A/N: Alrighty guys and girls. A few things before we are going to get this started. This is going to be a side story, one I write when I feel like it. My primary attention is still 'the forbidden princess'. I wrote this story on the one side because I liked Highschool DxD a lot and felt like doing it. On the other side I wanted something where I could mess around for a bit. You know this story is just for shit and giggles. It wasn't planned or anything, I just wrote. So maybe there a few plot-holes here and there, or the math doesn't really add up. If you are strict about those kind of things, don't read it. Don't worry, everything will make perfect sense, it's just the details that might not be that well thought out, you know?

Also, I know this is an anime fanfiction. And I know anime is watched with subtitles. Buuuut I didn't. Shame over my head, but I honestly liked the english dub better. Don't eat me alive. Why am I mentioning this? Well, don't expect any -kun -sama -sensei -san name endings. Reason I don't do this is easy. I don't know how to use them correctly. Personally I think it's better to leave something out than to do it wrong. Hopefully you can forgive me for that.

As always reviews are very much appreciated!

Now sit back and enjoy, while keeping in mind that this isn't meant serious at all.

chapter 1.

new life, new friends, new hope

Rias was looking out of one of the old schoolhouse's windows, which provided a great view over the school ground. The window was open and the president of the occult research club leaned on to the windowsill, watching down to the schoolyard. She let her gaze wander over the pupils slowly pouring through the main gate, before they made their way to their respective classes.

It was morning, maybe an hour before lessons would begin and the school was already very much alive. The crimson haired beauty scratched her nose, as her eyes wandered over a new face. She didn't realize at first, but her gaze returned quickly, following the new guy in his way. Kuoh-academy used to be exclusively for girls and it was only two years ago, when the board of directors decided to restructure the academy to allow mixed-education. To be honest, Rias imagined it worse, she thought the place would soon be flooded by teenage boys, driven by their hormones. But it could be worse, she assumed. Yes, there were a few hardcore-pervs, but other than that, most of the guys here seemed rather decent. Also, there didn't seem to be an awful lot of male students enrolled at all, the vast majority still was female. Rias let her thoughts wander around, while she inspected that new face on the schoolyard. She liked having track of who was who.

"Akeno?" Rias called for her best friend and servant. She heard her queen setting a cup of tea down on the table in the clubroom and getting up from the sofa.

"Yes, president?" Akeno replied, as she stepped to Rias' side, following her gaze to a rather tall boy, with dark black and tousled hair. The school uniform he was wearing didn't manage to hide is exquisite physique. He was very athletic and the sizes of the male school-uniforms seemed to be more for the slender type of person. He had a noticeably broad back and defined muscles, clearly visible in some areas on his suit coat. Rias resisted the urge to bite her lower lip, as she watched the young man walking slowly, almost carefully towards the main schoolhouse.

He seemed very calm and collected. For a brief moment something to his left seemed to draw his attention as he turned to see what it was. Rias didn't know of course, but she used the chance to look at his face. He had almost unnatural blue eyes, so blue in fact they seemed like blobs of color. But there was something else as well, he seemed to have a scar of some sorts, but before Rias could see what exactly it was, the new guy had already turned away and proceeded to walk to his destination. From where Rias was standing and from what she saw the unnamed new figure had a rugged handsomeness to him. He did look a little old, thus Rias wondered which year he was. Or is he a new teacher? But why would he wear the school-uniform if he was? No, the new one surely was a student.

"Who is that?" she asked her second in command.

"The tall black haired boy with the blue eyes and the scar?" Akeno returned, and the club president simply nodded.

"That is Aaron Schmitt" Akeno replied, having to concentrate while pronouncing his name. "A fourth year student. He transferred here about a week ago. Rumor says he might be German, but no one knows for sure. He barely talks. I wouldn't go so far to call him shy, but you know. He just doesn't say an awful lot."

"I see" Rias replied with a faint smile on her lips. Interesting. "Thank you, Akeno"

"Of course, president" the raven-haired beauty replied before she turned away again. She knew that small smile on Rias face all too well. The crimson princess clearly had something in mind and Akeno was not sure if she liked what it could be. She knew her best friend better than anyone, probably better than she knew herself. Akeno was very well aware of what Rias was searching, she just hoped her friend would find it soon.

-/-

Aaron was sitting in class, not paying too much attention to what his math teacher was rambling about. The guy was a nice person, and his lesson surely were interesting, at least for math. But the new transfer-student couldn't concentrate even if he wanted to.

His legs were hurting.

Of course they were, they always were. He sighed loudly and obviously bored, looking out of the open window, hoping to maybe catch a little breath of wind.

"Aaron?" the teacher called for him, but the new one didn't react, he didn't even hear the teacher talk to him. He hadn't realized the two times he got called before that either.

"Aaron?!" repeated the math teacher, this time a little louder.

Aaron snapped out of his trance "Ah, yes. Sorry." he glanced at the blackboard and took the scribblings and sketched graphs in for a second.

"The polynomial converges towards infinity, because the root is continuously removable," he answered with a tiered voice. The teacher sighed in a mix of worry and annoyance.

"Yes, that's correct, of course," he replied, "But I only wanted you to close the window for us." What is wrong with this boy? He never talks, but always knows everything. If I just knew what is bothering him, maybe I could help. Is it because he was just transferred here? Is he homesick? A girl next to Aaron snickered silently, before whispering something to her friend.

"Apologies," Aaron muttered, before he stood up to close the window. For a fraction of a second his legs weren't hurting anymore. He sat back down, as his gaze drifted back out of the window, before losing focus.

Really he should not be here. Anyone could have done this mission, why was he, of all the people who could have gone, dispatched to do this? The organization had gone mushy in their heads, Aaron was sure of it. They knew full well that he needed to move in order to not feel that constant numbing pain all over his body. And they chose to send him on a mission where he would mostly sit around all day? Really? Are you fucking kidding me? Idiots

Hell, now his right arm was starting to hurt, too. Great. He needed to move, needed to punch something, then it would be better soon. But he was forbidden to participate in PE class for a simple reason. Everyone would immediately see one of his biggest secrets. His cover would be blown. There was a moment, when he really wished this would happen, then at least he would get to do something with action.

Missions which he was actually made for. Missions where he would move around a lot to avoid being seen, missions which were dangerous and full of adrenaline. Not this ridiculous waiting game.

He was none of those undercover-pretend-and-deceive bastards. Hell, he didn't even like to talk. He hated people for the most part. He lurked in the shadows till the time for his move came. He could get anywhere unnoticed, by utilizing almost impossible ways of getting there. Most of them requiring a strength and endurance an ordinary human could never achieve. Aaron neither was an ordinary human, nor had any difficulties with achieving things they could not. And that's why he was so extremely good in what he was doing. He was the best there was. And he knew it. So did the organization. Which left one question: When they obviously knew about his skills as well, who came up with the extra bright idea of sending him here? To a friggin school? And why did the old man, the only one who Aaron truly trusted, agree? There had to be something behind it all. Aaron would figure it out. Sooner or later, his target would show up. They always did. And after he disposed her, he would go and ask the old man what the secret behind this mission was. Aaron hoped it wouldn't take too much longer until he was done here.

Uff... All those people around me. All those people of approximately my physical age, doing what would be normal for them. And yet here I am, pretending to be like them, while we are nothing alike, while I am something different ... doing something different. Aaron frowned heavily, he would never get to live a normal life, no matter how much he desired it. His path was set a long time ago. But with a quick glance over at a randomly selected girl in his class, who was just giggling about something with her friend, Aaron knew that he was missing out on something. He barely remembered his youth. The days when he was happy as well. But he was stripped of those things.

A long time ago he promised someone very special he would marry her one day. They would have children and live a happy life until the end somewhere far, far away. But she was taken from him on that one day. The day Aaron never thought back to. The day, which buried his old life and started his new one. No, he would not be able to lose someone again. Never again. Now, whenever Aaron thought back, it felt like an eternity had already passed. It possibly already had. He didn't even remember her face anymore. It was just a blurry vision of the past. A vision no one would ever be able to live up to.

But despite everything, Aaron sometimes caught himself wishing for someone to be there for him. Someone who's loving arms he could fall into, when he was on the verge of breaking down. And he was on that verge a lot lately. Aaron was lonely and haunted by the shadows of his past, haunted by the memories of what happened and haunted by the things he had to do since then. Rationally, he was no one for a girlfriend. He dreamt about it, but his mind told him, he would only make the girl unhappy and cause her grief and suffering. But deep down in his heart he still desired it.

Finally that damn bell rang, indicating the end of this enormously boring math lesson. Aaron wondered if it was only him, who had no problem solving all the supposedly difficult issues in a matter of seconds, or if anyone else had no problem with it either. Looking at the confused faces of his classmates he was pretty sure the reason being was the former.

the black haired pupil grabbed his backpack and lazily hung it over his shoulder before walking out of the classroom.

"Aaron?" the teacher asked and stopped him.

The recently transferred student turned around and looked at his teacher with an asking expression.

"Are you alright? You seemed rather depressed the last week" the teacher asked him, with genuine worry in his eyes.

Aaron just nodded "I'm fine" he said. When the expression of the teacher didn't change, he quickly added the next best reasonable thing he could come up with "Just still getting used to things here. It's a little different from home" he said. Ha, home. Good joke. I don't even know where home is anymore.

This seemed to satisfy the teacher at least a little "I understand that. Should you need anything, feel free to ask me for help. Or any of the other teachers, or students, should you be more comfortable with them. I am sure they are all happy to help you," he said with a supportive smile on his lips. Aaron smiled and bowed politely.

"Thank you for your concern" he replied, before he turned around to leave.

Making his way down the hallway he reached the stairway down to the exit. Aaron was in no hurry at all, but he tended to walk a slightly faster paste within the school than outside of it, ignoring all the looks he got. Yes, he had a pretty bad scar starting from the middle of his forehead above his right eye, running through his eyebrow down to his cheek. He didn't mind the scar, his vision was not affected by it, which was the only important thing. What he did mind was how people kept staring at him, like he was some kind of monster. Hell, it was only a scar. No biggie. Well, at least not compared to the rest of his body anyway and surely not the reason for being a monster.

Being really glad to have finally reached the abandoned staircase, Aaron jogged down the stone-steps rather fast.

Being so lost in his thoughts, he overlooked someone coming up the stairs, just making the turn at the mezzanine, like Aaron did. All he noticed was a bunch of almost unnatural red hair crashing into him, before that person was sent flying down onto her bum. He hurried over to her, damn he wasn't used to his own strength in peaceful environment. He must have felt like running into a brick wall at full speed.

"Apologies" he muttered "Didn't see you"

"Don't worry, It's my fault. I should have seen you coming. You were pretty lost in thought weren't you?" the redhead asked, still sitting on the floor.

Aaron just nodded slowly. He noticed her eyes drifting to his scar for a fraction of a second, before they returned to his eyes. She didn't flinch or anything.

"I am Rias." She said with a polite smile "Rias Gremory" she held a hand out to Aaron, who took it to help the beautiful young lady to her feet. Her soft, delicate fingers disappeared in Aaron's strong hand. Rias was surprised how effortlessly he pulled her to her feet again, he definitely wasn't a weakling. And he also was most definitely way past puberty, he had the body of a man, not the one of a boy, like most of the other male members of Kuoh-academy. It only made sense, seeing how he was already fourth year and how he also was the only male in both fourth and third year. Two years can make a hell of a difference. Obviously. Damn, he looks good Rias had to hide the deep blush rapidly spreading over her cheeks.

"Aaron Schmitt" he replied with a cold tone in his voice, doing a cheeky two fingered salute. It didn't fit together. His voice was basically all fuck off, whereas his gesture was almost ridiculously flirty.

"Are you unharmed? Or are you in need of medical attention?" he inquired with a serious expression on his face. Rias giggled, he sure had a funny way of talking. But she guessed it was only natural for a non native Japanese-speaker to have at least a little trouble. He was pronouncing rather well after all, maybe a little stiff.

Also, Rias didn't doubt for a second this guy was German. Damn, talk about emotionless, how very cliché. The only thing which didn't fit the picture everyone had about the Germans was the hair, which was black not blonde. Other than that he was a walking stereotype, tall, apparently in rather good shape, cold but polite. It was almost funny. But Rias didn't let herself be fooled by his calm and collected demeanor, with a brief look into his sincere ocean-blue eyes she knew it was not who he really was. Not at all. The crimson haired princess saw, that his eyes had seen too much for his age. They were many, many years older than the man himself. She noticed that his cold manner was a protective system. Rias just knew somehow. Maybe it had to do with her being a devil, maybe it was because she could read people rather easily. Whatever it was, the crimson princess looked right through him. It just sparked her interest even more.

"I'm fine" she waved it off with a seductive smile.

He nodded firmly "In that case I shall leave you alone again. There is business I need to tend to. It was an honor to meet you. Rias of the Gremory." He said, his voice vacant of all emotion. With a quick nod he turned around and left her standing there in the stairway, completely speechless.

Hell that was cold. He didn't even give her the chance to reply something. Also, Rias of the Gremory? Did he... no, it's impossible.

She looked at him, while he was leaving through the exit, not turning back once. This was… odd to say the least. Boys never behaved that calm and collected in her presence. She knew she was good looking and didn't hesitate to use it, whenever she thought it might help her. But that failed miserably today. The accidentally-bumping-into-someone method had always worked just fine. All the boys (and girls, which were more often the target, since there weren't an awful lot of boys at Kuah academy) were so embarrassed and stuck around long enough to make sure she was fine. In this time she had plenty of opportunity to get to know them at least a little. Enough to evaluate their character.

But apparently Aaron was immune against her charm. Interesting. Rias smiled once again. She liked challenges.

-/-

Aaron was on his way back home during this rather pleasant spring evening, the sun was slowly setting and a gentle breeze stroked gently through his hair. Not that Aaron had noticed any of the pleasant characteristics the day presented to him. He was too lost in thought.

Could someone please bring salvation upon him by taking him away from this place? He was so pissed off on the one hand, he wouldn't mind being murdered right now. On the other hand, maybe there was a bright side to it as well. That Rias girl seemed pretty nice to him. He had no idea why he was thinking this, but maybe it was time to leave things behind and start a real life. Maybe he could find someone who would be willing to stay with him, despite his…flaws. And maybe he could finally make his peace with what had happened. Maybe she'd forgive him for moving on. Maybe she would want him to move on and not hold on to a fading memory? God knew, it would be about time. Truth was, he was tired. So very tired. It was enough. Enough suffering, enough bloodshed.

Aaron mentally kicked himself. What was he thinking? Was it let's-think-about-stuff-you-cannot-have day again? First during math and now again, hell this needed to stop! There were important matters, which needed his attention. He needed to concentrate, and the image of that breathtakingly gorgeous red-haired beauty didn't help him concentrate one bit. Besides, he had only spoken two sentences with Rias and didn't know anything about her, other than her name.

But Aaron was lonely and suddenly her enchanting smile washed over his mind again followed by that beautiful crimson hair of hers, which he imagined must feel like extra soft silk. The peaceful image of him gently stroking a stray lock of hair behind her ear made him feel warm and forget the pain in his legs for a second. Ahhh, a man can dream…

No!

A man cannot dream! This was a job, not free time. He was here to get something done, not to enjoy himself or catch up on his completely nonexistent teens. Gosh, another reason, why he was not useful for this undercover bullshit. Concentrate on the task at hand, you stupid moron! This was exactly why I prefer combat missions. No one freaking smiles at you! No one would, even if they'd see me.

Footsteps behind Aaron suddenly pulled his thoughts back to reality, as something set an alarm-bell off inside his head. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"H-Hello" a shy voice of a girl asked behind him. Aaron slowly turned around to see an average sized, maybe a little bit on the short side, girl with beautiful black hair. She looked as innocent like a doll and had a deep red blush on her cheeks. Her nervousness was rather obvious. "Are you Aaron?" she asked carefully.

The boy with the incredibly black hair nodded "I am" he confirmed with a neutral tone.

"Oh! Good" the girl replied shyly. Aaron rose an eyebrow.

"What can I do for you?" his voice might have contained a little bit of annoyance and he didn't care to hide it.

"I… um…. I know this sounds a little creepy. But I have been watching you for a week now on your way home and you seem very nice" she started, nervously rubbing her thumbs together, while keeping her gaze fixed to the floor. She paused a moment, seeming to work up some courage, before she looked Aaron in his eyes with a serious expression. "I-I want you to be my boyfriend!" she exclaimed with all the strength she could muster.

Aaron mustered her suspiciously. Hahaha, this is not happening is it? There he was thinking about maybe trying and start his own life, about maybe finding a girl who would like him and suddenly there appeared one out of thin air. It was almost hilarious. There was still a hurting hole inside of him, again poking his ribcage from the inside. A hole left all those years ago by her. Before she was taken from him. And that emptiness inside of Aaron was now pleading him to give in to his urge of not being alone anymore, pushing him to say yes. And for the fraction of a second he thought about it. He opened his mouth to speak:

"No" he replied, turning away from her. His rational half won once again. What the hell was she thinking? He didn't even know her. He had never even seen her before today.

"Wait! I didn't mean right now! Just in general. Someday. Just…Just give me a chance, that's all I ask for!" the girl pleaded, but Aaron still didn't turn around, rubbing two fingers over the bridge of his nose.

"I don't even know your name" Aaron replied, still not moving.

"It's Yuuma. Yuuma Amano" the black haired girl replied shyly.

What a beautiful name. Aaron finally turned around to face her again "Alright" he said with a sigh, if that's what it's going to take to get rid of her, fine. "One date. One." he said, looking in her admittedly very beautiful violet eyes.

The girls squealed in joy, as she thanked him overly happy and wrote down her number on a piece of paper, asking him to call her soon. Aaron nodded, before Yuuma ran off, humming happily.

Aaron felt a smile creep over his lips, but he crushed it immediately. Holy Lord, what did he get himself into...

-/-

Three days later, around the same time of the day he met her, possibly a little later, Aaron found himself at the park with Yuuma. They had spent the whole day on their rather mainstream date. Aaron had no idea how to go on a date in this century, so he just looked it up on the internet before they went, hoping it would prepare him sufficiently. Apparently it did, Yuuma seemed to have lots of fun. She was a terribly sweet girl and Aaron could not help but think that she deserved better than him anyway.

He tried to keep a distance between them, but it was useless. Yumma came closer and closer until she basically snuggled up to him while they were walking through town and even closer once they entered the park. She smelled nice and Aaron had to admit, it felt good to have someone, who likes you so close. But it didn't matter. That was all the closeness he could allow and he would end it at the end of their date. Not only for his, but mostly for her sake. He would only hurt her. You had your share of normal life today. See it this way mate, at least you don't have put Rias through this. Aaron frowned. For the whole day he had spent with Yuuma, he could not help but imagine what a date with Rias would look like.

Hell, he was losing his punch. He was trained to kill people, not befriend them.

"Say, honey" Yuuma began. She had started calling him honey sometime today and even though he told her to stop it, she kept going. Actually it sounded really nice to his ears, but then again. It was impossible.

"Do you like me?" she asked. Aaron cleared his throat. The time to tell her was as good as any other. He just tried to come up with a way of telling her without breaking her heart. He wasn't good at this. Normally he never cared what words did to someone he talked to, because most of the time Aaron had already killed the person he was talking to. He always stayed behind, to be there, as the last bit of life fading away from his target. No one should die alone; leaving someone, even if it was a target, to die by oneself was very dishonorable. He would not want to die alone either.

This time was different. He needed to consider his words carefully.

"Yuuma, listen you are a very nice girl and…" Yuuma stopped him from talking further as she stepped in front of him, also halting his movement. She hugged him tightly, her bust pressing to his chest. She stretched herself up to reach his ear and Aaron once again noticed how good she smelled.

"Would you die for me?" Yuuma whispered in his ear, before letting go of him. It took him a second longer than he liked for realization to dawn on him, as the sweet girl in front of him transformed into a grown, still drop dead gorgeous, but deadly looking woman with a kickass pair of black feathered wings.

He immediately noticed her. His target. The girl he had been sent to eliminate a couple of weeks ago. Great. Aaron had all his combat gear left at home... he didn't think that Yuuma would be.

"Raynere" he growled, narrowing his eyes. Well, mistakes were made.

"Oh, you know me already" she smiled, while summoning a light-spear and launching herself into the air with her black wings. "So we can jump over the whole boring introduction-part, assassin" she laughed.

"If I'd known you and Yuuma were the same person, I'd brought my katana and sliced you into pieces" Aaron growled. He never made mistakes. Never. At least not during missions where he could just fuck stuff up like he pleased. But he got bested by this fallen angel, after only a week of undercover crap. He had told his superiors that this wasn't a job for him, but they insisted. Stupid bunch of morons, in the end he was the one to pay the price for their incompetence.

"Yes, we both know you would have. But that's why I set you up like this. So you couldn't bring it with you." and with these words Raynere tossed the spear at Aaron, piercing through his chest. Aaron knew it wouldn't have been of any use to dodge, he might have been able to evade one or two of her blows without his gear, but in the end he would have died exhausted. He did this long enough to know when to struggle and when to give up, in the end it was his own fault for not being prepared. He had lost and accepted it. I had lost before I even began… finally. Maybe I'll see her again. Looking down on himself Aaron saw that light red glowing lance standing out of body. He could feel the cold feeling through his body, surprisingly it didn't hurt at all. It was just... there, somehow. And Aaron was aware of life fading away from him.

"You know" Aaron coughed up blood, barely able to stand at this point, but still trying. "I am not made for this pretending shit."

"Oh, I know. I am sorry, but that's why we requested you to kill me" Raynere replied landing gracefully on Aaron side, taking him gently her arms and slowly guiding him to the floor, so he didn't fall. He slowly shook his head. So it everything was a setup all along? It made sense. A good plan, he presumed. Raynere held the feared assassin in her arms, so he wouldn't die alone. There was some honor between warriors after all and no one wants to die alone. She certainly wouldn't.

"To be honest, I would have liked to fight you fairly. But I guess we both had our orders." she continued, her voice surprisingly soft.

"I guess..." he coughed weakly.

"For what it's worth. I enjoyed the date. Thank you... Honey" Raynere smiled genuinely at Aaron, whose lips twitched, before his eyes closed. He could have sworn she looked sad.

As his vision got blurry and he felt his eyelids get heavy, Aaron saw how Raynere's hair turned light purple for a second before becoming bright red, her violet eyes soon were blue and before he knew what was going on, he saw Rias holding him. His vision sharpened up one last time, before he fell into eternal darkness.

The fallen angel let the spear vanish with a wave of her hand, before she folded Aaron' arms over his chest and placed him on the floor.

"Rest in peace, warrior." Raynere said softly before getting up. She felt so bad for this. Aaron was a good guy, he had been nice to her, even when she could easily tell how uncomfortable he was. It was a shame. He seemed like a decent guy. And he was really good looking too.

With a last look back at the deceased assassin, the fallen angel took off. She had done her job, if she liked it or not didn't matter. If the choice would have been up to her, she would not have killed him.

-/-

Far away Rias was feeling a strong magical pull, tearing her away to an unknown location. It was long ago that she was personally summoned by someone and it was even longer ago that the drive to appear there was this strong. Something was not right.

"Akeno!" Rias exclaimed, a moment later her queen came into the room

"Yes, president?" she said calmly.

"Come with me" the crimson haired princess said as she took Akeno's hand and summoned a transportation-circle

"Where to?" the Priestess of Thunder asked confused.

"No idea" was the only thing Rias replied before dragging her best friend trough the circle to the other side.

-/-

When Rias stepped out of the transportation circle, she saw someone lying on the floor, obviously dead. Even before she realized it was Aaron who laid slain on the ground, she noticed the amount of blood which was basically everywhere.

"Aaron!" Rias exclaimed, hurrying over to the corpse, Akeno in tow. The black haired girl placed her hand on his chest, only to frown heavily. what was this?

"What's wrong Akeno? Is he dead?" Rias asked, clearly tense like never before.

"This is strange" Akeno stated confused, only to get a really unsatisfied look from Rias.

"What is strange? Talk to me, Akeno" the crimson princess demanded.

"He has no heartbeat, but there is life in him. I have no idea how this is possible, but he is dead, though alive at the same time. It feels really strange" she tried to explain what she was feeling, but couldn't put it in words the way she'd liked to.

"Can you heal him?" Rias urged.

"Well, I am trying" Akeno shrugged, already deeply concentrated on the healing-procedure.

"Do whatever you can, Akeno!" Rias ordered. Her best friends voice was panicking, which worried Akeno probably even more than the almost dead Aaron.

A couple of minutes passed, while Akeno struggled for Aarons life, but no matter how hard she tried, it was slowly slipping through her fingers like dry sand. It felt as if there simply was no life there to save.

"President, I am losing him. There is nothing I can do" Akeno said silently. She didn't possess the power to heal this injuries of his and she most certainly didn't possess the power to pull his soul back to the living.

"If you really want to save him, there is only one thing I know you can do. But as your Queen I have to tell you, it is not the wisest of action to reincarnate a ordinary human. He isn't special"

Rias shook her head no "He is special. I know it. something is special about him." she stated almost a little too convinced.

"I will support whatever decision you make, president. But let me urge you to decide fast." Akeno said, Aaron was slipping away.

Rias seemed to know what to do, as she stood up to release some of her demonic aura in a whirlwind of red and black light. She spread her arms out over Aaron and spoke the ancient words:

"In my name, Rias of house Gremory, I order you, Aaron Schmitt. I command your soul to come forth from the netherworld. I resurrect you back to this soil as one of my devils. You, my brave warrior, come forth from the shadows, come forth with new life and purpose into my peerage!"

Rias' words left her lips, before Aarons chest began to glow and one very strange looking chess-pieces appeared. It was no regular piece, but clearly a mutation piece, one which looked like the combination between lots of other different pieces. There was definitely a knight mixed with a bishop and a rook, but the figure sitting on a horse also had a crown on its head. Rias gasped in shock, as did Akeno. There was no way this should even be possible. What was this boy to create such a mutation piece? Rias couldn't wait until he woke up so she could ask him, because whatever he was, he had to be really powerful.

The evil piece began to glow an unnatural bright red, before they sunk back into the chest of Aaron.

"He is still badly injured" Akeno said plainly.

"I know. Thank you, Akeno. I'll take care of him now" the crimson princess said. Akeno bowed to her and left through a magic circle.

-/-

Rias lied Aaron down on her own bed. She originally wanted to take him to his place, before she remembered that she had absolutely no idea where he was living. So, lacking other options, she teleported to her place. It was a nice, but rather small flat in one of the better residential areas in Kuoh. She was living alone after all and to be honest, Rias was not here all that often, so a huge apartment made really no sense. Rias liked her little haven though, she went to great effort decorating the place with various different things, most of them being of Japanese background. The most proud she was of her shelf full of first edition mangas. Though she would never admit it aloud, the collection was her treasure.

She gently placed an unconscious Aaron on her soft bed, before beginning to undress him. Her healing method required two things. Time and skin contact. The more the better, which was valid for both aspects.

She tore off his Jacket, before she moved to unbutton the badly bloodstained white shirt. Tugging at the last piece, which was stuffed into his trousers, Rias peeled it off him. The soaked fabric clung to his defined form, revealing his muscular upper body. Rias tossed the cloth aside, before she froze, almost turned to stone. She blinked rapidly, taking in the absolutely unexpected sight in front of her.

"What happened to you!?" she gasped to herself, as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. She couldn't believe her own eyes.

Aaron had only one arm.

At least only one real arm, which was his left. His right arm was from the shoulder downward flat black and of rough honeycombed structure. It was obviously some form of synthetic composite material, and incorporated some elliptical silver metallic parts which stood out a little bit from the rest of his arm. Aarons elbow was also supported by the brushed silver metal, also some lines along the connection the arm had with the shoulder. It clearly was an artificial arm crafted using highly advanced cybernetics. Rias had read about the theoretical possibility of cybernetics in a magazine the academy's library had, but she didn't know it was already applicable. Only Aaron's hand seemed perfectly natural, obviously the result of accurate adjustments so it wouldn't attract unwanted attention. As Rias stared longer she noticed the arm spread fine tubes into Aarons chest from his shoulder downward. Could it be that even more of his body was artificial?

Rias had to force herself not to stare any longer, she had to save his life! It wouldn't be saved by staring at him. She unbuttoned his pants and tore them down, only to see two more cybernetic limbs. Both his legs were artificial, as well as one of his arms, made from the same dark black material. Rias pressed her hand to her mouth in shock. What happened to that poor man? What? It had something horrible inhuman to lose so many limbs. She swallowed hard. She could only begin to imagine how much this must hurt.

Poor Aaron. You will be better soon. At least one of your sufferings I can take away from you.

Rias gently tugged him under her sheets and removed his underpants, partly out of respect, but mostly because she honestly didn't want to know what else was replaced by synthetics. Looking at him hidden under the covers of her bed, he looked so peaceful, like he was asleep. Rias took a moment to admire him, while she began to strip down herself. Knowing she had already wasted enough time, she hurried out of her cloth, leaving them there where they fell.

Once completely naked she crawled over Aaron and slid under her blanket. His body radiated a comfortable warmth off, before Rias snuggled to the unconscious body of Aaron. She sighed, hoping he wouldn't freak out tomorrow. She became oddly aware of the soft contact his skin made with hers, it really turned her on more than it should have, but he felt so strong and unmovable. Like a rock you can hold onto in the harshest storms of the darkest nights. A rock you can trust would never move or suddenly be gone. Rias tried to shake the thoughts off her mind, concentrating instead on her healing magic.

It didn't take long for her to fade into sleep, her healing powers slowly mending Aaron's wrecked body as good as possible. When he'd wake up he shouldn't feel any pain from the light spear anymore. But his other injuries? Rias was sure she had not the power to rid him of those.

-/-

Aaron's eyes fluttered open, a blurry picture of an unfamiliar ceiling was what greeted him. He blinked the dizziness away and gave his eyes a moment to get used to the light. Yes, he was in a foreign room. He let his head turn to his right, to see clothes spread all over the floor, a tidy desk with a laptop on it and a shelf full of mangas. The backsides of the books composed a picture of a girl lying on her side, while smiling at the spectator. Aaron tried to remember what happened, but his memory was completely blank. Strange he thought to himself, as he turned his head to his left.

He suddenly looked into the beautiful blue-green eyes of one gorgeous Rias Gremory. Her face was almost touching his, as her head was resting on his shoulder. She smiled at him warmly.

"Good morning" she greeted whispering, snuggling closer to him, clearly very comfortable with him around, as she pressed her ample breasts to his side.

Aaron blinked and was suddenly made aware of a couple of things. He was naked. Rias was naked. They were in bed. He had no idea what happened. Clothes were basically everywhere. And they were currently in what had to be her room.

He swallowed hard and tried to keep calm. Now was not the time for freaking out, but he felt so out of place. Aaron clearly remembered dying. He should not wake u next to a girl. He should not. Definitely not next to a naked girl, while being naked himself. What the hell happened?

"I have but three questions. And I will apologize in advance for their rude characteristics" Aaron spoke up calmly, ignoring Rias' greeting.

The crimson haired beauty kept smiling at him "I can imagine. Ask," she said sweetly, drawing a circle on his naked chest with the tip of her finger.

"Firstly, why are we naked? Secondly what happened? And thirdly where are we?" he asked flatly. Rias couldn't help but giggle. He surely was very composed. She halfway expected him to jump out of bed while completely freaking out. On the other hand she was not surprised by his calmness either. Not at all.

"Well we slept together, obviously" Rias replied teasingly "that's why we are naked"

Aaron rose an eyebrow at that, causing Rias to frown a little. "What, you don't believe it?"

"Sorry, but no. There is no way we would have slept together" Aaron replied cold as ice.

Rias pulled her head back a little, clearly offended. Or at least pretending to be. "Oh! That was rude! Am I appalling to you?" she asked and let the finger, which was formerly drawing soft circles, scratch over his chest

"What?" Aaron looked confused and finally, there was a bit of insecurity in his voice "of course not!" he exclaimed fast. Damn, Rias was so hot he was sure a gay guy would still want to do her. "You are absolutely beautiful and I would never dare to even think about appalling things in your presence. It's just that I would never... There is... I mean..."

Rias giggled again "Relax, I was just teasing you. Nice to see that you are not always so icy" she smiled. "But I will answer your questions truthfully now. It will sound like madness, but trust me, it's the complete truth"

Aaron nodded slowly, curious of what would follow. He doubted Rias could tell him something more mad than his life already was.

"Yesterday you were attacked and killed by a fallen angel. You summoned me using a flyer my familiar was distributing in the city that day. So I found you lying on the floor, bleeding to death. Because I was unable to rescue you otherwise I reincarnated you as a devil" she explained and made a short pause. Interestingly Aaron didn't look confused at all. His visage was all stoic as he listened, so Rias continued "After I reincarnated you I took you to my place to heal your injuries. That's where we currently are. My healing method requires skin contact to properly work, as it is sharing auras. Doing it naked is the best way of healing severe injuries like yours. Don't worry, we didn't do it, I am still a virgin." Rias teased him and could have sworn his eyes lit up as she mentioned her purity, but he turned his head away immediately, looking up at the ceiling.

"So I am your devil now?" he asked plainly after being silent for a few very long moments.

"Yes" she replied and was wondering about his choice of words. Your devil? Why did he assume he was hers now? He was correct of course, but how did he...

"So which of your evil pieces am I, Ma'am?" he asked, as usual his voice was calm and lacked any emotion.

Rias gasped at that. "How do you know about that?" she asked.

"Please answer my last question Ma'am. Then you can poke holes in me" Rias didn't quite understand. Where was this Ma'am suddenly coming from?

"Uhh. You created a mutation piece. I still don't know what it is exactly, but it looked like a chimera, a combination between knight, rook and bishop" She answered, blushing hard. She still wanted to know why he was powerful enough to create such an evil piece. It was really awkward to tell him this to his face, even when she left the part with the crown out. Aaron knew about the evil-piece system, he surely knew what it must mean for a devil to provoke such a reaction from the evil piece system. Too powerful to be put in a category. Even the most powerful queens didn't create mutation pieces. The closest thing Rias knew of was Grayfia, her brother's queen, who took besides the queen-piece five more pawns. But even she didn't mutate a evil piece. Aaron did. And he created something, which should have been impossible. Damn, that had to mean something.

Aaron started to laugh joyfully. It was the first time Rias heard him laugh and it made her smile instantly. His laughter was the most genuine one she ever heard. "Now you are just mocking me, Ma'am" he replied his voice now actually pretty light-hearted and nowhere near as serious as it used to be.

"I am not!" Rias insisted. "And what is it with that 'Ma'am' all of a sudden?"

"Ah, yes. You have answered my questions, Ma'am" he said "So I shall answer yours" he cleared his throat before starting

"I am not a simple student of Kuoh-academy, as I am sure you figured out by now. I was sent here to find and kill a fallen angel named Raynere. As you can see, I failed. It turned out the whole job was a trap set by the fallen angels. It was my first failure during a mission and I am deeply ashamed for it"

"Hang on, job? Mission?" Rias looked confused.

"Yes" Aaron nodded slowly "I am a hired gun, a mercenary, a professional killer. An assassin, if you want. It would suit my style the most, I suppose. And without wanting to sound boastful, I am the very best there is in this business. You can buy my service via the organization. We had the holy church as a customer a couple of times, so that's how I came into contact with the fallen angels and the devils. We also got quite a lot contracts from you devils. It seems that sometimes a few of our assassins get hired for something you call 'rating games' That's how I know about the evil piece system. But also simple assassinations of angels or fallen angels are rather common. Or devils, if the customer is a fallen angel, or the holy church. We do not differentiate; service is sold to anyone willing to pay.

Anyway, whatever reason you have to contact the organization, it all works like this: You say what you want, and they send you someone who is suited best for doing the job. You pay half the money you agreed on with the organization. The assassin, for example me, kills the person you want dead, he brings you the head of that person; you pay the other half. Should the assassin fail, the organization will send another one to accomplish the mission. Regular customers get to request assassins, they sometimes like working with someone they already have worked with in the past, because they liked the person or their particular way of doing things. But in the end it does not matter. You pay and get someone who will kill whoever it is you want dead, no matter what, no questions asked, no strings attached." Aaron laughed "I am doing this for quite some time now, and the person who contracted me was always either Sir or Ma'am" he said. Even longer than quite some time. I have been doing this for lifetimes. But I'll have to wait with that a little bit. Maybe later.

"But I didn't..." Rias looked at him, clearly trying process what Aaron was telling her. This quiet boy? An assassin? It seemed like a bad joke, but on the other hand it would certainly explain his outstanding physique.

"The way I see it, you contracted me, Ma'am. You don't pay money, but you contracted me. Without you I'd be dead, wouldn't I? Time is as good a payment as money. That makes you a Ma'am" he smiled at her. Before getting out of bed, presenting Rias a good few of his behind. He looked like a young god and now it suddenly made sense why his body was in such a good condition. He surely had to do lots of physically demanding things. She also was relieved that his artificial legs didn't reach up all the way to his waist, but instead stopped a bit over the middle of his thighs.

"But Ma'am, I have to inform you that despite our contract, I do not offer cuddling as a service. I am a professional hitman after all"

Rias blushed almost as red as her hair "Sorry..." she muttered.

"Oh I didn't mind. It was a long time ago that I could enjoy the warm sensation only a beautiful female can provide. But it would be highly unprofessional either way." he smiled at her, Holy hell what was he talking about. Why did he suddenly feel so easy around Rias? Yesterday he was struggling with everything and now? It was like it had been washed away. Maybe it was because he knew he would be stuck with her forever and he really didn't want to push her away too harshly. He knew that he couldn't and he also knew that he didn't want to anymore. He could use a friend again. A friend. He would allow nothing more than that. A friend he could risk having. After all, Rias was a devil; she wouldn't be taken away easily, like she was. The crimson haired princess was most likely pretty strong herself and now, after all those years and after all the things he knew and knew he could do, Aaron was sure he could protect her. Not like last time. There was nothing wrong with being friendly to his boss. But he needed to keep things at a level where it still was professional.

"They way I understand it, I am your servant now, am I not?" he asked, after putting on his jeans. Rias just began crawling out of bed. She truly was mesmerizingly beautiful, her skin was absolutely flawless and she moved very gracefully. The morning sun was shining through the window, making her red hair almost glow.

"Yes you are." She said slipping into a white dressing gown, judging from the shimmer of it, made from silk.

"So you of course can use me as you please and I shall comply to your very word, Ma'am. I just ask to not let me perform tasks one could consider... dishonorable or possibly shameful for a warrior." his voice had something humble to it, but he still sounded absolutely sincere. Rias smiled a little weakly at him. He basically just told her, that he was not her sex-toy and he wanted her to keep her hands off him. She had to hide her disappointment. Rias would be lying if she'd say she wasn't attracted to him. Though she had no idea what it was, but something about him pulled her towards him. It made her notice him in the schoolyard, it made her decide to reincarnate him as a devil and it made her decide to heal him herself. She didn't know him much, true, but Rias somehow wanted to be close to him. And the only way she knew of to show him was physical contact. The crimson haired beauty always showed affection through her body, because she never knew how to do it with words. And now... to be put off like this... it was a pretty painful blow. Well, she had just met him, and he didn't know anything about her. Maybe it was normal. Maybe if she gave him a little time he would open up to her and realize her interest in him was legitimately because of him and not because he was technically hers. Maybe over time he'd allow her to be closer again. She would never use him, and certainly not like this.

"Of course" she said, Aaron immediately noticed the slight hurt tone in her voice, wondering if he overstepped his boundaries. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. But he couldn't, as much as he wanted, he couldn't. The pain of losing someone he loved was something he never wanted to experience again. Never. And though he was certain that Rias could fend for herself, he was not ready. He didn't want an intimate relationship yet. Maybe he didn't want one ever again. Despite all that, Rias was still his boss now, wasn't she? His master? It would be stupid to give into his desires. In the end one of them would get hurt badly.

"Come, I'll fix you some breakfast. You must be starving" Rias spoke up, her voice returned to happy and cheerful, the slight hint of sadness was gone, almost bringing Aaron to think he might have imagined it altogether.

-/-

Before Aaron could reply anything, he found himself sitting at a comfortable table in a small eat-in kitchen with a neat plate of scrambled eggs in front of him. Rias was sitting across the table facing him, digging into her own eggs.

Aaron had to force the meal down with all his concentration. With each bite he could feel the pain and revolting feeling from his stomach, which was struggling against each small portion of food he forced down. It took everything he got to not throw up all over the table. Maybe you should have just told her, pal. Asking isn't a crime. You can't just eat this stuff and expect things to play out the way you want them to. You are a social coward, you know that? A voice in Aarons head said and he was about to mutter a silent "no shit". For a moment after that, he thought he might actually be able to finish his plate, before a wave of pain and the overwhelming urge to throw up overcame him.

"Excuse... me" he pressed out, holding a arm over his stomach "...Ma'am" causing Rias to look up. Aarons face was completely white and some veins were standing forth, painting faint blue lines over his face. He barely managed to stay on his feet as he held on to the kitchen table, before falling towards the bathroom. He crashed into a wall and stumbled, but miraculously managed to not fall over, as he basically crashed into the small bathroom.

Rias shot up and hurried after him. What was wrong with him? Did she accidentally poison him? Yes, it had been a while, since she cooked herself, but honestly, no one could possibly screw scrambled eggs ups this much, right? Right?

She arrived at the doorframe of her bathroom to see Aaron ungracefully cowering on the floor, while hanging over to the toilet, the sound of violent puking filled the room. Rias had a look of worry written all over her face, as she had to see his whole body twitching and jerking as if he was being electrocuted. It looked like he was in horrible pain. And he was.

"Oh dear!" Rias exclaimed "I am so sorry!" she said hurrying over to him and holding him, while he kept throwing up. She tried calming him down by rubbing gentle circles over his back, but he kept puking violently. Rias had no idea how scrambled eggs could possibly provoke such a reaction, and she wondered if maybe his injury was not as well healed as she thought, when the crimson haired princess caught a glimpse on the toilets content. She felt shock strike into every fiber of her body, when she had to see it was filled with a dark red liquid. Blood. Aaron was puking up blood.

"Aaron?" she asked with a shaky voice "Talk to me, what is wrong with you? How can I help you?" she wanted to know, holding him tightly, but Aaron couldn't answer.

His puking turned into a suffocating coughing, before Rias gently reached for his shoulder.

She pulled him back from the toilet into her lap, as he kept coughing. With the expression of horror clearly present all over her beautiful visage, she laid her eyes upon his face and couldn't help but gasp in shock.

She felt her blood freeze in her veins as realization struck her like a truck at full speed.

"Aaron!" she panted, stroking a shaky finger over his pale cheek "Are you..." Rias couldn't get the word out, but Aaron seemed to understand.

"...Yes" he coughed again, his body still twitching violently, as Rias held him close. She looked at him in deep worry. His formerly blue iris had turned into a purplish-red, the surrounding eye was bloodshot to a point where it almost seemed black. His skin started to crumble as if it was made from thin and dry paper, as he gasped for air with his mouth wide open. Rias had a perfect view on his unnatural long fangs, which surely were not this long just a few minutes ago.

"You idiot!" she gasped with shaky voice. "Why didn't you tell me! Damn and I gave you a plate of eggs! Why did you eat it? Do you want to die?" Rias cried as she tried to reach for a little bag sitting on the porcelain sink nearby. She barely reached it with the tip of her fingers, without having to stand up. Hasty she grabbed through its contents with shaking hands, carelessly throwing away all the things she didn't need right now until she finally found what she was looking for. A pair of small, golden manicure scissors. Without hesitation she dragged the pointy end over her palm. The thick liquid, which bore so close resemblance to the color of her hair gushed out of it like a gentle spring. She immediately held her hand over Aaron's mouth, as the first drops of warm blood dropped down onto his lips.

"I hate you right now, you know that? How was I supposed to know you are a Vampire! This is the kind of stuff you tell your master! I have to take care of your wellbeing. How am I supposed to do this, when I don't know everything about you. I could have killed you, Dammit!" she was rambling now just to keep her mind occupied, while she fed Aaron her blood.

After a couple of drops his eyes began returning to their normal color, his skin regained some color and his fangs slowly retracted to normal length. With some strength returning to his body, he weakly reached up to Rias' hand pressing it so his mouth. Her hands were soft and the blood wonderfully warm. The sweet juice of life was spreading in his mouth and he felt alive again. This was the first time he tasted human blood in decades. He almost forgot how it tasted, but he was sure that Rias' blood tasted especially good.

"Shhhh" Rias tried to calm him down, letting him suck blood from her one hand, while gently stroking through his dark black hair with the other. "Take your time." She said softly. "I have enough for you" she smiled at him. Damn, she had no idea how long it must have been since he drank the last time. The thought crossed her mind that she didn't know a thing about Vampires other their need for blood. How long could they go without it? Rias wrote it down on her rapidly growing, though still imaginary list of things she needed to ask him.

After two or three more gulps he let go of her hand and she gently wiped away the trail of blood from his chin, before wrapping her hand into a towel. Aaron breathed heavily he felt like the moment after waking up from a night of heavy drinking and excessive sleep deprivation, but with the sensation of that massive Hangover rapidly fading away. A warm sensation was spreading over his body as Rias' blood slowly gave him back life.

"I apologize" he said weakly "I should have told you, but..."

"Shhh" Rias replied again "It's ok. No reason to be sorry. Now I know. It's ok." she smiled at him. "I understand now why your eyes lit up like they did, when I mentioned I still am a virgin!" she giggled cutely, almost a little embarrassed. "Is it that much more tasty?" she asked, both trying to lighten up the mood as well as satisfying her own curiosity.

Aaron shook his head "Not only this. A single drop of virgin-blood can do what a whole body of someone impure couldn't." he replied leaving out the majority of his motivation and secrets for doing it. Rias would learn when she was ready for it. These things cannot be hurried.

"I am sure you will explain in time." Rias said with a supportive smile. "Until then, whenever you are thirsty, you know where to find me" That certainly came rather unexpected for Aaron. Very unexpected. He wasn't sure if Rias was aware of all the consequences this offer came with.

"I can survive from animals" he stated.

"That doesn't sound like it would be particularly enjoyable" Rias noted with a smile, she still held Aaron close. "I won't have one of my servants survive. I want them to live"

"I..." Aarons eyes drifted away for a moment. She sounded so serious about this, it reminded him of long gone friends, who took care of this kind of need in the past. "Thank you... Ma'am" he said. Suddenly the way he pronounced Ma'am sounded a lot like kiddo. Rias couldn't help but smile even wider. He had something terribly cute. "Of course" she whispered in his ear.

-/-

"Alright everyone, I want to introduce you to our newest member" Rias announced in front of the Occult Research Club. "This is Aaron Schmitt. He didn't take an evil piece from me, but added a mutation piece, which looks like a knight, rook and bishop fusion." Rias said with a forced serious expression on her face. She still couldn't believe what happened.

"Hello everyone" Aaron greeted with a little insecure smile. Damn he still didn't like people, and even if they all were devils, he didn't care. He was no team player. He was a lone wolf, always had been and probably always will be. He also felt clearly uncomfortable how everyone was looking at him.

"Aaron, meet my peerage. Why don't you all introduce yourselves?" Rias said, pointing at the group of people, who were sitting on two couches around a tea-table, or standing.

"I am Kiba Yuuto. I'm a knight as well" a blond haired, blue eyed, almost ridiculously handsome boy greeted. Aaron guessed he was probably in his second year of Kuah-academy, because he really looked rather young. But he was sure Kiba would the main source for girls swooning, whenever he talked to them. Aaron felt the corner of his lips twitch upward a little at the thought. "Nice to meet you" the boy added with a nod, which Aaron returned.

"I'm Koneko Toujou" a bored voice of a small girl on the opposite couch said, she had white hair and golden eyes. Aaron guessed her to be about 12 years of age, but you never could tell with devils. She could have been hundreds of years old. "I'm a rook, also like you, I guess" she shrugged, like she actually didn't care at all. "Leave me alone and we'll get along perfectly" she said plainly. Aaron felt himself smile. Well, at least she spoke her mind. Leaving her alone shouldn't be a problem at all. She was a little girl, there was nothing he could possibly want or need from her.

"Koneko be nice to our new family-member" a new voice said. It belonged to the raven-haired beauty standing behind Rias. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail, and swung down almost to the ground, with two strands standing out on the top. She had yellow ribbons in her hair and truly beautiful, violet eyes. She seemed very calm and kind on her outside, radiating confidence off, almost like Rias.

"Whatever" Koneko shrugged, reaching for one of the cookies lying on a plate in the middle of the table.

"I apologize for our rook" the young woman said and bowed slightly "If I may introduce myself: I am Akeno Himejima. The Queen of Lady Gremory. It's a pleasure to meet you" she said as she walked over to Aaron and bowed once again "It's really interesting you created such a strange mutation piece. I never heard of something like this happening. You must be really powerful" with that Akeno spoke out what everyone else was thinking. It should not have been possible for a normal person to create such a mutation piece, but yet here this Aaron guy was, doing exactly that. The priestess of thunder was curious to see what he could do with the power he undeniably possessed. She smiled at him, as she again came closer, definitely violating his private space. "I look forward to seeing you in action" she purred.

"Akeno is quite the sadist" Rias explained with a light hearted shrug, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Aaron shot her a confused look. "She gets off on other peoples pain" Rias explained further.

Aaron couldn't help but chuckle at that a little. Pain was something he could easily bestow anyone with. It was what he did for centuries. "Well, you sure are going to have fun with me" he said with a teasing smile.

He had no idea how, but somehow when people accidentally pressed the right buttons of Aaron, the easy going, laidback and confident Aaron took over for the reserved one, who was usually responsible for conversation. At least for conversation with anyone, who was no customer of the organization. Was that it? Was he getting more comfortable here because he was contracted? Maybe. He would figure it out later.

"Well, I look forward to it." Akeno got even closer to him as she inhaled deeply "My, my, you already smell like blood" she whispered and had a light blush on her cheeks.

Aaron inhaled sharply. There should have been no way she could smell that. He was completely caught off guard and couldn't reply, he barely managed to suppress the reflex to reach up to his lips, checking if he had some blood left on them. Luckily Rias stepped in for him.

"He couldn't change all of his clothes since yesterday. There is probably still blood on them. Don't worry, he didn't kill anyone on his way to school" Though he did have my blood all over his face this morning. She thought to herself.

"Too bad" Akeno giggled as she stepped back and Aaron released the breath he was holding. After Rias fed him in her bathroom, thus knowing about his true nature, he had asked her to keep it a secret. Though this wasn't always the case at all, the new devil didn't like this part of his personality himself. Once he was a proud and confident vampire, but that was in the past. Now he felt really uncomfortable with this side of himself, even Rias knowing was strange, yet bearable. But everyone else, he couldn't take it. Rias agreed, as she saw how ashamed he was and how uncomfortably he shifted from one leg to the other, as he asked her to keep it a secret. Rias promised she wouldn't say a word and so, no one knew of his bloodsucking needs so far. Luckily the president seemed to deal just fine with his condition and Aaron was very grateful for it. She didn't judge him for it at all. Hell, she had even offered to feed him, whenever he had to satisfy his thirst. This was... a incredible gesture, one that secured her Aarons unwavering loyalty, without her even knowing. He had gone way to long without drinking before today. Maybe if he'd given in to his more animalic needs, he would have regenerated from Rayneres light spear on his own. He most likely would have. But if he had, then he would not be here now, would he? Was this a good thing? Aaron would have to wait and see.

They also kept his former occupation to themselves, thinking it would be best if no one knew for now. At least until everyone got used to him. He used to be a hired gun after all and Rias could imagine that mostly Kiba and Akeno wouldn't trust a mercenary at all. She wanted to make things easier for all of them. One day when Aaron would have settled in, she'd fill everyone in on his previous occupation.

"Alright everyone, I guess that covers the important things for today. So let's have a little welcome party for Aaron, shall we?" Rias suggested.

"I'll get some tea," Koneko stated as she got up and left. Aaron rose an eyebrow at Rias, who formed a silent 'relax' to him.

A/N: So, that covers the first part of the first chapter. Hopefully no one is mad about the vampire shit. I don't know I kind of felt like doing it and I needed someone very, very old without being affiliated with one of the three fractions. So a vampire seemed like a good choice. Don't worry, he isn't going to be a pansy. At least I hope he won't. He is going to develop a soft spot for girls, this is Highschool DxD after all. Which means you all watched for the plot. read tits.

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