At this point, I hope you could mentally picture Issei's voice as being a sort of Alphonse voice, with JP Dub or Eng. Dub depending on your preference. Also, my head still hurts, and this chapter could use some better editing, be right back for that.

Many things could be improved on indeed. I for one will never be satisfied with this.

I did in fact work on this as soon as I uploaded Flowers for the God of War, by the way. Yep, eternal pain.

Pay /r/Nobbu a visit, by the way.

"Issei-kun, could you pass that box over here?" A young woman wearing black glasses asked the young boy close to her with a smile on her face, warmth oozing even as she adjusted her frames rather messily. "I hope it wasn't too much for me to ask you to help with fixing up the Student Council room. You're a friend after all, and…"

Wearing a spiky ponytail, he took off his jacket and put on a chair near him to keep cool during the cleanup. He was handsome, one of the very handsome pretty boy types. This was Issei Hyuodou, former boy-turned-girl-turned-boy again thanks to some very convenient shapeshifting powers. This particular transformation was labelled the Kipposhi one thanks to resembling the attire that she had worn during her tenure as The Fool of Owari.

"Nah, don't you worry all too much!" The boy remarked to her, smiling all the same despite the strain he was holding onto with nary a sweat. A few hours earlier, the elder girl by roughly a year organized a small event in the room to celebrate his induction into the school almost a decade ago. The rough paperwork and the long trail of excuses they needed to get there in the first place was interesting to say the least, and it was pretty obvious how much they needed to stretch their limits before his life as normal human could have ended for good.

It's been years since that fateful day he turned into a girl, and though Issei was very much inclined towards her more feminine side nowadays, it was the simple fact that they registered her as a guy despite the school not officially becoming coed until a few months back that complicated many, many things. It would be hilarious to write the reason why, but it would take too long. That suited her just fine, however, because over time Issei figured out a new place for herself, with new friends that were both supernatural in nature and totally mundane. She was satisfied, to say the least.

As it was, she had to take a male identity within the school, and the fact that normally it seemed as if Oda Nobunaga was as flat as a board until she went out of her way to increase her bust size made it easier on her to take such an identity, which mind you, was pretty easy to go back into. Well, it didn't matter too much. She'd just turn into a guy when she went to school and it'd have been pretty easy to go incognito as a gorgeous, long-haired and pint-sized girl whenever it was safe to. The transformation wasn't as useful as the Avenger spirit origin, anyway.

He took another box, full of old merchandise from the few weeks of fame that they shared when they participated in that convention a few years back, to a shelf on the corner of the room. A shine sparked to the side, and Issei walked over to the box to see some through it. An old poster of Levia-tan, the Type Redline book that they made such a big fuss about before they realized they could make big bucks out of it, and JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Volume 28 for… whatever reason.

He saw something else that intrigued her, however, something very familiar. It seemed to be the exact same stick that Sitri-san appeared to be holding before they met. It was slightly bent to the side; its paint began to scratch off and its steel beginning to rust. It made him feel a little melancholic seeing it in such a dilapidated state considering how much he used to associate it with Sona, but it has been years since either of them had seen it after all. He spoke up.

"Sona-san… Wasn't this part of your old costume?" He waved it in front of her, with enough stress to finally dislodge it permanently, at which point he awkwardly tried to stick it back together. "I'm pretty sure you used this all the way back until we were 14, when I dressed up as Prisma Emerald and you as Magical Sitri-san, name pending in those Sentai operations that you and your sister officially sanctioned." He smirked, seeing the dark look in her face. "So, I am right! Why'd you drop the gimmick? I actually liked prancing around that skirt whenever we blasted another evil jackass's face with our magical superpowers."

Sona Sitri breathed deeply, and stood up from her desk. She slowly walked over to Issei Hyoudou who now held a rather neutral expression to contrast her menacing one. Huffing deeply, she gave a mocking laugh.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Yes indeed, Issei-kun, you've found me out. That is indeed the very same magical girl gimmick that I stole from my sister." With a dark glint in her eyes, she muttered. "It's the very same. The same design as my elder sister's, in fact, and with the press of a button I could dress up in the same stupid outfit that she made herself all those years ago."

Swiping it straight out of her hands, she squealed. "And I had absolutely no idea where it was, or how it came back to me! So, you're telling me it was here the entire time? I had no idea! Thank you so much, Issei! I lov-. Actually, scratch that part, you might get the wrong idea…"

A gulp, and a confused sigh. "So… Why did it seem like you were so offended by me pointing that out at first? You seem as passionate as you were like when we first met, you know…"

"Oh no, I'm not offended." She took off her glasses in a shoddy attempt to look cool. In Issei's opinion, it just barely worked, but she still looked far too stern to make any lasting effect. "I just grew up." She snapped her fingers, and a shirtless Genshirou Saji took the time to pull up an open electric fan from the other side of the room to give her some air.

With her hair flying in a not-at-all elegant fashion, Sona Sitri shed her mask as the untouchable Student Council president to return to being one of Issei Hyoudou's closest friends. That is to say, a chuuni. Evidently some things had to be passed down from sibling-to-sibling, but even this was getting a bit ridiculous.

Coughing on her fist, she put one hand on her chest -though not in that way- and another arm stretched to reach into the beyond. "Because you, Issei Hyoudou, refused to grow up, and I have. Do you understand that?" From what he could understand, Sona gave her take on Issei's utter refusal to take down the Gundam figurines (that he got paid for during those operations) that he hung on his wall. Though to be fair, one of those Gunplas cost almost 9000$ in American money, so having such a collector's item would have proved to be a pretty interesting bargaining chip when reselling old figures.

Pausing for a bit, Issei looked down for a moment to consider that. She was right in a way but… Um. She looked back up. "Aren't you the one ordering poor Saji-kun here to give you that anime flying hair thing, though? I mean, you're complaining about me being chuuni still but you're the guy going out of your way to slave your pieces to do such an inane thing at the end of the day."

Mildly miffed, she gave him a look. "Can't you give me some for once? Really, you're not that fun to talk to, Issei-kun. Fine, I'll let him be."

Saji put his shirt back on and went back to dusting the ceilings. Sighing deeply, she continued on, her mature attitude returning relatively quickly. She adjusted her collar and gave him a warm smile.

"Well, you know Issei. I just wanted to go back a bit. Those fun years interacting with you was such a breath of fresh air compared to the dead air I keep getting with all those other Devils who refuse to see me as anything more than the Sitri family's heir. It was fun, you know."

"Yeah… I can understand that. But you know," he smiled. "You can start by letting us do those Sentai exercises again." A blank stare chilled his very soul, but he did his best to ignore the feeling. They went back to their duties afterwards.

Once most of the cleanup was finally complete, Issei breathed deeply while looking at the now cleaned up room.

He looked to his side and saw that everyone else was ready to go home by now with the sun beginning to set in the horizon, and was preparing to go out. Picking up the bag, he was just about to leave the room until he felt a tug on his left sleeve. Looking back, he realized that it was Sona doing it, with a pretty deep blush on her face making him feel a little reserved as well.

Eyebrows raised, he asked Sona. "What is it, Sona? You seem sick right now… Do you need to go to the clinic?" Ignoring the fact that there should logically be no reason for Sona to be sick since she technically has completely different biology to normal human beings, 'who knew because she certainly didn't', all Issei could do was stare at her shake her head awkwardly from her perspective.

In any case, she shook her head a little bit more and tried to mouth something. She opened her mouth "Issei, I…" and closed it all the same. She looked up to look at the taller boy with a meek look in her eyes. "Issei, I just wanted to tell you that…" They shut once more. The spectacled girl was unable to vocalize her response, too shy to make a decent response on her own.

Blinking a little more, Issei leaned his head to the side while trying to process what was being said. "Sitri-san, if you need some help to walk there, I could—"

"No, no, don't you worry." Smiling weakly, she continued. "Issei, I just want you to go home now. Okay? Take care of yourself."

She breathed in deeply, and walked back to look at the windows. "Don't you worry about little old me?" A watery whip formed in her hand. "I'm warning you now." Though that was fairly halfheartedly.

Getting the hint, Issei picked up the pace and walked as quickly down the hallways to the bottom floor. Sighing, he looks at the stick now stuffed inside of her inner breast pocket. Looking back behind him, he could hear giggling from all of the other students inside of the clubroom. Saji in particular had a grin that could be very well described as shit eating.

Adjusting her glasses, Sona sternly faced away from them all. "It's not that easy to do, you know… He's a close friend and all, but I…"

From the side, observing the awkward exchange, Rias gave her take. "Sona-san, I think it's best that you tell him how you feel straight to his face. You're close, aren't you?"

"Close like siblings. Don't you remember that she went out of her way to ask my elder sister to become her elder sister as well? Honestly." She rubbed her shoulder. "I don't know what else to say to her. She's too hard a nut to crack, especially since she's too focused on his duties nowadays to even focus on anything else at the moment…"

"You'll get him eventually. You don't have to worry."

"I'm not sure what to do if I'm too late, though…"

Walking down the steps, Issei considered the rest of the day in her head for a while. He passed by a lot more women than boys at her school, which wasn't all too surprising since they were only just allowed to induct them to the school the year before. Even so, he was a little irritated at the moment.

Walking past a large group of people just outside the gates, his interest was piqued the moment she heard his name among all the names shouted here and there from the crowd. Pausing for a bit, she saw a girl being swooned on by girls and boys alike, and she could hear the usual. "'What's your name?', 'What school did you go to?', 'Your hair looks so pretty', and so on." Meekly she was also reassured that the perverted duo was still doing their usual, if the comments about her cup size were an indication.

From what she understood, this was the exchange student they were talking about from earlier in the day, the same one that turned out to be joining her class next thing in the morning. Why there were people still bugging her, she didn't quite understand, but people would be people, and none of it should concern her in anyway, anyway, so she let it be. Pulling up her bag a bit more, she prepared to walk home once again until she heard one of her classmates shout her name.

"Hey~" Kiryuu doing her usual shouted, "Issei-san! Come over, this girl knows you apparently!" Raising an eyebrow, she walked over there with a pretty neutral stride. "Issei, meet Yuuma Amano. She was gushing about you this entire time; I'll have you know." She gave her a predatory smile. "She must be a pretty big fan."

"Is that right…" Saying that, the other girl finally turned around to face him and he could finally see the new girl face to face. She seemed like a pretty attractive young woman, that was for certain.

Her hair seemed to go down to her waist at the least, she was cute, and she also had an air of moe that she couldn't pin down where exactly she's seen before. It's not like she was feeling particularly interested in another girl trying to pick him up in any case. There were too many variables to consider at this point.

Still, though, where exactly did she see her before? It seemed like she was far too familiar to be just any simple exchange student. His eyebrows pushed inwards as he thought more about it.

As he looked at them back and forth in confusion as he tried to read the situation, he didn't notice the black-haired exchange student shivering in excitement. Instantly, she jumped him and hugged him tightly, and he just barely kept himself stable to stand up. Flustered, he tried to keep herself standing even as her classmates and associates gaped at their surprisingly intimate interaction.

"Issei-kun, it's been so long!" The devious girl shouted publicly, making everyone around them stare while they tried to figure out what kind of relationship the two had. "I haven't seen you in forever!"

Issei tried to reconcile what exactly was going on, but feeling the feathers behind her made him allowed him to put two and two together to realize who exactly it was she was being hugged by. "You… How!? I haven't seen your butt in almost a decade!"

"Oh, but that's been so long, why are you so bothered about that now? I'm already here, right?" She set herself down to the floor, smiling all the while. Though others couldn't see it, Issei just knew that what she was wearing on her face hid the venom and anger of a thousand years. She had to consider how impressive that was; why, she kicked her ass the first time they met a decade ago, and now she hated him that much? That was really nice.

"Don't you mean I kicked her ass, Issei? You were still too weak willed to handle your powers at the time, you know, and it's not like I don't already know how to kick her and your ass respectively at the same time."

"You know, I don't remember you being touchy about the specifics, Nobu, but I'll let this slide. Once."

"W-What are you doing here, I'm serious I—" He paused herself after looking at the people currently recording with their various gadgets. And she could also swear that the duo took a few snapshots of what she was wearing underneath thanks to how much air time she had in his arms. Gritting his teeth, she sighed, and picked her up in a bridal carry.

"We'll talk about this somewhere else. There's… too many people here right now." Amano could only smile, even as the lightning between their eyes was interpreted as one borne of love. They walked to a more secluded portion of the academy, and he dropped her down.

Letting the girl fix herself, she finally asked. "What the hell are you doing here? Didn't you try to kill me 10 years ago?" Shaking his head, he almost shouted before keeping his cool and asking coolly. "Are you here to finish the job? You know I can—"

"Kill you right where you stand. Yes, I know of your reputation now, Issei Hyoudou." She snapped her fingers and suddenly the surroundings were covered in force field of sorts, presumably to keep their conversation to be snooped on in any way. She was also wearing a slightly different outfit this time around, though all that could be said was the black skirt that didn't cover her front and the braces around waist.

"I've also accounted for your associates, by the way, so you don't have to worry about them snooping in this conversation either." She smirked menacingly.

Eye twitching, he sighed, surrendering his overt suspicion for the meantime. "Alright, I'll let you be for now. What the hell do you want now?"

"Me, Mister Hyoudou? Oh, that's oh so very simple." She sashayed seductively into his chest, in which Issei tried his best swat her away to no avail. "I joined your school to do one, simple thing."

"On top of other ulterior motives?"

"Of course. But this one's the most important one according to the boss…" She put her opera gloved hands around his waist and her head on his chest.

"And that is…?" Issei didn't like the look that morphed from it, the way it changed at least. She smiled to him and whispered her answer near his ear.

"To. Love. You." Confused, Issei whipped his head down to look at her face to face – though it did hit her forehead by accident at the same time, he notes. He tried to vocalize his response to no avail, only coming up with a very meek "W-What!?"

"W-What?" He repeated with a pretty deep blush on his face all the while. She smiled still.

"You heard me. I came here to love you, Issei Hyoudou. I'm here to serve and protect, you of all people, for you are the apple of my eye. The most important person in the entire school. And at the end of the day, to be your lover." She smirked an even smirkier smirk. "Have I made that quite clear?"

"W-What are you s-saying you idiot, don't you understand what you're telling to other people!?" Gulping something hard down, he shook his head. "Do you understand what you're saying, I, you, you tried to kill me!"

"And?"

"You were older than me! By centuries if not thousands of years!"

"What does that change, exactly?"

"I don't even like you!" Still keeping that unamused stare, she kept her distance and returned to her Kuoh High School uniform. She smiled.

"I think you'll learn to love me as well. You should know, I'm a pretty passionate lover."

"What are you even talking about, I—" He was cut off immediately by a kiss on the lips, enough to leave him speechless for the next few. Moments after what seemed like forever, the illusion broke, showing that apparently for the last few minutes spectators have seen what seemed like a lover's spat between distanced childhood friends ended very romantically and hopefully.

The girls cheered and jeered after seeing the kiss, one side of the party disliking the fact that one of the princes of Kuoh was apparently taken now and the other now glad that they didn't have to worry about having to woo him anymore. The boys all cheered unanimously, however, now knowing that they didn't have to compete with the chad of the Basketball team. Congratulations were made, though even they understood what limits were best kept between all of them.

Aika Kiryuu adjusted her glasses and tried to keep a blush from rising, and the banchou president of the Kendo club tried to resist the urge to cry in defeat. From a distance, the Occult Research Club and the Student Council stared aimlessly at the illusion, though only Sona seemed particularly hurt from what happened. All the same, the once seemingly business-only and uninterested Prince of Kuoh Academy, title generally shared with Yuuto Kiba of the Occult Research Club, Issei Hyoudou kissed another girl after so long of not showing any particular feelings to the other sex.

They began to disperse even as Issei tried to dissuade the others from thinking that what they just saw was a fluke, - "Yeah right!" A certain Motohama and Matsuda shouted from their vantage point, though they were immediately ass kicked by some pretty vengeful female students from the Karate club, - to no avail. He waited it out until everyone left their private spot to leave the two alone, and glared at her.

"Well… This is your final decision. Break my heart and ruin your reputation, or…" She tried to hug him but was immediately swatted away to her dismay. "Accept me, and let me become the one and only to you."

Blinking, she had to ask. "Aren't Devil and Fallen Angel societies pretty polygamist, though?" She glared at him.

"Yes, and no. I don't want to go into deeper detail, but I'm sure you got the general idea, right?" She smiled still.

She took her own bag and began to walk away from Issei, leaving him be to wallow alone. "Take care of yourself, Issei-kun~! Ciao!" And so she left, and everyone else left as well.

He would try and call for her friends to come over and all, but he didn't really have that kind of luck at the moment. For one thing, Sona had a pretty severe look on her face that she didn't know how or when it came up. Dealing that would be problematic.

For another, she seemed mighty pissed at him on top of that. It meant that for the sake of her sanity it was ideal for her to stay away from her for the meantime in order to keep her and everyone else's sanities in check. She wondered what else was new.

All in all, her day went on as normal, with everyone gathering up to see the pretty interesting spectacles and Issei himself appearing to be some sort of godly chick magnet. Wonder what that was all about, huh. She took it in stride, and hoped that this wouldn't hurt or, improve her reputation any more than it should have, really.

She walked home and hoped that no one would really notice that something had changed. She plopped down on the chair, and sighed. Taking off the hat she put on after leaving the academy, she tried to sleep the rest of the day off. The male transformation wore off in an instant, and she shivered her way to sleep.

Issei Hyoudou sat down with Rias, Sona in a café just a little while away from the school. Sipping her cup, she sighed, thinking of the events that had happened just before. "You guys saw that, right?"

"Yes." Both girls replied, though Sona appeared to have cut in a little earlier than Rias had. Rias looked to Sona in curiosity before she continued their train of thought.

"I would have interrogated the girl myself, but she went out of her way to avoid me whenever she could, and I wasn't able to do much to research her current positions in town. So as much as I'd like to trail her… I'm afraid I can't. Sorry." She bowed her head in apology, to which Issei waved her off.

"Don't worry about it, you did your best. I'm pretty sure that whatever sort of motivations she has, she wouldn't go out of her way to attack me anymore, right?" They both nodded. "Right."

They looked at him for a while longer. Issei scratched his head in return. "Sorry, that's all I got. It's… weird to talk about, really. She can't just be working alone, her superiors might have ordered her to do this or something, I'm not sure."

"That sounds pretty likely, yes, but I'm not quite sure what kind of goal they have, letting one of their agents infiltrate Devil territory of all places. As a student of all things." Sona rolled her eyes.

"Actually, that seems like something Azazel-san would do, you know…" They looked at her momentarily, blinking. "Ah, that is to say, even he understands that there are some things people have to do to make things easier to each other, that is to say… Um." Coughing a little, she tells them to come closer to her for a bit.

"To tell the truth, guys, I haven't actually met with Azazel in a very long time. He did something pretty embarrassing to a party that my brother organized a few years back and um…" She fidgets a little. "He dropped the 'wrong' type of manga on my lap."

Silence. Issei tugged on the collar of his shirt for a moment and sighed, looking at his phone to see the time. "A-Ah, um. I see. That's unfortunate, Rias. I didn't need to know that."

She shook her head, smiling still. "Don't you worry, Issei. I've already forgiven him about that, he just hasn't changed his voicemail yet." She tugged on her collar. "It's awkward to talk about."

Raising a delicate eyebrow, Sona adjusted her frames when she considered something. "Haven't you gone out of your way to avoid him anyway, however?" Rias turned to face her and, still smiling, nodded once more. Her lenses fogged with a bright light briefly.

"I see."

"So now that that's done, we'll make it clear then. We'll confront her as a team, correct?" They all nodded.

"All right then! We can do this, right team?" They all cheered, and went their separate ways.

The next day they confronted her, asking her about her motivations while she sat down defenseless tied down to a chair. "Why are you really here?" Rias and Sona asked, bloody vengeance ready in their eyes.

While Issei would love to answer the ethical question of asking why they had to take her down while she left her classroom to go home, slip in a sedative then drag her into one of the secluded rooms in the old school building, that would be pretty pointless. It was fairly pointless to ask that, because as Devils, what were you expecting from them? That, she realized, was also a hypocritic statement, especially coming from her, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven.

She'd keep her statements to herself from here on out, it seemed.

"To love—" Whip crack, Raynare looks to the side for a moment. Continue, "To protect Issei Hyoudou. Azazel-sama confirmed to me that if I failed to succeed in this operation, my whole probation would be called off and I'll be stuck cleaning up his dirty apartment once again for the next decade or two."

That seemed… Surprisingly reasonable. Rias considered that, but it seemed something was missing at first. Though what was it now… "Wearing what exactly?"

Raising her eyebrows, she looks to the side, mildly embarrassed. "A-A… Skimpy Maid outfit. A-And some other cosplay he comes up with…" There it was, Issei thinks. That was the surprisingly tech-savvy and degenerative Fallen Angel that he knew that also gifted his old PlayStation 2 a few years back in Christmas Eve! Ah, yes…

'I'll beat you next time, Issei.' Issei Hyoudou heard her tenant speak, smirking after hearing her voice. "No, you won't," she spoke under her breath.

Eventually, they got the hint and finished their investigation, and released her on account of her actually apologizing to the younger girl for her attempted homicide those years back. "I am so sorry about trying to kill you, please forgive me; I am here to amend that, both our factions' relations and how much I may have traumatized you." She kneeled to the ground with both of her hands on the floor, almost in prayer. "Please forgive me."

Admittedly she was a bit half-assed about it, but they all agreed that it was getting late, and that there were much better times to hear her actually try. That said, they did try their best to drill those same lessons in, with the most important one being, uh, personally given by the normally stoic Student Council President.

Evidently the pressure to punish a rival had boiled over into, whatever she was doing at the moment. It took some convincing, but she managed to get around to it. To everyone else's great horror.

"LEARN HOW TO EXPOSIT FIRST BEFORE DOING THAT SORT OF DUMB SHIT, YOU IDIOT!" Shouted an extremely irate Student Council President as she furiously whipped the fallen angel in the ass, leaving behind very large slap marks on both of her butt cheeks. She whined and shouted, but didn't moan.

The moment she tried, her face met the floor and she couldn't breathe before she returned to the chair in the same position. Poor girl couldn't walk properly walk for weeks.

The people viewing the curious sight swore off any attempts to piss off the Student Council President anymore, leaning on the cautious side from then on. For that matter, her Childhood friend and president of the spooky ghosts club considered the sight to be rather out of character for her normally, but it made sense once push came to shove. Issei, on the other hand, could only gape.

Moments passed, and she stopped. They all left the school building immediately afterwards, all promising each other never to speak of it again.

…

Issei Hyoudou walked the street home once more, sighing to himself all the while. It's been past a few days already since seeing Sona's brand of corporal punishment, but he'd really rather not see anything that terrifying ever again. He honestly had enough pain that month as is.

That said… He felt a buzz on his pocket, making him pick up the phone inside. Opening it up, he reads it. It was from his mother, apparently.

"Issei, could you go to the supermarket to buy some groceries? I was going to get them, but right now I'm too busy at work and might have to come home late. Bye!"

Below that was the whole list, listing anywhere from a tray of eggs, chilis, green onions, and some TV dinners as well. There also included some Natto, probably for dad, and some new mittens since apparently mother dropped the pair she owned at first in the open fire. Fair enough, but he needed some money first, but thankfully there was a little note underneath that described in great detail that he could get as much money as he needed from underneath his father's drawer.

He closed his phone with a deep sigh, and increased his pace. A little after, he began to run, trying his best to avoid any oncoming traffic. Despite this, however, nothing could stop him from slamming face first with another person from a blind spot.

"Kyaa—" the woman shouted as she got hit, falling to the ground on a heap, her head bouncing twice. She nursed her head and hand while mewling quietly in pain. She wiped her head with her sleeve with a small sigh, her eyes widening after seeing the blood staining it.

Shaking her head, her eyes open slightly as she realized that someone else got hurt. Who she just bumped into, she didn't know but she was going to do her best to fix whatever injury they incurred after the collision. "Are you alright!? … Eh?" She looked them up and down, but it seemed like the stranger wasn't hurt at all, but she certainly was, if the blood dripping from one of the pointy parts in their hat was any indication.

Issei felt alright, definitely. There were much worse things for him to get hurt by at some point in his life, but he never got to them yet. The way he was made allowed him to be a whole lot tougher than the usual. The question was, what the hell was he going to do now that everyone else saw him crash into her? He was a pretty bad situation now, that was for sure, seeing the pretty big goose egg he gave to the poor girl. And the scratch he gave her on her forehead, ouch…

She looked really pitiful. She was just about keeling over, very dizzy and so on. He felt bad, really bad. If anything, he should be asking that to her instead. It was his fault after all.

He patted himself over a bit, and nodded. He stood up and lent her a hand, which she quickly takes. "I should be asking the same to you, really. I gave you pretty big fall. I'm so sorry about that." He gives her a big, big smile.

He could finally take her appearance in, he realized. Judging from the conservative black robe, the veil that fell to the side and the cross necklace she was wearing, she was probably a nun by occupation. Add all of that with her blonde hair, and she was pretty beautiful, if of the untouchable types thanks to her chosen work. Why she decided to become one at her age, he wasn't so sure, but whatever reason it was wasn't his business.

His thoughts go back to the old friend that left the country almost a decade ago, and he shakes his head. It'd be nice if it was so simple to just go back to remember old memories, but it wasn't. He'd rather not do anything about that at the moment.

The girl shook her head and still gave him a pained, if bigger smile than before. "No, no, don't worry. It's as much my fault as it is yours, you know." She bowed down, flinching slightly at her side, and returned to eye level with him. "D-Don't worry about it, I can walk the rest of the way."

"Is that so…" He breathes in, looking to the sides to make sure everyone else had already walked away from the scene. "Um, pardon me but are you a sister of the church? I can kind of tell from your attire and the veil you wore, so…"

Her eyes widen, and she nods happily, if stiffly. "Ah, yes, yes I am! I'm kind of new to the country, actually, so I'm new to Japan and Japanese culture as a whole. You know, staff restructuring, that kind of stuff. Hehe." She chuckles.

'Oh, so even the Church is going through its own problems then.' He thinks to himself, remembering back to all of the heretical sects that had popped up here and there and caused problems to the local population. Those were the only times he had to cross blades with any more Fallen Angels, though for the most part even they seemed to be separated from the Grigori organization as a whole. At the very least, they were loose cannons of some sort, but he wouldn't know until one of the big honchos spoke up about it.

"I'm actually more surprised to find a person so good at speaking English, you know. I may be from Italy, but I had to learn English pretty quickly so that I could get around talking to tourists and so on. I'm not very good at Japanese as a result, ahahaha…" The laughing turned bitter fairly quickly, though she returned to her positive outlook.

"Although," she tilted her head to the side with her face appearing a little confused. "How did you know that was the only other language I'd be good at?"

He rubbed the back of his head for a bit and looked to the side. "Well, I just had a hunch. Not many people look like you here, you know," 'Besides people like my senpai Rias, but even she had the excuse of looking, acting and even having the name of a pretty exotic European culture. "And knowing you're a foreigner and travelling here, I figured that'd be the best language you'd be good at speaking."

Smiling brightly, he offered her his hand. "Issei Hyoudou, student at Kuoh Academy. A pleasure to meet you." Nodding once, she takes it and shakes it.

"Asia Argento, soon-to-be sister of the Kuoh Cathedral. The same, and a pleasure to meet you." She cringes, and turns around.

"I beg your pardon, but I have to go now-" She gasped, clutching at her side, and feeling a little blood go down her face once again. "Oooh, that's going to hurt a lot… Don't worry, Issei-kun I can handle myse…"

She breathed in, looking at the hand holding hers with her eyelids wide open. Even he looked a bit surprised at the bold action, but he held onto his desire to do some good that day. Swallowing in some spit, he told her what he had in mind.

"Just go with me for a little bit. My house is only a few blocks away from here. I have some basic first aid training, and I have medicine to treat that there. You don't have to force yourself to go there." Still a little shocked, she nodded dumbly as she was taken from there to the kind stranger's home. They made sure to let her lean on him a little longer as she was physically

Issei made sure to pick up both her veil and the things he was holding onto before he fell onto her. Using his keys to open up the door, he welcomed her inside, leading her to sit on the dinner table. "Just wait for me a bit, I'll go get the medicine." He bowed, and went to find the emergency kit.

Asia Argento could only awkwardly wait for Issei to come back with the treatments he promised, going straight to the kitchen counters to get it. She leaned on one side, holding onto her head with a sigh. She honestly didn't want to stay at his home for any longer than she needed to, but leaving now would be rudely denying his hospitality. She would deal with it when it came, however. It was honestly a good thing that he stepped in to help either way…

Issei scrounged through their medical equipment, and took what he needed. Along with all of that, he took a long piece of cloth and a small tub of water, picking up some ice from the freezer during that. He sighed, and went back to the waiting girl.

He wiped away the blood still pouring out slightly, and pushed it in with a clean cloth to make sure it stopped bleeding. Satisfied, he picked up a Q-Tip and went to work with cleaning it up for the bandage.

Taking the cotton bud, he dipped it in the bottle of Povidone-iodine and told her to stay still for a moment. Afterwards, he rubbed the open wound on the left side of her forehead where the open wound was with the medicine. He reeled a little bit when he saw her flinch at the sting, but continued on with it regardless. After that was done, he ripped a ball of cotton and pressed against her forehead, cutting a small piece of surgical tape to put on top. He repeated the action to the one on her chin.

He took a small plastic bag with ice and a piece of cloth together, and told her to hold it against the right side of her head. He also told her to raise the foot she was sprained in, and he went to work massaging it to lessen the strain. The rest of the injuries were treated fairly quickly. A few wraps around her left hand to keep from infection, and that was it, really.

Asia watched as the boy she bumped into by accident treated her so calmly and carefully despite only meeting her a few minutes ago. Having faced nothing but contempt for a while now, it was a pretty strange situation to be in, having someone wholeheartedly help her. Even knowing that he hurt her so badly was another thing that he wanted to make amends with, so she was stumped.

Simply put, she didn't know what to think or what to do from here. All she could do was but wait and see how it would go. It was all she could do for the moment.

"It's the best I could I do without any professional equipment, so I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you all the way. I'm still very sorry about that, I usually try my best to avoid slamming into someone else, but... A-Ah." He blinked as the blonde-haired girl shook her head from left to right, humming a cute little tune.

She stood up and clasped both hands together below her stomach, though she was still breathing a little quickly. "No, no, Issei-kun. You did all you were able to do. Thank you. Really." Though she leaned on the side still, she felt much better now that Issei did all of this for her.

The sides of Issei's mouth raised a little until he realized she might be too vulnerable to just leave outside and fend for herself at the moment. Putting a hand to his chin, Issei thought it best that he accompanied her to the church on his own. But he had to ask the question of how considering he still had to buy the groceries within the next 3 hours before the shops closed.

He blinked, and chuckled lowly. Snapping a finger, he looked to the cabinet where he left his phone. He pointed at it to let Asia know what he was about to do, who nodded.

Issei walked over to take his phone and dialed Rias's number, hoping she would at least listen to him for even a little bit. He put his phone next to his ear, looking to the side as Asia slowly ate the dinner he offered to her. He waited for the call to be received, and smiled.

His feet tapped on the floor as he asked his question. "Rias, can I ask for a small favor? It's something pretty important."

"Of course, I can, Issei-kun. You're a close friend, after all." She smiled from the other side after hearing his breath of relief. "Why did you ask?"

"Can you send in a car to pick me up in my house? I have to drop someone off at the church before I go to the supermarket to pick up some stuff. I kind of hurt her real bad earlier and I'd feel bad if I just left her out alone this late in the day so… Hehe." He swallowed in something hard. "So, basically that's what's happening."

Rias opened her mouth to try and respond but closed it just afterwards, unable to vocalize a concise response. Not quite sure what could possibly be going on but trusting Issei's judgement, she relented. "I think that should be fine, Issei… but you know I'll have to accompany you, right? We're talking about a church associate, after all."

"Great! I'll be waiting for you just outside my house. Asia," He turned to look back at Asia, who perked at her mention. "I can get you back to the church within the next hour. Is that alright with you?"

She nodded, smiling very brightly. "Yes it is. Thank you so much for this, Issei-san, I'm not really sure how else I would have gone home…" Her tone drifted lowly and she looked down morose. Issei noticed, but did not know how to interpret it.

"Thanks a lot, Rias-senpai. I can't thank you enough for this." He ended the connection just after, putting the phone on the tabletop. He gave a thumbs up to the girl next to him, who nodded.

"Wait, Issei I…! Hmph." Rias turned off her phone and set it down. She sighed deeply. She looked to her companion, giving her a concerned look. "I trust her judgements most of the time, but this… Isn't this just strange, Akeno?"

The girl in question chuckled, and responded. "Chief, you only need to give him a chance. He's only doing the right thing, isn't he?" She tilted her head to the side after hearing her sigh.

"Akeno." Her tone was rigid, hard. Akeno Himejima considered that the point where she would start being more serious.

"Yes, Rias-sama?"

"That church had been abandoned for years… And no one has ever entered the Church for clerical purposes in years…" She looked to her closest subordinate with more concern.

Realization struck. Akeno realized that didn't bode well, did it? "Ah, I see the problem now. Well, we could only wait and see

Rias sighed, and stood up. "Akeno, I want you to watch over the apartment while I'm away. Is that alright with you?" She put on her jacket and set out. While she called in a driver, she waited outside patiently.

…

"You sure you can walk yourself to the hospital tomorrow after this? You know how much that's going to hurt soon, right?" She nods. "Are you sure? You know I could always take you there if you want."

"Don't worry, Issei-san. I think I can handle myself from here." She bows, "You've done enough for me today as is. I can't repay you enough." And so, she walked up the steps, doing her best to avoid tripping over.

"Alright." He looks to his side. "Take care of yourself, promise me!" He waves her goodbye and turns back to face the car. He puts his hand on the door handle, pausing when he hears Rias cough into her fist.

"You know Issei…" Rias began. He turned around to face her, raising an eyebrow. "The Cathedral hasn't been inhabited in years. The former priest died due to an assassination, and it hasn't been used ever since. Last I checked," she looked at him straight in the eyes.

"It's been inhabited by only Fallen Angels and fake priests. I don't think she's a real nun, Issei, not anymore at least." He could only open his mouth agape, not sure how to process that at all.

"If you're still so certain to make sure she stays alive… If you still want to protect her throughout all of this, I don't think we can get involved with it for any longer than we have to. We can't, and shouldn't." She looked down. "I understand how much you care for her despite meeting her for such a short time. I kind of get it, you feel indebted to her, and you want to make up for hurting her."

"Just please." She looked back at him. "Take care of yourself, alright? You know how much Sona-san depends on you."

Still shocked, Issei looked down at his left hand, feeling the pressure building inside. Closing his eyes, he clenched his fist and nodded. "Of course I can. You know how strong I am already, right?" He gave her a wide grin. "I can do whatever it takes to protect the people I love. You can count on that."

"Good. That's all I needed to know." Rias sighed, figuring that his chronic inability to not be a hero goes above and beyond, apparently. That's part of what made her such an intriguing person, however.

And even if she didn't, she wouldn't care any less. That was made them such close friends, after all. They went inside the car, ordering the driver to drive to the supermarket before they left. Issei huddled at the back while Rias sat in the front.

"Rias-san," Issei began, waiting for Rias to turn back to look at him. "Can you ask the driver to swap radio stations? My favorite usually airs Man with a Mission at this hour."

Blinking, she sighs, telling the driver to do so. Knowing that he wasn't influenced in anyway was pretty basic now that she knows that he'd still be listening to his favorites now. The rest of the night went normally, and Issei managed to get the groceries on time.

If you couldn't tell by now, the end goal would also be a harem, though one that Issei didn't go out of his way to make this time. Also, she's just a little humbler, and more reserved, but much of the same heroic spirit (heh) and drive still exists. And the libido. But as you'd imagine, she tries to avoid doing it often considering the presence of a certain you-know-who inside of her head.

If I had no standards, I'd make smut about that scenario since I, uh, think it's actually kind of hot. But I won't, this is a Christian Minecraft server so no penetration happening here. I'd get banned from this website I tried, so yeah. If you find any errors, just point them out and I'll try my best to fix them on time.

Lastly, I'll try my best to integrate what happened during the timeskip through bits and pieces that you should be able to pick up over time. I did end up cancelling several pre-canon chapters since that would have spread the eventual transition too thin and spread out, after all. Was a pretty hard decision, part of the reason I took so long to come up with this chapter.

Like Prisma Emerald. He was going to be important, I had plans for it, involving Asia, but... Yeah. Still not sure about going through with it, you only saw it once after all and on an Omake of all things.

Issei Hyoudou sized up the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven transformation with a barely visible smirk. She made it barely visible on purpose, as the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven did not show her desires so easily, and honestly, why would she? In any case, it was something she had to make the most out of as far as gifts go, so of course she'd the make the most out of it. By using it to show off her barely restrained, chuuni-level desires.

Coughing into her mouth, she willed into existence some flames around her shoulders and grinned wildly. Putting her left hand to her face, she shouted. "I shall reign in this transient world as a Demon King! Come, serve me and I shall give you a life of pleasure and glory!" In her own honest opinion, she did the job pretty well. Smiling wildly, she decided to have even more fun with it.

Giggling wildly, she looks to the posters on the wall and had an idea. She put her hand on the grip of the blade and smirked. Imagining an enemy in front of her, she continued. "My sword is not easily drawn, but when it does…" She had a severe look in her face. "It sees blood." She cackled madly.

Returning to the center of the room, she stopped. She put her hand on her chin once more and thought of manifesting as many guns as her room could handle. Putting a pillow on the center of the room, she continued her private monologues, by stealing someone else's.

"I am the bone of my sword," she started off, thinking to ape the more popular Archer in the franchise's chant since she honestly couldn't think of anything else. "Steel is my body, and fire is my blood…"

"I have no regrets. This is the only path." A serious look crossed her face. "My whole life was Unlimited Blade Works!" She ended it all with the guns falling one by one into the pillow as they disintegrated instantly. She looked very satisfied with her achievement.

"Isn't that the Red Bowman's schtick?" Oda Nobunaga questioned, floating around Issei's head like a guardian spirit. "It's not good to steal intellectual rights so easily like that, you know. Servants usually get really touchy about that." She shook her head, smiling incredulously even as Issei continued to change her perspective of her older, more bombastic form with the dynamite body.

"Doesn't he steal everyone else's, though? It's not like he knows what we're doing here, you know." Oda Nobunaga shrugged, figuring that she may as well let the fact that her mother was about to barge in a secret for a little while longer. Just to see what happened next. While that happened, Issei continued her private chuuni exploration with glee.

Nobu's prediction was true, however. Two knocks on the door and it opened, revealing the mother. Issei's mother peaked through the door, irritation on her face. "Issei, it's late at night, why are you…" The matriarch began, pausing after seeing her daughter size up her gifted body wearing one of the most provocative and sultry outfits she had ever seen in her life. That it seemed to be modeled after dominatrices did not help things at all, even if she stepped back and considered how Sentai-villain-like it was.

Issei continued to do her thing, and did so for another few moments. Evidently, she didn't notice even as Nobu tried to hide a barely repressed giggle. She shouted to herself, continuing on with her tomfoolery.

"Master, forgive me." Both of her blades appeared on her hands in an instant, creating a cross shape in the center of her breastplate. "But I'm afraid I'll have to go all out!" She did some half-hearted fighting moves and sounds, doing a kata or two she came up with on the spot instead of the ones drilled into her thanks to Nobunaga's experience. Just after dematerializing them both, she chuckled. After the chuckle, she went into a full-on fit of uncontrollable laughter, unable to hold in anymore of her emotions.

"Pfft… Hahahahaha…!" Issei laughed loudly, and sighed. Shaking her head, she turned around to find her mother look at her with a blank expression. They considered each other's existence.

Her face returned to neutrality, and stared back. A little while after, she returned to her primary form and swapped to her pajamas. She returned to her bed with a face as unreadable as before, and nodded to her mother.

She left the room just after, and Issei put the blanket on top of her as much as humanly possible in order to hide her pain. On the side she had to listen to Nobu's uncontrolled laughter at her expense.

Now that this is done, I'll just let you know my classes start in the 17th. Yay, I'm almost a college student… Well, I'll live with it when it happens. Can't even typeset properly anymore smh.