New story time

A different approach this time. Sorta.

No More Family Secrets

〖Chapter 1〗

⦕ Wait, I Have A Brother? ⦖

Life was going fine for a young boy named Hyoudou Issei. Full-time highschooler, part-time Devil.

Could've been much better. It'd be much better if he didn't have to experience how it felt to be knocking on death's door.

Twice.

Mostly because of the nothingness he felt or saw when his Soul actually entered it. Raynare did kill him, made no mistake, and he had been in the absolute void that was waiting for him. A jaded blackness where neither Heaven nor Hell existed. Limbo or something. Some waiting room for recently deceased Souls. He didn't know what might've happened if he didn't get lucky and got resurrected by Rias Gremory, a Devil hottie. In fact, he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to find out. Some things are better to be left unknown, and his afterlife was part of it.

So for all it was worth, even if he had to do menial 'assignments' like handing out questionable flyers that looked like it was made by an elementary kid who had learnt how to scribble weird circles and stars and even weirder symbols, Issei wasn't going to complain.

Well, maybe a little.

But he believed even by doing this errand boy duties like spreading out these flyers, there must be something deeper that his senior Devils wanted him to learn. Like in Karate Kid. Perhaps the intention was not to promote the Devils' services, but for him to learn the layout of Kuoh Town and how to navigate it quickly since he didn't have the ability of flight or teleportation.

In truth, it really was because Rias' whole Peerage aside from him were all busy with their Contractors.

But because of his delusion, Issei nearly doubled his quota that day, and got quite a praise from his bombshell of a Master.

And that was his daily routine as a newbie Reincarnated Devil. As a Servant and Pawn of Rias Gremory. And it was a definite improvement over how he'd spent his pastime, even if he wasn't able to spend as much time as he'd like with his two braindead idiots that were Matsuda and Motohama.

Well, as long as they didn't suddenly break off their friendship with him, Issei thought he'd manage. It was about time for him to learn how to manage time and relationships too, so that was another thing he'd never have learned if he didn't get revived.

With an audible yawn, Issei walked down the night streets of Kuoh. It was past midnight and the moon was nowhere to be seen, hidden away by the gloomy clouds. This time, he took the long route to avoid going through the town's park as that was where he kept getting got by those bastard Fallen Angels.

One of which happened to have successfully killed him, while the other very nearly succeeded.

Rias said they didn't have any other excuses as they'd burnt their last when that… whatshisface— Fedora Guy told him he didn't know he wasn't a Stray.

Which was bullshit. Bastard already knew. Even an idiot like him knew that Fedora Guy already knew. Rias definitely had known as well, and she was planning to properly eliminate those hooligans the next time they dared to attack him.

Which, in all honesty, made Issei feel a little bummed out as he felt like he was the bait. He even had this suspicion that Rias let Fedora Guy strike him first so she could use him. Otherwise, how did she appear all of the sudden?

But then again, she was a Devil. It was in her nature to exploit everything and… well, Issei knew he didn't have much value yet. Compared to the rest of his seniors, he figured he had to be the most expendable… but at least he still had some value. Having a bit of it was much better than having none and being constantly belittled.

Damn, this was getting pathetic.

Angry with himself and further steeling his determination and drive to become as strong as possible, Issei increased his pace to sleep so that tomorrow would arrive sooner. The sooner it arrived, the sooner he could train. The sooner he got stronger, the sooner he'd get his harem.

The streets were mostly empty. One or two patrols here and there, all of which he snuck around because he didn't want to cause any trouble. It prolonged his walk but the takeaway was that he felt like a ninja, lurking from the shadows, avoiding the guards, raising his stealth — only less cooler and probably looked silly from a bystander's point of view.

A block away from his house, Issei noticed someone's motorcycle parked next to a lamppost. The S-logo made it obvious that it was a Suzuki, but he didn't know the type of bike it was, but it was black with ash gray frame and looked cool and that was all his guy brain needed to decide that yes, this indeed would the object of desire that he'd splurge his first pay on after he got his license. Why? Because logically, he should have a better chance of getting chicks if he had a cool bike than without one.

If he was a geek of motorbikes, he'd be able to tell that it was a V-twin Suzuki SV650 roadster. But he didn't, so Issei didn't know jack.

A man was sitting on top of the bike, looking distantly onto a wall on the opposite side. Dark hair. Looked brown under the lamplight. Slender build. Probably twenty-ish. Clean shaven. Okay-ish face (which meant he was more good looking than Issei would want to admit, but at least he was not irritatingly prince-charmingly handsome like Kiba). Brown eyes… with a scary look.

Dull gray smoke seeped out of his lips as the man seemed to notice he was being stared at, and his head perked up to look at him.

This was going to be awkward, Issei thought, looking away. He quickened his walk and pretended that he was not walking faster as he walked around the biker. Poorly, as it should be noted, because the Biker Guy did not buy it.

He tossed the cigarette on the road, ground it with his boot as he said, "Heyo, Lil' Bro."

Oh great, he's drunk. Time to move on.

"You're just gonna walk past your older brother like that? Damn I'm hurt."

Issei paused. "Huh? Wait, you're talking to me?"

"Look around, doofus," the Biker Guy said, but Issei somehow could tell he was using a joking tone. "Who else is here other than you and me?"

Alright… this was unusual. Issei was pretty certain he didn't have any siblings.

"...Is this a prank? Who put you up for this? My birthday was last month, y'know."

"Yea I know."

A mildly disconcerting reply. That raised his stalker alert — which he never ever expected to be raised ever in the first place, and his gut feeling made Issei to wisely inch away. He thought he'd liked it if he had a yandere stalker, but he never thought it'd be a fucking biker.

"But if it is a prank then I sure as hell don't know which one of us is the one getting pranked… But I am tellin' ya nothing but the truth."

"...You have a weird accent..."

The biker shrugged and spread his hands. "I've been to a lot of places. My accents are in tatters."

Issei backed away a little. He couldn't sense anything supernatural from the Biker Guy, but he feared he might be too weak to sense anything like Rias or Kiba. Or anyone that wasn't him.

"I know," the self-proclaimed brother continued as he dug out a wallet out of his brown biker jacket. "I get why you're looking at me weird, so here. Some proof."

Issei gingerly took a glimpse at the square-ish white card, and did indeed notice that the man shared a similar family name as his.

"...I…don't buy it."

"And I ain't blaming you," the Biker said, nodding to himself as he put back his ID Card and his wallet to his pocket, giving it a few taps to make sure it was there. "And it's a good thing you don't. I'd be worried if you do."

"..." Issei narrowed his eyes. "...What's your angle here… funny biker man…? I gotta tell you that a biker and a highschooler talking on the street at this late of an hour don't look good to the public."

"Hah!" Unexpectedly, the man seemed pleased with his 'threat', even smirking a rather nice smile, as if he was proud of him. "Good. That's good. You've got guts. I was worried you'd lost them when you got gutted the first time by that Fallen Angel."

His face gradually shifted from a friendly conversationalist into that of a deducing detective. Whereas Issei felt nothing but the crawling dread, climbing its way up to his throat.

This guy knew.

"Now don't be scared. Seven billion people on this earth and I'd still be the last one to ever think of hurting you. I'm just upset. Upset because I just confirmed that you were indeed attacked. And by a damn Fallen nonetheless…"

"...Look uh… I… I better get going. You're starting to freak me out."

"Wait, throw me a bone here, bud," he sighed, relaxing his tense look, scratching his brown hair that, now that Issei paid more attention to it, did look similar to what he had minus the two short ponytails. "See here… we… we uh… We've got a lot to catch up. I wish I can just magically show you the proof but I'm pathetically hopeless when it comes to magic."

"...You can't use magic?"

"Nah. Can you?"

Issei gingerly shook his head. "I don't even have enough to teleport."

"Hey. You me both," the Biker grinned, chuckling a little. "Runs in the blood eh?"

Issei gulped. Deep down, he'd like to have a brother. He knew his parents would love to as well. He knew of their predicament and their poor luck. So if this guy was his brother, then how come his parents never mentioned him at all?

"...If you're my brother, then why did mom or dad never talk about you? We don't even have any pictures."

"I was photoshopped."

"Bullshit."

"Yeap," the biker chuckled. "Well. Because they're not meant to remember. And neither do you," the Biker said with sincerity.

Issei furrowed his brows. "...Wait, our memory was wiped? Why?"

"It's a long story. A really, really long story," and he readjusted his motorcycle, rode it properly, and pulled down the footrests on both sides as he looked at him with an earnest look. "But if you're willing to listen, I'll tell you everything. Whether you end up trusting me or not, I'll leave that for you."

Issei paused for a moment.

Until he continued with an almost villainous grin, revealing his true nature, "But if you don't hop on… then I'll have you know; I know where you live, and I'll keep pestering you until you cave in, so either you do it now or you'll do it later eventually, lil bro."

Issei shuddered. He was getting blackmailed by this stranger. That moment, he thought that if this man was indeed his brother, then he was more devilish than him.

Break

Issei wanted to admit it openly, and he wished he could, but only once he had determined the truth of this apparent long-lost brother of his — but riding a bike during night time was… unbelievably soothing. The wind ruffling his clothes almost sent him to a trance, and the darkness and the coolness of the night was always palpable for a Devil like him.

It was only mid-way that he realized he had no clue where this guy was taking him, and that he might have just been voluntarily kidnapped by a stranger pretending to be his relative.

'Oh my Satan, how am I this goddamn stupid.'

He considered leaping off. It'd hurt. It likely hurt like a motherfucker. The asphalt was not made of the ideal for him to smash his body against, but it was the only thing he could think of other than messing with his driver and likely send the two crashing.

But the Biker pulled over before he could actualize his escape plan. It was next to a pier. Not far from the warehouse where Rias showed him his first real-life battle against a real enemy that wanted to kill him and the Devils. The place where he watched a mammoth-sized monstrosity, half-woman half-...something, fired lasers out of her nipples that could melt steel beams.

The crashing waves were oddly calming, and the ocean itself was effortlessly beautiful. No wonder this was one of the go-to spots for couples.

…Wait a minute…

"...You're not going to do weird stuff to me… right…?"

"That," the man pointed his gloved pointing finger at his face pinpointedly. "Is disgusting. Don't ever bring that up. You're gonna make me throw up."

"...Alright, good. Just making sure."

"Alright," the Biker nodded, and walked towards the open pier. Several ships were parked there, seemingly bouncing up and down as the waves came and left. The salty ocean wind breezed by, and Issei struggled to recall the last time he had ever gone to a beach.

…Beach… swimsuits… boobies in bikinis…

Next summer, he definitely would ask Rias to go on a beach holiday.

Idly, whilst dreaming and drooling of Rias and Akeno in skimpy swimsuits, Issei blindly followed the Biker as he walked towards the end of the pier.

His nightdreaming was put to a halt when the Biker spoke,

"I got a call a few days ago," he began. "From Azazel. Maybe you've heard of it, maybe you haven't. But if you haven't, then he's basically the Satan for the Grigori."

Issei froze.

"And no, I'm not working for them. Not anymore," he growled, "considering what happened to you…"

Odd. That anger felt genuine. Issei was no linguist when it came to body language, but it felt genuine. And… weirdly enough, he felt kinda happy that someone got mad because of the misfortune that smacked him in the face and blew a hole in his stomach.

"Long story short," he continued, stopping by to rest against the fence. "He, Zazel, told me there has been some… miscommunication… and one of his lackeys thought keeping an eye on you meant putting a lightspear up your ass." And his face went grim. "And killed you."

"...Well I got better."

"That you did," the Biker smirked, appreciative of his lax response, and eased down. "I do get a bit intense from time to time, so don't mind me whenever that happens."

"I'll try dude, but you really looked like you wanted to kill someone."

"Likely because I wanted to, but anyway…" and he moved on without fanfare like he didn't say a word, "basically, I didn't like that. So I flew here. As fast as I could. I needed answer. Had to see with my own eyes. Had to see you."

Issei blinked. "...And now that you do?"

"I'm real fuckin' pissed. Really pissed," he muttered.

"...Why?" Issei decided to ask. "...I mean… let's say you are my brother, which you maybe are… you… well, I mean sorry to say, but you were never around."

It passed only in a flash, a moment of weakness, but the Biker's face softened, almost like he was hurting, but decided to cover it all up with a grin.

"See the thing is, I have," he said. "Not always but I… I've been around. Sometimes once a year. Rarely twice. But I tried to make time."

"Why though?" Issei replied, still very much skeptical. Getting deceived by Raynare had sparked his trust issues, and he was not going to repeat the same mistake he did. "Why didn't you just… I dunno, stay? Why did you ever leave me and mom and dad in the first place anyway. If you are what you're saying you are…"

"Because I wanted to protect you. You and mom and dad."

"...From what?"

He spread his arms like he was about to hug a giant bear. "From this! All of this. This— this fuckin… cobwebs of supernatural bullshit."

Issei remained skeptical.

"You have a gift, Buddy," he explained. "Sacred Gear or whatever the fuck. Nowadays they get less pickier with their picks…" a grumble cut his sentence. "I've seen the lengths people have gone through just to get one of you fuckers on their side. They'll use anyone you're close with. Parents, family, friends. Girlfriends," he shrugged. "Pets. Anything that they can use to rope you into this mess for their own benefits. Hell, that's how they got me."

This time, Issei's quietness was contemplative. Prez immediately came to his mind.

"It'll be easier to get a Fallen to return your real memories. The ones you have currently are… a bit tampered. Yours and mom's and dad's."

"Wa-wait wait… how can I tell if you won't just replace my memories with the ones that's convenient for you?"

"Because you're no longer human, ain't ya?" the man pointed out. "Memories of you as a human can be overwritten, but not the ones you have after you've turned into a Devil. Devil magic and one that the Angels or Fallens use — they cancel one another. Like oil and water."

"Okay…" Issei awkwardly scratched his hair. Honestly, he'd expected to get lunged in by a Fallen Angel or other variation of an ambush, perhaps a Rogue Exorcist thinking he was fresh meat — but not this.

He's got a damn brother.

He still hadn't gained his complete trust. Perhaps this guy was just a shapeshifter spewing bullshit, but… Issei really wanted a brother that he'd consider believing a lie just to be able to live in it.

But first, he had to know if this 'brother' of his shared the same vibe as his.

"Ass or titties?"

"Huh?"

"Just answer it!" Issei demanded vehemently. "Ass or titties?"

"What? What's up with you— well it's neither. It's gotta be their personality."

Issei had never felt this great of a disappointment in his life.

"Nah I'm just messing with ya. See, ass or tits or thighs or face — whatever your preferences, I like it most when it's balanced."

"Balanced?"

"Yea. A complete package. Or semi-complete. If you get to choose, would you rather have a girl with tig bitty tiddies but a pancake for ass, a gal with ass but part of the itty-bitty-titty-commitee, or a well-rounded one whose balance is just right?"

Issei's face brightened. The moonlight bounced off his teeth as he smiled widely upon this new realization. Too long had he been fixated on one specific 'asset' of a girl that he'd forgotten there was more to truly appreciate.

But he didn't stop there— "And then there's the nape… the small of their back… that delicate line of a fit gal, the contour of her abs. The female body is the god's greatest fucking art, brother, and the best thing is; there's a hell lotta them. This world may have plenty of resource crises; food, water, money, but a fine female figure ain't ever gonna be one."

And so he said, and that gave birth to a rejuvenated sense of admiration that came directly from Issei, who had never been so inspired and, most importantly, gladdened that this person that might be his brother was also an avid admirer of the lord's finest creation.

"...Sensei!"

"But there's one thing you gotta remember bud. As a man. You're a man, aren't you? How old are you again? Eighteen?"

"Eighteen this year," Issei said proudly.

"Right, and considering the world you are in now, you are a man responsible for your actions. And all actions have consequences, you following me?"

"Uh-huh," Issei blandly nodded, waiting expectantly for the enlightenment he might provide in his next sentences. "What's the one thing I have to remember?"

He lifted a gloved single finger. "Never fall in love with a woman for her body."

The biker waited, letting that statement sink in. Let Issei ruminate on that sentence and understand its meaning, before he eventually continued with an intense stare, almost as though he wanted to drill his point into his head.

"You hear? You can kiss, sleep, suck, fuck — do whatever you want with them, but always remember where you live, brother. Just as there are dangerous men out here, there are just as many women, and oftentimes, they're levels more craftier than us. You've experienced it firsthand, haven't you? Hmm? A cute girl asked you out and killed you later?"

"Yeah." Issei gulped, and nodded. He didn't particularly like remembering that moment.

"Mhmm. There's a lot of people like her, Issei, and all of them will have different intentions. Ultimately, they want to use you. And don't get me wrong; don't pride yourself because they want you. Because it's not you that they want, but the thing in your hand. I get that this is difficult to process , but whenever a girl, a guy, anyone, approaches you; stop and think for a sec. Ask yourself why they're coming on to you. Is it because they want to know you better, be chummy with you in general or is it because they want to have control of the Longinus."

He let another moment pass. Let him process. And waited until he knew Issei had did just so.

"You got me?"

"Yeah, I…" Issei cleared his throat. "I hear you…"

The biker grunted, nodding. Both to his little brother and himself.

Seeing that Issei had gotten the point, and was evidently a bit hurt and downtrodden because of the possibility of having to guess everyone he'd ever known and would know in the future, he suddenly slapped him in the arm with a grin.

"Now don't be so glum, chum. There will come a day where you'll meet the one. Or more. Maybe many more, who knows. The supernaturals are certainly more open to polygamy," he shrugged lightheartedly, wiggling his eyebrows hintfully, re-instilling the much needed fuel to relit Issei's ambition; to build himself the ultimate harem.

"You just need to be more careful with who you trust. Don't be gullible, aight? That's a dangerous habit you gotta get rid of pronto."

He then sighed, and gave Issei a rather… a smile that oddly brought an unfamiliar, yet familiar sense of warmth. A caring smile, he supposed. Like the one he'd often received from his father.

"I can't hear you getting maimed again, ya hear?"

"Yeah," Issei nodded weakly a few times, before nodding firmly with resolve. "Yeah. Yea I won't. Never again. Thanks, Sōjiro-san."

Break

It was five in the morning when Sōjiro Hyoudou first learned what had befallen his little brother, and it was five in the morning when he arrived at Japan with an unholy rage.

You fucking swore.

Those three words replayed itself like a broken record as he made his way to the small town of Kuoh, constantly on repeat until it had become his chant. It was the only thing that was in his mind as he walked inside a certain hotel in a certain district, politely checking in, calmly entered a room, and slammed the door with a bang that shook the frame.

It was a rather well-lit room for a room in a place like this, but that should be well expected as it was Azazel's temporary office.

And the leading Governor of the Grigori Research Institution was presently seated behind a desk stacked with his dubious inventions — ranging from your everyday accessories such as ringlets, bracelets, rings, that could either shoot fireballs, turn yourself invisible, and plenty other functions that defied human's law of physics, to the more straightforward one like a gun.

But Sōjiro had no interest in any of this eccentric inventor's inventions, and Azazel had seen this coming from a mile away.

"Before you get angry, let me explain that this all happened because of—"

"I already am, bastard. You ain't got shit to explain," Sōjiro seethed, his hands crossed, but not as cross as him. "I don't care how it happened. You swore you'd leave him out of this. I didn't strangle people because one day you can get lax and let shit like this happen."

Azazel stretched his dress shirt's collar. "It was splinter group!" he tried to reason, "They acted outside of my approval and—"

Sōjiro pounded his fist against the wall. "Then you were a shit leader but a leader nonetheless. Like I said, I don't care why or how it happened, all I know is that one of your cretins killed him, and now he's a Devil."

Azazel took a deep sigh. "I don't know what else to tell you other than I'm sorry. When I first heard of it, I also got my ass here as soon as I was able to, but it was already too late… evidently," he cleared his throat. "What else do you want me to do here? Grovel on your feet?"

He frowned his perpetual scowl, and stated his demand, "I want their names. Afterwards, we're quitting."

"...Wait, wait, we're…? Let's not be too rash here—"

Sōjiro walked up to Azazel's desk and planted both his fists against the wooden surface, causing the trinkets to shake.

"We took your offer because you said you can ensure his safety. Now I know you've lost a lot more people than I have, but that doesn't mean shit to me. It doesn't mean shit to us. He died, Zazel. Died. As if it can't get any worse than that, he's a Devil. But if it wasn't for the Devil then your people would be busy burying their own today."

Azazel couldn't find a proper response to say. He had made his mind and there was no changing it… Money wouldn't work and neither would women. Fishing for his sense of loyalty wouldn't work either as Sōjiro had always been more of a… an external help that stuck around. He only regretted that it had to happen now out of all times.

"He's roped into this world now and it doesn't seem he's leaving anytime soon. And clearly we can't rely on you anymore, so we're keeping an eye on him."

"Alright, alright… I get it… No need to make me feel shittier," huffed Azazel, now massaging his temples. "...I'll write you their names, just… Let's not let this unprecedented misfortune completely burn our bridge, hm? We're entering turbulent times, you see… it'd be beneficial—"

"Zazel you better shut your mouth now before I force feed you that ashtray."

"Right, right…" Yikes. Bad time. Azazel made a mental note to reapproach him in the future once his mood was… well, stabilized. "Is that all? Need some rooms to stay?"

"Nah we'll manage," Sōjiro griped, but in spite of his anger, there was some shred of… not sadness, but rather disappointment. He was disappointed it had to end like this. "I'll be seeing you again, Zazel. I hate to split, but this crossed the line."

He didn't slam the door on his way out this time. Azazel failed to find any relief in it, as he knew he had consigned those people to death in order to appease that guy's justified wrath.

"Welp… there goes two of my assets…" Azazel sighed, hard, almost like he was trying to deflate himself as he slumped to his desk facefirst. "Kokabiel you buffoon… Erghh…"

Groaning, cursing his laxness due to the ongoing 'peace', Azazel thought he might as well fetch himself another woman or two and some whiskey before calling it a day and hope for the best. Although those didn't prevent Azazel from wondering. Wondering what could have been if he wasn't much of a procrastinator and an avid pacifist.

Could that have kept Kokabiel from rebelling?

But more importantly…

Would that have prolonged the service of those twins?

Perhaps, even landing him another?

A Demon, a Witch, and a Dragon in the making… Could he have had them all?

Break

Sōjiro parked his mint-condition motorbike inside the garage of their 'safehouse'. It wasn't much of a safehouse, however, as it looked like just any other house in the block, and the Hyoudous simply treated it as such. They would be staying here for a long while, after all, considering the recent… unfortunate events that had befallen their baby brother.

The moment he swung open the door, he was immediately greeted with a cold, steely gaze of an upset woman. Standing a head shorter to Sōjiro, Hyoudou Haruyuki had longer and fashionably wavier hair compared to her brother's shoulder length straight hair, but nonetheless had the same color and rich darkness — although she'd normally have it on a messy bun when she wasn't trying to impress anyone and was lounging on wherever place they had to hide in for their mission.

She only looked dolled up purely because she had to buy the groceries today if they didn't want an empty fridge.

"Souji," she said, her stern tone and her naturally low contralto betraying her pretty face. It was nonetheless a welcome change from all of those forced high-pitched voices in that brothel masked as a hotel. "How'd it go?"

"As well as you can expect," he replied, taking off his shoes to slip into his brown, fuzzy, soft house slippers. "We ain't working for him anymore."

"Good," she huffed, uncrossing her arms, but didn't look anywhere near satisfied with his answer. "Did you break his arm at least? Pluck any of his wings?"

He eyed his sister with a certain kind of look that questioned her sanity, and thanked… well, himself, for choosing not to bring her along despite her protest.

"Haru, I get that you're mad but he's been a good employer. He fucked up. That's to be expected from time to time."

"His 'fuck up' caused our brother's death, Souji." She narrowed her brown eyes — a common physical trait among the Hyoudou. Theirs, however, were a lot colder than their parents or brother, honed by experience and tempered with the constant annoyances the world had thrown their way.

"True but he's still kickin'. That's the important thing. Making sure he doesn't slip up big time is the next step."

She clicked her tongue. "Tsk… He got off too lightly."

"We can still get some use out of him in the future that will help Issei's growth. He's a crazy technomancer but he's not without merits. And besides… you want to waste all the time we've spent helping him just like that? Sounds like a waste to me."

"..." Haru hated how Sōjiro seemingly always knew what to say to make her see things his way, and agree to it. Then again, he read people better than her and his hospitable smile could fool a genius detective despite looking like a delinquent that beat up biker gangs for fun. Haru, on the other hand, would beat up bike gangs for fun despite the fact that she looked like she came from a Korean drama scene.

"...Fine. But the next time I see his face, I'm handing it to him."

"Sometimes, I wonder which of us is actually the mad dog," Souji shrugged off Haru's smack to his back as the two made their way to the living room, only to slump at their three seater sofa as the jetlag finally hit.

The twins let out a lengthy sigh as they melted further into their couch. They had disagreed on many things, but one thing they could agree on was that they both hated summer, and that dreaded season had been peering in from the corner like a rabid super fan tailgating their idol.

"Did he give you any names at least?"

"No, but he gave the name of a place."

Haru lifted her head off the cushion, and scowled. "A place? He's still making us take care of his mess? Even after we quit?"

"You know how he is," Souji chuckled. He saw plenty of himself in how Azazel handled things… how that Governor never let an opportunity slip. It was how he bagged him and his sister. "But we get to unload, at least. Well… you'll get to unload your stress on them."

"What? You're not coming?"

"I'm planning on meeting our lil bro tonight," he said, nodding to himself, thinking of what he should say and how he should approach their boy brother. "Unless you want to tag along."

As he had expected, Haruyuki didn't show much excitement at the idea. Rather, she showed a somewhat melancholic look. Remorseful, rather, as if she'd be ashamed to show her face to the brother they had long since, in a way, abandoned.

"...I think I'll pass."

"Yeap. That's why I'll go talk to him. You go ahead and break legs. You have my blessings to take my share."

Haru exhaled sharply in amusement. "Alright, but I don't want to come home late and be served any of your kitchen abominations. And don't you step in my kitchen."

"Your kitchen? Who died and made you queen?"

"No one, but I will if I have to eat your crappy food. And it's my kitchen because I can cook without burning our stuff."

She got a point there. "Yeah, yeah… I'll order takeaways."

Not like he liked to cook anyway and Haru had always been the better cook — blessed with their mother's gift. It was a win-win for him, but he didn't want to make it too obvious.

Satisfied, thinking her brother had to yield something and therefore losing the brother-sister game, Haru stretched out her hands and legs, then promptly stood up with both her hands on her hips.

"What're you plotting."

"Lunch, stupid. I don't plot. I'm not you."

"Right. You don't have the brain for it. Or the patience."

Haru groaned. "You're so funny. You know that? Funny. Very funny man."

"I'm really not. I'm the unfunniest guy there is. I'm really mean but people always think I'm joking."

Haru stared at him quizzically, eyes squinted, debating whether he was saying the truth or he was just being his idiot self. She settled on the latter, and then huffed a dismissive sigh, and tied her neat hair into a messy bun as she reverted to her husbandless-housewife mode.

Souji, meanwhile, decided to take a quick cat nap. The fatigue from staying up the entire day had been creeping up to him, and nearly losing himself back at Azazel's 'hideout' had worsened his migraine. Haru was in a better shape since she had no trouble sleeping anywhere at anytime.

Sighing, he pulled both his legs to lay on the couch, and, with the image of his brother who he only got to see twice a year in his mind, slowly drifted to sleep.

Only to wake due to the sound and the aroma coming from the kitchen, and decided that his sleep could wait. He couldn't pass up the chance to pester his twin sister.

To be continued…

First of, I want to lay it out straight and say this story have two MCs, and that's Issei and his brother. You might think it's obvious enough, but most of the times this sort of 'long lost brother' story will only show the growth of one brother, and it's almost always the OC one. I promise you this ain't 'bout that, and should it ever happen, then feel free to mail your complaint to my onlyfans account for 69.99$

And why stop at just that? Most of the 'long lost brother' type of story eventually devolved into a self incert OPMC, so i spiced it up by 'reviving' not just one, but both of Issei's canonically deceased siblings, and this one's a she

No. There won't be any incest is wincest here because they're normal people. Semi normal people. As normal as one can be when living in a crazy world like dxd anyway

ANYWAY

I'm nabbing Masamune Date from Basara as Sōjiro Hyoudou
and
Hori Kyouko from Horimiya as Haruyuki Hyoudou.
Bit of a fun fact, they kinda share the last bit of their parents' name (Gorou and Miki/Soujiro & Haruyuki)

This is basically Spy x Family except Loid and Yor are brother and sister and Issei is oversized Anya.

I realized while watching something that I wanted to read a chaotic sibling energy but in dxd, but found none, so I decided to write one for myself and think this is something worth sharing around

And no. I don't think there'll be any harem for either Souji or Haru because they're human and they are the type to think that having a girlfriend or boyfriend is a pain in the ass

Obviously this is AU… and not because there's 3 Hyoudous in the story. But I'm changing up some of the main casts. Spoiler alert; the first arc's baddies won't be Kokabiel or Raynare, and Asia won't be the 'maiden in distress' this time because that'll just bore you to death

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