This is an Issei replacement OC story, with yuri. The OC joins Rias' peerage. If these things don't appeal to you, then turn back here. But, if the idea intrigues you, please read on.

And to old readers of mine, I've been very preoccupied lately, with job seeking and moving to a new house. But now that I'm starting to settle in and I seem to have a good chance of getting some work soon, I'll be able to focus on writing hopefully. I quite enjoy this character, and I want to see her go the distance.

Depending on how well this first chapter is received, this story might end up being what my writing focus is on for a while. If anyone is waiting on my other stories, I'm not sure when they'll be picked up again, if ever. Right now, I just want to learn to enjoy writing again, to make the most of my fresh start in a new home.

Anyway, on with the chapter.


It was a fine day at Kuoh Academy. The birds were singing, the wind was blowing, and the school perverts were trying to peak on the kendo team. Business as usual.

"Murayama's boobs are so big!"

"She's 82-70-81."

"Katase has great legs!"

"She's 78.5-65-79."

"I miraculously found this spot during PE!"

"Well, it looks like you've used up your daily dose of miracles, Matsuda."

The perverts froze. Shaking, the two turned around to see a third student standing over them.

Yoko was a seventeen-year-old girl with long, stylishly messy, black hair that reached down to the small of her back, with an equally messy fringe swept to the right of her forehead. Like the two perverts she wore the male version of Kuoh academies uniform, which did a much better job of flattering her figure than it did theirs.

"I-Ikawazu!" They gulped, leaning back against the building.

"F-Fancy s-seeing you he-here." Motohama said, pushing his glasses up his nose, hoping for the glare to hide his fearful gaze.

"S-So, Ikawazu." Matsuda wiped his brow, removing the sweat that had started to build. "A-Any chance that we can convince you to not rat us out."

"Oh? And what could you two losers possible have that could convince me?" Ikawazu Yoko asked of the damned. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, smirking down at the pair. "What could I possibly gain?"

"I-I'll tell you any girl's measurements you like!" Motohama said, wringing his hands together.

"And I'd care about that…why?" Yoko raised a brow. "A girl's sizes would only be useful if I were buying her some sexy lingerie as a gift. I'm not that charitable with the girls I date."

"I'll buy you some juice!" Matsuda tried next.

"Oh please, I stopped extorting shmucks like you for juice in middle-school. Besides, I'm not so poor that I can't buy my own juice, you know."

"E-Erm…a favour to old school chums?"

"Sure, we went to middle-school together, but I'm pretty sure we ran in different circles."

The two looked at each other, communicating in frantic silence. Realising they had nothing else to say, they threw themselves at her feet. "Please don't!"

"Hmm, not a very convincing argument." She grinned, enjoying their fear. "Well, if that's all you've got…" She snagged their collars as they tried to leg it passed her, causing the two to cry out in pain as they choked.

"Eh? What was that?"

"It came from outside!"

"Looks like I didn't need to do anything after all." Yoko said, grinning as she yanked the two up so they were at her eye level. "Thanks for the assist."

"Whose th-eh?! Y-Yoko-san?"

"Ladies." Yoko span on her feet, facing the kendo club in its entirety; the boys in her grip choked as they were yanked along with her. "I found these cretins trying to sneak a peek through a hole in your changing rooms."

"Eeek!" Several of the girls held their hands over their chests, twisting their bodies away from the two perverts.

"Fortunately, I managed to stop them before they got their filthy peepers near it." She said with a charming smile, causing some of the girls to blush. Motohama gasped something that sounded suspiciously like "Lies", but a quick shake from Yoko shut him up, via restricted windpipe.

"Thank you, Yoko-san." One of the girls, Katase said with a smile, her cheeks gaining colour. "I would have hated for those beasts," she and her club-mates threw the two boys vicious glares, "to see us like that." The rest of the girls nodded in full agreement.

"Of course. To peep on someone while they're at their most vulnerable is truly an irredeemable act." Yoko shook the perverts, choking them again. "Only when a girl wishes to show someone her charming figure should it be viewed." She dropped the boys on their asses, finally letting them get some air.

"Gak!"

"D-Damn bitch."

"You two never learn, do you." She shook her head and crossed her arms. "I understand that the lovely ladies of Kuoh's kendo club are some of the most charming and beautiful girls in town," the kendo club blushed again, half of them looking giddy at the praise, "but to peep—er, to try and peep—on them like that is disgraceful. But of course, mere words aren't enough for fools like you." She shook her head and turned back to the kendo club. "Ladies, they're yours."

The girls shook off their blushes and drew their kendo sticks, advancing on the perverts. The two cried out in pain as the girls descended, swinging their wooden swords with the wrath of women scorned.

Only one had not taken part in the righteous justice—Katase. Instead she approached Yoko. "Thank you again for stopping them, Yoko-san. The thought of those two putting their dirty gazes on me…" She shuddered, grimacing in disgust.

"But of course. I couldn't let them perv on my lovely classmates like that." Yoko lifted her hand and brushed her finger along one of Katase's pink bangs, causing the girl to flush bright red. Yoko's finger went down the bang, before breaking away to cup the girl's cheek. "I hope the mental image of their beady little eyes hasn't disturbed you too badly."

"A-Ah." Katase gulped, licking her suddenly dry lips. "N-No, I-I, erm." She moved her gaze away. "You, that is, erm." She shuffled in place as her cheeks went even redder. "H-How can I th-thank you for your help." She finally managed to say, moving her gaze back to Yoko's.

"Hmm, thank me?" Yoko repeated, stroking her cheek with a finger, feeling the warmth beneath.

"Y-Y-Yes. I-If it wasn't for you…I-I just want to…reward you or something…" She whispered. Her eyes moved away again, losing her nerve slightly.

"There's no need for that." Yoko whispered, trying to catch Katase's gaze again. Upon doing so she continued, "How about I take you on a date this Saturday, hmm?"

Katase's face practically exploded. "A d-d-d-d-date?"

"Yes, a date. Then, when the thought of those two becomes too much, you'll have a much nicer memory to think about instead." She leaned in slightly. "Allow me to treat you, Katase-chan."

Katase trembled, her face putting a fire engine to shame. Even so, she managed a shaky nod.

"Wonderful." Yoko gave Katase's face one more stroke, before breaking away. "We can discuss the details tomorrow after school, ok?"

Katase nodded again, words failing her. The sounds of wood whacking on skin finally ceased, and Yoko gave Katase a wink before walking over to the group. The girls were panting after spending all their energy on the beating. The boys lay as two quivering piles of flesh, eyes rolling in the back of their heads.

"Everything alright, ladies?"

"Y-Yes, I think we've got it all out." Murayama panted, cheeks flushed from exertion. At this, one of the other girls tilted her head, hummed, and gave what remained of Matsuda one last whack. The boy let out a feeble groan.

"Wonderful!" Yoko clapped her hands together. "Now then, how about I drag these two away somewhere, so you can all continue with your club activities in peace."

"Are you sure?" Murayama blinked. "You've done enough for us, Yoko-san. You don't need to deal with this scum any more than you have already."

"I insist. I wouldn't want them being in the vicinity disturbing you." Yoko winked, and grabbed the two boys by their collars again. They moaned. "Have fun with your club activities, ladies." She started dragging the two away.

"Bye Yoko-san!"

"Thank you again, Yoko-san!"

"…" Katase stared after Yoko. Her face was starting to cool down when Murayama clapped her on the shoulder.

"Come on, let's get back to it."

Katase flinched. "Y-Yes, right, of course." She made to follow the others, after giving one last look at Yoko.


"Well, boys, thanks once again for the assist." Yoko grinned down at the two boys, both lying in beds at the nurse's office. "Since I dragged you all the way here, I'll consider us even."

"Ugghhh."

"B…Bitch…"

"Try not to molest the nurse!" She threw over her shoulder as she closed the door.

"So, it was true."

Yoko's face twitched at the unexpected voice. She faced the speaker with a smile. "Kaichou! How wonderful to see you," her face was tight as she looked at the older girl, "What was that you just said? Something about truth?" Her smile wasn't returned; the student council president adjusted her glasses, raising a brow at the closed infirmary door.

"I heard from one of my subordinates that you were seen dragging the Perverted Duo to the infirmary. I decided to come down and see if everything was alright. Lecherous as they are, those two are still students at this academy, and it's my duty to make sure they're ok." Shitori Souna said.

"How dedicated of you. Very admirable."

"Hmm." Souna looked her square in the eyes. "If my memory is accurate, this isn't the first time you've taken those two to the infirmary. Some might think there was a connection."

"A connection?" Yoko pulled back, looking almost affronted. "The only connection here is those two bozos getting caught doing perverted acts. I just so happen to be in the area when they do, and nobody else ever seems to be concerned enough to help them."

"Ah, so you're helping them out of the kindness of your own heart." Souna's lips curled at the corners a little. "Very admirable." Her deadpan eyes belied her approving expression. "Such acts make me wonder why you turned down my invitation to join the Student Council last year. You clearly have the best interest of the students at heart."

Yoko could hear the sarcasm woven into her words. "Well, as I said back then, I want to stay focused on my studies. These first two years are very important for preparing for my third year, as you might know yourself."

"I will say, you are a dedicated student. Even with the number of girls you date, you still managed to keep your grades near the top, even making top of your class. I'm impressed you find the time."

"I always make the time for beautiful ladies." She checked her watch. "Speaking of, I need to head home. I need to finish my homework before the weekend." She flashed Souna a sweet smile. "Sorry for cutting our time together short; I can't quite spare much more of my own."

"Trust me, it's no trouble." Souna said. She gave one more glance to the infirmary door. "I wouldn't want you to jeopardise your grades, or to have your reputation as a perfect student damaged. Appearances can be one's everything after all." And with that, she left Yoko alone in the corridor. Only when the sound of her footsteps faded away did Yoko drop her smile.

"Urgh, bitch." Her face scrunched, as if smelling something foul. "'Appearances can be one's everything', she says. Tch, says the walking washboard; she's as dry as her own nether region." She said, smirking as she started walking in the opposite direction. "She's just jealous of how interesting my life is. Bet the most excitement she gets in a day is finishing her paperwork." Sniggering at the thought, Yoko made to leave the building and head home.


"I can't stand that girl." Sona said, crossing her arms and leaning against a wall. After leaving Yoko outside the infirmary, she had walked around the corner and stopped to talk to someone who had been waiting for her. "If I didn't know better I'd say she's a devil already."

"Her attitude does leave something to be desired." Rias Gremory said, having witnessed the exchange from afar. "Still, I imagine that your feelings towards her stem from her refusal to join the student council." Rias said, smirking.

"I'm glad she did. She would have used it as an excuse to flirt with me and my peerage on a daily basis." Sona said, frowning at the thought. "What I don't understand is why you're interested in recruiting someone like her."

Rias' face sobered. "True, I don't like people like her either, but if my hunch is correct she could be useful to me."

"Surprisingly cold, coming from a member of the Gremory clan." Sona said, smirking a little. "But yes, I know what you mean; it's why I sought to recruit her in the first place. Still, you must be desperate if you're considering a playgirl like Ikawazu Yoko."

"I'm not sure I have the luxury of being picky for much longer. I've been seeing his familiars around lately. It's made me…uneasy for the near future."

"…I see." Sona said, her expression neutral.

"Besides, you know what they say: fight fire with fire."


"Thanks for the drink, Matsuda." Yoko said, smirking as she fed coins into a vending machine. As she was walking home, Yoko had spotted a vending machine and decided to get a drink. 'Hey, he did offer after all,' she snickered. Deciding on an apple flavoured Ramune she pushed the appropriate button. After a few seconds without the clunk of a bottle, she scowled. "Come on, come on." She pushed the button again. Nothing. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." She said, whacking the vending machine with the palm of her hand, to no avail. "Piece of crap."

"Excuse me?"

"What?!" Yoko turned to face the person behind her. "Wait your damn tu-!" She almost choked on her tongue when she saw that standing behind her was an incredibly attractive woman. Woman being the key term here—there was no way anyone could call her a girl. Not only did she sport a killer figure, but her face had a mature, seductive air about it. Said face was framed by long black hair, with hooded purple eyes just below her fringe. "-rn…hi?" Yoko squeaked, and her face flushed at her sudden ineloquence.

"Hello." The woman said. Even her smile was seductive, Yoko noted. Realising she was focusing too much on plump lips, she forced her eyes downwards. She flung her gaze back to the woman's eyes after catching an eyeful of cleavage. "Yes, my eyes are up here."

Yoko's flush deepened. "A-Ah, yeah, o-of course, sorry." She swallowed, her mouth having suddenly gone dry. "D-Do you want a drink? I-I mean, obviously, d-duh. Why else would you be at a vending machine?" 'For fucks sake, Yoko, shut up!' The woman laughed, causing Yoko to look at her lips again.

"Why indeed?" She licked her lips, and Yoko had to hold in a whimper.

'Get a grip! You're acting like a total mark!' Shaking her head and wetting her own lips, Yoko tried speaking. "R-Right, well, I'm afraid this machine might be broken. So…yeah…" 'Damn it, get back some control!' She put on her usual charming smile—though it felt lacking compared to the natural smirk on the woman's face—and said, "B-But if you'd like a drink, we could always go to a nearby café."

Her smile fell when the woman started laughing. It was a soft, yet deep laugh that made Yoko feel like a fool. Her face went yet another shade darker as the woman brought her hand to her mouth to stifle her giggles.

"Are you trying to ask me out?" Her eyes curved behind her hand. "How cute."

Yoko's gut twisted. That wasn't the usual response. Nothing like the reaction she got from Katase earlier, or any reaction she'd gotten before. Even when she'd been rejected—a rare occurrence she would vehemently deny happening on any other day—she'd never been laughed at. She swallowed what felt like a rock in her throat. "N-Never mind then. Forget I said anything. I-I'll just get my drink and leave" She turned to the vending machine and whacked it again. "Come on, you giant trash can." She hissed, trying to ignore the molten shame in her face.

"Why would I want to do that?" A slim hand came into her vision, and she flinched as it touched her cheek. The woman guided Yoko's head back to her, her face closing in on Yoko's own. "After all, I never said no."

"I, wha, you, huh?" Yoko trembled as piercing violet eyes stared into her own. Yoko moved her gaze back again to the woman's lips, then away to her cleavage, before settling on her nose. Her face was close enough now so that all Yoko could see was that stunning purple gaze.

"You're shy. How cute. Cute enough to make me accept your proposal." The woman said, slowly stroking Yoko's cheek. Yoko gulped as her skin tingled from the motion. Then she realised what the woman said.

"S-So, that's a yes?"

"Sure." She leant in and for a moment Yoko thought she was going to kiss her. But instead the woman moved her lips by Yoko's ear and whispered, "How about this Sunday? I'm free then."

Yoko shivered at the feel of hot breath on her earlobe. It made her knees go weak. "O-Ok, sounds g-good."

The woman chuckled and pulled away, to both Yoko's relief and disappointment. "Wonderful." Yoko's eyes almost popped out when the woman reached into her cleavage and pulled out a phone. "Shall we exchange numbers?" Yoko almost dropped her phone in her haste to take it out. They swapped phones, and after a few fumbled attempts Yoko put her number in. Taking her phone back, the woman checked it. "Yoko-chan, hmm?" She reached out and pushed a strand of hair behind Yoko's ear with a seductive smile. "See you on Sunday." And with a salacious wink she departed, hair brushing past Yoko's nose as she left.

Yoko collapsed against the vending machine with a hard slam. Her knees almost gave in, but she had just enough frame of mind to stay upright. The sound of a bottle finally falling in the machine snapped her out of her trance. Taking a deep breath, she released it in a shaky sigh. "Wh-What just happened?" Her throat was like a desert. She grabbed the drink and downed half of it in two gulps. Breathing heavily, she stared in the direction the woman left in.

Checking her phone, it didn't take long to find the new number, considering she had very few saved contacts. "Amano Yuma." She murmured, biting her lip. "Who the hell was she?" She shuddered as those deep violet eyes flashed through her mind. "W-Was I just seduced?" Her eyes widened as what happened sunk in. She glanced around, frantic, trying to see if anyone had seen what transpired. She sighed in relief when she saw no one. "If anyone saw me acting like one of the girls I seduce, I'd never live it down!

"Still though…am I fucking great or what." She grinned, looking at the number in her phone. "Even older women want me! If that old hag could see me now…" She shook her head, hair flinging around and landing on her face. She brushed it away with a huff. "Nope, not going to think about that bitch." She downed the rest of her drink and threw it in a nearby bin. "Better hurry home and do my homework. I'm going to have a busy weekend so I better get it all out of the way."

As she left, she failed to notice the pair of golden eyes that had been watching her since she let school.


Yoko took her studies very seriously. It was after all a great way to impress people, especially girls. Her charming persona and unrivalled confidence also helped in that regard. Her intelligence wasn't the most important part of her success with girls, if she was to be honest with herself, but her ego refused to let her fall behind in any way, so she studied.

After triple checking her work (then once more, to be sure) she put her homework to the side and started planning for her dates with Katase and Yuma. Hearing the door opening downstairs, she decided to head down for phase one.

Reaching the living room, Yoko saw her father collapse into his arm chair. Seeing his exhausted expression almost made her pause. "Otou-san, welcome home."

Ikawazu Tamaki sighed through his nose, lolling his head on his chairs comfy headrest to look at his daughter. "I suppose you want your allowance?"

Yoko paused, blinking. "Huh?" She said, very intelligently.

Her father chuckled. It wasn't cheerful. "I feel like the only time you talk to me these days is to ask me for money."

Yoko said nothing. She couldn't exactly refute his words.

Her father sighed again, but reached into his wallet and pulled out several notes. After handing them over, he picked up the TV remote and tuned into his evening programme.

Yoko huffed and turned around, shoving the money into her pocket. "Don't stay up too late. Leftovers are in the fridge." Her piece said, she turned and went to the stairs.

"You're welcome." Tamaki said, once she was halfway up. He turned up the volume to try and drown out his own thoughts.

Returning to her room, she threw herself into her desk chair. After spending a few moments staring at the wall in silent frustration, she took out her phone and made a call. "It's me. Yeah, got two more, Saturday and Sunday. Yeah, I know, I'm good. Listen, here's how it'll go down."

Phase two, underway.


Friday passed by with little deviation from the norm. Yoko was attentive in class (the teacher had praised her flawless essay from the week before), she outswam peers in P.E. (twice), and she caught Matsuda and Motohama in a compromising position (thankfully their trousers were on, unlike last Friday). Each of these common occurrences were helpful in further shaping her stellar reputation among the female population of Kuoh. She was easily as popular as the Prince of Kuoh, Kiba Yuuto and the Mascot of Kuoh, Toujou Koneko. She even had her own fan-given title: The Flower of Kuoh.

Bit on the nose, but at least it wasn't Lily.

However, to her chagrin her popularity couldn't touch the top four most popular girls in school. How Shinra Tsubaki could be below Shitori Souna was beyond Yoko; at least Shinra had a rack. It might have been Shitori's position of power, but Yoko liked authority as much as she liked men. After them was Himejima Akeno and Rias Gremory, and Yoko didn't much like those two either.

As much as she hated Souna, at least the student council President interacted with other people. Every day, the two Great Onee-samas of Kuoh would glide in through the gates with their photogenic smiles and condescending eyes, soaking in the adulation from their supposed peers. Yet Yoko never once saw them around the academy. Once classes were over the two seemingly vanished to wherever the hell the Occult Research club's clubroom was. She was sure that they were laughing at how idiotic people got over them in their den, probably while drinking tea or something. Especially Himejima; there was something off about her.

Unfortunate as it was, she couldn't top their popularity due to one vital factor; the male population of Kuoh Academy. Turns out, when guys can't get in a girl's panties, they lose a lot of interest. She was even more unattainable than Gremory or Himejima, but not in a hot way. It didn't help that she no doubt emasculated them constantly. She looked better in the boy's uniform than any of them, she was positive, and she'd certainly dated more girls than any of them could dream.

Most would be satisfied being the one of the top 5 most popular girls in school. But for Ikawazu Yoko, anything other than perfection wasn't good enough.

At the end of another day at Kuoh Academy, Yoko stretched her limbs above her head with a yawn. Being perfect was tiring work, but the payoffs were worth it. Speaking of, Yoko eyed Katase from across the room. The girl had been sending bashful glances at her all day, meaning Yoko had to maintain her persona constantly, on the off chance she be caught looking bored. A quick glance around the room showed that most of the class had left.

Yoko stood up, and she smiled when she saw Katase stiffen. Her friend, Murayama, followed Katase's gaze. As she approached, she saw Katase get redder and redder. Murayama herself looked a little red, but also, to Yoko's intrigue, a little miffed. 'That might be useful for later.' Stopping next to Katase's desk, Yoko gave the girl her most charming smile. "Good afternoon, Katase-chan."

Katase blushed brighter at the smile, returning the greeting as Murayama's face morphed into a small glare. Katase turned to her friend—whose expression turned more neutral—and gave her an almost imploring look.

Murayama's shoulders slumped a little, but she nodded and stood up. Giving Yoko a quick, narrow eyed look, she looked back to Katase and said, "See you at practice." After Katase repeated the words back, Murayama made for the exit.

"Look out for those perverts, Murayama-san!" Yoko called after her, the only response being Murayama's increased pace. Once the girl was out of sight, Yoko sat down on the edge of Katase's desk. "So, Katase-chan, are we still on for tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course!" Katase said, nodding her head several times in quick succession.

"Great, then how about we meet at the large fountain in town—you know the one?" She waited until Katase nodded again. "Perfect. Is two o'clock fine with you?" Another nod. "Great, I'm looking forward to it." Yoko winked and pushed herself off the desk. "I don't want to keep you from practice for too long, so I'll head off." She walked to the door and turned around to wave. "See you tomorrow." After getting a wave back, Yoko left the classroom.

As she walked down the corridor, Yoko pulled out her pone. Opening her contacts list, she scrolled selected the top number: Amano Yuma. She typed a quick message, but before she could hit send her phone buzzed. Coming to a stop, Yoko blinked at the phone. Checking her messages, her eyes widened when she saw that the woman herself had sent a message.

#Hey, cutie, let's meet up at the fountain in town at 2'oclock Sunday. See you then #

"…Huh." She stared at the screen stunned by the coincidence; she was just about to ask if Yuma wanted to meet at 2 o'clock at the fountain on Sunday. A few seconds later she shrugged, texted back an affirmative, and pocketed her phone. As she continued walking, a grin pulled at her lips.

Phase three, complete.


So, there's chapter one. Please, tell me what you think and if you liked it and want to see more, either follow the story, or myself, or perhaps even favourite it, if you like. Either way, I'd be honoured greatly and any and all feedback is appreciated.

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