So apparently, Issei had a boyfriend. And a bunch of other friends besides that ( Read more... )

Issei paced around near the bottom of the steps to the temple ( Read more... )

Hopefully this would go better than Vanessa's last visit ( Read more... )

The moment Issei read Vanessa's post, he knew the jig was up. Someone had told her who was responsible for the theft. And someone else would doubtless provide a worldhop for her, so he did the only reasonable thing he could do ( Read more... )

There had been a reason he'd picked this task first, and it wasn't only because he knew Amagi probably wouldn't kill him. It was easy. He didn't know how to sneak around places and steal things, but he'd heard enough about messing up other people's homes, and cleaned enough graffiti off of the school walls, that he was sure he could mess up an ( Read more... )

Deep breaths. Deep, calming breaths ( Read more... )

Issei was not exactly at his most alert after waking up, and certainly not at his most alert after waking up after passing out from stress and exhaustion. (He really hadn't gotten enough sleep when he was at Shirou's house. That could have been a problem ( Read more... )

Issei hummed softly to himself as he sat on the top step of the stairs to the temple. It really was a beautiful day outside - the sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, his boyfriend was coming over for a visit and would be arriving in a few minutes - everything he could have wanted out of the day ( Read more... )

Issei was very, very nervous ( Read more... )

Some people had no sense of proportion.

Hakuba Saguru was apparently one of those people. Issei hadn't been lying when he said that even a fast-food place would have been good enough for him, but no. Hakuba wanted to go to Paris. And while there was nothing wrong with Paris, aside from the fact that Issei wouldn't be able to read any of the ( Read more... )