A/N: Hey guys.. and girls, I just made a new Story book call {Music of Cinnamon Roll} it's my first time I write myself.. Well to tell you the truth I don't know much about English stuff but I will trying my best and hope you guys/girls enjoy reading.

So please what you think about the New story I made.
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He had been correct in assuming that the night would be very uncomfortable. With their numbers suddenly doubled in a single night, they hadn't had enough futons for everyone. This left them to either share or sleep on the floor.

Tamamo had given hers to the fallen angels and immediately volunteered to share with him, which was rejected as Emi demanded he relinquish his futon to her. He'd agreed, of course, as he didn't look forward to being killed as he slept.

People die if they are killed, after all.

This had forced the fox-girl to share with an irritated Mordred, as Morgiana had volunteered to share with Suzuki. Ashiya had likewise been kicked out of his futon by Suzuno, who shared with Saber.

Thankfully for Issei, Tamamo insisted that he not sleep on the floor and so he spent the night snuggled in between the fox and the blonde knight.

Ashiya, however, had been banished to sleep in the bathtub.

Issei had also been correct in assuming the night would be long, as he spent the majority of it trading barbs with an irate Emi. Their whispered arguments had kept the others awake, leaving all of them in a rather bad mood. Except Suzuno. But considering how loudly she snored, Issei figured she could sleep through an earthquake, thunderstorm and fire. Simultaneously.

But then, as though rewarding them for enduring such intense hardship, the Holy Grail appeared before them.

Or rather, a pot of udon had.

It seems that Suzuno had brought an entire rucksack of the glorious stuff with her. Issei wasn't sure why, but he wasn't going to complain. Tamamo had spent ten minutes thanking whatever deity would listen. Not even the burning headache she received for her trouble was able to extinguish her exuberance.

Issei himself had been tempted to kiss the kimono-clad woman, but refrained, as he didn't wish to be mauled by nearly every female in the room. But he doubted even that could ruin his good mood today.

"Honestly, how can the King of Demons act so undignified by being offered cheap noodles?" Emi sniffed.

His eye twitched. If there was one thing that could, however, it was her. He was about to retort when a knock on the door drew his attention. Sighing slightly, he rose from his seat and answered it.

"H-Hello, Issei-san!" Asia squeaked as she bowed from the other side. The brown-haired boy blinked for several moments before face palming.

He'd forgotten that Asia would be staying here as well. It seems that Ashiya would be sleeping in the bathtub for a while longer. Issei made a mental note to try being nicer to the poor man. The things he had to go through... Ashiya truly was his most loyal servant!

"Issei-kun, are you okay?" Rias, who was sporting a red tracksuit, questioned. Issei wiped the tears from his face and nodded.

"Yeah," he sniffed. He looked behind them and saw an exhausted Chiho teetering precariously on her feet wearing a pink tracksuit. "Would you like to come in? We're about to have breakfast."

Rias winced. "Uh..."

"It's not cucumbers," Issei assured her. This seemed to do the trick as she smiled.

"Very well then, thank you," she nodded as the three girls took their shoes off. "And what will we be having?"

"A friend of ours brought some udon," he replied. Rias raised an eyebrow.

"A friend?" she repeated.

"Issei-dono, who is at the door?" Suzuno called out from where she was cooking. She had volunteered to do so; seeing how Ashiya's back had been thrown out due to his awkward sleeping position in the bathtub. Chiho's eyes widened upon hearing the unfamiliar feminine voice. She rushed inside and spotted the three new girls.

"I-Issei-san, who are these people?" the brown-haired girl exclaimed.

"Ah, they're friends of ours that came into town," Issei answered easily. "They don't have a place to stay so we're letting them stay here until they can get a place of their own."

"I'm not your fri-" Emi was cut off as Saber placed a hand over her mouth.

"Yes, Issei-san was very kind in allowing us to stay here," the blonde nodded.

"I see," Rias said, raising an eyebrow. "And may I ask your names?"

"Yusa Emi."

"Kamazuki Suzuno."

"Sadie Knight," Saber bowed politely. "I am Molly's sister."

"And may I ask what your true name is?" Rias urged, seeing through the lie immediately.

"No, you can't," Mordred growled. The crimson-haired girl looked startled at the blonde knight's sudden hostility.

Issei placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "She's going to figure it out eventually," he said softly. "Rias isn't stupid by any means. Your resemblance is uncanny..." She simply grunted and slipped his hand off her shoulder, striding across the room and taking a seat next to Suzuki.

Saber bit her lip as she watched the other girl walk away, an action that was obvious to anyone that was watching. "I would prefer if my true identity remain unknown for now," she said after a while. "If you must call me otherwise, then please refer to me as 'Saber'."

"...Very well, Saber-san," Rias nodded as she sat down. Chiho did likewise, if not a bit sulkingly.

"Mou..." she muttered. "More competition."

"So... we are having udon, yes?" Rias questioned, ignoring the brown-haired girl's muttering.

"Suzuno brought a big batch of it with her," Issei nodded. He glanced at Asia who had taken a seat next to Yuuma against the wall. Since there were so many people there, they were forced to sit throughout the apartment. "Asia, do you have everything with you?"

"Yes, Issei-san," the nun said. "I was told to pack a single suitcase when I came to this country so I don't have much."

"It's my hope to have a place for Asia by the week's end, Issei-kun," Rias explained as Suzuno placed a bowl of udon in front of her.

The brown-haired boy nodded. "And we should hopefully have found a place for our friends as well."

"We'll be going apartment hunting after breakfast," Emi stated coolly. "I'd rather not stay here longer than absolutely necessary."

"I don't exactly want you here either," he snapped in return. Rias raised an eyebrow.

"I thought they were your..." she suddenly trailed off, causing them to turn to her curiously. The crimson-haired girl was currently staring at something across the room. Turning towards what caught her attention, Issei froze at the horrifying sight.

It was Saber.

But that wasn't what frightened him. It was the fact that she was currently eating at an alarming pace. She was practically inhaling the noodles faster than Suzuno could place them in her bowl.

'Where does it all go?' Issei wondered in amazement. 'I doubt even Morgiana could eat that much so quickly.'

"You'd better eat your fill," Emi remarked. "Or Saber will eat it all."

"But there are four pots of udon!" Tamamo exclaimed. "She couldn't possibly eat it all!"

Said blonde slurped up the last bit of noodles and sighed contently. She turned towards Suzuno and handed her bowl over.

"See-"

"Sevenths, please," Saber asked politely.

...

"Every man for himself!"

Issei wasn't entirely sure who said it. It had most likely been Chachazero but he was too busy rushing towards the udon to really care at this point.

"Wait!" Ashiya cried from where he was still stuck in the bathtub. "Somebody! Anybody! Bring me some! I can't move!"

He was duly ignored in following chaos.

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"Well, Issei-kun," Rias bowed as she stood outside the doorway with Chiho and Asia. "Thank you for a most... interesting breakfast. I've got to get back to Chiho's training. Asia has been kind enough to volunteer her assistance."

"I'll be back this evening, Issei-san!" the blonde girl bowed. Issei nodded.

"Alright, here's your key to the apartment," he handed her the small silver item. "Don't lose it."

"I won't, promise!" Asia said as she followed Rias and Chiho down the corridor.

"Well, we better get to work as well," Tamamo exclaimed as she stood with Yuuma and Mittelt.

"Oh, all of you?" Issei questioned. The fox-girl nodded.

"Yup, we need all the help we can get if we want a better living style," she explained. "And considering the type of clothes Mittelt-chan here likes to wear, I figured she'd enjoy working at the café."

"And I'm being dragged along for the ride," Yuuma muttered as Tamamo suddenly reached down and pulled a surprised Mordred to her feet.

"Oi, what the hell?"

"You're coming too, Mordred-chan!" the fox said mischievously. "It's high time you stopped freeloading here."

"I'm not freeloading!" the blonde snapped, but it was no use, as she was already being dragged out of the apartment.

"We'll be back later, Ise-kun," Yuuma called back as she and Mittelt followed after the struggling blonde knight.

"I'll be heading out, too," Suzuki said, stepping out of the bathroom. She and the other girls had dragged Ashiya out after breakfast, as they needed to get changed. She had been in the restroom for this very reason.

She currently wore a more 'normal' outfit than what she usually wore. The black-haired girl had let her hair down, with it now falling to her lower back in waves. She wore a white tank-top with dark blue trim and had a navy blue jacket with false fur lining the hood thrown it. She was now also sporting a pair of blue jean shorts and a pair of thigh high brown boots.

"I was asked by a director about doing some modeling work," Suzuki explained.

"Modeling?" Issei asked in surprise. "You?" Her eyes narrowed.

"You think I can't do it?" she demanded.

"Oh, no!" Issei said quickly, raising his hands in surrender. "I was just... surprised is all? You've never really expressed an interest in anything like this before."

"Well, you have to do what you have to do," she shrugged as she slipped passed him. "I'll be back in time for dinner."

"Issei-sama," Morgiana said quietly.

"Let me guess, you've got work too?" She nodded.

"Supervisor-san has asked that I aid in construction again," she said as she stepped passed him.

"Jeez, am I the only one not doing anything today?" Issei complained.

"I will not be doing anything, Issei-sama." Ashiya called out from where he was laying on a futon. "I will not be doing anything for quite a while..."

"I'm sorry for not getting you any udon, Ashiya," the brown-haired boy sighed.

"It is no fault of yours, Issei-sama," the white-haired man exclaimed. "It is imperative that you remain healthy and at top strength. My only regret is that I will be of little use to you in this state."

"Wow, is that all you think of?" Calawarner asked in amusement.

"Serving and being of use to Issei-sama is my highest priority," Ashiya nodded. The blue-haired angel rolled her eyes.

"Well, how about I fix up that back of yours?" she offered with a small smirk. "Can't have the Demon King's Greatest General flopping about because of a bad back, can we?"

"If you could, I would be most appreciative," he replied before the fallen angel rolled him onto his stomach and began massaging his injured back.

"Well, I better start apartment hunting," Emi said after a while. She stood up and stretched.

"I'll go with you, Emi-dono," Suzuno volunteered as she too stood up.

"We'll be back later," the redhead told him.

"Yeah, yeah," Issei said dismissively. He made to sit down at the kotatsu but suddenly found himself being dragged out the door. "Oi, what gives?"

"Listen," Emi hushed him. "While it's true that Saber likes to eat; she doesn't eat like that unless there's something bothering her."

"Is that so?" he muttered.

"Yes," the redhead whispered. "So be nice to her. If I find out that you've hurt her in some callous, idiotic way..." She made a scissor-like motion with her fingers and gestured towards a certain part of his anatomy that made him flinch. "With rusty ones." She finished with a growl.

"Yeah, yeah," he scowled.

"Emi-dono," Suzuno called. Emi nodded.

"Remember, be nice!" And with that, the two took off. Issei heaved a sigh before re-entering the room. It was now significantly emptier. Ashiya and Calawarner both busy in their corner and Saber sat leaning against the wall, staring out the window.

Let's see now... Should he ask her what's wrong? Or would that classify as 'callous and idiotic'? Perhaps a more delicate approach...?

"Excuse me... Issei-sama?" Oh? It seems that she would be making the first move.

"Hmm?" he hummed questioningly. "Need something?"

The blonde girl hesitated for several moments. Issei watched her posture carefully. Her entire body seemed to radiate stiffness; and her seiza position certainly wasn't doing her any favors. Issei watched as the former king seemed to struggle in continuing her train of thought.

"Saber?" he began. "Relax. Go ahead and ask; we're all friends here. Or, well... you know what I mean."

The blonde smiled slightly before slowly relaxing her posture. "Yes... thank you,"

"Let me guess," Issei offered. "It involves a certain violent blonde?"

Saber nodded, smiling wanly. "Indeed it does," she said. "I should have known it would not escape your notice."

"Well you two weren't exactly being subtle about your... issues," he chuckled as she flushed in embarrassment. It was truly surprising how easily flustered she was.

"I wish to... reconcile with her," Saber admitted. "But... I don't know how to go about doing such."

"Well, have you tried talking with her?" he offered.

"I have," the blonde nodded. "But she just ends up getting angry with me."

"Perhaps it's best to stay away from that topic," he suggested. "For now, at least. Try and find common ground with her first. Let her become comfortable with you and let your relationship progress from there."

"You're asking me... to start over?" the former king questioned.

"Saber..." Issei said delicately. "I don't really think you ever started to begin with."

This statement seemed to startle the blonde. She took a moment to go over his words and frowned as she found the truth in them. And Mordred wasn't the only one she had kept at arm's length. She'd distanced herself from everyone the moment she pulled Caliburn from the stone.

"...You're right," Saber said quietly. "I've never tried to understand her before. Or anyone for that matter."

"But it's not too late to start," Issei smiled. Saber was silent for several moments before returning it.

"Yes, I'd like that," she nodded. The blonde girl bowed lowly to him. "Thank you, Issei-sama."

"Of course," he chuckled. "And you can drop the 'sama'."

"That would be... inappropriate of me," Saber denied him. "But... Issei-sama? May I ask for your assistance once more?"

"Oh?" he questioned. "What now?"

"While I wish to understand Mordred better," she began. "I do not know what interests her."

"Hmm," Issei hummed. "Well... she likes to fight, but I doubt you want to fight her."

"Indeed," Saber nodded solemnly. "I think that fighting each other, even simple sparring would bring up... bad memories. For the both of us."

"Well," he smirked. "I think I have an idea. But you're going to have to get changed first."

"Change?" the blonde asked in confusion. "Is what I am wearing not practical?"

Issei shook his head. "Not for what I have in mind. Would you be comfortable riding a horse in that?"

Saber glanced down at her attire and frowned. "No," she admitted. "But this is the only outfit I currently possess."

"Well, I'm sure some of Mordred's clothes will fit you."

"I'd prefer not to wear her clothing," Saber said quietly. "I don't wish to upset her any more than necessary."

"I see," Issei frowned. "Well, I'm sure Tamamo won't mind if I let you borrow some of her clothes." He began rummaging through one of their suitcases. He spent a while sorting through some of the more racy outfits before finding something more appropriate. He tossed the clothes towards the blonde. "They might be a little big for you though."

She caught them and nodded at him gratefully before entering the bathroom to change.

"I gather that you're taking Saber-san out?" Ashiya questioned from where Calawarner was still massaging his back.

"Yeah," Issei nodded. "We should be back around late afternoon. Dinner at the latest."

"Very well," the white-haired man nodded. "But Issei-sama, I must implore you. Please do not spend too much on your outing."

"Relax, Ashiya," Issei waved him off. "What I'm planning should cost us little-to-no money."

The white-haired man looked like he was about to say something but trailed off as he stared at something behind Issei. Curious, the brown-haired boy turned around to see Saber fidgeting behind him.

He'd been correct in assuming the clothes would be too big for her. The blonde currently wore a mauve, long-sleeved, off-collar shirt several sizes too large that nearly fell off her petite shoulders completely. Over this she wore a frilly brown, spaghetti-strapped shirt that nearly fell to mid-thigh and obscured the pair of black bicycle shorts he had given her.

The entire ensemble made her already small frame seem even tinier. Saber's entire face was flushed red as she fidgeted about awkwardly. "H-How does it look...?"

'W-What's with this sudden burst of cuteness?' Issei wondered as he watched her tug the hem of her shirt nervously.

Yet another difference between the two blondes it seems. Whereas Mordred became violent and edgy when embarrassed, Saber seemed to become shy and flustered.

"You look adorable," the blue-haired fallen angel nearly squealed at the sight of her. Saber flushed even more as Issei and Ashiya both stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Uh, yeah," the brown-haired boy said, scratching the back of his head.

"I've never worn something like this before," the blonde remarked, glancing down at herself.

"You should wear that kind of stuff more often," Issei smiled. "You look great."

Saber smiled slightly, fidgeting again. "Is this more suitable for what you wish to do?"

The brown-haired boy nodded. "It is," he said as he led her out the door. "Let's go."

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"Issei-sama?" Saber questioned as she glanced about at their surroundings. "Where are we?"

He was currently leading her through a well known bad neighborhood. Menacing figures could be seen glaring at them from their nooks and crannies. It was exactly the kind of place you didn't want to be bringing helpless young girls; especially if they were dressed the way Saber was.

But the blonde was neither young nor helpless. She could likely hold her own against Mordred in a fist fight. And in Issei's humble opinion: if you could take Mordred in a fist fight; you could take anyone.

He ignored her question in favor of approaching a shady looking man sitting on a nearby bench. The man glared at him as he came closer.

"Excuse me, sir?" Issei asked politely.

"What' d'ya want, kid?" the man growled.

"I'm looking for the gang that moved in recently, do you know where I can find them?" He watched as the large man paled considerably.

"T-Those lunatics?" the man hissed. "Trust me, kid. You do not want to get involved with them."

"A gang?" Saber questioned, her face slipping into a serious frown. "Are we going to deal with them?"

"I suppose you could say that," Issei chuckled.

"Don't tell me you're one of them?" the man asked warily. Issei waved him off.

"Nah, but I still want to meet them; could you tell me where they usually hang out?" The man stared at him for a while before sighing.

"Fine," he grunted. "But don't say I didn't warn ya. They've taken over the old auto-repair shop down the street. They spend most of the day there and terrorize the neighborhood at night."

"Thank you, sir," Issei smiled before leading Saber away.

"I can understand your desire to bring these people to justice, Issei-sama," the blonde remarked. "But what does this have to do with Mordred and her interests?"

"Oh, we're not bringing them to justice," he replied offhandedly. Saber glanced at him in surprise.

"We're not? Then what are we doing?"

"We'll be... doing business with them," Issei replied as they turned the corner. "Ah, there it is!"

Saber looked up to see a rundown repair shop sitting on the corner of the next street. With a small frown she followed the brown-haired boy until they reached the garage door.

Issei banged on the door loudly before forcing it open. They were met with dozens of menacing men glaring at them angrily. Or rather, squinting, as the sun obscured their forms from the mens' eyes.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" one of them growled.

"Oh, you don't remember me?" Issei smirked as he stepped into the shop. "I'm hurt, Tanaka-san!"

"You!" the man, Tanaka apparently, shouted. "You bastard! What do you want?!"

"I'm just here to ask you guys for a favor," the brown-haired boy grinned.

"And just why would we help you?" Tanaka growled.

"Well, you wouldn't so much be helping me as much as you would her," Issei admitted. Saber took that as her cue to enter the shop. Her gaze was cold and stern as she stared them all down.

Despite the fact that she was currently wearing frilly clothing that made her look even tinier than she really was, every man in the building paled simultaneously at the sight of her.

"A-Aneki!" Tanaka squeaked.

"Close," Issei smiled. "This is Sadie, Molly's sister. She doesn't know very much about motorcycles and she'd like to learn more in order to become closer to her sister. Would any of you gentlemen be willing to donate a bike to her cause?"

"Issei-sama?" Saber whispered to him questioningly. He winked at her.

"You see, Molly has been upset lately because Sadie here doesn't really understand her," Issei continued. "And you know how she is when she's upset."

If possible, the men paled even further. Some of them even began sobbing quietly to themselves. Tanaka, their fearless leader, began shaking uncontrollably.

"She'll most likely take it out on you guys," the brown-haired boy finished.

"Take whatever you want!" Tanaka cried, his eyes dilating in fear.

"Really?" Issei asked. "I mean... I don't want to be too much of a bother..."

"JUST TAKE IT AND GO!" the man shouted as tears began falling down his face. He quickly ran out the room in tears, his gang mates following him in similar states of distress. Issei shrugged.

"You heard the man," he nodded at Saber. The blonde merely stared at him in shock for several moments before shaking her head.

"Isn't this illegal?" Saber asked.

"Hey, he said we could have it," Issei retorted.

"Still..."

"Do you not want to share in Mordred's hobbies?"

The blonde was silent for several moments. "I've never ridden one before," she admitted after a while. "I don't know the first thing about them."

"Just choose whichever one catches your eye," Issei shrugged. Saber frowned and began looking over the various motorcycles lining the garage. After several moments she apparently found one to her liking. "...I like this one."

Issei looked it over and whistled. "A Kawasaki Ninja ZX6R?" he remarked as he examined the sleek blue and black bike. "Not bad. Not bad at all." He snatched the keys which were laying on a nearby countertop and mounted the bike.

"Is this really one of Mordred's interests?" she questioned.

"Probably the only thing she likes more than fighting," Issei nodded as he revved the engine. "You ready to learn how to drive?"

"Like I said, I've never ridden one before," Saber said as she mounted behind him. "But I'll do my best."

"Don't worry," he waved off her concern. "If you and Mordred are anything alike, I'm sure you'll catch on quickly."

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Sometimes, he really hated being right. "Saber, slow down!" Issei shouted over the roaring wind as the two of them raced down the city streets. The blonde didn't seem to hear him as she slammed the gas even harder.

He'd been correct in assuming she'd be a natural at riding but this was a little much. She'd taken to it like a fish to water; a fish that got a serious high from being in water.

"This is amazing!" the blonde exclaimed as she made an extremely sharp turn, narrowly avoiding a taxi by a few inches. "I can see why Mordred enjoys this so much!"

"What is wrong with you people?!" Issei shouted. "Is there something in the water in Britain?!"

"Don't know, haven't been back in centuries!"

"Why did you choose to reply to that?!" the brown-haired boy demanded. "Whatever. It's getting late! We need to go home. Now!"

"...Do we have to?" Was she whining?! Issei sighed. Time to bring out his secret weapon.

"If we don't, all the food will be gone."

"...What did you just say...?"

"Well, Morgiana is a pretty big eater herself," he explained. "If we don't hurry back - NO! Damn it, SLOW DOWN!"

Of course he was completely ignored. Issei grunted as he heard the sounds of police sirens blaring behind them. Saber didn't seem to notice them as she continued to commit second degree murder on the speed limit.

As he blearily watched the police lights fade behind them in the distance, he was thankful that the license plate wasn't registered under their name yet.

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"We're back!" Issei called out wearily as he stepped into the apartment.

"Welcome back, Master," a chorus of voices returned. That in itself was hardly unusual. What was unusual, however, were the people saying it.

"Yuuma?" he asked in confusion. "Mittelt? What are you wearing?"

The two fallen angels were currently wearing frilly gothic maid costumes, tea trays tucked in front of them as they bowed to him. Yuuma flushed in embarrassment.

"It's the costume I have to wear at work," she replied. Mittelt did a twirl and winked at him.

"You like?" she asked.

"Can't say I don't," he said neutrally. "And where are Tamamo and Mordred? Weren't they with you?"

"Damn it; let me go!" Mordred's voice shouted from the bathroom. Tamamo emerged, apparently attempting to drag her out.

"But you have to show Master!" the fox cried. "You look so cute!"

"He's here?!" the blonde shouted. "No! Damn you, fox! Let me go!"

With a mighty heave and a bit of reinforcement magic, Tamamo hurled the blonde into the room in all her cosplay glory. She froze before him like a deer in the headlights.

The only way to describe it was as some sort of bizarre gothic wedding attire. Rather than a dress, she was clad in a skin-tight bodysuit of pure white. The entire outfit was adorned with straps and zippers in the oddest of places; all of which seemed to serve no practical purpose whatsoever. Covering her hair was a frilly white wedding veil and on her hands were a pair of frilly white gloves. Trailing from her waist was the train of a wedding dress; its edges burned off, giving it a tattered appearance.

The blonde girl looked up at him as he stood staring at her in mute shock. Her entire face had gone red, her hand twitching towards a nonexistent sword. "W-Well?" she demanded, attempting to sound nonchalant and failing miserably.

Issei blinked and nodded slowly. "It... I like it," he said with a small smile. "Tamamo is right. You look cute."

"Doesn't she?" the fox squealed. She then spotted Saber standing behind him. "Ara? Aren't those my clothes?"

"Yes, I apologize for using them without your permission," Saber bowed to her. "Issei-sama insisted that I wear something else for the day. I'll return them immediately."

"No, it's fine," Tamamo grinned. "I think it suits you more than it suits me. You look almost as adorable as Mordred-chan!"

The girl in questioned scowled slightly at Saber. "And what were you doing today?"

"I was riding my new motorcycle," she replied carefully. Mordred blinked in surprise.

"You... were?" she asked.

"I found it thoroughly enjoyable," Saber smiled. "Perhaps we can race some time?"

The other blonde blinked once again before a smirk overtook her face. "Oh, you think you can take me in a race?" she asked challengingly, crossing her arms. "What're ya riding?"

"A Kawasaki Ninja," Saber said, remembering Issei mention the name earlier.

"A Ninja?" Mordred grinned. "Not bad. Can't stand up to my Hayabusa, though."

Issei smiled slightly as he watched the two go at it. He plopped himself down next to Emi as she sipped her tea. "Not bad, Maou." She smirked. "Guess you're not such an idiot after all."

"Thanks," he growled. "Did you manage to get an apartment? I want you out of here ASAP."

"Of course I managed to get an apartment," the redhead said haughtily. "I don't want to stay in this dump any longer than necessary."

"It's not much of an improvement, however," Suzuno interrupted, handing Issei a cup of tea. "Considering that we're moving in next door."

"Suzuno!"

"He would have found out sooner or later, Emi-dono," the kimono-clad woman said calmly.

"Y-You'll be what...?" Issei whispered. Emi glared at him.

"Our duty is to keep watch on you, Maou," she said in an attempt to save face. "We need to be close by should you attempt anything."

So he would practically be living with her for the foreseeable future? Well, that completely ruined his day. 'What else could possibly go wrong?' Issei bemoaned.

"Dinner's ready!" Ashiya exclaimed, placing it on the table. "Cucumbers à la honey!"

You know, he really hated his life sometimes.
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