Sorry readers, but sometimes you get writer's block… and at least for me the best way to get rid of it is to give a try at writing something else.

I admit not getting far in DxD, neither the animes nor the light novels, yet. Most of my knowledge comes from other fanfics and the wiki, which means they are not 100% trustworthy… but I really wanted to write this crossover someday.

And specially after reading L33t Horo's Shin megami tensei DxD. I did not agree with some of the plot developments, and that plus the base crossover method kept going on in my head, so I asked if I could write my own version of the crossover inspired in that one. L33t Horo agreed.
And then suddenly I found myself making more interactions between the characters and went in a completely different direction.

Spoiler Alert: In SMT4:A was revealed that the Lucifer in SMT4 was actually part of Satan. I'll keep quiet as to why, but this knowledge is important to the crossover… due to the main crossover facilitator in this story being the Lucifer from the other SMTs, where in 2 was clearly established as not only separate but rival to Satan.

IIIII

Hyoudou Issei is a pervert. That is impossible to deny, and if asked the boy will actually confirm proudly.

But he considers himself a nice kind of pervert. He would never force himself on a girl. He considers them a work of art, to be appreciated. Maybe some, with permission, can be savored, but that only makes them even more special, and he would never really sully them like that without permission.

But he had preferences. As much as he deigned all kinds of women beautiful in their own way, even the flat-chested lolis, it was in the oppais that his heart rested.

Which was why it was really weird for him when, despite the girls his age with big breasts nearby, what caught his attention was a girl a couple years older than him with no visible breasts.

Of course, her platinum blonde hair and silvery blue and red eyes made her seem really exotic, and the silver goat hair ornament contrasted with the purity of her baby-blue summer dress. Her face was so perfect it was unnatural.

But Issei could feel it was something more than her beauty that was attracting him to her. He was so sure he could almost swear that even if she had the oppais of his school's diva, Rias Gremory, he would be looking into her eyes.

She was looking around, as if searching for something… and then her eyes found his.

He could not move as she approached. It was not as if he was paralyzed by her beauty, although he admitted that for anyone else with those looks it would be perfectly possible. No, what paralyzed him was that he felt like prey being stared by a predator it could not escape. Her every move, despite sensual, exuded power.

"Excuse me," she asked as she approached him. "I'm having a bit of trouble, could you listen to me for a bit? Just listening is enough, you don't need to help me if you don't want."

"Uhm, sure," Issei said, pointing to a bench nearby. Accepting the invitation, the blonde sat down regally. Issei followed, feeling a bit inappropriate.

"You see, I have a sister… who is a bit obsessed with rules. Now, I don't have a problem with that, I believe in freedom, and that includes the freedom to follow the rules if you want. My family considers me a bit of a rebel, because I don't follow my father's words as law like her, but he is such a control freak… ungh, nevermind, I'm ranting."

Issei shrugged. He didn't mind, he couldn't understand the sibling problem but he could annoying parents a bit. His were always complaining he would never give them grandchildren…

"My sister is a bit of a daddy's girl, if you didn't notice. The only times she goes against our father is when she things it would be what father would want her to do if he wasn't him. Now, she wants to do something good for the control freak, but what she planned goes against what he told her to do… so what does she do? She makes up a second personality, so all the guilt goes to it, and to make thinks worse she gives it my name. And to make things worse we used to be so close people still mistake us for the other."

"That sounds annoying," Issei agreed. "But how would I help you?"

"Oh, that's simple. I think someone else confronting her would be able to snap her out of it… or at least enough she'd be convinced to use another name. The thing is, it can't be me or my friends, she wouldn't listen. Needs to be someone she doesn't know."

Issei nodded. "But why me?"

The girl shrugged. "You seemed to be a good enough person to help me, but not good enough not to do things your own way. Not an ass, but not a goody two-shoes either."

Issei shrugged. Made sense.

"I'd love to help, but I need to be home in ten minutes or my parents are going to complain…"

"Don't worry, I promise that they won't even notice you stopped to help me," the girl said.

Issei sighed, but couldn't say no. Not that he wanted, but he was really worried about worrying his parents – he already heard enough complaints.

He nodded, and looked in her eyes to answer.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he found himself floating above the clouds…

IIIII

Flynn closed his mouth. Well, Issei did. Or Flynn. It had been so many years he barely remembered his original name—

He looked around. Man, did Tokyo look different…

"Did you have fun saving the world, Hyoudou-san?" said a voice by his side. A voice he did not hear in a while, and for a bit even thought it had been his imagination.

Issei looked at the blonde sitting beside him.

Then at the white gauntlet in his arm.

He sighed.

"I forgot to ask your name," he asked, trying to ignore the fact that for him it had been much more than seconds since they last met.

"Louisa Ferre," she said, her voice clearly holding back laughter.

Issei thought for a bit.

"Uh. I admit, even with your warning your sister got me fooled… so both of them were Merkabath?"

"More like she was both me and Merkabath. Her real self is closer to the later though, as much as people think of her as the former."

Issei nodded. Someone people mistook for the woman sitting at his side… "…Satan?"

"That's her," Louisa agreed.

Issei sighed. "So… does that mean you are actually a neutral force?"

"Oh no, I am very much the leader of the opposite of my father's forces. While he pledges despotism, I pledge anarchy, in the visions of Kant. He pledges law as absolute and unbendable, I pledge law as something that is nice to have so we don't have to be savages, but anyone can break if they want – as long as they are aware nothing is going to protect them from repercussions either. I believe myself to be the representation of the oxymoron 'organized chaos'… which explain how I can be the leader of the self-proclaimed forces of Chaos in the Expanse. Because seriously, law is a bore, but without at least some organization nothing could ever be done."

Issei nodded. "Speaking of the Expanse…"

"Your world is completely separated from the one I sent your soul to," Louisa said. "You were basically sharing the body of that world's version of you, aiding him in his journey. I believe the experience you gained from him to be enough compensation on his part. As for on my one…" she pointed to the silver gauntlet on Issei's arm. "As far as you both are aware, the Burroughs in yours is both a copy of all the data and memories of that one and yet linked to this world's… version… of her."

Issei nodded. Burrough's origins were a big surprise for him, he was glad this was both his old friend and the original one.

"Well, I'll be leaving now. Thank you for your assistance." Louisa made to stand up, but then snapped her fingers. "Oh right, almost forgot. While occultism knowledge is the same in this world, it is still self-contained. Instead of a link to the Expanse they have their own demi-planes for the local angels and devils, which are on their own very different from the Expanse's version of them… as are their leaders. So for now keep an open mind, and you may even gain some allies for the future."

Issei frowned. "That sounds a lot like I'll need those allies for when someone opens a passage to there in the future…"

"You might very well think that, I couldn't possibly comment," Louisa answered, standing up and walking away. "Uncertainty is a consequence of Freedom. It may be a blessing sometimes, others a curse, but one thing it is not is monotonous." She stopped and looked back. "Anything else?"

Issei thought a bit. "I just wanted to say that I am a breasts man through and through, but even I must admit your current form's ass is awesome."

Louisa just smiled as she started walking again. "I agree, it is absolutely sinful."

She then disappeared among the crowd.

And then Issei frowned. If the world on its own had no link to the Expanse… how did the Expanse's Lucifer get here? And why? He was sure there would be many alternate Flynns to choose from, why him?

He sighed… and to think the last time he was on today all he wanted was to oogle oppais and buy porn…

IIIII

Matsuda and Motohana were worried for Issei.

It has been a couple of weeks since he… changed. Oh sure, he still loved breasts, but he was much more… subdued.

Case in point, when they tried convincing him to go peep in the Female Kendo Team's changing rooms, he agreed… then decided to keep guard instead of peeping.

And, as shown by loud stomps and the furious kendoists glaring at them, not even making a good job of that even.

"Issei!" the two screamed, hugging each other in their fear.

Issei lifted his eyes from his book, looked at the furious kendoists, then at the two perverts.

"Hey guys, the Kendo girls are here to talk to you."

"You were supposed to warn us before they arrived!"

"Oh. Sorry."

The two hugging guys let go of each other, approaching their firend worriedly.

"Ise, are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, first you don't join us to watch girls changing, then when we finally get you to come with us you only stand guard—"

"Poorly."

"And now you're not even scared of what the girls will do to us for peeping."

"…But I didn't peep?" Issei reminded them, confused.

"Do you think they'll believe you?"

"Actually," Katase, one of the girls in the club, interrupted, "since you guys usually push him on our path to escape, I at least can believe it with you two saying it. Really weird though."

"Isn't it?" Motohana agreed.

"Please help us bring him back to normal!" said Matsuda.

"Hell no!" interrupted the girl. "I welcome this change with open arms! The less perverts in the school the better for us."

"Oi!" Issei interrupted back, insulted. "Just because I don't peep anymore does not make me any less worth of the title of pervert!"

"Yes it does!" yelled the other two parts of the Perverted Trio back.

"Ignore them," said Murayama, another member of the Kendo club. "I don't know about any other perversions you may be doing, but at least I am glad you are stopping this one."

"…is NTR one of them?"

"Katase!"

"Only the Netori, where we identify with the one doing the stealing. Netorare is out of the picture for me."

"TMI! TMI!" Murayama started chanting.

"At least we know he is still a pervert," whispered one girl.

"But Katase too, uh?" said another, making the mentioned girl blush.

"Ok, ok. …oh by the way, is there any way I can join the Kendo Club?"

Everyone took a step away from him.

Save for Katase. Making everyone take a step away from both.

"…In a completely different note. I promise."

"…well, ahem, as long as you promise not to do anything perverted we could give you a week of evaluation to see if you got any potential... But be warned, if we even suspect you are not taking things seriously and just there to ogle us…"

"I swear I wasn't thinking of it until now," Issei replied.

"Are you sure it is a good idea?" another member asked Murayama.

"Well, either he is being honest and we get a potential member or he isn't and we beat him up like always. And if he is being honest we will be able to keep an eye on him and away from slipping back on old habits. We got nothing really to lose."

That was answered with grumbling agreement from the other girls.

IIIII

Issei removed the gauntled on his left hand so he could wear the lent Bogu properly.

"Hey, what is this?" asked Katase, chosen as spokesperson of the Kendo team since Murayama was wearing her own armor set. "…hey, don't tell me your changes are because you got chunibyo or something like that…"

"It would explain a lot… but no, this Gauntlet is something I got from helping a friend. The screen works like a phone's, but it is much more powerful than any phone I ever got. It has some apps Stephen developed, even something like an AI that wouldn't work in anything else."

"An AI?" she asked, disbelieving a little.

Issei grinned, and turned to the gauntlet. "Burroughs," he called.

"Yes, Master?" the gauntlet answered in a feminine voice, drawing the attention of everyone there.

"Please send a text message to my parents telling them I'm gonna be late because I'm trying to join the kendo club."

"At once, Master."

"Cool, any idea when they will go on sale?"

"Last I heard they are not going to be available to public too soon."

"Then how did you get one?" Murayama asked, ready to begin.

"I already said, I helped someone that was able to get them. She gave me this one as thanks."

The kendoist huffed, but decided it was better to get to action than waste time. She got into position.

Issei soon copied hers, and they began the lessons.

It was soon clear, as much as they disliked thinking so, that Issei had a lot of potential, even if he held no formal knowledge.

And so Issei became one of the few male kendoists of the school.

IIIII

A couple months had passed since Issei's meeting with Louisa Ferre and what felt like years sharing his soul with Flynn but that for the world were mere seconds. He was not at the same level as he was with Flynn, far from it, but he spent some time exercising and training kendo. And watching the girls while they did so with him, but since he wasn't peeping, just admiring them, they felt it was progress enough they couldn't complain much.

He also stopped buying so much porn, buying books about occultism instead. His parents didn't really know if it was better or worse.

Unfortunately his friendship with his older male friends suffered a bit. If not ogling girls or talking about porn, he did not have much to talk about with them… but again, the other two were clearly jealous of him spending time with willing females so even when they did those things they were not very good company anyways.

He still treasured their friendship though. As much as they were annoying, they were his friends when he had no other ones after all.

His popularity rose. Not to the point of getting a girlfriend, but to the point the girls in the school stopped acting disgusted by his mere presence. So really, it just became neutral…

Which was why it was so surprising that, as he was leaving school after kendo practice, his path was blocked by a cute girl in the uniform of a different school.

"You are Hyoudou Issei-kun from Kuou Academy, aren't you?" the girl asked nervously.

She had a pretty cute body, with well-sized breasts. Also long, raven black hair and ametist-colored eyes.

"Yeah, that's my name miss. Do you need my help with something?"

She took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage.

"Hyoudou-kun, are you going out with someone?"

"No… wait," Issei answered, his eyes widening.

"That's great!" the girl said. "Then… would you go out with me?"

The girl explained to the surprised Issei how she started liking him as she saw him walking on his way to school.

Then she stood there, looking at him nervously as he just looked at her.

"Oh," Issei said suddenly, noticing nervous tears starting to appear in her eyes. "S-sorry, you're just so cute I kind of zoned out."

"W-what? Uhm…" The girl just blushed, avoiding his eyes.

"I'd love to, miss…?"

"Amano Yuuna, Hyoudou-kun."

He nodded, and they talked about the time of their date.

IIIII

"Help! I got a date and I have no idea what to do!"

The whole Kendo team blinked at that.

"Why don't you ask a male friend?"

"I only got two male friends for years. And I doubt they would give me any good advice."

All the girls nodded. Asking for them for dating tips would probably be relationship suicide instead of building.

"Ok, first things first, you've got to not ogle her breasts!" said Murayama, seriously.

She then noticed the face of horror on his… male friend's? face.

"Or at least you can't let her see you doing so. Pay more attention to her face!"

"No, wait!" interrupted Katase, "She'd think she is undesirable, especially if she ever heard of how he used to be."

"Oh, right. Well, try to avoid ogling her breasts, but do so from time to time… but make it seem so you are trying and failing to stop yourself and to hide it."

"I see! Like this?" Issei then promptly started staring at Murayama's breasts.

"You are pretending to neither!"

"It was a critical failure both times. I'll hopefully do better next time."

"Well, stop ogling me now then!"

"I'm sticking with the consequences of my failures."

TWACK!

"How is this for sticking with the consequences of your failures, you pervert?" she asked angrily.

"…nostalgic, actually."

"And?"

"…your oppai are still dreamy."

Murayama was going for a second attack, blushing fiercely, when Katase interrupted her.

"Let's just go for the next step."

"Right," Murayama said, taking deep breaths to calm down. "Compliments are good, but avoid mentioning her… assets until you are going steady and she is comfortable with it, and specially avoid doing it in public.
In fact, make it so for every woman you ever meet."

"But how would you girls know how awesome your breasts are without being told?"

Her eye twitched. "While we do like knowing we look good, we'd like more if you knew us enough to like us for more than just that."

"So, if I was talking about you and Katase, I'd focus also on your sword skills and dedication, and in Katase's case our similar but in her case hidden perversions?"

"Eep!"

"N-no! The rest is fine, but you don't talk about personal things like their breasts and sexual preferences before you are intimate enough!"

"Hmm… I don't know her enough yet to do anything like that though… Would you mind giving an example?"

"Uh? Well, no I don't mind, but…"

"Ok. My date is this Sunday, so what about you on next Saturday? And Katase next Sunday?"

"W-what?"

Both girls' eyes widened at that.

Everyone else in the club was whispering. "Did he just…"

"Well, since it would be my first date with each of you, we could do it all three together if you'd like. I'd certainly not complain going out with two beautiful girls at once, but I'm not sure if I'd be able to pay you both the deserved attention if we did so."

"But… but… but…"

"Didn't you just say we shouldn't talk about these things until we were closer?"

The two girls mouths opened like gaping fish.

"Well, if you don't mind, could we go on? I mean, it is in your best interests now that I know how to give my dates a good time."

Two other club members started dragging the confused girls away. "I think it is best if you let them rest for a bit.

Issei shrugged. "We have the whole next week to schedule the dates, no worries."

The two girls' eyes twitched.

"Er… I'll try to take over from here," said a fifth club member. "Try to plan for something you can do together, either together or against each other. Have somewhere to eat planned too, nothing fancy yet but good enough you can have a comfortable talk while eating."

Issei nodded. Those were all things he was already planning to do, but it was good to have confirmation he was on the right track.

"And finally, don't try to rush things. This is for you two to talk and know each other better, don't touch her inappropriately and don't think you are entitled to even a kiss either. Feel lucky if she kisses you, many wouldn't do it in the first date no matter how good it was."

"And what if she tries to rush things?"

"Then I'd wonder about her real feelings. Either it is doubtful she is emotionally invested, or she is too invested.
Anyways, I think we covered the most important things."

"Thank you," Issei said, bowing to the helping girls.

He then left the club relieved, ignoring the twitching and still stunned top kendoists.

He wasn't really planning to ask them out, but he couldn't pass the chance. And he definitely was not complaining.

So distracted with his plans and happy thoughts, he did not notice a younger, white-haired student watching him.

IIIII

"I guess I was kind of stupid coming so early…" Issei said to himself.

"Don't worry about it Master, it is just polite," answered Burroughs.

"I guess… I'm still nervous though…"

"Understandable. Even if you did not seem very nervous when you asked those two out."

"Well, I didn't really thing they would agree, you know… I mean, they hated me not too long ago."

"Yes, but you matured a lot for them in this time."

"I guess."

"Please help us!" a smiling girl in a cosplay-like dress said, giving him a leaflet.

"I will grant your wish… and a magic circle… She said they were different here, so is magic different too? Burroughs, could you please analyze for me and compare?"

"At once Master. I cannot guarantee due to lack of data, but it seems to me it summons a being of a specified group depending on your need. It seems to be benign to you, being activated by will or just necessity, but if so it makes me wonder why they would feel the need to give you this without your knowledge or any explanation."

"I see. Can you identify them if we ever meet?"

"I'm sorry Master, but not with my currently knowledge."

"That's ok. If they really are on my side they'll probably say so sooner or later."

Howeer, their talk was interrupted by a happy voice.

"Issei-kun!" Amano Yuuma said, "I'm sorry, did you wait long?"

"Don't worry, I was the one early. You are right on time.

wait…"

Issei visibly deflated.

"What's wrong?" Yuuma asked, a bit worried.

"Oh. It's just that I always wanted to say that I had just arrived when that happened, but your cute face when worried distracted me."

"Hehe, thank you… I must say, you are not what I expected, Issei-kun. Not that it is a bad thing, just… different."

"Yeah, something happened a couple months ago. Put my life in perspective for me."

"Oh?"

Issei scratched the back of his head nervously. "I helped someone in trouble... A friend that lives in Tokyo. Well, now she is a friend, at the time we had never met."

"Ooh, she? Should I be worried about some competition?"

"Nah. I think we went through too much together, I doubt she'd ever look at me like anything but a brother."

Yuuma shook her head. "I wouldn't count on it for just that reason. But since I'm the one getting you instead of her, I won't complain."

She promptly grabbed his arm, pulling it to her bosom.

Issei's eyes widened and went right to said bosom. A small tightening of the hold made him look up a bit to her face, and seeing she was smiling a bit smugly he resisted the urge to go back and looked forward like he had been advised to. 'Pretend you are pretending not to have ogled. Pretend you are pretending not to have ogle.'

"S-so… This is kinda my first date, so sorry if I do anything wrong… I was thinking about starting going to an arcade nearby, what do you think?"

"Sounds good for me. I don't remember the last time I went to one."

"Oh, cool. I was afraid I may have seemed a bit childish, but I don't know you enough yet to make any plans… I mean, I know you're beautiful, and really cute when nervous, but that's it for now."

"It is a bit," she agreed. "But I guess acting a bit childish now and then must be fun."

They started walking.

"So, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?"

"Uhm, why don't you start, Issei-kun? You seem so different from what I thought…"

Issei shrugged… which made his arm move up and down a bit against the soft surfaces they were being held to. His eyes were quickly drawn to them.

Yuuma giggled, making Issei quickly look at her face and then forwards again.

"Comfortable?" she asked, before resting her head against his shoulder as they walked.

"You won't ever hear me complain in this position," he smirked. "But that said, before meeting my friend in Tokyo I was a bit… obsessed with…"

"That fits with what I heard, actually," Yuuma said. "I even wore a blouse supposed to draw attention to mine, but you didn't even seem to care," she pouted.

"Oh I care, trust me. Let's just say that I just got a lot of willpower in constant use right now. …of course, the fact your beautiful face is on the way helps resist the temptation."

She giggled. "And what if I want to tempt you? Not even going to try to figure out how far I'm going to let you go?"

"Nope. The more you try to tempt me the more reason to resist, so I can enjoy both your body and your company even more as you try to break me down. Sacrifices must be made for the long game, I guess."

"So your plan is to tempt me back by making me try to tempt you more and more, all the while enjoying my temptations but trying your best to hide how much you are enjoying so I keep trying to tempt you more and more?"

"Yup!"

"Devious!" Yuuma says in an amazed voice. "And it might just work too!"

Issei laughed, which made Yuuma laugh back.

IIIII

There were two words to describe Yuuma's personality when her blood got boiling in the arcade: competitive and prideful.

…which, thinking back on their conversation on the way there, meant that it did might work.

He couldn't resist a chuckle.

Which, considering Yuuma just lost a challenge of a fighting game, got him a glare.

"Sorry, sorry. I was just thinking that this competitive side of yours is cute too."

"O-oh, sorry. I'm… not really good at many things, so when I find something I am good at I kinda go too far sometimes. And I kinda don't like losing."

"Thus you trying to tempt me to focus on your beautiful… arm-huggers."

She giggled.

…screw the advice to avoid mentioning them, sometimes it was time to improvise.

"I must say, they are beautiful, and you do well to be proud of them… but so is the rest of you, both your body, specially them and your beautiful cute face, and the small I was able to see of your beautiful personality when not trying to just impress me.
So, why don't you show me more of the real Yuuma and let me know more of this prideful woman I know you are but not enough yet for my tastes? Through a snack, maybe?"

Yuuma blushed, but a much more confident smile appeared on her face. "Sure, let's go."

IIIII

"I kinda have a crush on my boss, well, my top boss, I'm kinda too low-rank for him to be my direct boss," Yuuma confessed, as she took a bite of her ice cream. "I mean, he is a scientist, one of the top ones, which shows his smarts, and… a bit of a man-whore, which shows his good looks since he usually hides who he is when picking up women. Yet whenever I meet him, someone that is basically the same in our workplace's chain of command as a fast-food worker, he treats me as if I was as important and beautiful as the high-ranked girls…"

"Sounds like someone great to work under," Issei admitted. "I see no fault in you for having a crush on him, even if I'm a little jealous.
But… I'm having a hard time thinking of better-looking girls than you."

"Rias Gremory from your school, for one?" she grumbled.

"Pretty close, actually, at least to me. I mean sure, her breasts are a bit bigger, and her hair and eye color are exotic, but your breasts are not that smaller than hers, and your eye color is just as exotic. Her red hair and European appearance got a good competition in your long, lustrous black hair that makes you look like a classical beauty though.

"Himejima Akemi," she shot back.

"Her breasts are even better," he admitted. "But the appeal it is more of her Yamato Nadesiko appearance and public personality… which, I don't know, ever since meeting my friend in Tokyo it seems a bit fake. As if she is just trying to fit a role…"

She rolled her eyes. "You're just saying those things to make me feel better."

"Doesn't mean they are not true, though," he countered. "If it wasn't cliché'd I'd swear you were an angel of temptation or something."

Yuuma choked on her ice cream.

"Are you alright?"

The girl just looked at him with a weird face. "Evil angel of temptation? Where did you get that idea from?"

He shrugged. "Well, the temptation part is because… face it, you like showing off your body. Not that I'm not enjoying what you've shown me. And angels are commonly known as symbols of beauty… even if that's not really accurate with the religious texts."

"But still, 'angel of temptation'?"

"Well, don't quote on me if you ever meet one, but according to most sources demons are actually either angels that fell with Helel, or Lucifer, when he rebelled, or descendants of them. Not among them is Samael, that some claim is Satan – not to be confused with Lucifer that is a different angel that many for some reason think is the same – that supposedly seduced Eve and actually impregnated her with Cain… although others say it was Azazel, who did fall.
Anyway, when you have the not fallen Mastema, an angel of prosecution and hostility, the lines between fallen angels and not fallen seem a little blurry on this side of the knowledge."

Yuuma was looking at him for a bit, eyes wide. "You seem to know a lot about these things…"

"An old friend of mine is of a Christian family. Haven't seem him in a while though. And to be honest the occult is fascinating, all those gods and demons of different cultures representing what they believed and their way of life…
I've been thinking of joining my school's Occult Research Club, but it seems to be invitations-only…"

Yuuma blinked. "Is that… normal?"

"Not sure, but they are approved by the school's faculty, so… Well, at least they don't seem to get a school budget, but that still makes it their own exclusive club in school grounds.
But… I kinda understand them. All four current members are considered the most popular in the school save for the Student Council. Many would want to join just to hang out with them."

IIIII

"I… had fun today…" said Yuuma, saddened, as they approached a fountain in the park.

"You don't sound like you had fun," pointed Issei, worried. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't. Actually, you did better than I'd expect from anyone. And that is the problem."

"I… I hope I'm not making you feel forced to do anything. If you want we can end the date right no—"

His words were interrupted by Yuuma giving him a kiss on the lips.

"I'm sorry, but this is not something you can help me with…" she sighed. "I had plans, you know. I would have a date with you, let you have your fun and enjoy as much as you wanted, and then ask for it… but you had to be actually nice to me, even after I let you see my dark side and insecurities."

"Ask for it? Ask for what? If it is anything I can help you with…"

This saddened Yuuma ainda mais, but she took a deep breath and asked…

"Would you please die for me?"

Issei's eyes widened. But, instead of a statement of confusion like Yuuma expected, what he said was.

"Goddamnit, not again."

He opened the screen on his metal gauntlet, that she knew was a kind of smartphone from what she heard, and poked some things desperately.

Probably an emergency in case a girl wanted to kill him again or whatever had happened before.

She didn't need to, her original plan was to do it just to give him a good last vision, but hopefully now it would distract him too much to contact anyone.

Her clothes exploded from her body, as she was bathed in am amethyst light. Her black wings expanded from her back, and black leather strips dripped from nowhere and covered her body like a very revealing dominatrix outfit.

Issei just watched, eyes wide and a goofy grin on his face.

And then she threw a spear of amethyst light on his stomach.

Yuuma blinked in confusion.

"You were so focused on ogling my body you didn't even try to evade?"

Issei shrugged. "I made my decision."

Then the light spear disappeared and he fell on his back, a hole going right through his abdomen.

"I really am sorry, you know. You really made me feel special, despite being just a human.

You had the potential to be a danger to us, so I was tasked with ending you as soon as possible.
If you want to blame anyone, blame the God that gave you a Sacred Gear."

She then turned around and flew away.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'll treasure your memory," were her last words before she left his sight.

Issei just stood there, losing his strength as his blood escaped his body.

"…Alright, I believe she has been gone far enough. You can heal him now," said the voice of Burroughs from the gauntlet.

A little blond girl in a dark blue dress with white details approached the downed Issei. Her hand was covered with magic, and she promptly tapped his chest.

His body was soon covered with the magic energy, and healed extremely quick. In less than a second it was like he had never been hurt, and his eyes opened.

Standing up, he patted the girl's head with a smile. "Thank you."

Then she noticed the girl was frowning.

"She used my line."

"Oh," he said.

There wasn't anything better to be said, anyway.

IIIII

Rias Gremory was resisting the urge to pace, staring at the clock.

"Maybe we were wrong?" She finally said. "Maybe she really just wanted to date him?"

"Buchou, if you are so worried, let's just go check it out."

Rias nodded to Akeno's words. It would do no good to worry herself like this.

Arriving at the park, they quickly felt the traces of Light on top of a puddle of blood… but not body.

Akeno promptly put her hand on Rias' shoulder. "It wasn't your fault. The only other thing you could have done is stalk them on their date.
Besides, it seem they took his body, so even if he activated the magic circle we would have to fight them for him."

Rias sighed.

"At least… I'm going to go tell his family. They deserve to know."

"But Buchou-sama, you have no idea what happened. Maybe he is still alive?

Rias just looks at her strangely.

"I'm not saying that it is not the most likely, but there is also the chance he was kidnapped but they are keeping him alive to use him for something."

"You are right… it is a small possibility, but it exists." At that affirmation, she makes a phone call. "Koneko, could you come to the park, please? We'd like your help with something."

IIIII

The three devils were really confused when Koneko's nose guided them to where Hyoudou Issei was supposedly carried to.

Mainly, because it was the Hyoudou residence.

Regardless, Rias went in front. The others were against it, but she felt responsible for anything bad that could be happening. In her head, the whole family was being held hostage as the fallen searched for a family heirloom of great power.

The three were ready for a fallen angel to attack them as soon as the door opened.

They were not ready to meet Hyoudou Issei himself opening the door with his left hand, his right holding a book with a finger marking the page.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hello Hyoudou-kun," Rias said, recovering quickly. "I am Rias Gremory, and these are Himejima Akeno and Toujou Koneko. We are members of the school's Ocult Research Club."

"Uhm, hello." Issei said lamely. "I… is this about my request to join the club?"

"Ah? I wasn't aware of any requests from you to join. How long have you been interested in researching the occult?"

"A couple of months. I had some… eye-opening experiences, and an interest in this was one of the consequences."

"I see." Rias did not see. What happened this past couple of months that would make someone like him interested in the occult, well save for today?

"But… if it is not that, why did you girls come to visit? Oh, sorry, do you want to enter?"

"No need, thank you. We were just… following a trail of a supposed supernatural event from the park, and ended up here. Did you see anything?"

"Nothing I'd feel comfortable talking about out here…" Issei whispered, only loud enough for Rias to hear. "Are you sure you girls don't want to enter?"

"No, thank you. But what about you visit us in the club tomorrow? We'll call you when we are all free so you can come. There we can talk properly about you joining us and about whatever you think you need to."

"Sounds good," Issei agreed.

IIIII

Issei watched from his window as the three girls disappeared in a magical circle as soon as they thought they were unwatched.

"I guess we figured out who our mysterious pamphlet was from," said Burroughs.

Issei nodded.

"Are you going to give them the benefit of the doubt?"

"Well, you did say the pamphlet was supposed to summon them if I was in deep enough trouble. Unlike whoever is Yuuma's boss, they were hands-off but don't seem to have anything against me.

Also… we were taken by surprise, but they probably are our best bet to find out about the real sides in this world's supernatural side. We do know at least one sees me as an enemy despite us knowing nothing about them."

"I got no data about those Sacred Gears your date mentioned. Do not forget to ask them about it."

Issei nodded.

He wasn't able to reconcile the life of Hyoudou Issei, pervert student, with Flynn, samurai and demon hunter. The closer he got was… the point he was.

And he got the feeling he'd need the best of both sides soon…

…

He had no idea what Issei had Flynn lacked besides the perversion, though.

IIIII

If you couldn't tell, Issei went through a bastardization of the New Life Start version of New Game+. That means he kept the Demon Compendium and some of the apps but lost his stats (although he is working on building them back up) and Demon Whispers (meaning, he got no magics yet but one) and one powerful demon through the DDS card (from where he got the one magics he still got (Energy Drain), the demon had more but not that he can use much or at all with his current stats). And yes, said demon is pretty recognizeable.
But as I said, bastardization. He actually got all apps possible on one run instead of just the few of New Life, because his Burroughs was completely copied including them.

I was also going to not give him his equipment, but I'm a bit in doubt. It is clearly kept on Burroughs, since you can change it anytime out of battle (and you got no backpack), and I really want Issei to sometime wear the initial Samurai outfit…