The Devil's Supernatural

by Obigity

Dean Winchester is a good man. He's done all he can to save his family by being stuck in Purgatory. It was better him than his brother, now it's only a question of getting a ride back home. Only to be reborn as a boy named Issei Hyoudou that is the host of something called a Sacred Gear but it doesn't matter what universe he's in as long as monsters are around there'll be a hunter.

5. Introduction Out Of The Way

Hello, my fellow readers and new followers that lasted this long. I have to ask but can you guys help me with my reviews on this story of mine? I need some pointers on the holes that keep coming up on this story not to make it a flimsy plot. There are some lines that I've written that may have mislead most but what I've had has been covered for the other characters in this story. I don't want you thinking I've done something that doesn't fit the story or keep certain information out that would make others drop off this story because it is poorly written.

There's plenty of holes that I will need to cover further down this storyline, and I will need feedback of what I do need to know.

So for the duration of this time, please enjoy this new piece I thought over for a couple of weeks get into the start of the original Highschool DXD series.

Bring On The Noise

Note: I don't own any of the Supernatural series or Highschool DXD.

Dean Talking "..."

Dean side comments (...)

Dean Thinking '...'

Draig Talking [...]

Draig Talking Out Loud "[...]"

Draig Thinking ['...']

New Plaything

Chapter 5

(Observation view)

The clicking of heels skipped across the marble floor inside a narrow hallway in a frantic pace, the runner swayed side to side like they were using skates to dash across the ground. The person stopped suddenly to lean against the wall apparently looking fatigued to readjust the glasses on her face. A few strands of black hair obscured the right side of her face, with no delay to take in a few quick breaths she determinedly moved on, turning a corner to her right she found a plain old door with a name captions written in golden letters embedded in the center of the door frame.

Without waiting to readjust herself she body slammed into the door while twisting the golden knob at the same time sending her flying in the room with a bang, stumbling in she bent over taking in the air greedily as her hands placed on her short skirt. Gathering her strength to stand up, she ran her eyes around the room to see it laying in a mess with books and papers scattered across the ground until her eyes laid on a black rolling chair behind a stylish wooden desk with a name plaque typed in golden letters reading…

"You!"

The person sitting facing away from her said in a mild voice, "Me."

Again she repeated her word but with less enthusiasm, "You."

The chair squeaked as whoever said, "Uhh, what's my line again?."

The woman's face lit up like a hot iron as she spoke with furry, "You…..You….Gerrr…" Her teeth grinded against each other, "How about explaining to me why you didn't show up for the Pendragons council meeting about an hour ago!" The black roller swirled around to show a man in his early 30's with black hair that spiked in the front, velvet purple eyes, and a smile that matched the mischievous look in his eyes. "Then I suppose they wanted?"

The lady groaned in anger, her hands placed on her hips and stood straight up looking furious and authoritative, "you were expected to talk about their Geonosis research team, something about the Holy Elemental. You've been begging to get with them for months! Now they're mad that you stood them up and demand an explanation!"

The man pumped his fist into his other hand like he just realized something, "Ah!" Then without care, he propped his feet on the desk with both his hands went behind his head in a careless manner, "Well it's simple, say to them that I don't need their help anymore." At first, her mind went along with her boss since this was a regular thing for him to do to set up meetings and not attend to them, "Ok."

But then she remembered something that made the woman's jaw dropped as her demeanor sagged, bewilderment overtook her speech as she said shakily, "B-B-But w-wait t-t-t-that's-s…." Her voice exploded, "WAIT A MINUTE! You've Been Complaining For Over A Decade About Working With Them And Now That They Came Here You Suddenly Didn't Feel Like Talking To Them!"

'What a dick move!' Was all she could think.

The man shrugged in a careless way, "It turns out I don't need those old coots. I found something else that could...Or rather will be more helpful than working with those suck-ups." The look on his face held a promise like a child would be expecting a gift they wanted for Christmas.

Although the woman's mentality was perishing in metaphorical fire as her emotions raged across her face and went into a dark, depressing state, "Heh, I guess then I have to inform them to the best of my ability, there won't be no easy way to get them to not give a bad review of this meeting with rest of the head Pendragons. Plus, I have get back to the overdue paperwork for the last...Well...With all the clients you neglectfully ignored…" Her bearing started to strip down in front of her boss melting faster than ice cream, "I don't get paid enough for this..(Sobs)..All I want is to go home to my bed, my TV, my puppy…...Or a cruise….A long, looong cruise…(Wailing)...I want my cosmo's." She said the last part in a heartbreaking whisper like her lover was leaving her.

Seeing that depressed look on her face as she covered her teary eyes with her white sleeve gave the man no choice as he sighed setting his feet on the ground as he interlocked his fingers in front of him on the desk he said coolly to the woman who was going through the five stages of death but in reverse, "Those sordid men wouldn't let their precious research be known even if we came to an agreement. Their animosity towards us may have constricted more when they started relying on our technology for their holy swords, but it's all been contraband from them as they did so behind our backs. The compromise between us is some research notes based on their previous wielders, but not test materials that I need from the labs; I wanted an actual research team that studied the Pendragon gene to study if their Holy element could attribute with a certain project of mine." He waved his hand dismissively in the air, "It's more of a hobby than work, but there is something else more promising."

Behind the sleeve, her face twisted into something worse than before as her now started to mumble out incoherent words in a not so happy voice, "Hobbies….Write that down….Couldn't even gamble to save his….Retailing to Devils….Can't go home anymore….No more beaches….."

The lazy bum sighed as his secretary was on the verge of a nervous breakdown or developing a split personality, "Relax! Stop with the whole Teddy Daniel's act. I know the Pendragon's would never agree to this, but to strengthen their bonds with the Grigori, they'll gladly do it, with a smile on their face. I knew they were planning on something big when the Holy Sword Project commenced, I could only see minor points of what they were making before they shut the doors on me. So I have a rough idea of what they're attempting to do and how they plan on accomplishing such an unqualified project. But I think it won't be as fun to know how they plan on gathering the resources without getting them to try to steal our materials to help advance their experiments and think that they can get away with it and not get caught...again."

He told his secretary frightfully flat out like this was an everyday occurrence, in typical cases people working not so close would be hysteric to know that a major company, one that is well known in the world is trying to double back on deals while trying underhand maneuvers at the cost their entire kingdoms (He chuckles inside) fortune. She's been in long enough to be trusted with his secrets, after all, he personally (Wiggling his eyebrows) evaluated the woman and her background, finding nothing wrong with her accepting her into as his secretary in less than an hour.

For the record that's the fastest hired help, he's gotten so far, willingly as a first.

He didn't even complain at all, who doesn't want a lady in her early 20's whose 5'9', emerald eyed, breezy black haired so light that he could feel no weight to it at all. Radiant white skin that doesn't give her some poorly malnourished look but one that compliments her tone to untouchable glow (not matter how much she tries to get a tan). Her face perfectly adorable heart shaped if her hair fell around her shoulders, along with her plump ass to stands out even when she stands up. And not to mention her attentive firm bulb sized breast that could hide a few things and could also be perfect for motorboating.

She was wearing her standard outfit her boss picked and customized himself; she even knew it's just eye candy every time she came in, just to humor him she wore it. A white buttoned shirt with a few unbuttoned on top to show (to tease) her neck down to her delicate area and disappearing between her twin valleys that his hands have a few times wondered down but held himself back for any lewd acts his secretary prohibits him from. Business before pleasure is a proverb that he's willing to boot out his books if it's cockblocking him from getting to her but he has to abide the rules in the Grigori if it means to keep order.

His secretary snapped out her dark mood while signing at the workload her boss gave her and reported, "There's also your next visit to the Norse Realm to meet with and Lord Odin and their Generals the 15th his month, another appointment with a representative from the Shinto Fraction to discuss the trade. Then a from Global Comms, following the speech of Norwell, the Banquet of Queen Elizabeth, covered by the open ceremony in Libya, then open charities founda-"

"Haaa." The purple eyed man heaved as the list went on, "So much to do this month, at this rate I won't be able to indulge myself in life's simple pleasure like walking in a park on a sunny day, sightseeing, nature walking, going on a stroll on the beach barefoot, collecting interesting new trinkets, picking up girls, drinking with a buddy, exotic strippers and playboy-1'

This time he got cut off by his secretary while she loudly cleared her throat giving him an annoyed glare, "Regardless you have responsibilities to uphold, and there won't be any excuses to be late for any one of them, I can't believe you made Barquel stall for two hours at the Battle of Babylon anniversary and at the end finally showed up looking like you rolled out of a hangover."

The man exclaimed, "There was an open tiki bar and casino! The gallery would have waited, I had a blast with the guest of honor that night, why don't you yell at him!"

His secretary replied in a fury, "Because he came back on time without spending the entire night drinking away with you and those bimbos you were hanging out with! You made after the recital and Barquel was so furious that he opened his eyes!"

She stopped her ranting to shiver at the memory, "It was terrifying." The Vice Governor General rarely got angry over things too unimportant to bother him but when it did people will know why he was given the title 'Thunder of God' just because it was rare when he get pissed doesn't mean it wasn't hard to piss him off. He took work seriously at the Grigori because he believes that trouble could begin at a moments notice, so him along with he sleeps there as well so it wasn't trouble for him to go home and even if he did there wasn't anything there for him to return to ever since his wife…

"Barquel had a part to play in the ceremony, except his went longer than planned to cover me." He said shamelessly, "I apologized for my absence and improper attire, so no harm was done."

Her right hand came so fast to her face; she slapped herself hard leaving behind an imprint of her right cheek not that anyone could tell with it covered up.

She started to mumbled to herself again, "Of course you irresponsible…...Why bother….Might as well….Too much stress...Not even 30 years old and I got…...Carefree attitude…..The whole world will go…...I'll murder him myself…." The man laughed nervously as his secretary plotted his demise which in turn is appalling for him when he gives out more private secrets giving her perfect blackmail for about anything.

"Alright! Alright! I get it! I'll go with Barquiel to engage on more important assignments; I'll personally deal with those and let the administration finish off lesser business pacts or contracts. Make sure to replace me for the upcoming get together's and let my representative know that nonnegotiable bargains won't be spoken of until they have my final say. I'll talk to the Generals later on and get with my top researchers to get on with some projects while I'm not present. (He said with substantial grievance for loss of his precious research time), let Penemue darling handle the commercial trade, you know how shy she is, just let her work behind the scenes."

His secretary dutifully taking notes and gave him a blank look as she finished writing, "Your not going to overbear Barquel with work, then drop the rest of your half with him like an unwanted child?"

He chuckled at his assistance skepticism, "He's got enough to deal with alone this month; the guy needs to send some time off. Plus I have lacked Corporeal Department with our fellow fallen, so I guess I have to observe the progress overseeing the recruits and newly fallen to see if any we have got newcomers with any hidden power or Sacred Gear potential."

'So you admit to leaving him with the heavy load.' The young social worker thought as she adjusted her glasses as they leaned too far onto her nose, she looked back at her unpredictable boss confused, "But isn't that the reason you invented the screen machine that determines a person's possession of a Sacred Gear and potential?"

He concurred with his secretary by waving his hand again , "Yes, yes, but that doesn't mean they know how to use it. It's more interesting to see what the item is myself than rely on machines plus there's also the fact that I'll be able to teach them the proper way to use it so that they won't accidentally misuse the device and set off the damn things' ultimate form too soon for them." He's seen it happen once or twice where some hot shit thinks they could handle their Sacred Gear like some third arm and in the process set off some of it's unforseen feature hurting the user itself. It was kind of hilarious for a moment until they get seriously injured possibly crippling them for life, it was inappropriate to laugh at them at the moment but still…

"Idiots the lot of them, they need proper guidance. Who better than this awesome sexy genius? It's really inspiring how fast their willing to learn by applying a little pain to their body." If it was anyone else hearing this they would've thought he was some sort of sadist but to her it was his way of getting results in a more rejuvenating way which usually ends up with him playing games on them rather training.

The woman scoffed at him, so she decided that if he was going to act like a child than he might as well be treated as one, "You know." She said in a lecturer tone, "There's a reason why we have people called 'Professionals' that help others develop their skills to their full capacity. There's also researchers from your group that knows a thing or two about most Sacred Gears, so it's not needed for you even to be there when you have work here that needs to be done."

The man instead said in an upsetting state, "But I wanna be there! To see the moment when they first awake their power! Then watch them grow from the ground up as they are planted WITH THESE HANDS!" He drooled out a little from his mouth animalistically like a dog with rabies as he wiggled his fingers in a way that would've gotten him arrested.

Turning the tables onto the poor underpaid worker as she put up her clipboard with notes in front of her slowly supposedly making it act as a shield from a beast while she talked to him while facing away, "Ok! I get it! You want to see the awakening yourself when it happens! No need to explode over these obstinate acts or self-satisfaction obscene affections-"

The man shot up on his feet by jumping onto his desk while foaming came out the corner of his mouth, "OBSCENE?! This hobby is something more than just a form of pleasure-loving! It gives me the challenge to make people into something spectacular! These items are no joke either; this isn't some cheap thing you find at a convenience store! These are tools that have been hidden and used by people of legend that knowingly or not used these wonders to fulfill ideals that changed the world!" he said with uncontrollable passion with his eyes blazing with awe. For the time she served him as his secretary, she comes to realize that when you have a job that makes you do the same thing over and over again, you start to develop that 'split personality' from all the routinely work boarding lining mechanical. While you start doing boring things to take your mind of of work like counting stripes on the curtains, picking at crevasses on the desk, spinning in the chair, making your own entertainment, mimicking other people, making your own jokes, randomly making phone calls, the list goes on. To the point that boredom is dangerous, because at times like these her boss becomes unstable person showing his true self behind closed doors (not in a dirty way...Sometimes), and she's mostly his 'touch back to reality' nearly every time it happens. This is one of the many reasons he ditches work to escape the madness of paperwork. Plus a few thousand years of this you'll become a master of keeping yourself entertained, and for him, it became his hobby. The need grew as so did his hobbies, from picking lint from his pocket to collecting Sacred Gears while making prototype stages artificial Sacred Gears.

Without a doubt his secretary was afraid at his shift in personality where at one moment he's your best friend to a deranged Willy-Wonka psycho, like gears he shifts much exactly like other high powers, must be a requirement.

Her knees quivered with fear, lowering herself down to make herself smaller, "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry! Do whatever you please! I have zero problems with your request! JUST PLEASE, DON'T T-!"

Pain erupted on her ankle as she bent down a little further, "~Owie~" The raging lunatic was right in front of her in an instant, "Are you alright?" She sat on the ground holding her ankle from the sprain she must've pulled from running in high heels. "It's fine, I just need to sit for the moment." She grabbed the arm rest behind pushing herself up with the aid of her boss. While tending the sprain she kept up her business like demeanor, "Also two more issues needs your full attention." He lazily nodded as he inspected her ankle, "There's been movement with the new group, they seemed to be disorganized at the moment, but their numbers continue to grow. If they keep on grabbing others attention other factions they might be required to-" He held up his hand interrupting her again but this time with a grave face on keeping the lady's annoyance aside he explained, "I've placed spies within the group, their movement has several Pseudos on alert, but it's all too soon to act when they kill off the Stray's and keep a distance from any Factions. Even if they did kill off our Fallen, it was justifiable when we attacked first, but if this gets out of hand I'll personally see to the matter." His eyes hardened into that of a warrior he lived up to be. He's partook in enough wars to see that this was just a pointless schoolyard squabble, but to be safe he'll play the peacemaker to make sure no one was foolish enough to start anything. It's a cycle that he won't tolerate to those who disrupt the balance, he'll see to it personally that this group will behave or there'll be dire actions.

There was no need to address the situation any longer seeing the look on her bosses face, she nodded her head as she passed on the other subject, "That said, Lord Kokabiel leave of absence has risen of recently from him not attending the General's meeting and conferences, questions of his attendance are being directed to you, so how will you tell your subordinates that he's finally picked up on your habits?" She asked but this one genuinely curious to why Lord Kokabiel is avoiding his job for training those in the art of the sword. General of the Legionar of 365,000 Fallen, it's his love of fighting and power that seated him as his War Advisor besides him being one of the first to fall. He worships war and openly encourages others to take up their arms and be ready for the supposedly upcoming war or just to keep their teeth sharp when the time comes. Although the old war hawk says it's for the greater good and to be prepared it was just an excuse to fight to his heart's content, something about him sends chills down her spine every time he drops by.

It didn't seem that way to her boss when he just smiled like everything was normal as he said in a calm voice while still checking her out where she was sure wasn't injured. "I'm sure it's nothing, maybe he needed some time off from work, he needs some space to breath from all these craziness happening. And who knows? Maybe he found a new hobby to vent out his frustrations that been having lately or he's finally found a girlfriend that likes him for once." As he occupied his hands by rubbing her making the secretary sighed out of relaxation his brain was moving at a fast pace thinking out what his fellow fallen brother planning, 'What are you up to Kokabiel?'

The secretary only shook her head at her boss to relaxed answer, and she didn't have it in her to even care from all this folly coming from her boss when he was just serious about a minute ago, "Also one more thing." He looked up to see curiosity in her eyes as she pointed at his hair, "What wrong with your hair? Did your lab explode and finally balanced out the color?"

The man blinked at her strangely before he realized what she meant, he exploded with laughter at the indictment, shaking his head slowly he also pointed at his bangs, "This? Na, I just wanted to try out something new." His hair sparkled like someone threw water on his head before grew brighter on his bangs turning the black in the front to a golden shade. Like an illusion, his image of being a mature older man shimmered like mist clearing off him turning him from the thirtyish-year-old to a handsome young man in his late twenties. She shrugged her shoulders at his strangeness believing that he does what he pleases not that she-

His hand somehow found it's way up her calf towards the lower part of her skirt while he was still smiling like it was completely normal, rubbing it sensually. She knew where he was trying to go with this and she had to put her foot down before it got any more ideas, "need I remind you that work is excessively pooling in and Lord Shemhazai-" Her now younger boss cut her off which he's been doing a lot lately making her overly annoyed at this point, "Yeah, yeah, meetings, paperwork, counseling, the works, but I think that you need a break from all that massive overhaul of boringness-"

'I wonder whose fault is that?' The secretary scowled with a twitch of the lips, "-Plus the strain here won't be going away soon, and it would need some skin contact for it to work. So in other words: just let the doctor do his duty." Before her eyes, as she blinked once his suit changed into a white long-sleeved coat with a red cross armband on his left bicep.

Leaving her little time for her to observe his hand gently rubbed her bruised ankle as the other went up her thigh touching her soft spots with light massages. Slowly she let herself melt under his enchanting fingers. Her mind melted from the rub down as her boss leaned in between her legs and started kissing her bruised ankle lovingly at first then with more aggression his mouth crawled up at the end of her skirt then leaped onto her exposed neck like a leech. By the end of it, she stood no chance as the purpled eyed man flicked his fingers behind her back locking the door magically and the only sounds that were heard were the secretary's moans of, "Ohhhhhh, Azazel-sama!"

Azazel grinned inside his head as went down on her, 'Damn, I'm good.'

(3 Weeks Later)

Walking down an open street, a brunette rubbed his face annoyingly like headaches as he made his way towards academy grounds. It wasn't helping him relax either that the whispers made their way around the flow of students that seemed segregate into boys and girls populace.

It only annoyed him further as they talked about certain group that has been harassing him as of recently, "have you seen the great two Onii-sama's the other day? Hah, they're so fit so perfectly together like white on rice, it makes me wish that I can get their attention for a least a second."

A random teenage boy said to his other two male friends as they passed by him his buddy commented back, "Yeah, I would do about anything to get in a room with those two."

As talk rocked back and from one group, in particular, the male counterparts which took up the majority of the school grounds gossiped, "Haa~~~Kiba-San! I feel so special! When we were walking by him the other day, I got the courage to ask him to karaoke and he talked back to me! I'm finally getting noticed!" The girl next to her put her head down, "But he didn't agree to come with us." The one who spoke earlier waved her hand, "Don't worry it's because he gots important things to do right then, next time he'll come. I know it!"

Issei passed through the gossip goers trying not to remain invisible but naturally, someone in the crowd had to look his general direction and recognize him, "Hey, isn't that Hyoudou?"

Like ripples in a pond, the teens turned their heads towards him seeing the teen rubbing his head. Those with interest whispered lower around him as he made his way to Homeroom he could hear the randomness of several people as he passed by his observers, "Can you believe that Hyoudou was selected to be awarded 'Youngest Athlete of the Year'?"

"He's also broken track records on the relays both long and short distance."

"Not only that but also he's also been at the National Judo Tournament and made First in the Finals."

"Damn, he's about good in studying as he is in sports. I heard that he's majored in many studies, several teachers tried to put in a grade above but he refuses and chose to stay with his normal class."

When the word sports was mentioned the girls commented, "Have you seen him working out on the field the other day? I just got hot flashes just by looking at him."

The topic had turned much to his displeasure.

"Ahh, ~~~I just want him to hold me in those big arms of his."

"I wanted to go up to him the other day and hand him my water bottle but it would be too embarrassing!"

"Not only strong but smart as well! I've heard he's been taking advanced college courses, it's so cool!"

Trying and failing to block out the noise around him, Issei kept walking with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Walking into the building that looked more of a business center with its three levels of studies and in pristine condition due to constant maintenance for it being a popular academy now turned co-ed but with the ratio still outnumbered by the girls 3:4. Issei's classroom held on the second floor which is only used for seconds years which each level goes by grade.

On his way to Homeroom, his body reacted with a small pinprick in his neck as though someone was looking at him. He could tell from others that tend to awe at him this one held something different, it felt like they were looking at him with suspicion. Ever since he got into this place he's been having this weird feelings or signals flaring in his brain or gut telling him that people were looking at him differently so he listened to them (Mostly his gut, it's closer to his stomach and that never failed him).

Not wanting to scare his 'followers' Hyoudou deliberately turned around very slowly while walking backwards he was greeted by (not surprisingly) a group of girls, what was different though was half were looking at him while others were staring at a blonde haired guy with a small mole under his eye and a smile that he looked more poster-face. Issei decided to have small fun by using his sly smirk by twitching his lip up looking a little cocky, it got instant reactions as the girls around him squealed with happiness before turning to each other talking about whatever little fantasy goes inside their head.

Issei's eye met the blonde's and a silent eyebrow rose, his eyes flickered to the blonde's shoulder and standing behind him next to the wall he saw a small white haired girl that looked like she should be going to middle school. Her hazel narrow eyes stared at him a second before she averted gaze with a nonchalant look before walking away, disappearing into the sea of fangirls.

Quickly as he turned to the blonde he sent a silent message with his eye's, 'I know what you're doing.' In response, the blonde just stared blankly at Issei as they both turned around and walked into their classrooms.

Mathematics turned into Poetry with half the class paying attention including Issei who was on the last of his nerves from the poorly written and boring literature. Their teacher a bespectacled woman in her late 50's brown hair with a few white's here and there, wearing the standard teaching uniform which fitted her neatly and look more of a business suit: Black skirt that went below the knees, opened black fit jacket that revealed a white buttoned up blouse with a black tie.

The lesson progressed on boring enough, Issei's mind wondered as he recapped of how he had gotten into this mess in the first place.

(Flash Back)

"There is no way in Zeus' Asshole that I'll go."

"Issei! Language!"

Ignoring his father's criticism, Issei said in a more hostile voice, "I'd rather get both my arms amputated and my head shaved then go there."

A female voice that spoke with unwavering conviction said to the reincarnated, "You don't get to decide if you want to or not. We said so and that's final." Issei stood his ground literal by getting to his feet and exclaiming to his mother, "Where was the 'I place my faith in you' speech? How come your siding with dad on this, when not once have I ever done anything you disagreed of? I want to discuss this first before you two decide some major changing around here! You two still want my answer!? Well, here it is: NO!"

His mother bowed her head, sighing at her son's refusals. She met Issei's unyielding lightly golden brown eyes that reflected his strong will fiercely like the Great Wall, not even two seconds it soon crumbled into fear as his mother gaze bored into his head like lasers, making the mancho teen subconsciously shut his mouth, sit down, and obediently listened to her decree.

"You will be going to Kuoh Academy whether you like it or not. I am the ruler of this house (His dad coughed, but was silenced by his wife's glare) and we're only doing this solely to secure your future and what's best for you. Things like this never happen without a reason, so if it means to change schools then so be it, I won't let you avoid this opportunity just because you're squeamish being around a lot more girls."

Issei huffed, while he still shook his head in rebuttal. His reasons were shot down by both his parents when he tried convincing going to a different school than that one. The one he currently attended had been alright for him, but over time he had to go to a better one which was fine with him, although his parents only looked so far and jumped at one that seemed too good to be true and signed him up without his knowledge, he put his foot down. His opinion at the time didn't matter much to them since they already signed him up without his consent, and it currently lead them in a heated argument, but still, his parent's hard headedness made it all the more impossible for him to change their minds.

In a low hardened voice, he tried, "Not squeamish around girls, it's that I can't stand those gossipers. It's annoying enough about how they talk about me and whatnot. It was fun at first, but it went way beyond that when they try stalking me and only worsened when the confession letters rolled in."

His father pushed his glasses up to the nook of his nose while he frowned confusedly at his son, "The stalking is creepy, why is the love letters starting to trouble you?"

Issei looked at his dad with a serious look and a sharp voice, "Because I get them even in the boy's locker room and that only means two things and I don't want to know if it's either a chick or a guy that confessing their undying love to me. Plus they stole a pair of my underwear and I hope to God that it was one of them than one of the guys I shower with."

He felt so uncomfortable afterward he started taking showers after school at home, it wasn't funny. Issei would rather have one of his girl fans get an afternoon with him than some stranger stealing his extra pair of briefs.

Both his parents paled, his mom was the first to recover trying to get rid of those disturbing thoughts, "Then that's more of a reason to transfer to Kuoh, to start fresh." Issei snipped in a sarcastic voice, "Yeah because being surrounded by even more chicks will help solve my dilemma."

Issei couldn't help but wonder what the hell his parents were thinking of when they signed him up to be transferred to Kuoh just when things began to 'slightly' settle down at his old school. Sure there was the occasional missing briefs and creepy vibes he gets whenever he walks home alone but it was a major improvement from last year...Don't get him started. Girls were getting rid of their childish crush and getting actual boyfriends, the boys got over their jealousy and start accepting him as one of them, things looked like it could turn into a semi-normal life but like all good things it was about time that something bad had to happen and before he knew it the rug was swept under his feet. It was too cruel, like getting thrown back in a tank full of piranhas after escaping the first.

His mom still pursued the idea, "It doesn't have to be that way. I know that the environment might be overbearing but you will come to love it, the education there is the best around and it's attached to a college so that'll help with the advanced courses you're taking, it'll be easier than waiting for the summer to get help, all the staff there are qualified so there won't be any problems." Issei rubbed his head for the twentieth time, trying to nurse all his troubles away and failing.

The teen knew about the academy before his parents even brought it to his attention and it's not that he denied the facts that it indeed was a good school, he's even considered actually going at one point.

Until he learned the truth about that place.

It happened one day last year as he was walking as usual around the shopping district when he accidentally stumbled into some exotic chick handing out fliers. He was going to ignore her by until a little crabby voice in his head told him that she was something else and without raising suspicion he bumped into her apologizing to the strange girl while taking one of the flyers without her noticing. Afterward, he shadowed the girl for the rest of the day, he tried trailing her when the sun came down but she vanished behind an empty dead-end alleyway.

He had his work cut out for him from there he researched into the mysterious flyer and it ended up with him at his computer on a website called 'Satan's Little Helper'. The shady site explained that there are two ways to contact them, one was through the flyer if the person needed assistance all they needed to do was to think of the person and they would appear before them. The site further explained that the ritual only worked by holding one of the flyers or they would just us the normal way and take it online as they also had one of their employees take other services through the mail and such. It was mind-boggling that whoever did this was working it on a normal website that sounded like it could be used for illegal deals but they reassured people that what they do is more of a bargain where you trade them something of equal value of what you asked nothing bad like granting wishes like the flyer..."-Least there you'll might be able to make some real friends."

His mother added on quietly but he heard breaking his train of thoughts to look at her questioningly, "What do you talking about? Of course, I got friends." Both his parents didn't say anything until Issei clarified, "He's the guy I work with on my part-time job." His mom looked at him strangely, "You mean that strange adult that came by that one time and took food from our fridge and left without a 'Hello' or 'Goodbye'?"

Issei shook his head disappointed, "Ok, first of all, his name is Renji and I work for him at the scrap-" "Junk Yard." His father butted in inclining his head to the side nonchalantly. " .Shop." Issei enunciated with heavy pauses, facing both he spoke in a low tone "I apologize on his behalf for his lack of…attitude, but he's a good guy once you get to know him and yes he's a good friend of mine."

Both his parents looked at each other exchanging a worried look before they turned back him his mother's voice strained as she spoke to her son, "But you don't have any friends your own age."

Issei chuckled non discerningly, "I do have others my age." This time it was his father oddly enough who asked, "How many? What are their names? Where do they live?" In a sharp voice, he added, "Better yet, when have we ever met them?" The silence was the only sound that came out his mouth because it was true, no one else his age would hang out with him, even those on the sports team see his as someone to look up to like a role model than to spend time with. It kind of hurt to know that he probably won't have any at his old school now that he's become too popular for anyone to approach.

His parents must've seen the look in his eye as their face soften up and his father said to him gently, "This is why we want you to go. Sure there's all that great benefits but also a new way for you to finally meet others and have good relationships with, we don't want you to be lonely."

Issei shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not lonely, I got things more important to do."

"That sounds like an excuse, if you could not get a friend at your school who you've known for years then we failed as parents to notice." His mom getting emotional as his dad placed a hand on her, "We know how hard it is for you to connect with others, I thought it going to be impossible for you to put up with anyone. Almost like you didn't want to try to connect."

Issei scratched his arm as a nervous tick, how close to home she hit. It wasn't like he done it purposely but he couldn't help but drift apart for others that don't get him and he doesn't blame them with all the crazy stuff that's been happening in his life. It's sad really that there possibly won't be another person out there that can relate what's going on with him, to make up for it he had to put up a wall between himself and others to shield himself.

It was understandable at the time, he just came out of war and he needed his space so he did what any normal Trans-Dimensional person would do: Not talk about it. Bottle it up and throw it out into the ocean, it was his past life this one he swore to make a new one and he'd be damned to let his demons run wild and hurt those he cares for.

He needn't worry of anyone ever finding out about him, his past remains buried and the world keeps moving on. It was going fine too until he left arm started to itch and things got more complicated and that began a whole new adventure.

"But when I picked up that flyer at first, I didn't see of how great it would assist you in your future." She gathered herself to look at him and raise one finger at the front of the house, "But one who would walk through that door and wanting to see my little boy." She broke down as his dad put her into his shoulder. Issei just watched as his mom pulled herself together thinking about how much pain they've been going through to see their son come after school with no one next to him, it broke them. Sure they were proud of him being a sporting prodigy and practical genius that could achieve his goals and go up and beyond the standards than any of his peers, in turn it not just separated him from others but made them feel less superior to themselves instead making him into an object of awe than an individual that wanted someone to socialize with.

Goddamn, his parents being so sentimental.

And Goddamn himself for having a bleeding heart.

Losing the energy to fight this one-sided battle he stubbornly pushed on asking, unsure at this point to them or himself, "If not?" His father reached over grabbing his son hands gently asking, "Then keep looking."

It had been both their main worry that he won't be able to share with things going on with his life with other teenagers since Issei from a young age has been a little…Special. God, when did his life turn into a teenage soap opera?

Not speaking to anyone, in particular, added, "And maybe a girlfriend his age." His eyebrow twitched as the moment was ruined, "Really Mom?" He asked in a condescending tone either his mother caught it or ignored, "Yes, like going out with a girl that isn't twice your age." the atmosphere turned away from depressing to amusement as Issei throwing a half-hearted annoyed look at her, "My relationships are not to be questioned by either of you two." His father smirked proudly while the other scowled at him from his interactions with women he's been with, and that was women with a capital W.

"I got to ask, how do you do it? What do you say? How usual good are they in-OWW!" His stopped dad clutching the back of his head as his mom finished punching it, the housewife glared at her husband before turning back to glare at her son who raised his hands in front of him while he shivered from 'intense soul glare' which looks like it could cut like razors into your heart. "I ask because there could be decent a girl out there your age who isn't married, in college, or has kids." Issei shrugged with his hands still up, "Well I didn't ask to be a chick magnet, it just happened. They just came to me as bees do to honey."

Technically some of it was true but not if he were to apply his 'disguise' which the ladies love more, from time to time when he would leave as himself there were girls out there that would seek him. What he learned, later on, was his dragon libo which causes him to unconsciously release pheromones to a small but deadly degree out from his body every couple of months.

At first, when it happened he was at the mall downtown on a weekend doing his normal shopping when he started to sweat slightly enough to glisten his skin to a small degree, he shrugged it off as normal heated since it was hot. First, the lady behind the counter looked at him eye candying him (which he likes to think that he is) which gave him an ego boost, she wasn't half bad looking herself. That's when he noticed that nearly all the ladies present young and old had the same look in their eye like he was a piece of meat ripe for the taking and one minute later it turned into a nightmare as a group of girls chased him around the area until he lost them in the clothing store, ironically. He had to literally scale the walls in order to avoid detection of the crazy women and made it home in one piece.

After Interroga...questioning his tenant he learned what his dragon libo could do and that it would happen to him until he learned how to control it. Which wasn't helpful since both don't know to control when one wasn't human and the other was, well-

"Things like relationships won't be helping me go along with this idea of changing schools." Firmly his conviction will always out win in the end, no matter the cost or consequences he will not change his mind. Both parents looked at each other one last time, a silent conversation passing between them.

Looking at him cooly this time with one last trick up their sleeves, "Besides that, she'll be closer to where you'll be going." Issei's full attention went toward his mom, "What? Really?" Getting a nod from both his parents, for the first time since this argument he stopped to reconsider, if She's going to be closer to where he's going then he'll be more comfortable with the idea, even if it damaged him in the process.

Feeling as if this was the big gun's they were waiting to pull by the looks on their faces, he slowly was losing the will to argue. A cheap shot but it has its benefits, as they 'cornered' him, finally about an hour of arguing he gave in by letting out a small unenthusiastic huff, "Fine." Both broke out their proud smiles while inside the Red Dragon Emperor's head he could only think with a cringe, 'Going to a school run by goddamn Devil's, how bad can it be?'

[Probably How You Think]

'Shut up, Draig.'

(Flashback Ends)

Not a day goes by that he wishes Draig would've kept his big fat red mouth shut, the school's unofficial protectors have been following him everywhere around campus. They thought he wouldn't notice and Issei had to admit there were times they were hard to catch but some of the new ones were too eager and there also the fact that he's a veteran Hunter, so it would do a little more than some peeking around corners or hiding in the buses to fool him. Sadly, it was too childish even for his standards of spying, plus his co-pilot would warn his of the others when they got too close making it more difficult for them to approach him alone.

They didn't suspect a thing about him knowing about the 'other side', he was too careful covering his tracks the past weeks that if they confronted him, they would've thought he was just another normal... Well above average high school teenager. But Issei knew they smelled something on him so naturally, he avoided them, with no confirmation on what he knows they would have to assume that he did something to awake his power without knowing what he truly is.

He's been through this play so many times at different places around the world it stopped being funny after the eleventh time: imposing as a simple high school transfer student which happens to host the unnatural, he would be recruited by the small time nobodies or in rare cases: Nobles, after smelling the dragon on him and by trying every method to make him a part of their ranks. After meeting with them and being informed of their position and explaining themselves (the usual bore) he would contact a few of his associates and find whatever he could about them.

In some cases, he didn't need to look far, which ended up with him having to dispose of several bodies and several hours later be seen with a shovel along with a gallon of lighter fluid.

For weeks these kids 'harassed' him by requesting his presence, but he always gives them the slip at the last moment, so they resorted by sending him invites via Letters because he wasn't the most approachable of individuals. But so far that plan also failed when he throws them away along with his 'Fan Mail' seemingly mistaken it for those 'creative literature' he gets in his locker by the end of the day for the past several weeks. It's becoming more of a chore with dodging direct confrontation and the spying, then finishing off his day with disposing letters and escaping from just about everyone along the way.

He knew things wouldn't keep up like this forever, he's been pressing his luck so far that for all he knew it could ha-"Would Issei Hyoudou please report to the Occult Research Club. I repeat, Issei Hyoudou please report to the Occult Research Club after school."

As the Student President finished her announcement everyone turned toward said person some with little worry (Girls) while the others thought it was a popularity thing, although they could've been wrong seeing the intense annoyed look on his face and it wasn't because the Perverted Duo were seething with jealousy at him for meeting with the Beauties of the school.

He had to jinx it didn't he?

With everything going on in his life, this had got to be one of the most bothersome moments he'll ever face. This time he couldn't avoid his problems so better to get it over with now rather than them doing something drastic causing problems for everyone.

Along the way there he stopped at the local vending machine then headed towards the big rusting looking building with a lackluster look on his face as one would wear if being told to go to the principal's office. After passing through a couple doors and by a warded door with chains crossing it off for intruders which was no doubt in his mind was the Forbidden Room, he made it to the right place on the second floor that had a sign hanging outside the door labeled "Occult Research Club" very carefully he grabbed the handle and walked in.

Inside the room was way different from the rest of the building not because everyone except one was male with the exception of himself of course, but of the expensive Victorian fabric design which only made sense because of who this individual was related to.

It was a small gathering with about six people, his stalkers sat on pristine looking couch around a coffee table that held sweets and two cups of tea, 'The Prince of Kuoh Academy' Yuuto Kiba and 'The School Mascot' Koneko Toujou seemed to be quietly chatting with each other until he walked into the room which caused them to go quiet and instead gave him either a smile or a tedious look. At the end of the room the rest were standing around a slick black hand carved looking desk, from his right was a tall bespectacled woman with straight black hair extending past her knees and light brown eyes which he had to guess was Tsubaki Shinra the Vice President of the Student Council, next to her was the Student President herself Souna Shitori who just stared at him expectedly. On her right, sat the center of all his headaches: Rias Gremory the only person to successfully annoy him to no end both (in)directly, her red hair and bluish-green eyes studied him before she settled with a small smile, flanked to her left as the loyal servant Vice President of the Occult Club Akeno Himejima the only female he knew that gave him slight chills when she did her stare like what she was currently doing on Issei like a set of murder hungry crows as he made his way to the couches.

Giving himself some space between them Issei stopped at the edge of the table as the Gremory stood up from her seat making the candles on top of the fake skulls flicker giving the place the otherworldly vibe. She shifted back into her neutral look as she broke the silence, "You're late."

He looked at the redhead with his eyebrow cocked, "Oh, my bad. It wasn't like there were signs all over the place leading me to the second floor of an abandoned building with no one to guide me." She flushed a bit at the accusation while everyone else was impressed at Issei's control of himself and not drooling over Rias like every other schoolboy but they knew he was someone special. The black haired beauty Akeno was the first one to respond by covering her mouth with her hand, "My, my our little junior here is quite the forward one isn't he?" Ignoring the looks she sent at him he decided to ask, "What do you want from me?" The redhead got over her embarrassment, "I'll gladly explain, but first would you please take a seat."

Looking at the group with hawk-like eyes he shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the opposite side of the other two Occult Members. Both watching him intently like he was going to pull a gun out his ass or something. Once more the Rias gained his attention by clearing her throat, "Now then, if we may begin. On behalf of the Occult Research Club, we welcome you."

'At last.' was left unspoken but everyone thought of it. Issei tilted his head back looking at the two preened extras in the room, "What about them?" For the first time, Sona spoke as she pushed her glasses back up her nose, " , I too send greetings from the Student Council but we'll speak more after this, it involves certain details that need to be addressed." He didn't say anything except look at her, making her wonder a bit if he intended on actually staying when this meeting was over or longer than he liked from what she heard he wasn't the type of individual to stay long after things that bored him or got him riled up. Looking back at Rias, the Club President asked, "I sure you're wondering what you're doing here, well first I like to ask you a question." She looked deep in the eyes, "What do you know about myths?"

Issei never broke his eye contact, but he mused inside, he never thought she'd ask him THAT question straight up to his face. His mind went back in time way before nostalgically from his mom dying inside a burning house to going with his dad hunting ghosts with him and his brother, then hunting monsters both thought to be impossible or unkillable. Then his meeting with God that promised his brother a safe life while taking the other to another world with monsters more out in the open and more destructive. At first, he was furious that innocent people were basically exposed to dangers without seemingly any form of protection until he saw things that changed his view and only left more questions until he got them in the most unexpected way.

(Flashback)

[Can You Please Calm Down?]

"SHUT UP! IDOL HAND!"

Grabbing a knife from the kitchen, he went to the table laying his arm down as he pressed the blade against his upper elbow. He prepared for the most agonizing pain he's ever done to himself.

[That's Not Going To Work]

Ignoring the voice, Issei's 10-year-old hand gripped the handle so tight he knuckles went white.

Then he pressed.

Instantly the kitchen blade snapped from pressure flinging from the table then to the floor in a spinning fashion before lying still. Issei just stared at the end of the broken knife with betrayal as a stray thought came to mind that this was going to take a long time for him to come to terms with.

[Guess You Still Have A Few Blonde Hairs To Spare?]

"Son of a bitch."

(Present)

Returning back to the now, he looked at her and said casually, "Not as much. Why? Is this on a test? Gonna quiz me or something?" Ignoring his comments she continued, "Let's just say hypothetically speaking you were to meet one of these creatures what actions would you take?"

Instant home based commands filled his mind, 'Seek, observe, follow, document, exploit, kill.' His Hunter side whispered his code into his head, it would have until his newly integrated principles wrestled trying to overwrite the old 'him' code of conduct. Choosing his words carefully he said with a bit of false hesitation, "What I would do.. is find out what it is by observing it at a distance then decide if it's harmful to anyone I would take my own measurements to ensure that it doesn't happen."

He answered with a cocky grin on his face.

"So teach, did I pass?"

With the same natural look on her face she inspected him, judging silently to the point where he was getting annoyed, she nodded to herself before smiling almost boarding overconfident even as she spoke, "What if I were to tell you that they were real and that your standing in a room full of them right now?"

His eyes roamed around the room before settling back to her, "I would say you needed a better disguise." narrowing her eyes almost dangerously she asked, "What is that suppose to mean?" He shrugged his shoulders casually, "That the leader of a spooky club turns out to be a monster in plain sight would be too cliche for anyone who watches enough horror flicks see that coming from a mile away."

He pretends not to notice how the only other guy tried to hide his smile from his President, Issei looked over at the Student Council President, "Well Velma, your in on this as well?"

She seemed confused at first, but decided to leave it be, "We're all apart of this and if I had it my way we would have done this later but due to certain reasons," Sona glanced sharply at Rias who shifted uncomfortably, "we agreed to meet with you at the earliest convenience. Also," she bowed her head slightly in his direction showing surprising humility to him and shocking the rest of her friends, "I apologize on behalf of the Student Council for calling you out earlier since it appears that you don't like the attention."

He raised an eyebrow and thoughtfully agreed that he hates it when the spotlight was on him making his mood sour. Once upon a time he would've liked the attention but now he'd rather be another face in the crowd. It's funny how one could underestimate fame, he pities the famous people. He responded by shrugging his shoulders, "whatever."

It might've seen as a disrespectful gesture but it was the best thing they're going to get out of him if the reports were right right about him.

Sona didn't even blink at his careless attitude, Rias took back the reins, "Hyoudou." She said with a serious voice, "what I'm about to tell you may change the way things are for you. Be warned though it will surprise you." He raised his eyebrow even higher, "nothing at this point can surprise me." she muttered under her breath, "you have no idea."

She raised her volume in a dignifying manner, "Then it's only appropriate I introduce myself properly this time." She stood up walking next to Sona with Akeno trailing behind her, "My name is Rias Gremory, heiress to the Gremory Clan one of the remaining 72 Pillars of the Underworld, and I am a Devil." At that last note, two large black leathery wings popped out her back as her Vice did the same as well.

They waited to see his reaction but were met disappointingly at his blank face as a matter of face his body didn't even freeze. The casual look he presented made them stop until they saw the movement of his hand reaching for his pocket that made everyone tense from Kiba's fingers twitching to Akeno hand that briefly sparked then Koneko's eyes that narrowed a tad bit more if you looked hard enough. When it reached to the point where things looked like it was going to escalate badly Issei pulled out a small book along with a wrapped up piece of candy. At the sight of candy, everyone relaxed and watched Issei take a pen out writing something as he sucked on the ball of sugar.

His odd reaction aside, Rias continued, "We under this might be overwhelming(Slurp~)...So please listen as(Suckle~)...This place is a front(Smack~)...Doing our real jobs(Clicking~ Against~Teeth)...That also includes contracts with(Smack~Smack~Smacckkk~) Muu! Can you please stop that?" Rias exploded at his rude behavior, her Vice was giggling behind her hand at Issei's clowning around while Kiba and Tsubaki thinly lifted up a lip from Rias outburst even the stiff as a board Sona looked slightly amused.

Issei toned down the sound although he did look up from his writing. Put off by his attitude Rias tried to control her temper by breathing through her nose and out her mouth, gritting her teeth she asked, "Is this all just a joke to you? this is serious, I don't want to sound presumptuous but if this doesn't seem interes-"

Issei silenced her with one finger pointed up as he continued doing whatever in his scratch book. Finally, he looked up meeting her eyes with a neutral look as he tore out the paper gently laying it in the center of the table for all to see.

Looking closely everyone saw with enhanced vision a perfect copy of the Gremory Sigil. Befuddled at the drawing Rias was caught between awe and caution of someone drawing a detailed sketch of her family's Sigil (which was no easy feat) and seeing how this mysterious prodigy who had no prior history of the mythical side of the world knew what her family's symbol looked like.

Nobody said anything for a while until Issei broke it, "You know, I was never one to believe in coincidence, but for me to move school's that so happens to host Devil's at first I thought nothing of it, then there was the espionage (Both Koneko and Kiba looked slightly embarrassed from the looks Rais sent them) which I thought was another of overly crazy fans that like to stalk their celebrity crush (Both of them felt quite annoyed) it took me a while but this."

He tapped the paper, "was the deal to seal it all as I wondered where have I heard the name Gremory before and it sure wasn't from my Playboy's (Rias face didn't even twitch at how casual he said that) and imagine my surprise when I ran into this gothic chick that handed out these strange flyers."

He flipped it over and etched on the back read in black bold letters, 'Your Wish Will Be Granted' Hardening his face he asked not so friendly, "what the hell were you thinking?"

Rias flinched as if she's been hit while the rest conditioned their minds for any upcoming assault from the person they thought was clueless. Sona narrowed her eyes as she seemed to put together a puzzle while Rias recovered fast by using his tactics enforcing her intent on him, "Who are you?"

Instead of shriveling with fear to her surprise he shrugged her off like all he felt was a slight chill as he continued talking over her question.

"All the time I'm walking about, there's your servant always on the job handing out these complicated, delicate, powerful flyers to complete strangers like...Candy. Which could do much damage-which it did, badly and that is awfully irresponsible for a couple of brats." He enjoyed on how the Club President tried to reel in her temper as wisps of energy flew from as and he only fed more fuel to it (just to spite her) by flicking the candy wrapper off the table to the ground.

Before she could go off into a bloodrage he quickly asked, "why would Devil's move back in after the previous 'protector' abandoned her duties letting the things" He said with disgust, "-run amok? Did you really expect that all will be well after all these years this town will be handled by you?" Issei glared at the redhead, "So let me ask you: Who the hell do you think you are?"

Sona sensing her friends anger reaching its boiling point, so she decided to step in before she did something she'd regret, "we are the currently designated caretakers of Kuoh Town," Sona pointed out, "our superiors have seen fit to give us this responsibility and so that your informed our leaders have consulted with the land's rightful owners due to an agreement they made long ago and in exchange we now possess this territory with all due rights."

Her claim was met with an intense look, "Right Owners? You mean those shunt-ins that never seem to do anything even when their home is being attacked because they're a bunch of cowards?"

Rias got fed up being ignored she stepped forward looking ready to beat the disrespectful human, " , I don't know why you're treating us with such hostility, but let me be clear out intentions are nothing but-"

"Why? Why? WHY!?" Issei yelled out the last word scaring Rias back one step as everyone else remained silent stunned from his outburst, they still prepared for an attack as the teenager retained his anger, "Let me tell you why: A couple months ago I got informed that some monster was kidnapping the homeless from Tokyo city. It turned out to be a deeper personal reason than that. She had a vendetta against men and wanted some elderly women to use as incubators for her children. Why should this concern you or me bother telling you this? After all, Tokyo is not apart of your 'territory' so it shouldn't matter. But this-"

He points at his sheet of paper, "-Should, it was used to catch and kill a lot of people. It allowed her to trace them back to their homes by some magical mobo jumbo means."

Rias went on defense, "That's impossible! Our Summoning Sigils are unable to be used by anyone else who isn't apart of our family. What you're suggesting is some rouge Devil broke down the Summoning paper that is empowered by our family's magic and somehow used it to reserve-track unsuspecting individuals?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. It's up to you whether to believe me or not."

"Excuse me, before you two start arguing. I'd like to know how you are aware of our situation and how you seem to know these things?" Sona interrupted. It took Rias a moment to calm down and realize her friend was right, he hadn't yet explained how he knew these things. But to be fair she did get blindsighted or sidetrack (depending on how you look at it) when he started insulting her in front of her Peerage and friends.

Issei seemed to like Sona more than Rias from the way he looked at her, "It's my job to know what happens in this town, I've got friends who are prepared for any-" A vibrating noise came from his pocket stopping his speech mid sentence. With an annoyed look he pulled out his phone flipping it open with practiced ease, what he read on the screen made his eyes grow softer. Closing the device he got up from his seat, "I'm leaving, how about you send me the rest of it on my desk. Big chance it might get thrown away along with my letters from my 'One True Love'."

He said as he reached halfway to the door when a hand clapped down on his shoulder, "I'm sorry Hyoudou-San but we insist you listen to what we have to say." The Prince of Kuoh Academy said with an apologetic smile.

Issei, on the other hand, glared, "Oliver Twist, I insist you take your damn hand off me before I break it." Blondie's mouth twitch as he slowly removed his hand

"You're a Hunter!" Rias blurted out.

That invoked something interesting. Everyone except Sona had the look of awe or shock on their face. In a flash of light, Kiba summoned a sword aiming it right at the prodigies neck narrowing his eyes.

"Well, this is awkward."

Indeed it is… Well, I'm back. What more needs to be said? It's been what two years? A lot has happened. You most likely want me to say something and here it is….I'm sorry. I promised but I didn't deliver and most likely I lost a lot of respect from you guys which I don't blame you. I getting back into it if that makes you any happy. This is still my main story and I have others I want to include so there's that.

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