"Legends."

When you heard this word, what's the first thing you think of? The likes of Oda Nobunaga, the fearsome warlord? Musashi, who was famed for having cut down a hundred men by themselves alone?

To be perfectly honest, I didn't really understand it all that much why people believed that some of these legends were real, especially myths like Tamamo-no-Mae or the gods.

At least...not at first. I didn't realize the truth until the day my girlfriend tried to kill me on our first date together.

Let me explain so you guys can understand. My name is Issei Hyoudou. I'm 17-years-old, and a second-year at Kuoh Academy. It used to be an all-girls private academy until recently, and my own personal paradise. If there's anything you guys need to know about me, it is two things:

The first is obvious. I am a pervert. I love all things ecchi. ESPECIALLY oppai.

The second is...well, pretty weird.

I'm not normal.

High School DxD x Fate/stay night Crossover:

"Fate/stay night: The Dragon of the Seventh Heaven"

Night 1: Your Fate Is In The Cards

"...good grief, Hyoudou-kun. How many times does this make this month?"

Issei Hyoudou, a young teen with brown eyes and hair, slightly spiked up at the back, scratched his cheek with an abashed look on his face, sitting across from a young girl about a year older than him. Like all female students, she wore a white dress shirt with a black cape atop her shoulders, plus a red skirt with white accents. Her hair was black, cut short at the chin while glasses obscured her purple eyes with a glare reflected upon them.

Her name was Sona Shitori, the Student Council President of Kuoh Academy...and currently, the brunette before her was the biggest headache she has ever met.

"I don't know..." Issei said as he rubbed his arm. Bandages were wrapped around his torso and left arm while a small band-aid was found at his cheek, covering up a particularly nasty bruise. "The third...fourth time?"

"Try eleventh." Sona deadpanned. "Normally, sexual harassment would otherwise have you on grounds of expulsion...yet the only reason I haven't done so is because of your academic potential." She pushed up her glasses, removing the glare to show her beautiful eyes digging into his own. Issei promptly recoiled, feeling as if he was standing before the Yama himself. "The required academic average to enroll here is a GPA of 3.5. According to records, you have a 3.7. Not noteworthy, but impressive enough."

The glare increased. For a moment, the boy felt killing intent.

"So then...why is it that a smart boy such as yourself is constantly getting beaten to within an inch of his life, on multiple occasions I might add, for trying to peek on the school's kendo club in the locker room?"

"Ehehe..." Issei chuckled awkwardly from the glare she was giving him. "Because...I...uh..." How could he say this...?

"Because what?"

"W-well, a man has urges, you know?"

'...ouch.' Issei cringed inwardly. 'Who knew a glare could hurt so much?'

The disappointment from Sona's stare spoke volumes. For several seconds, she stared at him with an unreadable expression that made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. Eventually, she sighed and pinched her nose. "...as always, you never cease to amaze me with how far your willing to punish yourself, simply to sake your own libido." she muttered before giving him a critical glare. "For the next week, you'll be serving detention along with Motohama-kun and Matsuda-kun. I expect the three of you to be there on the dot by 3:35 PM. Any later, and you can expect a more severe punishment."

"Y-yes, Kaichou..." Issei whimpered, nodding swiftly in succession.

The woman gave a grunt. "I suppose that concludes our business then." Sona remarked as she stood up, making her way towards the door. "Also, please be aware that even I have a tolerance limit, Hyoudou-kun. Any more repeats like today, and I may be forced to suspend you, or worse. Please try and understand that."

"Y-yes ma'am..."

With that, Sona closed the door behind her, leaving Issei to himself. Alone in the Nurse's Office, the boy sighed heavily and stood up from his chair, soon falling onto the bed with a wince. His side burned angrily in pain, still feeling bamboo pelting it. Groaning, he rolled unto his back, soon letting out a blissful gasp.

In all honesty, he was used to the pain, being on the receiving end of the Kendo Club's wooden swords on a constant basis.

Then again, the pain was worth it. After all...

'Haaa...Murayama and Katase's bodies are so fucking beautiful. Kuoh effin' rocks!'

...he was a pervert of the highest degree.

Enrolling at this school was the best decision he ever made without question.

Although, going by what Sona told him...he might have to cut back on his daily activities.

As much as he enjoyed appreciating the bodies of the fairer sex, he was not keen on getting expelled from school over such a thing. That, and chances were, his parents would kill him. No, wait, scratch that. Lament over the fact that he was never going to get married, and then kill him. Seriously, what was the problem for having an appreciation for the butts and boobs of naked skin?! He didn't see what was wrong!

Regardless, Issei needed to take Sona's words to heart. Sighing, he ran a hand down his face. "Detention's gonna suck..."

Unknown to Issei, Sona Shitori stood outside the Nurse's Office, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed with a troubled expression on her face. "No signs of magical potential whatsoever..." she murmured, closing her eyes and dipped her head in thought. "And no hints or signs of possessing a Sacred Gear, either. He's practically an ordinary human being." Opening her eyes, she looked over to the side, finding a familiar, long mane of red hair standing not far away from him. "That boy is quite troublesome. Remind me again, why did I allow him to attend this school, letter of recommendation from the Grand Master of the Mage's Association be damned?"

"Because of the letter of recommendation." Rias Gremory pointed out to her with a small, cheery grin. "And you never could resist leaving a puzzle unsolved."

"Yet this puzzle is leaving me quite vexed because of its perversion." Sona said flatly, adjusting her glasses. "He obviously studied extensively to get into Kuoh, yet ever since, his grades have been either just short of average or below average. The scores on the entrance exam speak of his academic skills, but from day 1, all he's done is peek on the kendo club in the locker rooms as they change, as well as peek on the swim club when they're in the pool. At this point in time, I'm debating whether or not to have Tsubasa be in charge of his discipline."

The red-haired buxom beauty, one of the Three Great Ladies, giggled. "My goodness, Sona." she said, amused by what she was seeing. "This is the first time I've seen you so vexed."

"It is because he is extremely aggravating to deal with. No matter the outcomes and consequences, he is unrepetent of his actions." Sona groaned, palming her face. "Sometimes I wonder if we should just return Kuoh back to an all-girls academy. At least then, I wouldn't have to deal with this."

"But if you did that, you'd lose Saji-kun." Rias told her with a small smile. "Besides, I for one think following his desires is rather adorable, don't you?"

"Only you would think so, Rias. At any rate..." The Student Council President pushed herself off the wall as her face became much more serious. "What's the word about the Fallens who've taken residence in our territory?"

Rias' smile fell.

"Unfortunately, they still have yet to make any movements. They remained in what I could only assume as their base of operations." She answered. The abandoned church on the outskirts of town. It's rather old and worn down, but it hasn't been occupied. For the meantime, I have Koneko keeping an eye out." The woman frowned heavily herself, putting a hand to her chin. "I still don't understand...why would they risk invading our territory? Especially given who our siblings are?"

Sona sighed. "Who can say? Even still, we must watch them carefully. After all, simply because we are in the middle of a ceasefire does not mean we are out of the woods. While there may be talks of a peace treaty, everyone is treading on thin ice. All it takes is a few sparks to set off the explosives."

"True enough..."

"I am glad you understand. So please remember to tread carefully." Sona added.

At this, Rias scoffed. "Don't I always?"

"That's what has me concerned..."

"What a backwater town..."

That was the only opinion the figure could give as she surveyed the city of Kuoh down below her. Had anybody seen her, they would have mistaken her for a bird, or most likely a crow, given the feathered, ebony black wings that rested behind her shoulders. She was perhaps the embodiment of a cold beauty, with a beautiful face that resembled near perfection, her luscious pink lips set into a scowl of disdain. Her figure was slender, her skin without blemish nor stain, and her figure a finely-shaped hourglass. Her attire was little more than black leather, straps moving in various directions with spikes at the shoulders and at the heel. Her posture was set into lazy boredom, legs crossed over one another with a hand cupping her cheek, staring down at the town with disinterest. Her violet eyes gazed at it with apathy while her silky black hair flowed through the breezes that past by her.

She just couldn't understand why she was sent here. She didn't question her orders, as they came directly from her superior, the person she loved and admired more than anything else in the world. That being said, she still didn't quite understand why she was here, but she never questioned it. Kuoh was a city of little interest to her, and why should it? It was nothing more than a city of lazy pathetic lower beings, though she did receive a few letters from her friend, Kalawarner, that there was some excitement to be had, though the context of such letters had only made her roll her eyes when it involved seducing younger men than herself... which was saying a whole lot, given how old she was. Heck, just about almost all of them were nearly a century old! But, getting back on topic, her orders were to simply observe someone in the city. She was given a picture of the person that had suddenly interested her superior, but she would receive the details from Dohnaseek, another of her ilk tasked with watching over the town.

With that said, caution was advised. Backwater town it may be, it was still the territory of both the Pillars of Gremory and Sitri, and given that, she dared not want to imagine what would happen if they violated the peace here. If they had, a fate worse than death was sure to be upon them, and death was not exactly high on her priorities. She sighed to herself as she began to fly to where her friends were, stationed at a small rundown church at the outskirts of the city. As she did so, she pulled out a small paper from out of her cleavage, little more than a small photograph. Her target was printed on it, a boy with brown hair and eyes with a goofy smile on his face. Raynare gave an eye roll at the face of the person she was asked to investigate. They didn't look even the slightest bit interesting, hell he was even duller than she was expecting.

"I'll never understand what Azazel-sama sees in pathetic humans like this."

Raynare held little interest over humans. In fact, there was a great disdain for them in her heart. Even though God had made them in His image, they had done nothing to deserve the love, respect, admiration, and recognition from Him. No, all they did was ruin themselves. One need not look any further than history. How many civilizations fell at the hands of their own folly? How many kingdoms fell at their own foolish actions? How many kings were slain because of their incompetence? How many years have passed since humanity had ever, truly, come to realize their mistakes and break free from this wretched path of theirs? The fallen angel held them in so little regard that, in a small part of her, she greatly enjoyed their suffering. There was also another part of her that resented them. He believed that humans were worth attention, but why? What was so great about them? Why would they have to watch over such pathetic beings? They were so much greater...higher beings!

Raynare hated humans. Simple as that.

She gave one last look at the picture of her target, then tucked it away in her cleavage. As much as she hated it, Azazel had given her orders. Unless orders changed, she would observe him. Though she wished she was instead given orders to kill him once she's gotten she needs out of him, whatever it was.

Now, came the question...how to approach him?

"I'm home...!" Issei tiredly announced as he dragged his feet into the entryway, placing his shoes in the cupboard and setting his bag on the rack. "Ugh...what a long day..."

"You're home late, Issei." His mother called out from the kitchen. "Did you get detention...again?"

"Yeah..." he answered, trudging into the living room. At the table, he found his father flipping through a newspaper. "What's for dinner...?"

"Beefsteak." his father answered before looking down from his paper. "Let me guess...those bruises from peeking on the kendo club again?" Issei didn't give an answer. Instead, he waltzed over to the couch and plopped down on it, facedown in one of the pillows. "I'll take that as a yes." His father sighed heavily, turning to his wife. "Dear?"

"Yes?"

"...are we ever going to have grandchildren?!"

Issei groaned, burying his face further. He was too tired to even argue with his parents.

It was like this all the time. He would get in trouble, get detention, go home, and his parents lament that he could possibly stay single for the rest of his life. He didn't see what the problem was, though! He was a healthy teenage boy! Who didn't obsess over the female body at his age?! ...okay, maybe not as extensive as him. But still.

Did his parents really have to act like they were so disappointed in him. It kinda stings...it really does...

Sighing, the boy closed his eyes. He knew he would get in trouble, but detention, plus Sona herself, had left him utterly drained. He really just wanted to go to sleep right now.

'Maybe if I'm lucky...I'll dream up of a girlfriend.' he thought, his eyes sagging. 'A really cute one with a bitchin' rack. Or maybe a couple girlfriends.' A perverted giggle escaped him as he soon closed his eyes, drifting off into his own perverted mind. 'Haaaah...I wonder what she'll be like when I dream of her. Heeheehee...'

In a certain location, hidden away from the rest of the world, an elderly man sat in a room, surrounded by lavish furniture. It was hardly grand, like one would expect to see if they knew the man, but it was luxurious enough. Soft red walls decorated the background, filled with portraits of various scenes: the battle between King Arthur and Mordred, Gilgamesh of Urk battling Enkidu for the first time, Asterious battling Theseus - there were many. A lofty couch was seated in front of a round table, which held but one item: a crystal ball that seemingly floated above it. Within this ball was a myriad of swirling colors.

"Hm...seems like the young man of that world is doing nicely." the room's occupant chuckled, stroking his beard. "Though I didn't think he'd summon Altera of all people. Hoh, the boy's got his work cut out for him! Especially with what he's gotten himself into." A curious smile formed across his face as he waved a hand over the ball. Inside, the colors twisted about, swirling and shifting into new, more darker and vibrant shades. "Now, what about this world...?"

He leaned in to inspect the sight shown in the ball. His expression reflected his sparked intrigue. "Oho...what's this now? He doesn't have Boosted Gear...but something else entirely." One could hear the mirth in his voice. "And to think it is THAT of all things..."

Slowly, a wide grin spread across his face. "Hehehe...how interesting." The man dug into his robes, shifting through it before pulling out a black slate, bound in leather. "Well, if his fate is to meet with Devils...I suppose I can change it just this once." A chuckle escaped his old throat, eyes curious about what was to come. "I can't help but wonder who the boy calls on first. If I were a betting man..."

In Issei's dreams, he thought naught of erotic sights as he believed. Instead, he dreamed of a single space. A platform with stained glass below him, depicting a stylized sigil resembling the snarling head of a dragon. Pristine white steps, which hovered in the air, spread out towards somewhere unseen - far away from his field of vision.

"What?" Issei questioned, confused as he looked around. "Where is this?"

This was weird. It was like he was in some sort of pocket dimension like in anime. As a matter of fact, this one reminded him of the Kingdom Hearts series with a person's Heart. But somehow...it was really different. He looked around and saw no other pathway aside from the steps.

"So weird...wait, why am I even dreaming of something like this?" Issei frowned and folded his arms. "Ugh, and after all the crap I went through with Kaichou..."

A cool, gentle breeze danced past him. From behind, a white shape danced past him. "Eh?" Blinking, his eyes trailed on the shape as it danced around. It was hard to tell what it looked like. At first, it looked like a bird of some kind. Then, as he looked more closely, it resembled some kind of wolf. However, the brightness of the light that cloaked it made it hard to determine what he was seeing. "What is that thing?" The shape craned what might have been its head, looking at him before taking high into the air, heading in the same direction the steps lead to. "Is it...asking me to follow?"

With nothing better to do, and wanting to get this dream done and over with, Issei followed. The platform beneath his feet let out soft cracks. Bits and pieces of the surface broke apart, dissolving into light while leaving behind the shape of his footprints. However, they soon expanded and began to break away the rest of the platform's surface - wiping away the image.

The brunette didn't notice it, however. He continued to walk forward, soft echoes dancing in the air each time his foot fell gently on the steps. As he made his way up to wherever it led him, he found faint, glowing streams flowing around him. Some were blue, others were red. The rest were of different colors: purple, green, violet, aqua, cyan, orange, white, burgundy...it was an endless spectrum.

"So weird..." Issei mumbled to himself. "Am I seriously that tired to dream up something like this?"

Despite his questioning, he did not dislike the view he was seeing. Rather, it was quite mesmerizing and brought a sense of peace to him. Before he realized it, he already made it to the top of the steps. Another platform spread out before him. Like the previous platform, it depicted an image. More specifically, it showed nine individuals, each held by what appeared to be some kind of card.

The first showed a warrior clad in armor, sword in hand.

The second showed a woman in a red skirt, a hand knocking back an arrow ready to be set free.

The third showed a man wearing a wide-brim hat with a feather, a spear at his side.

The fourth showed an armored man, pulling the reigns to the chariot he rode upon.

The fifth showed an old hermit, garbed in robes with a book in one hand, and a staff in the other.

The sixth showed a pale-skimmed man wearing a skull for a mask, wielding a sharp dagger.

The seventh showed a mad creature of some sort, wielding a giant sword.

The eighth showed a figure bound in chains with a piercing eye glaring out beneath their long hair.

The ninth showed a beautiful holy maiden with long hair, carrying both a sword and a scale.

In the very center of this platform stood a gate. It held no single color - instead, it constantly shifted between different colors. It was as if the door itself was made of color, yet never remaining the same for long. The gate stood as large as Kuoh Academy itself in terms of height, yet remaining as narrow as a standard double-door. Standing guard on either side of the gate were sentinels of sorts - each bearing a resemblance to the individuals depicted in the cards on the platform.

The saber held a hand against the frame of the door while the hand wielding it sword was sheathed in the ground. The lancer stood behind him, leaning against it with the spear against his shoulder and arms folded. The archer sat atop the gate, one knee at her chest with her bow at her back. The caster faced the gate's frame while his hood obscured his face. The berserker's head rested against it, towering over the robed magician. The assassin sat together with the archer, cradling his knife in his palm. The rider, like the saber, kneeled before the gate with a palm against its frame.

On the gate's doors were the last two - the avenger carved on the left door, bound to the frame while their hand touched together with that of the ruler's own, who smiled kindly while weighing her scales.

"...whoa..." It was the only thing that could escape Issei's mouth as he took in the grand sight before him. He had no idea what he was dreaming...but for some reason...he wanted to engrave this into his memory.

"Dunno how I dreamed this up...but damn is it awesome." He then found the white shape, which sat in front of the gate. "Hey, you. Uh...white thing. Did you bring me here to see this?"

The shape gave no sound. It merely tilted what he assumed was its head. He swore he saw what might have been a "smile" beneath the light covering it before it faded away into motes of white light, dissipating and leaving him where he stood. Issei was thoroughly confused, but as it was a dream, perhaps it was fine.

Even still...the gate was so strange. It could have been his imagination, but he felt something about it calling to him. Gulping down a nervous lump, he stepped forward. Slowly, his hand touched its doors.

Then, suddenly, he felt it.

*babump*

*babump*

'Are these...heartbeats?' he wondered, recognizing the sounds echoing in his ears. He closed his eyes, hearing the same sounds play over and over again like drum beats. Each pulsing beat was different than the last, which created an even grander symphony. 'So weird...are they all from inside?'

Leaning in, he pressed his ear against the gate to find an answer. A moment later, he did. The sounds of the heart beats became even louder than they were previously, meaning they originated past these doors.

Of course, that brought about a question:

How could he be hearing so many heartbeats from those inside it? Just as he was about to open the door, a voice echoed in the air.

"Silver and gemstone line the path. They forge the circle of the pact - calling to spirits of myth and legend to partake in the communion of battle."

Stepping back in shock, Issei looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. "Hello?" he called. "Is anyone there?!"

"Desires, ideals, ambitions...they become the core of the chant. The heroes of yore answer the call, vacating their thrones."

"H-hey... Who are you?!"

"Fill and shut. Fill and shut. Fill and shut. Fill and shut. Fill and shut. The filling of thy cup continues until it breaks. The cycle repeats until power is made manifest."

Issei was starting to grow more and more unnerved. "O-okay, me...you can wake up anytime now!" he begged his real self, fast asleep on the couch in the living room. "Seriously! This dream is starting to turn bad!"

"Warriors of the sword, bow, and lance. Heroes of the chariot, tome and dagger. Legends of vengeance, madness and forgiveness. Together, they swirl at the center. O soul who weaves together the arcane - holder of all that creates and destroys...answer."

Suddenly, Issei's chest tightened. His heart rammed against his chest. His lungs strained for oxygen. His body felt as if it were on fire.

"Wh...i...t...u...eek...obt...w...h...e...w...o...eg...s?"

The pain increased tenfold. He reared his head back, opening his mouth to scream.

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"...aaah!"

Sweat pouring down his face, Issei bolted upright from the couch, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The blanket that covered his body fell to his lap unnoticed. His lungs gulped for air while he grasped his chest, heart racing. Slowly, he looked around. He was still in the living room. The lights were out, and his parents were nowhere to be found. Outside the window, the moon hung in its crescent shape with its light pouring in the window.

He ran a hand over his face. Just what kind of dream was that? It was fricking crazy...

"Note to self..." he muttered. "Lay off the peeping for a while. Turns out Kaichou's bad for my health." Despite saying that, he found that his hands were shaking. His body was unbearably warm. Shaking his head, Issei noticed the blanket on his lap. He smiled slightly. "Thanks, kaa-chan..."

Just as he was about to pull off the blanket and head back to his room, hoping he'd be able to sleep better there due to the cricks in his back and neck - he paused when he found something on the table. It was a rectangular, black metal container with a golden insignia - the same one from his dream.

"...the hell?" Issei frowned. Was that why he saw the dream? Well, then again, he's thought of weirder things, some of which better left unsaid, but even still, he doubted this was what caused him to dream up something so weird. Weird, though. He's never seen it before. He picked up the container, noting how cold it felt before he found a small section at the top that was detachable.

Curious, he popped it open. Much to his surprise, inside the container was a deck of cards.

Gingerly, he removed them from the box and went through them, seeing there were nine in total. When he flipped them over to examine them, he nearly dropped the cards after seeing what was on the front.

On each card...were the figures he had seen guarding the gate in his dreams.

"Saber."

"Lancer."

"Archer."

"Rider."

"Caster."

"Assassin."

"Berserker."

"Avenger."

"Ruler."

Just...how was this possible? He just had that dream. So why are there cards representing each of the nine figures in his hands?! "...I DEFINITELY need to lay off the peeping if detention with Kaichou does this to me."

If the drowsiness in the morning was of any indication, Issei knew early classes were going to be a bitch.

"Dude, what's up with you?" Matsuda asked as he and Motohama walked together with the brunette. "You look dead to the world."

"Just didn't sleep well last night..." Issei yawned. "...had this weird, Kingdom Hearts type dream or something..."

"Gaming all night?" Motohama asked.

The brunette sighed. "I wish..."

It was more along the lines of conking out on the couch expecting visions of bare female bodies. Instead, he got a bizarre dream and a headache. He did his best to try and forget what happened. It was just a dream, so it didn't really mean anything. That said, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget about the gate. It was forever burned in his mind. Groaning the brunette shook his head, cracking his neck as he rolled it in a manner that rid him of the cricks in his bones.

"Still, what a drag..." Motohama sighed in despair. "Shitori-kaichou's watching us like a hawk. Now we gotta serve detention?!"

"Could be worse." Matsuda remarked. "We could've been expelled. I guess we should be thankful we're getting off so lightly." A perverted chuckle escaped the bald runner, giggling somewhat as he looked at his comrades and fellow perverts. "By the way, speaking about Shitori-senpai...on a scale from one to ten, where do you think she ranks?"

"Ten." both boys answered simultaneously. Instantly, Issei's mood improved. "A definite ten. She definitely gives off that S&M feel, you know?"

Issei nodded strongly. "Oooh yeah." A lecherous grin then came to mind, envisioning Sona herself in revealing leather, whip in hand while her boot pressed against a rather obvious tent in the pants of an un(fortunate) bastard. "You know, maybe the reason she's so grouchy is because she's sexually frustrated. Think that might be it?"

"Could be." Motohama snapped his fingers. "Aah...normally I'd prefer being the dominant one, but I'd willingly let Shitori-kaichou be on top of me~"

Together, the Perverted Trio sighed, the sight well engraved in their minds. Already, the day was looking up for them with such lecherous thoughts and dreams!

"AAAAAH! IT'S KIBA-SAMA!"

"HE'S SO HANDSOME!"

"PLEASE MARRY ME, KIBA-KUN!"

...aaand now the perfect atmosphere was gone.

They snapped out of their musings as the screams of fangirls cut through the air. The source of their newfound ire, a blonde, teenage pretty boy that was nearby. Like the rest of the males, he wore a black blazer with white trims and formal black pants. Along with the fact that the blazer was closed up with a black tie around his neck, and he looked like the picture perfect bishounen.

The Prince of Kuoh Academy: Yuuto Kiba.

Their number one enemy.

"Geh, it's him." Matsuda growled. "What the hell does that blonde bastard have that we don't?!"

"Good looks, good grades, a good personality, shall I continue?" Came a mischievous, yet familiar female voice. The Trio turned around to the source, finding a girl from their class in their sights. She had a slender yet busty figure with a light complexion. Her brown hair reached her upper back, and was tied into twin braids with blue ribbons. Her hazel eyes were hidden behind a pair of pink, circled rimmed glasses. On her face was a smirk.

"Oh, and of course, a bigger size than you."

Immediately, upon seeing her, the Trio recoiled. "YOU!" Motohama cried, holding his fingers in a cross formation. "BEGONE, DEMON!"

"What do you want, Kiryuu?!" Matsuda shuddered. "Shouldn't you be ogling some other dude's junk?!"

Aika Kiryuu giggled as she put a hand to her hip. "I've already scouted a good number of the males here. There's not very many boys here at Kuoh." She pushed up her glasses, staring at the boys with a grin. "I see my favorite group of fellow lechers is doing fine today, despite Katase and Murayama beating you all to kingdom come."

"Well, we take pride in our resilience...besides, were used to the pain by now." Issei shrugged. The pain in his left side had faded quite a bit. Now, he only felt a minor discomfort.

"So I see." Aika smirked before sizing him up. Issei shuddered beneath her gaze, knowing full well what she was doing. "By the way...I must say, Hyoudou, you're rather gifted in some areas, aren't you?"

"Wh-what?!" Issei instinctively moved his hands to hide his crotch from her view. She was scanning him?! "Dammit all, you she-demon! Quit perving on me!"

"Oh my, how cute~" the female pervert giggled. "You enjoy peeking on others, but you're flustered when someone pervs on you~ Still, I must say, I'm surprised by what I found. A shame you'll probably never put it to good use, though."

[CRITICAL HIT!]

The words stabbed into him like a knife and caused him to buckle in proverbial pain. "Low blow, Aika." Issei mumbled in pain. "Low blow."

"Just saying it like it is." She stuck her tongue out playfully. "Also, better hurry. I hear Shitori-senpai is on the warpath today."

Aika gave one last wink at the boys, which caused them to freeze. They craned their heads, finding the woman herself not far away, standing just a bit away from the main entrance of the school building. As soon as they made eye contact, a cold shiver ran down their spines while the feeling of cold steel touched upon their necks. Promptly, the boys ran like bats out of hell, making their way to class as fast as possible. They've already reached Sona's tolerance limit, and they most certainly didn't want to see how bad she was when majorly pissed off.

That said...was it Issei's imagination, or did Sona and that blonde bastard Kiba have bat wings?

School had more or less ended on a somewhat positive note, though Issei wasn't feeling so well. Ever since first period, his body was uncomfortably warm. Enough so that he discarded his tie and undid a few buttons to his dress shirt. Worse, his head had been hurting the entire day. Sona, bless her soul, took pity on him and decided to allow him to go home early on account of a migraine. Of course, she also warned him that, come tomorrow when he felt better, he'd have double the work load.

On his way back, his mind went back to his parents' conversation from last night, regarding girlfriends and such. In truth, Issei wasn't entirely sure if he was even looking for one right now. There were many cute girls at Kuoh, especially the likes of Akeno Himejima and Rias Gremory, but his chances were more or less screwed, due to his perverse behavior. There was Aika Kiryuu, though it would be a could day in hell before he even considered it. In fact, Issei pitied whoever tried and date that devilish minx.

And they call him a pervert!

'Now that I think about it...what is my kind of girl, anyway?' Issei wondered as he folded his arms, dipping his head in thought. 'She'd have to have killer oppai, of course. And a really, really sweet personality. DEFINITELY not a bitch, though. And she would have to be honest with me. And she'd be willing to help me with whatever I need.' A brief pause, then a heavy blush on his face. 'B-but definitely not sexual help! W-well, I mean, if she wants to, but if she's the kind of girl who'd only want to do stuff like that on certain occasions, then that would be okay! Oh, and she definitely have to be housewife material!' At this, the image of his ideal girl in naked apron came to mind, causing his nose to bleed. 'Hot damn that would be awesome...!'

Strange, though...one would think Issei's thoughts would be severely more perverse, but it seems even the brunette was capable of some modesty.

He continued to think about the topic, even as he reached the small bridge that passed over the street below. Afterwards, there would be a small strip of street that would lead to the residential district. His house was there, where his family would be waiting for them. Now that he thought about his family, he wondered if they would actually try and put him up on a blind date...not that he'd want to. He wanted to find his own girl, not have her handed to him!

He sighed in frustration. His parents were only looking out for him. And given his perverted behavior, it'd only be natural for them to worry about him. Even still... why did they constantly have to believe that they would not have any grandchildren?! Wasn't that thinking ahead of themselves?!

"Um... e-excuse me...?"

"Huh?" Issei stopped walking, noticing the person before him.

It was a girl, and a drop dead knockout at that. It was a girl around his own age, bearing long black hair and violet eyes, wearing a dark red jacket with the letter "P" embroidered in gold, a white undershirt, a red bow, and a green skirt with a thin white strip around the lower end of it. She held an umbrella in her hands, which was being bounced around between her palms nervously.

"A-are you...?" the girl spoke nervously. Issei had to admit, she was cute...and her bust...! That voice! Haaaaa...! This was the kind of girl he was looking for! "I-Issei Hyoudou-kun?"

'I don't recognize the uniform, so she doesn't go to our school. Who is she?' the brunette thought, but shrugged. "Yep, the one and only."

"Ah! Thank Goodness!" The girl sighed in relief. She fidgeted slightly as her face reddened.

"So...what's up?" he asked curiously. "Do you need something?"

"Ah, um...my name is...Y-Yuuma." she introduced herself, bowing her head. "Y-Yuuma Amano."

"Nice to meet you." Issei nodded, not sure where this was going.

"S-so, um...c-can I...ask you something p-personal?"

He raised an eyebrow. Why was she fidgeting so much? And why was her face so red? Was she embarrassed about something?

...waaaaaaaaait a minute here! Those flushed cheeks... That flustered voice... Those bashful voice... It-it couldn't be... could it?!

"A-are you... seeing anyone?"

IT IS!

She...she...this cute girl was asking him out!

"N-no!" he shouted, a bit too loudly for his own liking, a result of his excitement. Yuuma recoiled, causing him to wince as a result, and scratched the back of his head. This was it! This was his chance! A real chance to get a girlfriend! A chance for OPPAI! "I-I mean, no... I'm not really in a relationship with anyone. Why...do you ask?"

"W-well...I...I was wondering...Would...Would you go out with me?" She bowed.

Instantly, Issei smiled brightly. Finally! Finally!

'Life is looking good!'

Yuuma and Issei had decided that they would officially go on a date on Sunday. It worked for the brunette, since he didn't have school that day. Naturally, though, he showed his new girl off to Motohama and Matsuda, easily earning shocked and disbelieving looks on their faces. He considered it payback for all those times they left him to dry.

Still, he felt kind of bad, using Yuuma for petty revenge like that. Today, though, he was going to make it up to her!

"Oh, man I'm nervous," Issei muttered as he paced around his room. "What do you even do on a date? Should we go to an amusement park? No, Kuoh's went out of business two months ago. Maybe a cafe? Nah, that sounds lame. Oh! Maybe eat out at a restaurant? Wait, what if she hates fast food!" He growled in frustration, gripping his hair. "Dammiiiiiiit! I haven't played enough eroge games to prepare me for this!"

He probably should've focused more on the dating sim aspect of his eroge games rather than focusing on the h-scenes.

"Okay, Ise, just calm down," he told himself. "Calm down...you got this. Everything is gonna be fine...gonna be fine!" He gave a swift sigh, and then looked at his attire. He stared at what he was wearing before his shoulders dropped again. "Oh, who am I kidding?! I don't have any good clothes!"

He tried to find the best attire he had in his closet, but he still didn't think it was good enough. He just knew this was going to be a horrible date. Why didn't he play enough dating games that could have helped him with this? He thought he had dressed up in the nicest clothes he could find, but when he looked at himself in the mirror, he was beginning to doubt whether or not these clothes would fit him. He wore a light jacket over a red shirt with a small black v-neck and khaki slacks that used to belong to his father, along with black dress shoes.

When he got a good look in the mirror...he realized that these fancy, formal clothes did not really suit him. But he had no time to ponder it for now. He had to continue get ready for his big date!

Sucking in a large breath, he huffed his chest and steeled his nerves. He was about to leave the room before his eyes settled on the steel container on his desk. The one carrying that bizarre deck. He wasn't sure why, but he felt...compelled to take it with him for some reason.

Now that he thought about it, the day it showed up in his possession was the same day he met Yuuma. Maybe it was some kind of good luck charm? Feeling that he needed all the luck he could get for this date, he didn't hesitate in picking it up and placing it in his pocket.

"Issei!" his father called. "If you don't hurry, you're going to be late!"

"R-right!" Issei shouted back. He doubled check to see if he had everything, then gave himself another once over, and nodded. "Okay...work with what I've got! Here I come, oppai!" With a strong nod, he whirled around, and left his room.

Unaware of the fate that would soon await him today.

Many were not aware of this fact, but the foreign red-haired beauty that was Rias Gremory was not human.

In fact, none of the members of her club, the Occult Research Club, were humans either. They were all Devils.

If you believed the bible, they were inhuman beasts who tempted humans to sin. They were partially right - they did tempt humans to sin, but they rarely asked for souls. They offered Faustian contracts to people, in exchange for monetary wealth or items. They were hardly the demons that many, especially the Vatican church, made them out to be. If anything, a good majority of Devilkind were very pleasant. Especially those of the Pillar of Gremory. Among the 72 clans, they were widely known for their loving and caring nature - especially for their servants.

Rias was no exception. She loved and cared for her Servants. In fact, she enrolled them in Kuoh Academy in the hopes of living out something akin to as close to a normal life as they could get. They deserved it, after all the hardships they went through.

However...being kind-hearted does not make her soft. When required, Rias would be as fierce and as demonic as was expected of a Devil. Alongside Sona Shitori, otherwise known as Sona Sitri, heir to the Pillar of Sitri, they controlled the majority of Kuoh City. The entire rural countryside was their territory, and they were expected to manage.

Some odd weeks ago, they received reports of Fallen Angels taking up residence in the old abandoned church on the outskirts of town. Since they were in the midst of a ceasefire, hostilities were meant to be taken as seriously as possible while also treading very carefully. A small misstep could lead to a war. No one wanted that, especially not her or her family. As such, she and Sona had their servants keep a close eye on the group, trying to discern their intentions.

Imagine her surprise, merely a few days ago, when she learned from Koneko that one of the Fallen in her territory had approached someone that Sona had been curious about for quite a while now:

Issei Hyoudou.

Upon hearing this, she became curious herself. Why had the Fallen approached Hyoudou as they did? She didn't detect anything unordinary about him. He didn't even seem to have a Sacred Gear. So why?

Just in case, she had Koneko keep a close eye on the pair. Regardless of how or why, Issei Hyoudou was being targeted by the Fallen. Failure to protect him meant that she was unfit to protect her own territory. She would not allow that to happen. Besides, she found the boy to be something of an amusement.

It was hardly normal to encounter someone who was so engrossed in their lust, especially so openly.

"Kiba." Rias called from her seat, moving the Rook piece adjacent to her Pawn. It blocked the advance the opposing King, though close by was the Knight, ready to open a hole. "Is Koneko following them?"

The blonde teen nodded. "Hai, buchou." he reported. "So far, the date is going rather normally."

Rias nodded, thanking him for the report. Even so, she was still troubled. She still had no idea why the Fallen were targeting someone so...normal. Well, as normal as one could be.

"Why target Hyoudou-kun?" Rias hummed to herself, a finger drumming against the chessboard. "What's the reason...?"

The date had ended rather well on a high-note, all things considered. He managed to put together a plan at the last moment. He took her out to lunch, then shopping, then a movie. She looked like she enjoyed it...at least, he think he did. She pretty much had a smile on her face throughout the whole thing. Right now, they were standing in front of the fountain over at the park.

It was a pretty romantic scene one would see in visual novels, especially with the sun setting over the horizon.

"I had a lot of fun today," Yuuma said, her back facing him. "It's been so long since I've felt like this."

"R-Really? That's awesome. I'm really glad..." He breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god for that!

"Say...Ise-kun?" Slowly, the girl turned around to face him. Her face was bashful, pink dusted on her cheeks. "There's something that I really, really want...do you think you can give it to me?"

The brunette swallowed the lump in his throat. Was this it? Was this really happening?! Were...were they really going to...? If that were the case, why...why did he feel suddenly so alarmed? His headache was growing worse by the second. His heart was starting to thump against his chest, beating on his ribcage like a drum. "U-uh, sure!" he nodded, trying to ignore the feeling. "Whatever it is, you name it!"

"Really?" Yuuma's eyes lit up with excitement. Somehow, it felt off. "Then..." She stepped forward. Their bodies felt like they were about to touch, though she had stopped just in front of him and leaned forward, whispering something into his ear. Something that made his blood run cold. "...will you die for me?"

Now, he understood why. How his body reacted so badly. Yuuma's voice...it had changed. No longer was it that sweet and beautiful tone that made it sound like music to his ears. It was cold, mature...malicious. A tone that sent shivers down his back.

"I-I'm sorry," he said, backing away as far as he could. "I don't I-I heard you correctly...w-what did you say you wanted, Yuuma-chan?"

The girl gave him a sickly sweet smile. "I said," she spoke, her voice chilling and mature with an alluring, dangerous tone. "Will you die for me?"

His body burned up. Something about her words lit something aflame in his chest. His head pulsated with agonizing pain. Through this pain came a foreign feeling, swelling and bubbling up to the surface. He wasn't sure why, but he threw himself to the ground. He was glad he had, for no sooner had he moved did a spear of light pierce into the ground he was standing on. His eyes went wide, heart thumping, and looked at Yuuma.

He gasped. Behind her back were wings. Feathery, black wings. Almost like the wings of a crow.

"Oh?" She raised a brow. "You were fast enough to dodge that one. How unexpected." She frowned condescendingly.

He stared back in horror. He had no idea what was happening. He couldn't even feel the way his hand was burning. "W-what the hell's going on?" he whispered. "Yuuma-chan, wha-what the fuck ARE you?!"

"Isn't it obvious?" She questioned as she materialized another spear in her hand. "I am the one who kills you."

"You know...I have to say, the date was a bit of fun." Yuuma remarked off-handedly, speaking of the event as if it were little more than just a bit of fun she had on the side. "It was a lot like pretend. You did keep me amused. Still, even now I don't get what's so special about you." Her eyes narrowed as she twirled her spear around in her hand, looking down on him with disdain. "You don't have any magic power from what I can tell. And you don't even have a Sacred Gear. Why does a filthy human like you interest Azazel-sama so much?"

The brunette couldn't find anything to say. He was too shocked, too overwhelmed. His heart was racing. His body was growing hotter. The pain in his head was growing worse. As he tried to stand, he felt his head rattle. Biting his lip, he fell to his knee, a hand at his temple. His skull was throbbing. It felt like it was going to split open.

"Humans like you are so disgusting." the winged woman said, voice laced heavily with disgust. "You think you're better than everyone else. You're nothing but lowly vermin, better off groveling on the ground we walk upon." She stopped twirling the spear in her hand around, grasping it tightly in her hand. "Now then...let's finish this farce, shall we?"

'S-somebody...' Issei thought in despair, looking on in horror. His eyes locked onto the spear as Yuuma reared her arm back, readying to throw it. 'A-anybody...please...!'

Yuumna's face curled into a sickening, cold smile. "Now then...die for me, Ise-kun!"

She threw the spear, hurling it straight at his heart.

'HELP ME!'

Then his mind went blank.

No sooner had 'Yuuma Amano' revealed her true nature did Koneko Toujou begin to feel the power that was charging in the air. The power that was a Fallen Angel. She could feel the Holy energy the woman exuded. The situation had changed. She needed to inform Rias right away. She immediately summoned her familiar, a small white kitten, and instructed him to inform her master of the current situation.

It wasted no time heading to Rias. While the woman gave a special speech, showing off her arrogance, Koneko readied her fists. Rias ordered her that, if the Fallen held malicious intent towards Issei Hyoudou, she was to engage the Fallen and defeat her. Attacking a human in her territory was declaring war. Therefore, they would be able to act without threatening the ceasefire.

She tugged at her gloves, standing up. The Fallen reared back her spear, ready to end Issei Hyoudou's life. She personally didn't like the pervert whatsoever, but she didn't hate him enough to let him die, either.

However, just as she was about to leap into the fold and protect Issei, something strange happened. Magic seeped into the air, flooding the area with such intensity. The Fallen couldn't feel it. Not at first, anyway. Koneko, however, did. Due to her...circumstances...she was far more sensitive to the flow of magic more than anyone. And the power that began to flood the area was so great that she nearly fell to her knees.

"Wha-what..." she got out, barely finding any strength to stand. "What is this? Where did this magic power come from?"

Sadly, because she was affected by the overflowing power of magic seeping into the air, she couldn't move in time to see the Fallen throwing her spear at Issei, meant to end his life once and for all.

Then the unthinkable happened.

"-she'd DEFINITELY have to be housewife material-!"

"-killer oppai-"

"-really, really sweet personality-"

Within the confines of a certain boy's soul, a beautiful gate slowly began to creak open. Light flooded out of it. Emerging from within were beautiful streams of light, dancing around and flying high into the air. Together with the streams of light were cherry blossoms and earthen tendrils of wood and greenery, encroaching everything outside of the opening gates.

The statue of the robed hermit showed small signs of damage - cracks running along its form. As it did, a figure stepped out from within the gate; form obscured by the shining light behind them.

"-a-anybody...help me!"

The figure smiled, looking up. Then the platform beneath them shattered apart, encompassing everything in a ball of white light before shooting upwards. It rose, higher and higher, breaking through the darkness and rushing to the surface. Life was pumping through the figure's veins. Power was swelling. They could feel things they shouldn't be feeling. A rush of emotions danced in their developing heart.

Someone had called out to them. Someone who wanted a person like them at their side. They knew not why they called for them, but they answered the call nonetheless.

Then the ball of light broke through the barrier between them and their summoner. The ball of light dispersed, and the figure leaped out, a wide grin on their face.

Power.

Pure, unadulerated power.

That was what registered in Raynare's mind as, without any warning, her spear of light broke apart as a powerful wave of magical power exploded from Issei's very being, nearly sending her off of her feet. "What?!" she cried out in shock, standing her ground while her arms crossed her face, blocking out the rushing wind that blew around her target. "What's going on?! Where did this power come from?!"

Peering through her arms, she saw Issei's body changing. Ephemeral circuits ran across his body as he stood to his feet, eyes wide and hair flopping about with his blazer. The circuits delved into his eyes, breaking through the sclera and entering his irises before invading his pupils, diving deep into them. Something shot out of his pocket - a metal vessel with golden markings resembling a dragon of some sort. It broke apart into segments, the front and back of the vessel hovering over the back of the boy's hand and palm while its sides floated next to his thumb and pinky finger. A golden band of light wrapped around his wrist.

Cards danced around his form, spinning like a roullete. Like a puppet, obeying the will of the meister, Issei's hand rose forward to the spinning cards. While the cards continued to spin around him in a ring, one card rose up from the ring and spun around in front of his hand. It showed a robed man, wielding a staff and tome.

The golden markings on the pieces of the vessel began to glow in tandem with the band around his wrist. The circuits on his arm then began to extend outward, forming into branches that touched the card, which began to glow with light.

Even greater magical power began to flood the area. Raynare's eyes widened, realizing what he was trying to do. "Is he...trying to summon something?!" But that should be impossible! There wasn't any records of him having any magical prowess! Then a thought passed her mind, one that filled her with indignation. Was he...hiding his magical powers? Was he MOCKING her?! "Y-you...you damned human!"

She mustered great holy power in her hand. Her spear radiated with even more power than before. With a furious zeal burning in her heart, she threw the spear forward.

"DIE!"

The projectile flew as the card glowed even brighter. It was just about to skewer Issei in a matter of seconds.

But something intercepted and stopped it. The Fallen's eyes widened upon seeing what stopped her attack.

An ornate, Japanese mirror.

Then the pillar of light dispersed, revealing the being that was summoned forth. It was a voluptuous young woman with long pink hair tied up. Her eyes were closed, her expression calm and serene. She was garbed in a rather skimpy, blue kimono that revealed her large bust, shoulders, and legs with blue stockings that stopped halfway up her thigh. Around her neck was a black choker with gold trim. But the most prominent features she had were the pair of fox ears on her head and fox tail protruding from her back.

As the incredible wave of magical power faded away, dissipaing into nothing, the newcomer opened her eyes, revealing chocolate brown irises. Her face fell into what looked to be annoyance.

"My word, how rude~" the fox girl huffed as the light she emerged from broke apart. The cards spinning around her target slid back into the embrace of the vessel, which reformed into its container-like form before clattering to the ground. "Someone went through the trouble of bringing me into this world, and the first greeting I get is a spear to the face?"

The circuits on Issei's body faded from existence. His strings were cut, and he fell forward. However, the fox girl whirled around and grabbed him before he could fall. "Oh dear," the newcomer gasped. "He must have tuckered himself out from summoning me." Carefully, she lifted him up, carrying him like a groom would with his bride. As soon as she saw his sleeping face, a heavy blush formed on her cheeks and gushed like a giddy school girl. "Oh. My. Kami. He's so ADORABLE~ I must be the luckiest girl, having someone like this for a husband!"

"W-what the helll?" Raynare stammered. Despite her eccentric and foolhardy behavior...the power she extruded was beyond anything she's ever felt. She was obviously a youkai, but her power...it was on par with...a god?! No-no! That was impossible! "Who the hell are you?!"

The fox girl blinked. "Oh...right." she said, a look of irritation forming on her face. "I forgot about you. The hag who tried to turn my darling husband into a pin cushion."

"HAG?!" Raynare snapped angrily, her previous fear forgotten. Sure she had been alive for quite a while...but she looked nowhere near old! She looked as young as any teenage girl!

"You heard me." The woman huffed. "Or would you prefer I call you a filthy crow?"

"How dare you?!" The Fallen Angel snapped angrily. That tears it. Forget the human, this bitch dies! "Die, you filthy youkai!"

Brandishing twin spears, she gathered incredible holy power into each and threw them. Scoffing, the fox girl bounced high into the air, evading the spears with ease and allowing them to obliterate the ground. She landed atop the fountain's spout, freezing the rushing water below her.

"I see you're in dire need of manners, it seems." the newcomer said with displeasure, holding the unconscious brunette close in her arms. "By the way, I am not a 'filthy youkai.' Then again, I doubt a hag like you would recognize me. After all, if the current state of the world is of any indication, its been quite a long time."

Power charged in the air. Magic flowed out of the fox girl's body like a waterfall. Talismans danced around her, each bearing the kanji for "fire" and "water" respectively.

"I am Tamamo-no-Mae, formerly a Heroic Spirit, belonging to the Caster-class Servants." the woman introduced herself. Upon hearing the woman's name, Raynare's heart sank and shriveled beneath the intense glare the woman gave her. "And you had the nerve to try and kill my husband."

At this moment, the Fallen Angel realized...

"Prepare to die, bitch."

...she was screwed.

-Night 1: END-

Next Time!

Raynare: Do I look like I'm joking?! I am missing a fucking wing, Dohnaseek! A fucking wing! AND IT WAS THE AVATAR OF AMATERASU WHO DID IT!

Tamamo: You won't need trash like this anymore, my dear husband! After all, you have little ol' me to serve your needs!

Issei: If this is a dream, then don't wake me up!

Rias: What is it you intend to do here, Tamamo-sama?

Night 2: Husband and Wife

Tamamo: Things are about to get steamy~! Stay tuned, everyone!

Author's Notes: Welp, here it is: Dragon of the Seventh Heaven, per the request of the people in the poll I set up. Many of you are pissed, probably, because I have enough stories on my plate as is. Hell, this makes the 82nd story I have written. I will say this much, though: if I hit the 100 story mark...don't expect me to write out a new story until many of my other stories are completed. I am seriously setting myself a limit here.

So, then...who here thinks Issei's chance of getting a harem in this story is screwed because he got Tamamo?

On a side note, I would actually like someone to answer me a question: since I'm going for Issei reviving Heroic Spirits in the world of DxD, and since I'm not as well-versed in the mythos and power levels (the latter I know I can handle - pretty much every Servant in Fate/stay night can wreck virtually every being in DxD...except maybe Trihexa, Great Red and possibly Shiva. At that point, bust in with the Noble Phantasms on their asses) as some think I am. Thus, I need a question answered: since they've been revived, would a Heroic Spirit be as powerful as they would be as a Servant? Weaker? Stronger? Help would be much appreciated.

With that said, I'm out of here. Enjoy the story, as it was done by the collaborative efforts of yours truly and Daemon of Wrath. Please tell me your thoughts in your reviews, and hopefully I'll see you mofos next chapter.

PS: Tamamo wasn't kidding about things getting steamy. This story is M rated for a reason. That being said, don't expect lemons so early. Have to build up the romance, you know.