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"How….Just how in the fuck did she get me to agree to this?" He whispered to himself, stalking the halls of the first floor of his school.

The main objective was simple….

In theory

Go into the room, put the little monitoring spell she taught him in a place it wouldn't be easily found. Then place the other 34 spells of similar design wherever he felt like it.

If only the target of said monitoring wasn't a very observant and intelligent young woman, with a healthy and well founded sense of paranoia that her older sister might be spying on her at any and all times.

His chances of keeping out of the spotlight, like he was supposed to be, were dramatically falling as the days went on.

[This is, at the very minimum, half your fault.]

Issei Hyoudou paused in the hallway, going over past events in his mind, and trying to come up with a way to disprove his tag-along.

'I had no idea that my off-hand comment would be taken so seriously.'

He admitted, after finding no way to deny his own involvement.

Too engrossed in the… "plot" of a certain show he was watching, his best friend/king/living proof that boobs can bounce like in volleyball video games, had asked a simple question that was answered absently.

Is she talking to any boys?

Only too late did the very real ice in her voice register in his mind. Right after his answer of 'yea I saw her talking to some blonde dude today'.

And so began his mission of setting up the magical spy stuff, and leaving behind something meant to hopefully derail any sexual motivations the student body presidents new admirer might have.

Sera didn't like leaving things to chance.

[We are talking about the same person, right?]

Issei looked down to his hand, a fabric that had been white at some point not too long ago, now a faded grayish yellow poked through. Granny panties…

Sera had demanded that he set up the spells and leave behind a pair of magically aged granny panties, for the newly reincarnated pawn of Sona Sitri to find.

The guy had taken to working his ass off, trying to impress the young devil woman. Showing up early, staying later than requested, volunteering for anything he could just to get a little closer to her.

It was admirable in a way, and romantic in another. Unfortunately for one Genshirou Saji, Sona was not even slightly interested in him. Everyone apart from him could see that.

"Right… I should have known better." He sighed, voice barely a whisper.

Since it was rather late in the day, most of the lights were turned off, leaving the last remnants of sunlight as the primary source of light. Being that he was a creature that dwelled in the underworld, reincarnated or not, he could see just fine.

With a little application of some magic, and a few other things he picked up over the last few years, Issei was imperceivable to almost every type of detection.

[To answer your first question, she played on your obsession with the female body.]

There were many ways in which Ddraig, Red Dragon Emperor, Welsh dragon of domination, was proud of his host. The one thing that always seemed to be at the core of whatever issue came about that week, was how Issei's mind seemed to be perpetually in the gutter.

Issei went rigid, his head snapping back up and stared forward, remembering his reward, should he succeed. Say what you want about Serafall Leviathan being a sis-con, or too childish for someone in her position. She was a master at reading and working people.

"Do me this favor…" Issei could smell the strawberry from her shampoo, long raven locks free from her usual pigtails.

"And maybe I'll dance for you." The TV was insignificant, because straddling his lap was a beautiful woman, biting her lower lip and staring at him with those innocent looking blue eyes.

Sera knew she'd already won, when her hips lowered and made to grind forward just once, and felt the pitched tent beneath her.

The relationship he had with his king was weird to say the least. Sometimes he felt like they were more of an old married couple bickering about something stupid, then a king arguing with her subordinate.

Other times it was just like when he was a kid, playing 'hero' with his friend.

And every so often, he was an advisor, or a source of comfort. Three times now, by source of comfort he meant fuck buddy. Not that he disliked that part at all, he just wished there was some clarification on where things between them were going.

'Place the magic and panties, don't get caught, then LAP DANCE TIME!' Issei screamed internally, getting Ddraig to wince from the volume and content.

Down the corridor he went, unable to get the smile off of his face, thinking about the body that would be grinding up against him in no time.

The door he was looking for was only one of many signs that Kuoh Academy was run by the supernatural. Many of the office doors were made of a heavy timber, but this one was a cut above the rest.

The solid wood had small, almost invisible carvings into it. Along the edge of the trim, with the crest of every pillar engraved. There was a small application of magic to identify a supernatural being passing through, and log which devil family they were attached to if they were a devil, or alert Sona if it was something else.

Lucky for him, his king wasn't recognized as Leviathan by magic such as this, but Sitri. This would help to keep suspicions down, should anything be noticed.

But if everything was working as it should, Ghost walker, the magic he kept at least partially activated at all times, should make it seem like the door had never been breached.

Turning the handle, Issei slowly pushed the door open, only a few small creaks coming out.

Once he had enough room, Issei slid inside.

The Sitri peerage should be gone for the day, leaving the night activities to Rias and her group in the ORC. Just to keep things on the safe side, he left the door open, so he didn't have to make more noise then was needed.

It was a strange division of labor, but it worked well for the group of teens. With one half of the day free for them, they could still get their fill of being a normal teenager.

Just inside of the door, was another small hall that acted as a waiting area, since Sona basically ran the day to day stuff of the school. The education received was only minimally dictated by her, by things like uniform, club budget, disciplinary actions all went through her.

His steps were slow, wanting to avoid any places where the floor might not be well seated. Passing by the 3 seats on each side, walking over the expensive looking rug, he came into the main office.

Bookshelves lined each wall behind the large desk just in front of him, with several filing cabinets to the left wall.

"Where to put it…" Looking around the room, it was arranged in a way to keep everything organized and open. Not many little crevices to put something that would give demonic pulses every once in a while.

'Aha!' He saw the air vent in the corner and figured that would be a good spot.

This first one had to be hidden, but still with a good view, since this was the only video feed. The others he could just throw wherever, since they were only to be taking pictures throughout the day.

[You do realize, that if the maid finds out about this, she'll come and undo everything.]

Magic was a wonderful thing. He wondered what would happen if the normal humans had free access to it. A wind spell was all that he needed, to unscrew the vent and place his hand in the spot Sera's video feed would come from.

'I'm just following orders, Grayfia can't fault me for that.' Issei responded, placing the vent back on and tightening the screws.

Walking back to the center of the room, he looked around, wondering where to put the others.

[The term she used, was "favor". There was no order or command involved.]

The best place he could come up with, to make sure Sera was happy, was putting them along the corner of the wall to ceiling. With this, his king would have a good view of everything in the room. Just to be thorough, he put 4 around eye level.

'Why does Saji have the hots for her anyway? Sure she's cute and all, but those bishops Sona has…. man, I would do bad things to have a night with them.' Issei thought, ignoring the very real possibility that Ddraig had pointed out.

Which was, that his king had set him up to take the fall, should their actions be discovered by the silver queen of annihilation.

If experience had taught him anything, it was that the girls that kept a sweet smile on their face were hiding a dirty side as deep as the Mariana trench.

And those legs on Momo….

[Someone's coming.]

Issei was dragged out his threesome fantasies, shaking his head to focus on the warning.

The person was female, judging by the clack of a heeled shoe on the floor, and they were almost to the door. Her strides were confident and purposeful, even pace and timing between each echo.

That narrowed his choices down, none of which were good.

His answer came after the steps halted, a soft and assured voice carrying through the room.

"Sona, are you in here?"

Rias Gremory, little sister of the strongest devil to have ever existed, and also a frequent companion of his unconscious adventures. He found that term to be less degrading, to saying that he'd sell his soul to bang her, if he hadn't already given it to Sera.

It also prolonged his existence in the world. Sirzechs was an easy going guy, unless you said the wrong thing about his sister.

Seriously… Issei had once gotten away with accidentally admitting that he dreamt of screwing Grayfia so long that his dick had friction burn. The Crimson Satan just smiled and said he knew the feeling.

What the hell is up with that?

At least Grayfia wasn't there when that happened.

"Hello?" Rias repeated, opening the door further.

Those aquamarine eyes scanned the room from the doorway.

When she saw no one, she came inside the main room, looking left to right like she was about to do something she shouldn't.

It made him curious.

The fact that she was completely oblivious to him standing not even five feet away from her, meant that Ghost Walker was working perfectly.

When he learned about it, he was too young to realize the potential it had to cause trouble.

A blend of demonic and Greek magic, with just a splash of senjutsu and youjutsu. It diminished his presence enough for him to appear like a normal human, the greek part of it turned him invisible, but Hades' old trick created a black shimmering spot in someones vision. The Youjutsu let the viewer see what his body was blocking through an illusion, while the senjutsu dissipated his life force into the surroundings.

To anything but an expert in Senjutsu or Youjutsu, he was invisible and undetectable.

"I'm running out of time… I'm sorry Sona." Rias said, walking over the filing cabinet that Issei was close to.

Her finger trailed down the metal, looking at the label each had. Issei assumed it held a list of students, because there was nothing else he could think of, that would be alphabetical and require so much space.

A-C was the first, her finger skipped down to the second.

D-G was the second, she skipped that one too.

She stopped at the next, which was labeled as just H. It was only then, that Issei realized how many Kuoh students had H as the first letter of their family name.

The drawer was just below her knees, and the last one was practically down on the floor.

Rias slid it open, as her head dipped and hair fell over her shoulder, Issei wished he could pray.

'For the love of all things unholy, PLEASE bend at the waist!'

He was standing almost directly behind her, only off to the side enough, to hardly catch a glimpse of her face.

Tucking a strand of her long crimson hair behind her ear, Rias turned to the door once more, just to make sure she was alone.

'Bendatthewaist! Bendatthewaist! Bendatthewaist! Bendatthewaist!' It was like a pervy chant, only spoken so fast that if he'd actually spoken, he'd be spitting all over the place.

Issei took one step to his left, using his hands as a frame, and peering through. From right here, if he squatted just a little, it would be the perfect view.

All she needed to do now was….

'YAAAASSSSS!' He could feel Ddraig retreating into the deepest corners of his mind, wanting to stay away from anything going on right now.

Like a beautiful, slow motion montage, Rias bent down to a perfect 90 degree angle.

'Oh sweet deity of debauchery, hallowed be thy name! I knew you existed! I knew it!'

Issei had never been more thankful for the short skirts and tight blouses the girls wore, than right at this moment.

As Rias looked through the files, she hummed a little tune that was unknown to him.

His eyes trying to save this image for eternity, Issei nearly losing his composure when she started to sway her hips.

That magenta skirt had ridden up, giving an almost unobstructed view of her skimpy underwear. Thin, lacy and purple, the material only really covered the holy place that men would give their lives for.

The cheeks were covered by such a sheer mesh that he could see it all.

His eyes shifted left, scanning over her form.

Rias Gremory was gorgeous. Her legs long and smooth, ass supple, abdomen and waist thin but not scrawny. Which led him to the mountain peaks that he would swear held the answers to the meaning of life.

She wore no bra judging by the way her breasts lifted and moved with time her hips changed direction. Issei wished she were a part of a club that he and his buddies peeped on. He'd offer up his left arm, just to see those puppies revealed, and that little smirk on her face that she so often showed.

"Houki….Ah! There we are. Hyoudou!"

Wait what?

Rias had apparently found what she was looking for, as her fingers picked a folder from the cabinet.

His raging libido had been killed, the moment he heard her whisper his name.

She stood, the show ending when her skirt fell back into place and walked passed Issei towards Sona's desk.

That manila folder made him nervous.

What was Rias doing, looking into him?

His reputation made it a near impossible thought, for her to be interested in any way. The perverted beast of Kuoh was not someone that Rias Gremory would associate with.

She opened it slowly, the picture taken at the beginning of the term being the first thing seen.

Issei glanced up from her, and then back down to the page, seeing her fingers trace his picture.

"Are you the one?" Her voice, normally so confident, sounded desperate.

"Will you be able to help me?"

With what? He was almost dying to ask. But he needed to stay out of sight.

Clearly the saying, out of sight out of mind, wasn't happening here.

"I won't marry him. I won't accept being chained like that."

Oh.

So that's what this was about. Her arranged marriage, the one Sirzechs had ranted about the last time Issei saw him.

That decision never made sense to him. The Phenex family already had more possible heirs than any other house, including grandchildren. They weren't left with only one to carry on the name, like the Gremory family, like so many others.

And Rias' family knew that she wanted to marry for love. She wanted kids, a family, she had no issue with carrying on the Gremory name.

What she had a problem with, was Riser Phenex.

Snobby, arrogant, entitled, the Phenex pretty boy prodigy. The only girls that came to him willingly were the ones with deep seated daddy issues.

Riser wasn't a bad guy per se, he just needed a massive attitude adjustment.

From a purely genetic standpoint, the marriage made sense. Who in their right mind would want to mess with someone armed with the power of destruction, and phenex regeneration?

Not Issei, that's for damn sure. It didn't matter how much stronger than them he was, a fight like that sounded like a horrible idea.

Watching the way her eyes clouded over, made him want to comfort her, the same way he did with Sera when those flashbacks and nightmares came.

"I won't just be some trophy wife, only there to show off to his peers, and pop out kids he'll never see."

Rias took a little time to go through the basic info in his file, and all Issei could do was watch silently.

When she left, the folder went along too.

-LineBreak-

"Dude, you look like you're about to pass out."

Issei could hardly even make out the forms of his two friends standing in front of his desk. His eyes kept wanting to close, and the fight to keep them open was a losing one.

"Nah, 's gooooood."

Matsuda and Motohama very much doubted that. Their friend and co-conspirator could manage a great many feats, but they doubted that he could so much as stand right now.

The bags under his eyes were so dark it looked like make-up had been generously applied.

Issei lost focus on them, his mind drifting off into realms unknown. Well, to them it was unknown.

It hadn't been intended for him to stay up all night, but it had happened nonetheless. For what should he find when he got home after successfully completing the favor his king had asked of him?

There was a distinct lack of lingerie, there was no ass grinding mercilessly on his lap, no large perky tits being shoved into his face, that's for sure.

Nope. Upon returning home, Issei had walked into a fucking freezer. His home was covered in frost, the furniture, tv, walls and ceiling. All of it. That was never a good sign, and a mild panic had set in.

Low and behold, when he made it upstairs not only did the frost get thicker, but he could hear the sniffles.

Lying face down on his bed, crying tears that were just as soon turning to ice, was his best friend Serafall Leviathan. She was more than that to him… But Grayfia had been very specific on what was and was not allowed for the devil kings, which was in direct opposition to what he wanted.

She never told him what the problem was, nor did he ask.

The only thing he had done was scoop her up into his arms and hold her. Shivering from the byproduct of her own power, she had latched onto him like she'd never done before. Fingers that held strength far greater than any would think tore into his shirt as she clenched.

Issei wasn't sure he'd ever forget the feeling of those icy droplets falling from her cheeks and into the crook of his neck.

In fact, the only time she'd ever even gotten close to the state she was last night was the time when….

"H-hello. You're Issei right? Issei Hyoudou?"

Wait…

"Wha…?"

Where in the fuck was he?

He must have spaced out for quite a while, because the sun was setting, and he was outside.

Nowhere near the school at the moment.

Turning towards the voice, a little too quickly for his current state as he almost toppled over from an onset of vertigo, Issei had to squint.

A blur that was mostly black, but there was some red and green in there too. Shorter than him, and unless his ears and general knowledge of bodies was failing him, most definitely a young woman.

His vision was swimming and his head was starting to throb in a very annoying way. Issei rubbed at his eyes, hoping that he'd be able to see more clearly.

It didn't work as intended, partially because of how the setting sun sent everything into an orange glow and was sitting just to the left of the figure before him, perfectly at eye level. The intense light was only making things worse.

He'd rather go back to sleepwalking through the day for right now, thank you very much.

A yawn came over him, so wide and drawn out that even Ddraig would be hard pressed to do better, followed by another attempt to rub his eyes into working as they should.

While that pounding between his ears continued to grate on his nerves and sensibilities, all of that was forgotten as the core of Issei's being shouted in delight at what he was finally able to see.

Even as his eyes were struggling to stay open, they roamed up from the ground.

From the brown shoes and white calf-high socks with that red stripe at the top, to the soft looking thighs. The dark green skirt was a bit longer than the one Kuoh issued. That deep red jacket though, the way it cinched at her waist her arms at her sides holding that briefcase, popped her breasts that were already larger than average for a girl her height and probable age.

Under normal circumstances, Issei would have noticed how all of this added to a conclusion that would have made him cautious.

Her facial features were soft and inviting, nervous smile and violet eyes endearing his sleep-deprived mind to her. A breeze kicked up then, and her waist length raven hair tussled, bangs obscuring an eye for a fraction of a second before moving back to its place.

"Can't be from Kuoh. I would've noticed a girl that beautiful before."

Issei was not fully himself at the moment. His brain and body were having trouble communicating, so the fact that he'd said that aloud went unnoticed.

The surprise that came over her was missed, and so was the blush followed shortly after. He was losing the fight to stay awake, not fully aware of what was going on around him anymore.

Stepping forward slowly, wobbling with each one, Issei came closer to the girl trying to get his attention. Not even his primal tendencies and desires could keep him focused right now, and he'd fallen into a half-asleep state, rendering the girl as nothing more than a figment of his unconscious.

A pleasant one to look at, but still just his brain piecing together aspects of a woman that he found attractive and throwing it together.

"Wou-…. Go…. Me?" She was saying something, and that vertigo was coming back with a vengeance. The clouds looked like they were spinning, the sun a streak of light in his vision rather than its usual circular shape.

"Yea." The words spilled from his lips just the same as he always did when he was pretending to be following along with a conversation.

And then the world tipped rather than spun, a rushing sound of air coming to his ears.

A happy cheer followed behind it, which turned into a yelp right as his face collided with something…squishy. Warm too.

'Hmmmm… squishy warm pillow.' The scent of lilac filled his nose. His pillow was never this comfortable before. It reminded Issei of something else, but that something was lost in the pool of sludge that was his mind at the moment.

"Dating for not even a minute and you're already sticking your face in my tits. No wonder those girls hate you." The voice was deeper, more seductive rather than sweet.

If the rhythmic pattern of his breathing was any indication, Issei was no longer awake, having fallen completely into the realm of dreams seconds after his face was planted in the breasts of a girl that had called out to him on the bridge.

-LineBreak-

After years of trying to get his attention, Raynare had finally been given that moment alone with him. Her hands had been twitching, just waiting for a hint that he finally wanted her too, and she'd shred her clothes to pieces and position herself on his desk.

Some might call her a whore, slut, tramp or whatever names that came to mind, but she wouldn't have cared in the slightest.

Then those words spilled out of his mouth, and her dreams of having Azazel balls deep into her had been promptly and viciously murdered. It had been a long shot in the first place, a fact that had been told to her many, many times.

Granted, this was at least half her own fault.

Azazel had never been one to advocate for war, and every skirmish the fallen had with the other two sides was met by him not being seen by anyone but the other leaders for days at a time.

Her blind search for his recognition had led her there, and the deaths that followed were on her hands. She should have just taken that security job when it had been offered to her. Instead, Raynare had somehow got it in her head that Azazel would be impressed and happy with her, if she were to head off and take out one of the up and coming peerages the fallen had heard of.

A bishop, 3 pawns and their king. All young, the eldest of which was the bishop who was 20. Murdered in broad daylight for all the factions to see, lacking the usual stealth that her missions were always completed with.

By some blessing, they hadn't seen her face, only knew that it was a fallen that had done the deed.

"I don't know what made you do it. But you certainly have my attention now."

The smirk that was always present hadn't left, so she'd taken that as a good sign. But then she saw his eyes.

Anger.

Hardly restrained rage being directed right towards her, and the only reason she still had her head was probably because Azazel didn't want to risk their numbers any more than was absolutely necessary. So, while yes, she had killed a devil and peerage, they hadn't been pillar members.

It was one of those upstart extra families that had moved up in status over the last century.

That was the only reason that Azazel hadn't handed her over to the devils or killed her himself. Through some sort of political gymnastics, her leader had managed to get the devil kings to back off and let him handle things.

"You have no idea how close you were to being strung up in front of a crowd in Lilith and executed publicly."

Thus began the most boring decade of her life. Observing potential sacred gear users. After confirming that they actually held one, and they were dangerous, she was to report up the chain and wait for orders to eliminate them. If they weren't, either leave them be or recruit them, it depended on their mental state and situation.

Only 2 so far had needed to be killed.

10 years, dozens of missions, and no way of furthering her potential relationship with Azazel. In fact, he had made it abundantly clear that he didn't trust her and would rather keep his distance. Looking back on things, she couldn't find any way to blame him for that.

The latest of these missions came with a very clear subtext. Stay off the devil's radar. Otherwise, they could deal with her as they pleased. Something had happened within the last few months that had made the fallen and the church a little wary.

A devil of unknown status had managed to infiltrate a church near the fucking Vatican and get away with his body intact. Though that was only because of the sweet little thing that had healed him up. Whatever the end game for that little ploy was, it couldn't be good.

If she were being perfectly honest, it stunk to high hell of deeper motive. Maybe not… but what devil in their right mind would want to get so close to Heaven's seat of power in the human world? Vasco Strada was just a call away, and that man was the very definition of righteous human strength.

Now here she was, in a suburb in Japan scouting out a potential high-class sacred gear. If Azazel was right, it might even be a longinus. She couldn't fuck this one up. This needed to be done right, by the book as it were. If any of these missions had to be handled with care, it was this one.

All she had been given was the name, the school he attended, and the town.

Issei Hyoudou, 2nd year student of Kuoh Academy in Kuoh Japan. Where things got messy was learning that the place was the territory of Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri, both of which were the younger siblings to a Devil King.

So she had 2 schools of thought on how this particular mission should go. The first was that she should just let the kid go should he prove to be a threat to the devils in the area. It would destabilize things enough to the point where the fallen could potentially move on some of the other sacred gear users that moved between devil and fallen territory.

That one was more in line with how she'd though back when this entire mess started, so was pushed to the last in line.

The other, was to come in, do her job quietly and discretely and get the fuck out. Sirzechs Lucifer was the strongest devil to have ever existed, rumored to be ten times stronger than the original. Serafall Leviathan was nothing to scoff at either, wielding ice magic that could freeze entire cities in the blink of an eye.

From early on he was easily picked out from the crowd. Brown hair, light brown eyes that looked gold in the right lighting, average height. His build was a little harder to determine because his clothes were usually just baggy enough to hide it. She wrote that off as a comfort thing, either he didn't like the clothes sticking to his skin, or he was image conscious.

Even thinking about that last part made her laugh. The young man she'd been sent here to spy on didn't seem to give a damn about what others thought. He openly admitted to being a pervert, and associated with the two others that were among his rank almost exclusively.

But there was something about him, even from afar, that caught her attention. That dopey smile that led one to believe that he wasn't particularly smart or skilled in any field, that easy stance that seemed lazy.

It reminded her of some of the other fallen that were tasked to spy in close quarters.

It was fake as hell, and yet so perfectly crafted that no one picked up on it.

The only reason she did, was because she happened to be using a magic that extended her vision from a long distance and watched him walking towards his apartment building. That look had vanished.

Where once there had been a teenage boy with a devil may care attitude as long as he saw some thighs, tits or ass, she then saw a hunter. Something was off about him, but she couldn't tell what it might be.

If he had already activated his sacred gear and was aware of the supernatural, then he didn't seem to have a problem with devils, because he stared at them just as much as the human girls. What human that had been given one of God's mystical gifts, wouldn't use it if given the chance?

And as far as she could tell, he hadn't been using it.

As the days ticked by, she caught glimpses of that prowling expression. They were quickly hidden, but she knew they were there. She could sense nothing out of the ordinary from him, which only made her observation harder.

He spent his time after school in his apartment, a 3rd floor unit in a decent looking building. It didn't appear as though his parents were in the picture, so they had either gotten him the place while they lived elsewhere or weren't in his life in one way or another. She hadn't found that out yet.

With his reputation at school, she was surprised to see that there weren't any visible posters of naked or near naked women, though his intake of porn on the internet was a bit excessive in her opinion.

But then again, if he did have a sacred gear, they were known to affect the user in various ways depending on which one it might be.

When she saw the way the Redheaded devil was eyeing him through the window, Raynare knew that she had to take a closer look.

It seemed simple enough. He had the libido of a rabbit, and very few friends. None of which were female, she might add. The girls at Kuoh seemed to despise the very existence of the three boys that peeked on whatever girls they could.

She needed to get close to try and get a better feel for what sacred gear he might have, and if it had been activated at least once. The interaction with her would also help to figure out what state he was in mentally.

The best course of action, Raynare figured, was to approach him and ask him out. She would be able to get close, playing the part of a blushing school girl, and have an excuse to get to know him a bit.

To say it hadn't gone to plan was an understatement. Azazel had contacted her the night before and asked for an update, only to hear that she had nothing solid to go on.

Then she saw Issei walking to school, looking like he was still asleep.

It hadn't gotten better throughout the day, but she was out of time. It had to be now.

So she adjusted her appearance to look about his age, perhaps a bit younger cause she figured he'd be less inclined to question an older girl approaching someone with his reputation.

Yuuma Amano was the name she'd chosen to go with, and she felt it was appropriate since they had met up as the sun was setting. He looked dead on his feet, eyes struggling to stay open, stance uneasy, like he could just collapse at any moment.

Raynare felt no shame in admitting that she'd been a little caught off guard by his comment on her being beautiful, and knowing that he'd never seen her before, only because she could tell that he hadn't meant to say it.

The sleeping mind was more vulnerable, and Issei was practically asleep standing up. Anything he said was likely to be as true as could be. The head on his shoulders was clearly doing none of the thinking as his eyes roamed over her body, but again it didn't feel like she was just being ogled.

It felt like her entire existence was being measured. There no power radiating off of him, so that made no sense.

"Would…Would you go out with me?" She preferred to play the confident woman, that being closer to her true self, but this was necessary. No high school girl would be comfortable with being so upfront.

When he said yes, it was barely audible to her ears, but still she felt a measure of relief. Step 1 completed. At least she could tell Azazel something.

And then Issei had passed out on his feet, falling into her and bringing her down to the ground with him.

'A pervert indeed.' She thought, looking down to see his face buried in between her breasts.

"Dating for not even a minute and you're already sticking your face in my tits. No wonder those girls hate you." Her true voice had slipped out by accident from the surprise in how things changed so quickly.

She held her breath, waiting for some sort of sign from him.

Nothing, he was out cold.

Before she could even consciously think about what she was doing, her fingers had started threading through his hair. She'd imagined doing something like this a million times, but only with a handful of people. She had only done this with a few less than that.

He was warm, warm enough that it was noticeable even through both sets of their clothes almost immediately.

With how tired he was, perhaps he was getting sick. The few times she'd witnessed a fallen sick, their own power had dropped dramatically too, though not even the weakest of them would drop to feeling like they weren't even there.

Plus, humans weren't usually affected like…

Her hand stopped.

Raynare closed her eyes and focused on whatever she might be able to feel from Issei through her supernatural senses.

Nothing. Again.

'That's not right.'

Even human children had a little sign of magic in them, for him to not give off any was… problematic.

Especially if he had a sacred gear.

'Okay. Don't panic. If he's already developed enough magical ability to suppress himself than that might make him easier to convince. No signs of him being a threat to anyone so far.'

But the fact remained… How had no one heard of him yet if he was talented enough to do that?

END!

Another thing I've had sitting around for months, since Feb I think.

I'm almost done with Isolated Joker, but once that's done I don't really know when any other updates will come.

I'm in the process of buying a house, and things are kinda crazy right now. I will do what I can, when I can do it.

Thanks to Revan's Stories for reading this through.