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In short, the possibility of Emiya Shirou being an enemy was equal parts worrying and welcome to Hyoudou Issei. Worrying due to the fact he could apparently match Freed Sellzen wielding an Excalibur, and even destroy said Holy Blade, and welcome in that Issei could finally return the favour without getting shafted for it by the faculty.
Kuoh Academy, mid-day...
It went without saying that Shirou's return to Kuoh Academy was a cautious one, the redhead Faker spending every moment twitching at shadows and sudden noises, his hands clenching, ready to summon Kanshou and Bakuya to defend himself.
While Azazel had assured him that not even Freed would be stupid enough to try anything on Academy grounds without considerable back-up, Shirou hadn't forgotten the insanity in the Stray Exorcist's eyes, and it wasn't as if Freed was working alone, as someone had to have given him Rapidly in the first place.
There was also Rias Gremory to consider. After their little altercation, there was no way Kiba hadn't informed the redheaded 'Onee-sama' of Shirou's involvement. And since Rias was apparently good friends with Shitori Souna, there was a good chance the rest of the Student Council now knew about him as well.
While this was admittedly less of a concern since, like Azazel, they apparently harboured no ill will towards humanity, it still left the Faker backed into a corner, surrounded on all sides by non-human entities that not only knew he wasn't 'normal', but had destroyed an apparently Holy Sword.
And so he'd come to school, despite Azazel insisting he get some more rest, prepared to face an ambush, or at the very least an interrogation, only to spend the entire day jumping at shadows. It therefore came as something of a relief when they made their move when Lunch Period rolled round, the Faker opening the door to his class, intending to eat on the roof, where he'd be awarded a modicum of privacy and room to manoeuvre in the event of an attack, only to find Saji Genshiro waiting for him.
"Yo, Emiya." The non-human greeted, his tone and posture so similar to that of the Faker's 'old friend', Matou Shinji, that for a moment he almost lashed out reflexively, only stopping at Saji's look of alarm "Whoa! Simmer down!" the blonde yelped, raising both hands placatingly "I'm not here to cause trouble, Kaichou simply wanted to see you!"
"I see…" Shirou noted, the Faker relaxing slightly now that one of the shoes he'd been watching for finally dropped, offering the blonde a polite nod "Sorry if I startled Saji-san, I've been expecting something like this all day and it kind of made me jittery."
"Yeah, I can understand that." Saji concurred, relaxing somewhat as he gestured for Shirou to follow him through the halls filled with gossiping schoolgirls, pausing only briefly to compliment, or flirt, in passing before growing serious as they arrived at the Student Council Office. "I've brought him, Kaichou." he called out, opening the door and holding it open for Shirou to enter, the Redhead doing so cautiously, several nameless blades ready to be brought into the world at the slightest hint of violence from anyone inside.
"Thank you, Saji." Sona offered, the reserved Student Council President sitting beside Rias on a double chair with Tsubaki and Akeno standing behind them. The rest of the Student Council and Occult Research Club were likewise scattered around the room, the former greeting the redhead with reserved smiles while the latter seemed divided between indifferent, nervous and outright hostile.
'Huh…that's right.' Shirou muttered, blinking at the sight of a scowling Hyoudou Issei, having entirely forgotten that the pervert had joined the ORC some time ago, sometime after he'd been running around claiming to have gotten a girlfriend if memory served. At the time, Shirou hadn't given the matter much thought. Indeed, like most of the student body he actively strove not to think about the Perverted Trio at all if he could help it, but it was kind of hard to ignore when someone's scent changed from that of a human to something distinctly not-so overnight.
"W-What is it?" Issei demanded, the perverts voice snapping the redhead out of his thoughts, realizing he'd been unwittingly staring at the pervert fairly intensely "You wanna start something, bastard?!"
"Issei! Calm down." Rias called out, her tone brooking no argument, the self-proclaimed Harem King flinching at her words before backing down, though he continued to glare at Shirou sullenly "I'm sorry, Emiya-kun." The redhead offered with a smile "I'm afraid Issei's still a little sore with you."
"So long as he keeps his hands to himself, we shouldn't have a problem." Shirou assured her, and in all honesty he didn't care to deal with the pervert's shenanigans at the moment, not with several decidedly more palpable threats staring him right in the face "Here," he offered, holding out the bag he'd brought with him "I figured something like this would happen, so I brought a peace offering."
"My how considerate of you." Akeno chirped, the reason for her amusement apparent as almost every female in the room, excluding herself and Asia Argento, who merely perked up slightly, straightened at the sight of the bag, their eyes locking onto it like heat-seeking missiles "More of your infamous 'Devil's Food Cake'?"
"Nothing so fancy," Shirou assured her, earning looks of disappointment from the crowd, though Sona looked oddly relieved for some reason "Just some Daifuku I made the night before."
At the mention of the ground mochi-balls the disinterested expression on the white-haired loli in the corner was replaced with a catlike intensity that would've almost been cute if looking at her didn't remind Shirou painfully of Ilya.
"Thank you, Emiya-kun." Sona offered, Tsubaki accepting the bag from him with a polite nod before retreating with Akeno to the small kitchenette the Student Council used to prepare tea "I take it you know why we invited you here today?"
"I have my suspicions." Shirou admitted, his tone relaxed as he subtly ran his eyes over the assembled non-humans, only to frown at a glaring absence among them "I don't see Kiba-san, is he alright?"
"Yuuto is…taking a leave of absence at the moment." Rias sighed, her troubled expression heightening the Faker's concern for the blonde swordsman "Oh, don't worry, he's fine." She assured him with a genuine smile "Though I must admit, it does my heart good to see you so concerned for him."
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