End of the 'Date' and Meeting A Doppelganger Nun

"Come on, Akira-kun! The fountain isn't too far away!" Raynare said, her fake smile spread across her face as she tugged at my hand, trying to drag me along - her impatience was showing - before she stopped and looked back at me with a coy expression, "We can finally be alone when we get there..." she suggestively said with a voice that would make any teenage boy's blood boil.

Sadly for her, I knew why she was trying to lead me away toward this fountain - it was indeed so we'd be alone, but that was because she didn't want to leave any witnesses when she killed me.

Or tried to, at least.

Smiling an equally fake smile, I felt some actual joy at this date coming to an end. Even if this was technically the first date I'd been on, and with such a beautiful girl as well, the entire experience was soured by the fact that this 'girl' was about to try and kill me. That thought was what had been playing on my mind throughout the entire day.

I let myself get dragged along and finally we found ourselves in the middle of the park, next to a fountain. The sky was bright and clear, and the stars flickered like gems in the sky. The moonlight shone onto us and was reflected off of the waters surface, making the atmosphere seem very romantic. But I couldn't care less for that as I mobilized my Demonic Power and got ready to react to whatever she tried.

"I sure had fun today, Akira-kun..." Raynare looked away from me, twisting her foot on the spot like she was nervous.

"Mhm, it was nice, Yuma-san," I nodded, walking in front of her and looking down into the fountain.

"Can..." she stuttered before seeming to gather her courage, "Can I ask you a question?" and seeing my nod, she carried on, "In honor of our first date, there's something I'd like you to do..." she said, leaving the assumption out there that she meant a kiss or whatever.

Some poor guy or girl could have fallen for this girls tricks...and it boils my blood.

Gripping my fist, I grit my teeth and did my best to keep myself calm, "Sure, ask way, Yuma-san," I said, my voice even and calm. If it weren't for her misplaced arrogance, she'd have no doubt realized my odd actions, but nevertheless, she didn't.

The air around her went completely dark for a second, the innocence that was there was gone and replacing it was a sinister energy that reminded me of something that was once pure, had now been tainted. Honestly, it reminded me of...Ryo.

I felt my body burn in rage at the sensation of this energy, but I reeled in my anger, knowing that I couldn't mess this up.

"Would you...die for me?" she asked, her voice quite a bit lower than the innocently high-pitched voice of earlier. I looked over to her and squinted my eyes, yet I didn't say anything and her smile turned sadistic and wide, "What? Too shocked to say anything, A-ki-ra-kun~" she mockingly said before laughing.

Suddenly an explosion of energy came from her and her clothes ripped themselves off under the stress, showing off her naked body. Yet I was unfazed and just watched as black, leather-like material covered her breasts and genitals.

She grew a bit more mature-looking as well, now looking like a woman in her earlier twenties.

"I must admit, it was fun today. Especially seeing as it was a date with such a handsome young man such as yourself~" she smiled widely, a slight blush across her face, "If I didn't have to kill you, I'd keep you as a toy. You remind me so much of the man who made me Fall from lust...Oh well, I'm sure there are others out there!" she laughed once again her, face twisting in brutality and viciousness. Mixed with the blush on her face and it made her look completely insane.

She outstretched her hand, still cackling madly, and with a burst of red light, a spear made of white energy appeared in her hand, "Well, it was fun, Akira, but now...DIE!" she thrust her spear at me, and her expression morphed into sick pleasure, as if she could already feel the flesh being pierced by her spear.

...I wish I never said that line.

But her twisted pleasure would have to wait, as I grabbed the spear, stopping it in it's tracks before it could even enter my abdomen where she'd aimed.

"Sorry..." I said, a smile creeping over my face as my teeth turned into fangs and my body size increased by a little, "But..." claws jutted out of my hands and out of my shoes, ruining them. I felt the lines that naturally stretched from the bottom of my eyes, lengthen even further down my cheeks, "I have a tutor session to go to after this, so I'm afraid I can't die right now!" I roared before sending my own hand through Raynare's stomach, making her cough up a copious amount of blood.

"H-How?!" she screamed, her teeth bloody and her breath reeking of it, but all I did was smile and let my earlier rage, loose.

My body temperature started to heat up and smoke started to come from Raynare's body.

"Why did you want to kill me?" I asked calmly, despite the manic smile across my face. My demon instincts taking immense joy in the act of torture, "What's the point in killing a normal human with a Sacred Gear?"

"You w-were supposed to be a lowly human! H-how are you so s-strong?!" she coughed up blood once more but from the steam coming off the blood, I could tell this specific piece of torture was working well enough. But even with all the rage in me, and the fact that she would have killed me given the chance, I didn't like doing this. So I turned up the temperature in hopes that it would convince her to answer, "Arghhh!" her screaming wasn't particularly pleasant but my demon side enjoyed it.

As a Devilman, I was a walking contradiction. A battle of two races in one body. It never made sense back then, so it doesn't make sense now. Like seriously, how can someone be smiling the way I am right now, and then say they don't like what they're doing.

Sighing, my smile faded slightly before I looked at Raynare with a serious gaze, "Hurry up and give me an answer on why you tried to kill me, or this will only get worse," I said, the threat in my voice not veiled at all.

"You're a risk to us! To the Fallen Angels! We're trying to wipe out as many Human's with Sacred Gears as possible so they can't be used by those fucking Devils!" she screeched, trying to get herself off of my arm and out of her impalement, but it didn't work as I'd dug my claws into the flesh on her back.

So, if she got free, she'd be missing most of her torso.

"And you been ordered to this by your superiors? By the leaders of Grigori?" I asked, my voice still steely and cold. I'd been educated on matters of this world outside of History, which was fortunate. I knew the main groups of each of the factions - mainly about the Maou, Grigori, and Heaven.

"Argh! No, not directly but I know what Azazel-sama wants me to do! For the glory of the Fallen Angels!" she screamed again and I could only shake my head in disappointment.

"So you're only a dog off their leash. What a waste of time..." I said, preparing to knock her out so I could take her to Rias' but before I could do so, a light-spear hit my chest squarely, blowing me back a few steps. Taking this chance, Raynare de-summoned her light spear and it appeared behind her, floating in mid-air before swinging down at my fingers.

Not wanting to have to stick my fingers back on, I let go of Raynare and she bounded backward, covering the hole in her stomach with her hand as it spewed out blood.

Though she seemed to want some form of revenge as she lifted her hand and fired off multiple light-spears in my direction. Smirking, I let out my wings before bounding backward myself, aided by a flap of my wings which lifted me over the light-spears.

Looking behind Raynare I saw another Fallen Angel; a tall and buxom woman with brown eyes and long, navy blue hair that obscured her right eye. She was dressed like a lady who worked in an office and without the pair of black feathered wings behind her, she'd just look like a beautiful, yet cold, office lady.

Seeing my wings, Raynare and the other Fallen Angel both frowned before Raynare spoke with hatred practically dripping off of her words, "So you were a Devil...now I feel disgusted at myself for finding you attractive...Whatever. I'll just kill you now that Kalawarner is here," she smirked, her twisted and sadistic look back in full swing.

The bleeding on her stomach stopped and I'd have to assume that she'd used some kind of magic to stop it. But before Raynare could jump back into action, the blue-haired Fallen Angel, Kalawarner, put a hand on Raynare's shoulder before whispering in her ear at a volume she assumed I couldn't hear.

Unfortunately I heard everything. Demon senses and all that.

"We need to get back to the church. Freed is there with some news and we have that Sacred Gear girl coming tomorrow. We can't risk the plan over one Devil, Raynare," she harshly whispered and despite the annoyance filled look Raynare gave the woman, she nodded in the end.

Without warning, a magic circle appeared below them and they disappeared, presumably teleporting away. I didn't try to chase after them or stop them. Why? Because I had all the information I needed. Plus, I knew where their base was. I could get them when I wanted, but with back-up. I could handle them on my own, my instincts tell me that, but it never hurts to go with back-up. There's no such thing as overkill, after all.

Not to a Devilman, at least.

Smirking, I turned around before lifting myself into the sky and flying back to Rias'.

. . .

"And you're sure she wasn't ordered by her superiors to do this?" Rias asked me, her face serious, yet I couldn't take her serious in what she was wearing.

"...Yes, I'm sure. She sounded delusional and like she'd misunderstood her orders," I replied, somewhat awkwardly, before pointing at her clothes, "Rias...why are you wearing that?"

Rias, opposed to the school uniform or the casual clothes she usually wears, was now wearing a red blazer over a white blouse that was tucked into a red office skirt. She was currently holding a book featuring the history of this world and was peering through some red-rimmed glasses while speaking to me.

She looked exactly like a teacher. Well, more like the sexy female teacher stereotype.

I'm sure if the guys at school could see her right now, they'd blow a blood vessel in their nose. Unfortunately for them, I'm the only one who can see it.

Forgetting what we were just talking about, Rias smiled widely and her eyes looked at me with a hopeful look in them, "Oh! How do you think I look in these clothes, Akira? I had them sent here so I fit the part for your tutoring session!" she did a spin, and looking at how the clothes hugged her curves and brought attention to her perky ass and large bust, I had to hold a tight rein over my lust as it threatened to break free.

"You look brilliant in it, Rias but--!" I tried to speak but I was interrupt by Rias getting up in my face, holding my hand against her chest, looking up at me with joy. She wasn't trying to seduce me, the innocence in her face telling me that.

Didn't mean I wasn't getting seduced into lust by her actions, however.

"Really?" she joyfully said, her smile wide and bright, "Then I'll make sure to wear it to all of your lessons!" her resolve was so innocent and pure that I couldn't bring myself to deny her or correct her, so I just backed away, taking some deep breaths and trying not to jump the girl in front of me.

She's a beautiful girl, but I won't go as far as to enforce my lust on someone. No matter what. Especially to someone like Rias who actually means something to me.

"Fufufu~ What a lucky boy you are, Akira-kun - having two beautiful teachers personally tutor them is every teenage boy's dream, isn't it~?" a playful voice came from behind me and I turned to see Akeno in the same kind of get up as Rias, yet her blazer and skirt were black, while her blouse was purple. She was also wearing stockings which only seemed to increase the sexiness she was exuding for some reason.

Why the hell are they dressed up like this?!

Was all I could think before I calmed myself and looked back to Rias, "Do you need to know anything else about the Fallen Angels, Rias?" I decided to put us back on track with the original conversation before anything weirder happened.

But Rias crushed that hope as she put a finger on her chin as she listed off things.

"You told me about their base, what they're trying to do, and how they seem to be gathering together to do something...so, nope! I know all I need to know to make an informed decision!" she beamed a smile before picking up her history book again and adjusting her glasses, "Now then, let's get the study session underway! Akeno, come and sit next to Akira and help him when he needs it!"

Akeno came from behind me and sat me down on the sofa of the Occult Research Clubroom before sitting next to me.

...Don't go nuts, Akira. Just stay calm.

. . .

*Beep beep beep beep--!*

*Crack!*

I slammed my hand down on the beeping alarm clock, practically squashing it flat, if it didn't explode outward in the end. Sitting up from my lying position, I dragged a hand across my face as I flipped my legs off my bed and onto the floor.

Last night was a real hassle. I learnt things, sure, but I also had to keep a tight hold over my lust. Especially with Akeno's teasing. Rias was just innocently seductive at times as well. It was only made worse (or better) by how beautiful the two of them were.

Rias was quite foreign-looking, which gave her a unique and exotic feel. While Akeno was a traditional Japanese beauty or a Yamato nadeshiko. At least in appearance wise. Personality wise, she was an innocent succubus. Innocent because I could tell she'd never had a boyfriend before but also a succubus because of her seemingly instinctive need to tease me sexually in some way.

Sounds like I'd had a lot of time to think about this, huh? Well I did have a lot of time to think about it. Last night. While I was alone in my room doing absolutely nothing.

Guiltily, I looked over at the small bin next to my bed, filled with used, crumpled up tissue paper.

...I don't know how I'll look them in the eye after how much masturbation I did last night. Demon physiology has it perks but some of them can be hard to manage, honestly.

Looking straight forward again, I looked into the body-length mirror opposite me.

I messed about with my hair, while also looking over my body. If I had to describe my body in one way it would be that it looks like a body made for fighting. Lean, yet still bulky enough to pack a punch, a relatively small waist and hip-region, with wide shoulders, all of which were packed full with muscles. Not an ounce of fat in sight, either. Extremely well-muscled legs and arms, with calloused hands and sharp knuckles that looked like they were made for punching someone.

I stood up and did a guesstimate of my height. Probably around 6 foot or higher, if I had to take a guess at it.

Though in my opinion the scars across my body did mar the look of my body, I wasn't exactly self-conscious about them. I wouldn't go around showing them off, either.

The weirdest part about my body was the black outlines around my eyes which were especially accentuated around the side and bottom of my eyes, where they pointed outwards like mini-black daggers. Honestly, it looked like make-up, but kinda cool, I guess?

Sighing, I closed my eyes and wiped my face with my hands again.

Upon opening my eyes again, I stopped being vain and staring at my body, and decided to get dressed. After getting dressed, I sent a fireball into my metal bin, incinerating all the embarrassing evidence in one swoop.

They never needed to know.

. . .

POV Change - Rias

Akira can never find out that I was peeking at him last night!

I felt my face burn even hotter when I thought about it. Seeing him...masturbate...

"Kyaa~!" I stuffed my head into my pillow before rolling around on my bed, all the while letting out an embarrassed scream. Though I did stop when I remembered one detail about Akira, "He...are they really supposed to be so big...?" I asked myself but even then, my face burned under the embarrassment of what I was asking, and I continued my rolling.

But...why did he have to say my name that one time...? Doesn't he know it's bad to give a girl ideas?

. . .

POV Change - Akira

After a quick breakfast - I wanted to be done before Rias and Akeno were done getting dressed - I left the house.

I know it's nothing to be embarrassed about - it's a natural act!

...It just feels a bit weird. But whatever--

Bringing me out of my thoughts, I saw a blonde girl, dressed like a nun, fall over onto her front as her skirt flipped up and showed her white panties which were tight enough to not leave much to my imagination.

My first thought, was; is this a goddamn anime?

(A/N - If only you knew~)

Then my second thought was to help the girl. So I did. I'd always been a bit religious, having grown up with the Makimura's, so I had a load of respect for nuns and the like. Though my faith never expanded that far, especially not after becoming a Devilman and meeting Satan...

I ignored those thoughts, not really wanting to address them right now, and offered a hand to the girl who'd fallen down, "Are you okay, Miss?" I asked, trying to sound friendly and gentle as I knew how my appearance sometimes gave off the idea that I was a delinquent or whatever. In reply to my voice, the blonde figure shot up before going into a fluster.

"I-I'm, ah, this stupid head cloth!" she whispered to herself, her voice embarrassed and flustered and it made me smile. Feeling the need to help her, I helped her up by picking her up, and despite a yelp, she didn't refuse my help.

As she got her footing, she moved the head cloth out of the way of her face but when she did, I felt my blood run cold and my heart felt like it had stopped beating.

The only thing different was blonde hair...but everything else...looks exactly like...Miki.

Staring into the green eyes that had haunted my nightmares ever since 'that' day. I felt my head pound in both psychological and emotional pain.