."

"You tried to kill me."

She waved her hand. "But I didn't try to force you to have babies."

"I'm a guy."

"Semantics."

His eyebrow rose. "Well, whatever. Be sure to look out for the Prez while I'm gone, yeah?"

"I'll stab anyone who gets any funny ideas."

"Please don't stab Issei's friends."

"I was hoping you wouldn't read into that."

With that, the conversation died off as Mittelt dove back into her book and he decided to make himself something to eat.

A Rating Game, huh? I guess I can finally test out my true potential as a Rook and wielder of a Sacred Gear. Are you guys ready?

I'm ready to electrify some chicken! Kintoki replied.

I'll teach him how flawed his 'immortality' really is~. Tamamo chimed.

He couldn't help but shake his head at their antics. His servants really were one of a kind.