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Gwynnus tried to take down notes as his teacher spoke, but his mind was more than a bit pre-occupied. His sisters had avoided his question yesterday, not to mention the being he encountered still plagued his thoughts. He knew better than to hope that it was just a random encounter. The powers that be would take notice of him now.

Another 'quest' that he wanted no part of.

He shook away the dark thoughts straying into his mind. He would deal with that another day. For now, he had to plan for tomorrow…


She breathed lightly, the usual pain that wracked her down to a dull throb. She was always grateful for the medicine the doctors gave her. She knew it wouldn't truly bring back her old life, but she had Eingyi, and her sisters. Oh, and Kirk, and that nice boy that visited her on Sundays. They were always trying to make her feel better-

"My Lady, you have a guest."

She smiled, and in her mind she could see Eingyi's old, withered smile. She felt movement by her side, and a hand gently grasped her own.

"Hello, Gwynnus." She whispered, and he laughed lightly, "I'm surprised you're here on a Thursday."

"You always seem to know it's me."

"Of course. You're my friend."

"…Right. How… how has everyone been?"

"Our esteemed sister," Quelaana's voice was heavy with sarcasm, and she could feel her red eyes glaring out from beneath her black-and-gold shawl, "has been too busy to visit."

"Quelaana, you know she would visit more. She said she may have found a way to cure me, did she not?" Her sister said nothing for a moment before sighing.

"We both know there is none." She felt Gwynnus' hand tense, and the air grew heavy, "We all know it."

"…That does not mean she doesn't care. Someone must manage the estate." Her voice was even quieter. It… it was the truth. Quelaag was the heir, as Quelaana had given up her right to inheritance and she was…

The door opened, and the silence was broken by a harsh voice, "Why are you here?"

"Sister-" she started, but she felt Gwynnus' hand leave her own.

"Visiting."

"You've visited. Leave."

He did so, and after a moment she felt Quelaag loom over her.

"You know I do not trust him."

She wanted to say 'but you don't trust anyone', but she knew better.

"You don't trust anyone."

Quelaana did not know better, apparently.

"With good reason," she growled, "how many have tried to take advantage of us already?"

"He isn't like that." It was true. He was the son of one mother's friends, and he'd proven himself to be a good person.

Quelaag went silent, but she knew it was more because she knew she'd already made up her mind and not because she was right.

"…I found another treatment for you."

She smiled weakly. This wouldn't be the first she heard those words, but who knows? Maybe this would be the one…


The next day, Issei returned to class, looking a little shaken. Gwynnus felt a bit bad that he hadn't noticed the boy's absence, but he was still upset at the time over the 'incident'. Also, something else was bothering him…

"Are you alright?"

Gwynnus blinked, "I could be asking you the same thing, Issei. Where were you yesterday?"

"Oh, uh, I was just a bit sick!" Issei laughed nervously, and Gwynnus decided not to pry. The day proceeded fairly normally, but the strange feeling never went away. He was on his way home now, walking along a side route he used sometimes.

'What is it? I've felt this before, but what-'

Something grabbed his shoulder, and he was thrown into an alley. He collided with the edge of a dumpster, and when he hit the ground he saw a woman in rags coming at him with a meat cleaver. He stood, his pyromancy flame coming to life, but not before she sunk the cleaver into his left arm. With a growl he placed his hand on her chest and she was sent flying back. A stream of fire flew from his hands after that, but she didn't even scream as the fire engulfed her and she collapsed. He pulled out the cloth he kept in his sleeve.

"Heal."

The gash in his arm shrunk, but there was still a noticeable cut. He tied the cloth to the wound and took out his cellphone, quickly dialing Quelaana's number.

'Damn it, pick up!' He looked at the body, which was starting to dissipate, 'If she's here then-'

"Hello?"

"It's Gwynnus. Is… everything alright?"

"Yes, why? Has something happened?"

He sighed, "No, no, just worried."

"Hm, hm, hm, careful, one might think you care for us more friends."

He breathed out a laugh, "Please don't say that to your sister. I'd rather not give her more of a reason to want my head…"

They chatted for a short bit before he made his way home, bandaged his wound, and fell into sweet sleep…


'Why did I ask what a cup size was?'

It was an honest mistake. His sister had never referred to her bra size as 'cups', so when Issei had asked him what cup size he preferred, he had asked for a clarification.

Mistakes were made.

"And this," he gestured to the woman on the page, "is a double 'D'. Now, here we have-"

'Regrets. Sooo many regrets.'

"Excuse me," he turned to see Kiba, "I know you four are busy, but could I borrow Issei for a moment?"

The blonde walked Issei off, and Gwynnus turned to the remaining perverts…


"I do believe Rias' exact words were 'Avoid Gwynnus until I say otherwise'."

Issei frowned, "I know that, but Gwynnus is my friend, not to mention he saved my life! I can't just ignore him! Anyways, didn't Rias say he was a Devil too? What if I wind up recruiting him into the peerage?"

"It's not that simple, Issei. We don't know for certain if-"

"OKAYI'MDONEHEREBYE!"

Gwynnus sprinted past them, and they both blinked.

"What was that about?"

"I don't know. All we were doing was teaching him about cup sizes…"


She panted as she slumped against the wall. She was safe enough for now. What was that… what the hell was that!? Gwynnus… did he know? Is that why he called earlier, to warn her?

"Damn it…" A flame came to life in her hand, and a reddish-pink ball of light flew from her fingertips. The message for help was clear, and when this was all over he was going to damn well give her an explanation!


AN: The pyromancy Quelaana used was Undead Rapport. Which in DxD land is just Rapport, I guess. I'll explain it later.