Pawn to E4 (Highschool DxD)

Keikaku

Freed was cornered, his back against the wall, the devil called Sora approached.

Bastard had made two things clear.

One: He absolutely hated him.

Two: He did not believe in reloading.

He had been mostly successful in avoiding being turned into swiss cheese until the bastard's bullets ceased. But his right leg had been shot through three times, and he took two shots through his right side.

Sora said nothing as he reached Freed, he just glared.

Freed remembered how things went down two weeks ago. The fucker had screamed like such a little bitch when he cut him up a bit.

Oh how the tables had turned.

But why was he taking so long? He was just standing there... menacingly. The will to kill was clear in his eyes, but also conflicted.

Oh, of course, that classic 'I'm not like you' spiel was probably going on through the brat's fucking head. Hell, even the gatling gun in his hands was shaking as his lips turned into a snarl. Good fucking Lord, get it over with already!

If he was going to die, at the very least don't make him fucking wait!

That and he was strapped with over a dozen Holy Water Grenades that'd go off the moment the first bullet hits his chest. Shit would absolutely soak the fucker and melt him to the bone like acid. It wasn't the first time he'd used this tactic, but still, having fucking grenades of any kind go off on his body hurt like hell, super soldier bullshit or not.

Click!

Freed blinked.

Click! Click!

Sora's eyes widened.

He pulled the trigger a few more times before the chains around his arms unraveled, and he began to struggle to lift the gatling gun. The gun slipped from his grip and fell to the ground with a harsh sound that echoed throughout the factory.

"Uhhhhhhh..." Sora made an awkward and nervous sound.

'Holy fuck, which one of us has Devil's Luck again? Fucker's out of juice!' A twisted grin began to form on Freed's face. "Having performance issues, buddy?"

All of the bravado and confidence practically drained from his face. "I-I swear this has never happened before!"

Freed barked in laughter as he slowly drew the handle of his light sword. "I'm sure, you fuckin' quickshot."

Irritation flashed across the devil's face. "Okay, first of all: no to that nickname. Second: ...can we have like a five minute gatorade break?"

Freed ignited his blade.

Sora's face fell. "Yeah... I figured."

[-]

Sona was confused.

She, her Peerage, and the ORC stood triumphantly before a small army of now defeated exorcists and three Fallen Angels. The battle had taken around a half hour, mostly because they were fighting non-lethally, if that had been going all out it would've only taken five minutes at minimum. But Sora's idea of blackmailing and extorting one of the Grigori's leaders for this nonsense was too good to pass up.

Something that the baker and amateur mangaka took full advantage of.

Even so...

"This was far too easy." Sona crossed her arms.

Her Queen, Tsubaki, nodded. "Agreed."

Tsubaki's Sacred Gear, Mirror Alice, was enough to knock the Fallen out of their formation and immediately ruin whatever strategy they had. After that it was practically clockwork as the Student Council and ORC practically took them apart.

It felt like overkill.

She had good money on it that Kiba and Koneko alone would've been more than enough to handle the exorcists. And Akeno could probably slaughter those Fallen in a single lightning strike. Of course, her own Peerage would've done just as well if not better, but still, she was expecting...more.

She frowned. "Yet it doesn't feel like a trap..."

The sounds of car tires drifting roared throughout the street corner as the sports car that Sona lent Sora slid around the corner. It sped down the street, before slamming on brakes, coming to a complete stop a few meters away from the group of defeated Fallen and exorcists.

The driver's side door opened, and a large sign fell out. It had a chibi illustration of Sora on it with his tongue stuck out and with him pulling one of his eyelids down.

It read: YOUR PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHER CASTLE!

Confetti then burst out of the opened driver's side door.

The collective reaction of everyone was the same. "What?"

The sound of footsteps came down the corner.

Sona's eyes widened. 'What? But I set up a barrier. No humans should be able to...'

"H-Hello?" A timid voice called out, a blonde girl with emerald eyes and wearing a nun's habit stepped onto the street, in her hands she held one of the flyers used to summon them for contracts, it must've been used to pass the barrier. "I'm Asia Argento, Sora sent me. Are Sona Sitri and Rias Gremory here?"

"Holy crap, she's cute!" Saji exclaimed.

Sona stared at her for a few seconds, glanced at the defeated group, the car, then back at the nun. "Yes, I am Sona Sitri. Where did you just come from, if you wouldn't mind me asking?"

"Oh, uh, the hotel that way." Asia pointed to the large fancy five star hotel a dozen blocks down.

Sona and Rias looked at each other for a few seconds.

The location, the timing, basically everything...

'How far ahead did Sora plan?'

Asia approached Sona, presenting the summoning flier. "He told me to give this to you."

"Ah, thank you." Sona took the flier, and flipped it front and back.

Nothing.

She turned to her Peerage. "Tsubaki, Tomoe, please make sure she's safe and guard her."

They nodded. "Yes, Kaichou."

As the two began chatting with the former nun, Sona noticed the ORC approaching the Fallen, specifically the one wearing the fedora.

"Alright, I'm going to make this simple." Rias spoke. There was a noticeable edge to her voice, "Tell me where Sora is."

The hat wearing Fallen scowled. "Tch. What makes you think I'll tell you a damn thing?"

The small blonde one laughed. "Besides, I'm sure that by now, Raynare's already done tearing your boy toy to shreds!"

Rias took a deep breath. "Akeno?"

The Queen smiled maliciously. "Of course, Buchou."

Akeno raised her dainty hand, and lightning struck the blonde Fallen Angel.

"AAAARRRRRRUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" She screamed in agony for ten full seconds before the Queen lowered her hand.

The lightning stopped, and the Fallen had slumped over unconscious. The one in the hooker outfit suddenly looked very nervous, and began scooting away from her comrade's now smoking body.

Akeno let out a rather sensuous giggle. "Ufufufu... tuckered out already? And you had such nice screams."

Saji paled. "O-Oi, Himejima-senpai is scary..."

Rias looked at him with utter disdain. "Feel like talking now?"

The male Fallen began sweating, but put up a brave face. "Y-You don't intimidate me! Damn Devils!"

Koneko, who had previously quietly let her King handle the situation, had enough of this Fallen's posturing. She walked past Rias, raised her leg and then-

CRACK!

Shattered the asphalt mere inches away from the Fallen's crotch with a single stomp. The Fallen let out a rather unmanly yelp as he scooted back a few feet.

"If you don't tell us where he is, I'll smash 'them.'" The small girl threatened darkly.

"T-Them?" The Fallen's voice turned small and slightly shrill.

Kiba, who'd already caught on to what his fellow Peerage member was doing, created a particularly dangerous looking sword and stood beside Koneko with an all too sweet smile. "I'll cut 'them' off."

Next was Akeno, she walked up beside Kiba, her hands arcing with electricity. "I'll zap 'them' till they pop!"

"I'll vaporize 'them,'" Rias said, the Power of Destruction floating in a ball over her hand, "And then the rest of you."

With each new threat to the Fallen's manhood, he paled further and further until he looked outright ghoulish. Even Saji looked like he was experiencing second hand agony at the mere images those threats brought up.

And at long last, he caved. "H-He's at the abandoned factory on the north side of town! God damn, just leave me alone!"

Koneko narrowed her eyes. "If you lied to us, then you can say goodbye to your balls. Am I understood?"

"Geez! It was the last place we saw him before we were apparently thrown for a wild goose chase!"

"The abandoned factory..." Rias nodded to herself. "I think I know where that is. Follow me!"

Sona watched as the ORC ran off, their wings soon unfurled and they took to the skies. No doubt Sora was going to get an earful or two after this whole mess was said and done, but speaking of the idiot...

Her attention was brought back to the summoning flier. What real purpose did it have? He was thinking so many steps ahead. He was able to predict the location they'd meet the Fallen, and even the amount of time it would take to beat them. Which was doubly confusing since Sora had never seen them fight.

How much did their chess games, the ones that she was sure he was cheating with that supercomputer of his, then proceeded to act like a smug little shit when he won three times in a row-

A blur moved through her version a few buildings down. She could make out a Kuoh Academy male uniform, and a red shirt.

Saji blinked. "Was that Hyoudou-san?"

Sona looked at the flier again, and ran a few basic analysis spells on it. There was some writing on the back of the paper.

All According To Keikaku.