Namikaze Haru sat down with Rias, Sona in a café just a little while away from the school. Sipping her cup, she sighed, thinking of the events that had happened just before. "You guys saw that, right?"
"Yes." Both girls replied, though Sona appeared to have cut in a little earlier than Rias had. Rias looked to Sona in curiosity before she continued their train of thought.
"I would have interrogated the girl myself, but she went out of her way to avoid me whenever she could, and I wasn't able to do much to research her current positions in town. So as much as I'd like to trail her… I'm afraid I can't. Sorry." She bowed her head in apology, to which Haru waved her off.
"Don't worry about it, you did your best. I'm pretty sure that whatever sort of motivations she has, she wouldn't go out of her way to attack me anymore, right?" They both nodded. "Right."
They looked at her for a while longer. Haru scratched her head in return. "Sorry, that's all I got. It's… weird to talk about, really. She can't just be working alone, her superiors might have ordered her to do this or something, I'm not sure."
"That sounds pretty likely, yes, but I'm not quite sure what kind of goal they have, letting one of their agents infiltrate Devil territory of all places. As a student of all things." Sona rolled her eyes.
"Actually, that seems like something Azazel-san would do, you know…" They looked at her momentarily, blinking. "Ah, that is to say, even he understands that there are some things people have to do to make things easier to each other, that is to say… Um." Coughing a little, she tells them to come closer to her for a bit.
"To tell the truth, guys, I haven't actually met with Azazel in a very long time. He did something pretty embarrassing to a party that my brother organized a few years back and um…" She fidgets a little. "He dropped the 'wrong' type of manga on my lap."
Silence. Haru tugged on the collar of her shirt for a moment and sighed, looking at her phone to see the time. "A-Ah, um. I see. That's unfortunate, Rias. I didn't need to know that."
She shook her head, smiling still. "Don't you worry, Haru. I've already forgiven him about that, he just hasn't changed his voicemail yet." She tugged on her collar. "It's awkward to talk about."
Raising a delicate eyebrow, Sona adjusted her frames when she considered something. "Haven't you gone out of your way to avoid him anyway, however?" Rias turned to face her and, still smiling, nodded once more. Her lenses fogged with a bright light briefly.
"I see."
"So now that that's done, we'll make it clear then. We'll confront her as a team, correct?" They all nodded.
"All right then! We can do this, right team?" They all cheered, and went their separate ways.
The next day they confronted her, asking her about her motivations while she sat down defenseless tied down to a chair. "Why are you really here?" Rias and Sona asked, bloody vengeance ready in their eyes.
While Haru would love to answer the ethical question of asking why they had to take her down while she left her classroom to go home, slip in a sedative then drag her into one of the secluded rooms in the old school building, that would be pretty pointless. It was fairly pointless to ask that, because as Devils, what were you expecting from them? That, she realized, was also a hypocritic statement, especially coming from her, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven.
She'd keep her statements to herself from here on out, it seemed.
"To love—" Whip crack, Raynare looks to the side for a moment. Continue, "To protect Namikaze Haru. Azazel-sama confirmed to me that if I failed to succeed in this operation, my whole probation would be called off and I'll be stuck cleaning up his dirty apartment once again for the next decade or two."
That seemed… Surprisingly reasonable. Rias considered that, but it seemed something was missing at first. Though what was it now… "Wearing what exactly?"
Raising her eyebrows, she looks to the side, mildly embarrassed. "A-A… Skimpy Maid outfit. A-And some other cosplay he comes up with…" There it was, Haru thinks. That was the surprisingly tech-savvy and degenerative Fallen Angel that she knew that also gifted her old PlayStation 2 a few years back on Christmas Eve! Ah, yes…
I'll beat you next time, Haru. Namikaze Haru heard her tenant speak, smirking after hearing her voice. "No, you won't," she spoke under her breath.
Eventually, they got the hint and finished their investigation, and released her on account of her actually apologizing to the younger girl for her attempted homicide those years back. "I am so sorry about trying to kill you, please forgive me; I am here to amend that, both our factions' relations and how much I may have traumatized you." She kneeled to the ground with both of her hands on the floor, almost in prayer. "Please forgive me."
Admittedly she was a bit half-assed about it, but they all agreed that it was getting late, and that there were much better times to hear her actually try. That said, they did try their best to drill those same lessons in, with the most important one being, uh, personally given by the normally stoic Student Council President.
Evidently the pressure to punish a rival had boiled over into, whatever she was doing at the moment. It took some convincing, but she managed to get around to it. To everyone else's great horror.
"LEARN HOW TO EXPOSIT FIRST BEFORE DOING THAT SORT OF DUMB SHIT, YOU IDIOT!" Shouted an extremely irate Student Council President as she furiously whipped the fallen angel in the ass, leaving behind very large slap marks on both of her butt cheeks. She whined and shouted, but didn't moan.
The moment she tried, her face met the floor and she couldn't breathe before she returned to the chair in the same position. Poor girl couldn't walk properly walk for weeks.
The people viewing the curious sight swore off any attempts to piss off the Student Council President anymore, leaning on the cautious side from then on. For that matter, her Childhood friend and president of the spooky ghosts club considered the sight to be rather out of character for her normally, but it made sense once push came to shove. Haru, on the other hand, could only gape.
Moments passed, and she stopped. They all left the school building immediately afterwards, all promising each other never to speak of it again.