Haru scratched the back of his head, slowly losing feeling in his right arm as Tamamo, back in her human-like disguise, had her body wrapped around it. The feeling of breasts smothering his arm was a most delightful experience indeed.
He could not say the same about the deathglares that Motohama and Matsuda were sending him.
"HARU YOU TRAITOR!"
"DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!"
And other indignant remarks.
To be perfectly frank, he honestly expected this. Unlike before with Yuma, though, he wasn't flaunting Tamamo off. If anything, he was more worried about himself. He was in deep water enough with Sona due to his activities. What would she do if he brought a complete stranger to the school? And with her latching onto his arm, no less? Granted, she was very affectionate and he was enjoying every second of it, but he did not want to incur the wrath of the Iron Maiden.
"They're a lively bunch, aren't they?" Tamamo remarked.
Haru gave an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head. "Y-yeah, I guess so," he said. "Guys, this is Tamamo. Tama-chan, these are my friends, Motohama and Matsuda."
"Ah! Okaa-sama mentioned these two before! The pedophile and the peeping tom!"
Haru sweatdropped. Dammit, mom. What did you tell her? Granted, they're spot on, but come on...
"Oi oi!" Matsuda cried indignantly. "I'm not a pedophile! It ain't a crime to admire legal loli's!"
"And technically, all three of us are peeping toms." Motohama pointed out before glaring at Haru again. "Also, go to hell you treacherous bastard! How dare you get a girlfriend before us?!"
"W-well, I wouldn't say girlfriend as much as..." Haru trailed off, catching what the three-size scouter had just said. "Wait, what did you just say?"
"That you can go to—"
"No no! After that!"
The two perverts blinked, looking at one another before turning back to Haru. "Uh… how dare you get a girlfriend before us?"
Girlfriend before them? They… they said that before, when he showed them Yuma. As if it was something entirely new to them...
Did they… forget Yuma?
"D-do you guys know a girl named Yuma Amano?"
"No. Why?"
Tamamo looked at him with an unreadable expression. He ignored it and pulled out his cell phone, quickly bringing up his contacts.
Gone. It wasn't there. Yuma Amano's contact info was nowhere to be found.
"You okay, dude?" Matsuda asked. "You kinda look pale."
His hand was shaking. This… this wasn't possible. He knew he had her contact stored in his phone. The top of his list. But it's gone… as if it were never there. "Y...yeah. I'm fine." he said, putting his cell phone back into his pocket. "It's just… been a hell of a day."
"Hell of a day?" A pause. Then the protests came back in full force, magnified by ten. "YOU FUCKER! YOU DIDN'T!"
The redhead recoiled. "W-what?"
"You traitor!" Matsuda sobbed. "How the fuck did you get that far, you bastard?!"
"Not cool, Haru! This is in clear violation of the perverted bro code!"
Wait, what? What were they talking about? Before he even had a chance to ask, they were off, speeding like a rocket and cursing his name to the high heavens. Haru could only stare at their backs, blinking rapidly in confusion. He soon regained his voice. "What… the hell...just happened?"
"Beats me." Tamamo shrugged. " You have strange friends, hubby."
Well, she wasn't wrong there. They were strange, but then again, perverts were just like that. Still, what they told him and what he discovered on his phone troubled him.
"They didn't remember Yuma-chan at all when I introduced them to her the other day. And her contact info on my phone is gone. What's going on?"
"Their memories were probably erased." Haru looked at Tamamo, her cheerful expression replaced by a stoic one. "That hag had a bit of magic power. Influencing the mind of a human is probably nothing to her."
"W-what? Is that really possible?"
"I don't know. I've never met someone like her before. Then again, I don't care much for a filthy crow like that." Tamamo shrugged before she beamed, tugging at his arm as she moved ahead of him. "Now, let's go! I'm excited to see what my husband's school is like!"
"Gah! W-wait, Tama-chan! Don't pull so hard! You're gonna tear off my arm!"
"Here is the report about the Hyoudou Family history, Buchou."
Rias accepted the papers, giving them a glance over. Her peerage was unnaturally on edge, though it was to be expected given the recent events. From the Fallen invading their territory to them attempting to kill a human and then said human summon a literal godly entity, the day had been entirely stressful. Koneko was still horribly shaken up by what happened when Tamamo-no-Mae was summoned. It took a while before she could calm down, but she was still on edge.
Eventually, the heiress of Gremory set the paper down and closed her eyes. "It's confusing, isn't it Buchou?" Kiba asked with a sardonic smile. "Given what we all felt earlier, we should have assumed that Hyoudou-san must have had an ancestor skilled in magic. But, according to what we found..."
"... he's completely and utterly average." Rias sighed.
They had gone through his ancestral records. Much to their disappointment, nothing stood out. A completely normal, and average lineage from both sides of his family. No trace of magic.
Of course, this only raised more questions than answers. Slowly, Rias was beginning to understand why Sona was infuriated by her lack of understanding behind Haru Hyoudou. To be accepted into Kuoh was one thing, but to receive a letter of recommendation from the Grand Master of the Mage's Association? For seemingly no reason at all?
I feel a migraine coming on. the Devil thought with a groan, palming her forehead. Too much crap.
It was almost time for class to begin anyway. She could revisit this troublesome topic another time. Besides, she still needed to ask Sona about that mysterious deck of cards they found at the park. She rose from her chair, setting her glasses down on the desk when she found Koneko starting to shake.
"Koneko? Is something wrong?"
"B-Buchou..." Koneko whimpered. "S-she's here!"
She didn't need to ask who "she" was.