Chapter 20

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(F/N) slowly snuck into the house, after his battle with Lillith. He pushed his bike the rest of the way to the house, so the engines won't wake up anyone that was already asleep. He entered the empty and silent house, slowly closing the door behind him to make sure that he wasn't making too many sounds. He slowly ascended the stairs, debating, halfway through, if he should rush up and limit the chances of stepping on a creaking floorboard, or just continue with the slow and silent approach.

When he eventually did reach the top, it wasn't until his foot hit the top step that it creaked under his weight. He winced, paused for a moment, and then looked around. He didn't hear anyone, he didn't see anyone, so he continued. He tip-toed over towards Issei's room, walking by his parent's room, where he then opened up the door and scanned the interior.

Issei was still asleep, thank goodness. With as much grace as he could, he closed the door, slipped into his sleeping bag, and closed his eyes.

Perhaps actually sleeping will help persuade them that I didn't just walk in, (F/N) thought to himself. He tucked his bullet-riddled shirt further beneath the pillow part of the bag, rested his head down, and closed his eyes to sleep however many hours or minutes he has until he has to wake up and go to school. Damn, I didn't grab a book bag. What am I going to tell them? Store closed early? Went to the next town? And what about this jacket? They're definitely going to have some upsetting thoughts. And there's this shirt still. I don't want to look suspicious if I take it with me and dispose of it. He let out a sigh. I'll just sleep on it. I'm sure I'll come up with something in the next few minutes. He allowed himself to begin slipping away to unconsciousness, to get some rest after basically staying up late at night. Though he was going to get called out on it, and likely scolded by his sister and the Hyoudou parents, he thought it best to greet it head-on, when he woke up-

Before he could even get a second of sleep, Issei's alarm went off. It played whatever stereotypical harem girl on the screen, and told him to wake up. (F/N)'s eyes opened instantly, his eyelids covering half of his eye, but the red veins attached to his human eyes were starting to appear more visible. He groaned, wanting a good night's rest before any trouble began to arise, but alas.

What followed were concerned questions. It was the first thing (F/N) was introduced to as he appeared before Mrs. Hyoudou. Asia joined in, checking his body for any scars and scratches, instantly healing him to ensure that any injuries he did sustain were gone. (F/N) did his best to hide the holes in his clothing; rolling up his sleeves and moving his legs so that they wouldn't notice his wounds. They asked all kinds of questions; where were you? Where did you go? Did you at least get what you were looking for? What took so long? (F/N) did his best to lie, to cover up for what the Rider had done, and then proceeded to walk out of the house with Issei and Asia.

Asia clung closely to (F/N) as they walked. She hugged his torso, holding him tightly so he wouldn't leave her side. (F/N), in the meantime, avoided eye contact. He was tired, but he was also wary of what they would think of him.

"Asia, I'm going to be fine," (F/N) said, before he yawned.

"I don't believe you," Asia said in a cute pout. "You're probably going to crash, and you'll end up in the hospital again, and that'll just make me even more worried."

"Are you sure you can drive?" Issei asked. "I'm sure my dad can give you a lift to and from your school."

"I'll be fine," (F/N) replied, before he yawned again. "Just got to go and get coffee," he said, though he remembered that he spent nearly every yen in his pocket for stupid pouches on his motorcycle.

"You'll only fall asleep in class!" Asia pointed out. "If you do that, you're going to get in trouble with the teachers!" Issei held his chin and looked up.

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