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Everyday Life with Supernatural Girls

Chapter VI

||And Yet, Another||

Issei loved his bed. It's the greatest thing to ever exist. The epitome of invention. Always there when he's exhausted from working, never judged when he felt like being a lazy, unproductive stain on society, and it kept him in warmth against all cold. Having to separate from his bed was like having to separate from a good friend of his. The couch was comfortable as a couch, but it failed to hold a candle against the mattress. Issei's back was willing to testify.

But as it was for a greater cause so that a youngling wouldn't have to experience a back pain at her age, Issei didn't feel any regret. He's a hero who had sacrificed for the greater good – or a man.

Still, he missed the feeling of being hugged by a sea of blankets. The pleasantness and the craving to wheedle within their cozy embrace, to sprawl around with little care of the world. It was a blissful feeling, such as the one he's in right now.

His eyes shot wide open as if he was torn away from a nightmare.

His hand clawed the familiar springiness beneath him as his fingers tangled with the sheets.

He's not on his couch.

The couch was never this soft and… heavenly.

He's on a bed.

Why was he on a bed?

His bed.

And why was Shirone sleeping next/on top of him?

And she's all nestled beside him, huddled up close to his sides.

Issei only required a glance of her face to recall everything that had happened last night and why he ended up being here.

He carried her to this room. She had cried herself to sleep and there's no way Issei would have left her to sleep there. He remembered he was very nervous at first; yesterday morning he had never held a girl and that night, not only he had stroked her head -and ears-, he hugged her -albeit awkwardly-, and carried her. There was too much that was going on, but Issei managed to calm himself by the pretext of fearing to accidentally drop her.

Of course, his intention was to simply put her to bed. He might be a pervert but he's not a sicko. That's why he was about to leave when he felt a tug on the end of his long sleeve.

"…Ise-san, please stay..."

Now her face was pleading and impossible to refuse, but Issei did.

He nearly stayed by his principles if Shirone didn't say; "…I'll feel awful if you don't… this is your bed, not mine…."

She insisted even when her voice was obviously burdened by drowsiness. He had reasoned, but there's no chance of him winning against that face of hers. And putting the thought that she's a girl and he's a guy aside, he did miss his bed. Added to his sleepiness factor, he might have made his decision without a clear head.

…

Right, that still didn't change the fact that he slept together with a girl. Oh gods… what should he say to Yasaka if she saw him? This had to be one of those hard-to-explain situations in those uncanny harem manga. Issei often wished for that to happen in his life, but never had he dreamt his wish would come true.

'Alright, calm down...' He told himself, setting his mind and priority straight. As light and soft her small arms were, he couldn't enjoy her closeness when he felt as if he's taking advantage of her. That's not the way of the manly.

First, he checked on Shirone, to see if she's about to wake up anytime.

Nope.

Still sleeping peacefully. Her breaths came out softly as her chest rose and fell in a peaceful way.

With the uttermost care, imagining himself as Indiana Jones in that famous idol swipe scene, except he's the golden idol and the bolster as the sack, Issei lifted one of her arms off his chest as his other hand prepared the bolster to do the old switcheroo.

The coordination of his ass and his experience in moving like a slug made the task easier than he imagined. Deftly, the young Hyoudou Issei succeeded in slipping away from her grasp, with the bolster acting as his replacement. Shirone didn't seem to realize as she's now clutching the bolster tightly, snuggling her face onto its cover.

That could have been him. He could've felt what it's like to have a girl snuggling him. Felt more of her warmth. But that's just not fair to her; she didn't know, and Issei refused to stoop that low.

Heaving a quiet sigh, Issei scratched his hair and yawned, and was reminded once again that winter is cold and blankets are warm. Hence why he made sure Shirone was comfortably tucked in.

She moved slightly as Issei dragged the blanket to better cover her. She's only a few years away from his age, yet she's so small. Perhaps only a few inches taller than Kunou who was five years younger. He couldn't believe, or rather, couldn't understand why she had to go through whatever she had gone through.

After ensuring she's well-blanketed, Issei went to his drawer to draw out some of his clothes and his work uniform. Shirone rarely woke up past eight, but she slept past midnight. Issei didn't want to disturb her if she overslept her schedule.

He tiptoed out of the room, inwardly complaining about the cold floor that stung the sole of his feet. The moment he got out safe and sound, he wasted no time in reuniting his feet with the plush slippers waiting just by the door.

As was Yasaka.

'Santa Muerte.' The entire world plummeted down around him. "…Um…"

How would she think of him from now on? As a leech who snuck into a girl's bedroom – technically it's his, but at the time, it's not – to do morally questionable things to her? What could he do to clear all of this? He's not guilty.

…Maybe.

"Ah, Ise-san." Yasaka withdrew her hand that was about to knock on Issei's face. "You've woken up already." Her head slanted lightly as she presented him a smile. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"I swear it's not what it looks like… I can explain, honest to-" wait. "Huh?" Was she seriously being nice to him despite the misunderstanding? Or was she simply feigning ignorance? Or was it because no such emotions like 'angry' or 'disgusted' were written in her vocabulary of emotions?

"Hm?" Yasaka tilted her head sideways, looking at him unassumingly. "Is something wrong?"

Issei raised a finger and his mouth was parted to reply, but he held it back, shut his mouth, and reconsidered. He thought about the least troubling and still convincing explanation as to why he just walked out from his bedroom without having to lie.

"Shirone, she uh… she asked me to sleep with he—wait, not sleep sleep, I mean…" Brilliant. Issei sighed at his brilliance to mess up and worsen the misunderstanding. "Is there any hole around here…? I want to bury myself."

Yasaka was even more confused, to the point where confusion turned to concern. "Are you alright Ise-san? If you want some coffee I've made one for you at the dining table."

"Th-thanks…" 'Goddammit—your kindness hurts Yasaka-san.' "But… are you not going to mention… this?"

"This?" She gave him an awry smile. "I'm sorry Ise-san, but I don't understand what you mean."

She's so unassuming it's ridiculous. "No, I'm saying I just slept in the same room with Shirone-chan. W-well, it's not because I wanted to, but I still did. So… I'm sorry."

"…Hm? But isn't this your bedroom?"

"Are you an Angel?" Issei said, and he was serious. His intense stare made Yasaka flinch lightly.

A bit nervous now, the Kyuubi glanced down at her hands as she fidgeted her fingers. "I-I… Shirone-chan told me about it last night, and I agree with her. It's not right for Ise-san to sleep on the couch…"

"…Oh." In the end, he's the punchline. "Oh."

"B-but had I known it would trouble you this much… I would've…"

By gods, Issei couldn't take this anymore. It's not good for his heart. "N-no no! I'm very grapeful!" Issei paused. Being nervy was not his ideal mood. It screwed his words and attitude. "Grateful. I meant to say grateful. You're all so considerate to me."

At that, Yasaka raised her head and gave him a warm smile. Just what he needed on this cold morning. "That's because you've been considerate to us, Ise-san. Your mother said you're selfless, but please don't strain yourself. If you have anything you want, please talk to me. I'd like to help you as much as I can."

Issei blushed. That's the nicest thing someone had said to him. If he was in a dispirited state, he thought he would've wept right then and there.

But, as he wasn't in a disheartened mood and very much happy, he gathered all the courage he could muster in these five short seconds, and said to her. "W-well… actually… there's one thing I've been wanting to ask of you… If you don't mind."

Break

"M-my tail…?!"

It was right of him to ask her in the living room, where they're cozily seated and wouldn't disturb Shirone regardless of the outcome.

"Ah, you don't have to if you don't want to, Yasaka-san. It's just a silly request ahahahaha…" Was what he said with gauche laughter, but Issei's very saddened by her reaction. The amount of disappointment equaled when he learned Godzilla wasn't real.

…Which was, he supposed, a good thing. All things considered. He'd rather not get squashed into a human crepe.

"If…If it's what you want… then…" In an elegant display of shyness, Yasaka turned sideways slightly on the couch. "…Please be gentle…"

"Really?!" Issei couldn't hide his excitement anymore. "You'd let me?"

Yasaka grabbed a cushion to act as her comfort, and held it tightly. "If it makes you happy… I never had anyone touch my tails before."

Never being seen might have played a big part in that.

Slowly as to not make her nervous, Issei walked towards the seat. Her tails accompanied the whole middle seat and he had to take the last one. They smelled like shampoo and soap. Nice and didn't sting his nose.

He swallowed a gulp. His heart was beating fast from the anticipation as his hands hovered a little bit away from her many tails.

"…Here I go…"

"…Hn!"

Yasaka squealed, but Issei couldn't hear it.

He felt all of his burden fly away. All his problems lifted. All emotions faded but content and pure joy and tranquility as he patted one of Yasaka's nine tails as softly as he could while still feeling the magnificence of its fluffiness and softness. It's far different than a cat's and it's fuller than the tail of a Husky breed.

Often her faint orangey tail would twitch ever so slightly. Seemingly bouncing at his strokes and the white end would brush the tip of his chin.

Issei could now cross out one wish in his bucket list. One he thought would come true. Just not this soon in his life.

In conclusion, it's the best. For him, it was his little piece of heaven. He couldn't ask or even think of a better way to start his morning routine, and frankly, Issei didn't really care. He got what he wanted after long, and he's fine with that.

But as with all good things, he had to set a limit. He wouldn't want Yasaka to be disturbed too much.

"Haah… this is the best." Issei sighed, fully satisfied as he let go of her tail. "Thank you so much Yasaka-san. I'm sorry if it's a bit weird… But, every time I see your or Kunou's tail, I can't help it."

"It's alright." She whispered as she slowly turned around to face him. "I'm happy that you're happy, Ise-san. Although… is it normal for humans… to be wanting to touch our kind's tails…?"

He didn't know what to feel when he saw her conflicted expression. "I uh… I don't know. But I'm sure there are some people out there that are the same as me haha… maybe. I guess it's like seeing a kitten or a puppy; you'd just want to pet them. Some people at least."

Issei then realized that it was a double-edged sword. "Not saying that you're some kind of cute animal of course, I-I mean…. Yasaka-san's cute, ye—YOUR TAILS. Your tails are cute…. Not to say you're not, but…. Argh." Issei wanted to crawl to a corner and bask in self-loathing. "I'm gonna take a cold shower. And start digging another hole."

"O-okay…" Yasaka said with a quiet whimper. It was all she could manage to say as Issei dragged his feet to the guest's bathroom. She wanted to say more, to say she didn't mind what he said, but after what he said to her… She had to calm herself down first, and unstiffen her tails. She was in luck that he didn't say much when he was fluffing her tail.

Then out came her daughter from the bedroom, drowsily rubbing her eyes while yawning a "Good morning…". Kunou strutted at her mother as being bunched with her mother was her customary procedure of waking up. Except, this time, Kunou was fully woken upon seeing her mother.

"WHOA! M-mommy, why is your face so red?! Tomato! It's like a tomato! How'd you do that?!"

"Kunou, keep quiet…!" Yasaka ushered. Though, it was more of a plea than a demand. "Shirone-chan's still sleeping."

"But mooom, it's so red!" Promptly, Kunou approached her mother to feel her cheeks. They're slim and lean, unlike hers; she still had her chubby cheeks. "And warm!"

Their roles seemed reversed here. Normally it's the other way around, Yasaka realized. "Kunou…"

Then her daughter suddenly gasped, and her pointy vixen ears stiffened. "Ah-! Is it a cold?! Is mommy having a cold?" For an odd reason, the girl looked more excitedly curious than gravely concerned her mother wasn't invincible. "What does it feel like?!"

Well there went her nervousness. Worry took its place instead. "Mommy's fine, dear…" she breathed as she clasped her daughter's small hands. "Mom's only…" Yasaka paused as she thought. What did she feel?

Eventually, under the nosey and expectant stare of her daughter, she settled on an answer. "…Happy."

"Happy?"

"Mhmm." Yasaka smiled. "Sometimes, your cheeks become warm when you're happy."

"Ohh! Really?!" she then touched her cheeks. Her face shone as though she had made an amazing discovery. "Ah, you're right!"

Maybe it was wrong of her to put it that way. but Yasaka supposed, there's no harm done.

Kunou gasped eagerly as her ears picked up footsteps in the stairway. She ditched her mother and ran up to wait for Shirone at the base of the stairs, her tail swooshing merrily. Shirone, still drowsy, paused her walk for a while. It was still morning. Very early rather, and she's already this energetic?

As she didn't want to be seen as rude, she continued down the stairs.

"Good morning Shirone-chan."

"Nekonee~!" Before she could reply to Yasaka's greeting, she was attacked by a glomp from Kunou. Along with a cheerful; "Morning~!

She doubted she could never get used to her energy. "M…Morning…" Shirone flinched when her cheeks were mushed by a pair of warm hands.

Even then, she's not fully roused. "…What…?" Her cheeks were reddening though, and not because of the cold weather.

"Ah, they're warm! Are you happy? Hm? Hm?"

"Oh dear…"

Shirone remained confused until Yasaka explained to her what all of it was about, and apologized to her afterwards.

Of course, Shirone didn't mind.

Break

It had been an awfully slow day at work. The seats were mostly unseated and the only chatter was from the gossiping workers who had nothing else to do. Even the manager was loafing around in the break room as there's no one needing to be managed.

Which, Issei's totally and perfectly fine with. Few came in for a takeaway and then left, sometimes a person or two went in for a hamburger, possibly just to keep them sheltered from the snowfalls and the cold. But the place was empty and there's only a few workers here due to the season; including him.

But he's getting paid extra, so Issei wouldn't complain.

At the moment, him and Kiba were stuck being the cashier/security while all others were lazing in the back, most likely playing cards with the manager until it's their turn to watch the restaurant. That, or they're trying to convince the manager to end their boredom by sending them home.

Well Issei bade them all good luck if that's what they're doing. As long as it didn't hurt his paycheck. His motorcycle wasn't going to pay for itself.

"Yo Kiba," Issei spurred out of the blue and boredom. He got an enquiring 'yes' in response. "You said you're living with your relative, where's that?"

"Oh, it's very close by. About fifteen minutes walk from here." Kiba replied, smiling his bishie sparkles Issei found repugnant.

"Hoo… so it's near that uni huh?"

"Yeah. It's very convenient."

"Bet it is. You're practically in the center of everything. And the town's small enough already. If you trip over you'll end up at the shopping district."

Kiba chuckled-laughed, because Issei wasn't sure if that was a mild chuckle or a laughter. Was the laughter of handsome people contrasting with his kinds? Or was that just Kiba? As Issei was about to go on about his favorite topic; girls, the glass door swung open and by nature, the two straightened their posture.

"Welcome to JFC, how can we help you?" Issei recited the usual welcome line. The same line that nearly made him nuts due to how many times he had said it in the same exact tone. But such was the hardship of being a fast-food employee.

Except, it didn't come without any merit. One of which was meeting cute and/or beautiful customers. The young girl who just stepped in was a prime example.

Cute, blonde, small (not as small as Shirone), full cheeks, and cute. Her eyes were the color of money and renewal. Her green dress and her lustrous golden hair made the color of her eyes seemingly pop. So it's true that the same colored shirt can bring out the eyes… Issei learned something new today.

"U-um, hello…" The girl curtsied. In a fast-food restaurant. Forget her eyes; his heart was about to pop from her mannerism. But the moment her eyes lit up as her gaze fell on his blonde coworker, Issei abandoned all hope.

"Ah! Big bro!"

"What?" Issei scrunched his eyebrows and his head snapped at Kiba, who was, apparently, troubled by the presence of his English-speaking sister. That was sacrilege, but as he was not one with siblings. Issei suppressed the need to chastise this ungrateful handsome bastard. It was working hour and he supposed he'd be troubled as well.

…Maybe.

For a sister as adorable and airy-voiced like her? She's free to trouble him whenever.

"Asia? What are you doing here?" Kiba, still behind the counter, said to her in his usual voice. Which would be 'gentle', 'soft', and apparently 'angelic' according to the majority of girls of his last school. If they knew this guy's English was insanely fluent, Issei wouldn't be surprised if they built him a shrine or an altar or the sort.

"Why aren't you wearing any coats? It's snowing. If you catch a cold, Miss Griselda will be worried."

"A-ahh…. I'm sorry. I forgot to."

Kiba sighed and relaxed his expression. "Well… never mind that. What are you here for? My work isn't done yet."

"Oh! U-umm…. Sister Griselda asked me to tell you she can't pick up Miss Xenovia…"

"Okay. I'll head there when I'm done here."

As their conversation went on, Issei was left wondering who 'Griselda' was. Was she their sister? How come he never knew that? Another possibility would be she's the girl's sister but Kiba's relative, hence the 'Miss'. That made the most sense to him and his mind.

Luckily, there was no customer during their chat. No reason for their manager to yap.

"Oh umm… Asia," Kiba restarted, this time in Japanese. It was Japanese because Issei was no longer thinking in English. "I'd like you to meet Issei-san. He's my friend. Issei-san, Asia."

Kiba's smile was a little bit too sweet for his comfort, but Issei let it slide. "Hello. Hyoudou Issei, nice to meet you."

"A-a- nice to meet you too!" The girl hurriedly bowed. How polite of her. Her Japanese wasn't as fluent as Kiba's, but it didn't give Issei a hard time. "I'm Asia Argento… a-and I better head home! There's no one at home."

"Wait, wait! Let me get my scarf-" With that, Kiba headed to the dresser, located near the break room. Leaving Issei with the cute girl.

Issei should thank him later.

Now then… if only he could convince her that there's nothing to be scared of since the girl seemed as if she was going to jump at the slightest noise or a touch on her shoulder.

Informally, he leaned on a counter. "So, are you his relative, Asia-chan?"

"Hm?! Oh, u-umm… yes… I'm his distant cousin." Asia explained, "Sister Griselda is our legal guardian."

"Legal guardian?" That explained why Kiba's parents weren't there when it was parents' visit. "Ah, I see. You must be pretty close to him huh? Calling him big bro and all."

"Yes!" What he received was a smile so bright that Issei felt he needed a pair of black sunglasses.

'Was that the power of little sisters?'

Before he could proceed with light questions, Kiba returned with a purple scarf in hand. "Here, Asia. Get home safely."

"Thank you!" She happily received the scarf, "Goodbye Issei-san, see you later big bro."

Still wearing her warm smile, the girl left the restaurant with the scarf hugging her neck.

"Dude, she's hella cute." Issei noncommittally summarized. "Since you're her cousin, do I get your permission if I ever ask her to hang out?"

It was merely harmless fun. No meanings attached but a little tease as even Issei himself knew he didn't have the guts. But what Kiba said to him would forever be written in memory like a character from a certain company that told tales.

"Well… If it's you, I think I'd be happy for her."

"Dude." was the only thing he could say. Who on earth raised these children. Saints? "A-anyway… what about Xenovia?" He only learned from listening, but Issei hoped he pronounced her name correctly. Might be handy if he ever met said girl. "Is she her sister or yours?"

"She's Miss Griselda's adoptee." Kiba smiled. There was a certain softness and sadness in his eyes that Issei had only seen once in his life; when his mother finally accepted the fact that his father had eaten her pudding. But he's fairly sure this one wasn't of the same caliber. "Well I guess, in a way, it's the same with me and Asia."

"Whoa. Alright." That was a bit too much for him to handle at the time. "I uh… my sympathy man. I didn't know."

"Haha, it's alright Issei-kun." Kiba smiled genuinely. "We're as happy as we can be."

"Good for you, man." This time, Issei gladly returned the smile. "How old was she?"

"Asia or Xenovia?"

"Well, why not both?"

Kiba nodded several times. "They're both a year younger than us, so… I guess I should've told you that instead of asking."

Issei frowned. "Hey. Don't sweat it."

"Right. Y-yes."

"Seniors huh?" He hummed thoughtfully. He's fairly certain all school was on holiday… and even if it wasn't, "You have to pick her up?"

"Yes. She's also working part-time but she's at the shopping district. She's… not good with directions."

Issei 'oh'ed. "Well, you go 'big bro'." he snickered, and Kiba notably became embarrassed. "But, damn. She came all the way here just to say that. Why didn't she call you instead?"

Kiba didn't respond.

Deep down, Issei felt uneasy, thinking he might have struck a wrong chord. After all, not everyone worked because they wanted to like he did.

Until five seconds later, a realizing "Oh." came by.

They both paused. Issei stared at Kiba.

The blonde employee took out his phone from his pocket; it's not outdated, nor it was recent. So essentially, their phones were from the same generation.

"We rarely use it, she must've forgotten..."

"…Damn." Issei muttered. "That's some next level klutz right there. Or… think of it this way; she came all the way here just to see you."

At that, Kiba laughed wryly. "As much as I wanted that to be true, Issei-kun, I think she forgot she has one herself."

"...Dang."

Break

His shift finally ended after he knew it. There's been only a sparse number of customers in the past hour, even a single guy could've handled the rest of the work. That guy would be the manager who had nobly sacrificed himself for the greater cause of his workers. But he wasn't alone, as two workers refused to let him and instead stayed with him until the next shift employees arrived.

A cynic would think they're schmoozing him, but Issei wasn't one.

It was dusk. The streets were empty. The skies dove grey and the sun was hiding as the snowfall continued flowing. He was alone with himself, accompanied only by his thoughts and the rustling plastic bag containing Kunou's hopes and dreams; also known as 'hambagas'.

His train of thoughts were transporting his reveries of Shirone's soft, small hands, and Yasaka's tails, when it came to a full stop the moment he arrived at the damned uncanny alley.

No, it wasn't a mouse scavenging what's left. Nor was it a small young girl either. It was much larger. Or rather, she.

Leaning against the brick walls of the restaurant, hands crossed beneath the seemingly propelled pair of healthy breasts barely hidden and contained by a loose black kimono, bare legs elegantly displayed by the slit of the kimono, revealing its wine red insides, pale skin that gloss underneath the dim light; it was most definitely a she.

He noted the yellow sash enfolding her waist a bit later. Also the golden balls- beads. The golden beads slightly later after.

Issei would have mistaken her as the wife of a Yakuza member if not for the black colored feline ears jutting out from her… intricately styled hair. He didn't recall ever seeing such a hairstyle before. Or anyone as daring as her for one. He would advise against wearing a loose kimono during the winter, but who was he to her?

Putting that aside; she was stunning. Yasaka was mature and beautiful and so was this woman, just not the same type of mature and beautiful.

Issei didn't know how to put it, but to him, she's rather… sensual?

"Are you just going to stare at me all night, hmn~?"

Sensual. Definitely sensual.

Impossibly, Issei yanked his mind out of the gutter. "Oh, uhm… pardon me." So he said as he continued his stroll back home.

"Hey-hey! What do you mean 'pardon me', get back here!"

'Ohshit. She's mad.' Issei stopped. And he thought his heart did too. He had been lucky with the last three Supernatural he met, but he had no idea when his luck would run out. And that day might be this day.

He was nervous, but as he knew running would be futile, he turned around and faced the lady with the unfitting wear for the current season. "…Y-yes? Can I help you?"

A shot of déjà vu struck him as she was standing right in front of him, paying no regards to his personal space. Issei's terrified, but, at the same time, he feels blissful. God bless whoever made her clothes; her cleavage was absolute.

Hey, he could be dead or harmed soon. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

It wasn't until she brought her face up close to him, staring at him intently, that Issei was reminded of the gravity of the situation.

She had nice eyes though. He admitted that. Amber tinted, sharp with hints of mischievous seriousness. A heavy contrast with Shirone's except for the color and the black slit pupil. And her cat ears.

They're big.

"Hmmn… Show me what you got nyan."

'Nyan?' "Nyan?"

What did she mean by 'you'll do'? And did he just say that out loud?

Basing from her weirded look, he did.

Wait, why was he feeling awkward? She's the one who said it first. He was simply resaying the word to ensure he didn't mistakenly hear it as though it's only a figment of his imagination.

Like that mattered.

"Uh….. erm… If you're cold, you can borr—take my coat." Issei corrected himself as he shed his winter wear, one by one. "And my beanie, my muff, my gloves-" She scowled, and her eyes were no longer smiling at him. "You can also help me lighten my wallet… and I can buy the burgers some other day."

He'd be called a wimp for not standing up for himself, but in his defense, not even in his wildest of dreams where he was a Devil with super power that he'd hurt a girl. The fact that he practically stood no chance also played a part in that decision.

Issei was holding all of his gears in his hand, ready to offer everything to her, when then she said in a flat voice and expression; "You're weird nyan."

"Gee, thanks. It's not like I'm trying to keep my life."

She smirked. Smugly. Teasingly. "Hnnn~? Do you value your life more than your dignity as a man?"

"Both, but I still want to head home." Issei gulped. He just thought his mugger was cute. Was this a case of Stockholm syndrome or was it the famed 'suspension bridge effect'? Or was it neither?

Her amber eyes lingered on his face, scrutinizing his expression. That or she's enjoying his fear.

And then, "Hmph. You'll do."

Her kimono flapped in the wind as she darted back in the dark alley, before vanishing in the darkness of the alley, right before his very eyes. If Issei had never seen a Supernatural before, he would have considered paying a visit to a mental hospital or consulting a therapist. But as he did, he figured he should first wear all of his winter clothes before he froze again.

Second would be heading home… and thirdly; ask Yasaka if he's allowed to bask in her tails.

To be continued...

I have slept on a couch before and I can say it was a pleasant experience. But it made me realize how much a bed means to me. Let us say our thanks to our bed. They're the unsung heros.

Making Kiba, Asia, Xenovia, Griselda live in poverty was an easy way to get you guys to sympathize with them right off the bat, but do we really need another sob story?

And, yes, ladies and gentlemen, Kuroka's making her debut. Asia did too, but I think she's outshined in this one due to her little screen time.

About the long wait (again lmaooo), it's because I haven't been in the best of moods lately. My pet cat of 16 years passed away at my parents' home last Monday. Haven't seen her since January and I'm still missing her so much.

So yeah. That's my excuse this time. I'm not going to lie, my feelings affect my writing, so if the quality isn't gr8, I'm sorry. I know professional writers can do the "separate feelings and story" thing, but I'm not one. I just write because it's fun

Still, do point out the mistakes. I've been having sad days but don't pity me and hold back just because of that. That'd make me feel horribler :c

Unrelated to the story.

Seen the fourth season of the anime. Can't say I like the art changes.

Nah, I hate it. They all look like dolls. Kunou's cute though. Hopefully it sticks to the LN since it is an adaptation - looking at you DxD Born. Hopefully it'll do the LN and the story justice, but I think I'll skip on watching it. The LN is enuff for me thank you very much