"KYYYAAA! IT'S PRINCE KIBA!"

"Really?! Where?!"

"Look, he's with Issei!"

"O-M-G! He's got Kiba!"

"Maybe... you don't think-?!"

"Maybe it is!"

Artoria sighed, rubbing her- his head to clear away the headache, clearly these girls are the ones who are more interested in relationships and school gossip. S- He could swear right now, if not for possibly making the whole situation worse.

"Uhm, please excuse them," his companion rubbed the back of his head, clearly exasperated by the adoring- actually, it would be more appropriate to call them hormonal -fangirls.

Kiba Yuuto, the "Prince of Kuoh," was clearly somebody popular, and it was quite obvious for a few reasons. One was the fact he was handsome. A nice, lean but athletic build combined with his slightly platinum blonde hair, a face with the most alluring blue eyes, enchanted with a beauty mark under his left eye made that very clear. Another was his general attitude and personality. Unlike most males who enrolled, Kiba was a man who did not partake in actively oggling and perving on the local women. No, he in fact was mostly chivalrous in a sense, attending to many a girl's need, and wanting nothing in return. He, in essence, is like a classical knight from many tales, plucked out from a story and put into the modern world.

And it made Artoria both curious and slightly jealous. Just a little.

"Um, Hyoudou? Are you alright?"

Blinking out of his- it seems she's now getting the hang of it again -thoughts, the now normal King looked back at his companion, currently standing still, waiting for someone.

"Y-yes. I was merely... disturbed by what they said." Artoria nodded.

"Ah, well, don't worry. It's basically nothing. They just have overactive imaginations," Kiba smiled.

Nodding at the answer, Artoria resumed walking along, keeping himself silent throughout the walk.

As they passed by various students and faculty members, Artoria started thinking, going back to what his Master said to him that morning.

Remember, you are not King Arthur, the leader of Camelot and the Knights of the Round Table. You are Issei Hyoudou, my... slightly perverted brother who hates the pretty boys at school and wants to be Harem King. Got it?

Honestly, why couldn't this Issei be a functioning member of society not obsessed with the most sinful and perverted thoughts?

And that order from that morning also brought to attention to his current appearance.

While the boy's physical appearance was kept, many small changes clearly had an affect. What was previously just messy, spiky brown hair was now straight, kept hair that faded from brown to blonde. Brown eyes now green that showed conviction. A body that was once lean, yet frail was now slightly muscular, though the uniform over him hid it all very well.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, both arrived at their destination, an old, run down European-style school building. The run down part wasn't ever exaggerating, as many of the bricks and stoneworks were now either rotting, broken, chipped, or had vines and such growing on them. Oddly enough, the doors and steps seemed well kempt.

"Shall we enter?" Kiba asked politely.

Giving only a nod, Arotria watched as the boy went up to the two doors and knocked one on of them, waiting for a second before turning back to Artoria.

"We can go in."

As both teens entered the building, it was now more evident people frequented it, as the hall was lit up by candles, the carpet was bright and looked new, and all the doors were still as shiny and unblemished as if they were just put there after construction finished. It was like night and day, the exterior and interior were.

As both climbed up to the second floor, Artoria thought he heard something. Hm, must be his nerves...

"We're here," Kiba announced, stopping at one particular door. He went to turn the knob, but he then looked at Artoria, "I also implore you, please don't look at my fellow club members."

Ah yes, one detail that almost evaded Artoria's thoughts. Apparently, Kiba was part of this "Occult Research Club," an relatively secretive club with it's main focus being the study of the supernatural. Frankly, Artoria thought it seemed silly at first, since the point of a school club was to provide a way to educate it's members on skills that may help them in the future. However, now with a more... proper explanation, he could see why the school allowed it.

It was still a little odd, though, there was no denying that.

As both entered the room, Artoria mentally prepared himself.

What he saw was not what he expected.

What once seemed to be an office, it was now renovated into a much more quaint and comfortable living space. However, that innocence was burned down due to the various candles that dotted the area, along with the large red circle in the corner. Oh, and that was not mentioning the open shower at the end of one side of the room.

Artoria felt another headache coming in.

Walking up to the main couch, Kiba motioned to it's current user, "I'm sure you know of Koneko Toujou?"

Koneko Toujou, a young first year with white hair and yellow eyes that seemed to give off an unnatural feeling. Of course he knew of her. With those traits, Koneko basically became somewhat of an unoffical mascot for the school.

"...Pervert."

...Along with a tongue as sharp as the most fine steel.

"Now now, Koneko, we don't just start insulting our guests," Kiba started, scolding the young girl as if she was his daughter.

"..." Koneko merely looked at Artoria again, before looking at KIba, "But he is."

Artoria felt his eye twitching.

"Um, well, we have another member currently preparing tea for us, so why don't you sit down," Kiba awkwardly lead Artoria to another seat across from Koneko, motioning for him to sit down.

As the pretty boy walked away, Artoria sat down, his thoughts now studying the girl across him.

"She certainly has a wit to her, I will give her that. However, the fact that she would taunt me with... my status... clearly shows that she's willing to use the information provided to her. However, I still can't get much of a read of her. It's almost as if she's hiding something..."

"Ah, I didn't expect you so soon!"

This new voice made Artoria look to his side, eyes meeting one more member of the club.

Akeno Himejima. A fitting last name for a stunning beauty. With a body as curvy and unblemished like that, combined with her gentle face, purple eyes, and dark hair tied back, she was the epitome of the "dream girl."

Setting down a cup onto the table, Akeno brought up the kettle in her hand, "Would you like some tea while waiting?"

"Yes, I would," Artoria brought up his cup, allowing the girl to pour in the warm concoction. As he drank the tea, Artoria felt the nice, warm sensation flow through him. Setting down the cup, Artoria nodded, looking up at Akeno, "It is a nice blend. May I ask what tea it was?"

"Ah, it was merely but a normal green tea, Issei," Akeno smiled, bowing slightly.

"Still, I must commend your skill, the blend is one of the best I have ever tried," Artoria allowed himself to smile.

"Ah, your compliments are not truly needed."

"Well, it seems you two have been properly introduced to each other," Kiba came back, carrying two more cups, placing one in front of Koneko, and the other at the end of the table.

"Ufufu, why, it was merely just small talk, Kiba," Akeno chuckled, placing the kettle onto the table.

"Akeno, can you get me my towel?" A new voice echoed out into the room.

Walking away to the shower at the end of the room, Akeno grabbed a nearby towel, giving it to the person behind the relatively thin curtains.

"Thank you, Akeno," the new person revealed herself, covered in only a small towel, barely protecting their modesty. As expected of themselves, Artoria looked away, not allowing the-

You are not King Arthur.

That order caused Arotria some hesitation, allowing her to get a glimpse of this new person.

Wet crimson hair clung onto soft, slightly pale skin, supple breasts barely covered by a somewhat thin cover-

Artoria finally looked away, certain his face now much more red than it was before.

"Ara, it seems that Issei doesn't wanna look," her voice was like that of velvet, "and here I thought you were all for this up close and personal look~"

"I- I apologize, I didn't mean to-"

"Oh well, it seems I have to cover myself up now..."

A sizeable silence followed, with only the sounds of clothes being put on and some... very indecent moans breaking it.

"Aw, I was expecting you to try and give a protest, but it seems I was wrong," she voice her disappointment, "well, you can look now."

Finally allowing himself a breathe of relief, Artoria looked up, now able to give thoughts on this person.

Three words perfectly described this person.

The first was beautiful. Her amazing body, with large hips and breasts, and a face so feminine. Bright cerulean eyes stared back, complimenting her previously described crimson hair.

The second was, undoubtly, alluring. With her past barely known, information on this individual was scarce.

And the third...

Was unnatural.

Artoria felt that sense coming from everyone in the room, however, this woman gave off the strongest feeling out of everyone, and this made Artoria become even more tense.

After all, if the person you were to meet has the last name of Gremory, one of the 72 demons from the Ars Goetia, you should feel somewhat cautious.

"I heard you all introduce each other to our guest here, so I might as well begin," Gremory began.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Issei. My name is Rias Gremory, and I am the president of this Occult Research Club."

"It is a pleasure as well," Artoria nodded, "though, may I ask why I was brought here?"

"Ah, well, it's related to something that happened yesterday," Rias answered, "but I believe it's better to get this out of the way."

"You see, Issei," as Rias started, everyone began to go near Rias, with only Kiba going near the door where he and Artoria entered.

"Everyone in this room, barring you..."

"Is a devil."

As soon as the last word left her lips, large, batlike wings sprang out of the Club member's backs, the force easily causing a weak gust to blow everything in the general area to be blown back.

The only action Artoria took was to calmly sip the now cool tea.

"Ah, how odd," Rias smiled, her friends now tensing more, "you aren't even reacting to this, I wonder why~?"

"Simple," Artoria answered, standing up now, "I merely felt something off with everyone related to this."

"Pray tell," Akeno came closer to Rias, "why would you feel that something was off?"

As Akeno was talking, Artoria began to walk closer to Kiba, who then began to tense up. Sensing his discomfort, Artoria decided to back up a bit, looking back to the ravenette with eyes full of distrust.

"Because," Artoria began to go into a stance, "creatures of hell cannot hide their presence well to those informed."

Rias merely narrowed her eyes, with Kiba now looking ready to pounce.

"Oh, then, please, explain now."

Closing his eyes, Arotria began to brace, ready at the moment.

"I'm home!"

"Ah, hey Issei- WHY THE FUCK ARE THE GREAT BEAUTIES HERE?!"

"So, this is your home, Issei?"

"...Cozy."

"Ara, what a nice home~"

"Hm, hm, thank you for allowing us here to your home, Issei."

"... We came to an agreement."

Okay, first. I am sorry for that formatting. Apparently something absolutely got fucked up when I put the files up, and so I went back to fix it. I will be getting to the gallows now.

Second, uh, sorry for not updating. With how the world is right now, I uh, kinda went insane from the lack of human interaction and uh, yeah.