Loner. That was the word that described the young man known as Issei Hyoudou. He was a quiet and serious young man, preferring to distance himself from others. He relied on no one but himself, not wanting to depend on others. He never had the desire to get close to anyone, with the exception of his parents. Although Issei wasn't a complete loner. His two friends Matsuda and Motohama, better known as the Perverted Duo made sure to prove that. Issei could never recall how he had ever become friends with the two, but deep down he thought of them as brothers, although their excessive pervertedness annoyed the hell out of him.

The doors of Kuoh Academy shot open, the students excitedly running out of the school. Seconds later, Issei walked out of the doors, and roughly threw his two friends onto the ground. He scoffed when he heard the Perverted Duo moaning in pain.

"You two are idiots. If you'd stop trying to peek into the Kendo Club, both of you wouldn't be whining in pain."

He placed his hands in his blazer pockets and scowled. Matsuda quickly got up and glared at his clearly annoyed friend.

"Hey! You're just jealous because Motohama and I are able to sneak some peeks at the girls! It's so worth the pain."

Issei stared at him blankly.

"I rest my case."

He sighed and walked away, leaving the two perverts behind. He shook his head.

"Idiots."

Above the school, a young woman with an ample bosom appeared at the window. She had crimson-blood red hair, and blue-green eyes, staring at the departing Issei with an unreadable expression.

As he started his pathway home, Issei looked up at the descending sun. He sighed and continued his walk, until he heard a soft voice.

"E-excuse me!"

He stopped his pace, and turned around. A girl around his age was nervously looking at him. She had black hair, and violet eyes, and was clad in a dark red jacket with the letter "P" sewed in gold, a white undershirt, a red bow, and a green skirt with a thin white strip around the lower end of it.

Issei stood silently, waiting for the girl to speak.

"U-um, are you Issei Hyoudou?" Issei stared back at her quietly, appearing to make the girl more frantic.

"Yeah. Who's asking?"

The girl looked taken aback at the cold tone of his voice.

"U-um, my name is Yuuma Amano. I've seen you walk across this bridge many times before, and that's when I've... um... always wanted to ask you..."

As she stuttered her words, a blush tinted her face.

Issei narrowed his eyes at the blush that appeared on Yuuma's face.

'That blush... it's completely fake. She actually believes that pretending to be shy is going to swoon me over? How sickening. Hmph. But I'll humor her.'

"Ask me what?"

The blush on Yuuma's face increased, much to Issei's annoyance, and her words stuttered even more.

"I-I...um... will... would you please go out with me?"

There was absolute silence, until it was broken bluntly by Issei himself.

"No."

Yuuma looked up in shock. Issei shot her a look of cold indifference.

"As far as I'm concerned, you don't know me at all. And I'm sure we've never once met one another before. No one just asks someone on a date out of the blue, just like that."

He narrowed his eyes, and he walked away from the shell-shocked Yuuma. As soon as he was gone, Yuuma's surprised expression morphed into utter rage.

"How dare he?! That stupid brat!" She huffed in annoyance, stomping the way back to her location.

"I was nearly giving myself to him, and he flat out refused me! What kind of guy does that?!"

Issei's House

Issei opened the door to his house and went inside. He immediately went upstairs to his room, and closed his door. Tired from the day, he laid upon his bed, and closed his eyes, resting for a nap.

NEXT DAY

Issei walked out of the doors of Kuoh Academy and looked to see Matsuda and Motohama looking up towards a window. His interest piqued he walked over to his friends.

"What are you two doing?"

Perfect timing answered his question when a crimson-haired young woman appeared out of the window. Issei looked up at the girl, and he rose an eyebrow, as the girl appeared to be staring down at Issei, and her lips curved upwards into a warm smile. Issei appeared indifferent at the motion he was receiving and looked to his friends.

"Who is that girl?"

Matsuda gave his friend a look of disbelief.

"You haven't heard?" He then smirked.

"That's Rias Gremory, the Number-One Beauty of Kuoh Academy." Motohama smirked alongside Matsuda.

"She's also one of the Great Ladies."

Issei stared at his friend and looked at the Number-One Beauty.

"Hmph. How about that." His watch beeped, signaling his departure. Issei turned to the Perverted Duo.

"I'll see you guys later." He walked away from them, and continued his pathway.

Issei had a calm look on his face as he entered the park. The park was one of the few places he could relax and meditate at. He searched for a nearby bench and sat on it, closing his eyes. A peaceful expression came over his face. He ended up meditating for a few hours, until he was interrupted by a voice.

"U-um, Issei?" Issei opened his eyes, that instantly narrowed at the sight. He stood up from the bench and looked at the person of the voice. It was Yuuma Amano.

'What is she doing here?' Yuuma had a look of uneasiness on her face.

"U-um. I wanted to apologize about yesterday. But I do want to ask you something else. I-if I may?" Issei stared at her with indifferent eyes.

'If it will make her leave, then I have no choice.' He sighed.

"What is it?"

Yuuma's shy and innocent look distorted into an evil expression, as her sweet voice lowered to a seductive yet dark deeper voice.

"Would you die for me?"

Her clothing shredded as she transformed into another form. She grew taller, taking on a more mature appearance, and her eyes changed to a more darker look. On her back appeared to be two black wings. Her clothing consisted of black, strap-like objects around and under her breasts, a thong-like piece held around her hips by three thin straps, gloves that run right up her arms with small lengths of chains hanging from them, shoulder guard-like objects on her shoulders with three large spikes sprouting from her right shoulder, and black thigh-high heel boots. Issei had no time to think about her question and her transformation, as he was suddenly stabbed by a glowing spear through his torso. He put his hand to the spear, but it disappeared. There was a hole through his chest, and he gasped sharply in pain.

Vast amounts of blood spurted out of his mouth, as Issei collapsed on the ground. The pain he felt was absolutely immense. It was too much for him to bear. He looked at his hand covered with his own blood. Yuuma smirked down at him.

"What a shame. You were a threat to us, so we had to get rid of you early on. If you want to hold a grudge, then despise the God who put the Sacred Gear inside you."

Issei coughed out blood as he tried to catch her words.

'Sacred what?' Yuuma chuckled cruelly.

"Well, goodbye." She flew away, leaving Issei in pain on the ground.

Issei shakily lifted his hand up and he tightened it into a fist.

'D-damn. I can't go yet. Not now. Not like this!'

He suddenly heard a deep voice chuckle darkly.

"Is that so?"

The blood from pouring under Issei started to move, taking a shape and form. The blood formed into a shape of a tall man. The man had black hair with blood red eyes and was clad in a charcoal suit, white gloves with seal like symbols on them, leather riding boots, and a intricately knotted red cravat, covered by a full-length, red frock overcoat, with a cape. He also wore a red fedora hat with a wide, floppy brim and a pair of circular, heavily tinted, wire-framed orange sunglasses with goggle sidings. The trait that slightly freaked out Issei was the sadistic smirk on the man's face.

"W-who are you?"

The man smirked widely, revealing sharp canines.

"I was known as the No-Life King, Nosferatu, but you, my descendant, may call me..."

"ALUCARD."