Once Upon A Time

Chapter One: Meet the Yellow Eyed Demon of the Middle East


Noise all around, music playing, the metal roar of a guitar over the speakers continued on as the song began. Then a few seconds later a black haired male, looking to be around sixteen or seventeen started up with his voice, holding a guitar and playing at the same time.

"The secret side of me, I never let you see, I keep it caged but I can't control it. So stay away from me, the beast is ugly, I feel the rage but I just can't hold it."

The continuation of punk metal played as he continued on with the song. The pace building up faster and faster, the singer was pouring what seemed to be his heart into this.

"I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun, I must confess that I feel like a monster!" Shouting now with rage and love of the song came from him, this dark haired man continued forward as the crowd began shouting itself, the group of "punk-like" people listening to the music began to 'rock out' as it is called.

"No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream, or maybe its inside of me! Stop This Monster!"

The show raged on and on for another minute as the band was finishing up their last song, which afterwards, the band went back stage, well, almost the whole band. The dark haired singer boy left right after the show, no one really knew where, but the band had known far too well that he was a drifter. They were happy though, they got to play their final show with an old friend.


Japan, a week later, Kuoh Academy

A sigh came from the young man who was leaning back in his chair. It was after school almost, all he was waiting for was for clubs to get out. Leaning back in the classroom at his desk, his legs were kicked up and on the desk resting as his hands were behind his head. Eyes shut as he tried take what it seemed to be a nap. Although he did gain a few looks from the students who were also in there. A few girls were staring at the new student who had only been there for three days so far.

Strangely enough, he already had a fan club, not only of girls, but it seemed some men were fan-boying over him for his insight. Seeing how he's already gained the nickname "Divine Match-Maker" from all of his classmates. Actually that thought made him grin, it was a lot nicer than his old nickname. "The Yellow Eyed Demon of the Middle East." At that, his smile faded rather quickly.

'That's right, I almost forgot about it…' his mind continued on in memory of it.


Seven Years Ago, Flashback!

A young boy, maybe about the age of thirteen was sitting in the back of a truck, looking out the back and seeing nothing but the open desert. Rifle in his arms as he hugged it tightly, said rifle was the only reason he was living so far. Seeing how he was fighting as a guerrilla rebel against the oppressing government.


Abrupt End to Flashback!

He stopped his flashback instantly, not wishing to remember any further of his horrid past, when he learned off his abilities, of everything. A simple sigh came from him and he kicked his legs around to stand up. Grabbing his back and walking straight to the door, before he heard a voice stop him. He looked over his shoulder to see the usual two perverts looking at him. "Dante!" They had called his name hoping for him to come over. He only looked at them, then looked away.

Walking straight out of the classroom and out of the school building, he was too pissed off to deal with anything else really. His past was haunting him already, and he didn't need a repeat of Mexico City. That mission he got while being an old and "dead" mercenary was total bullshit.

Moving on from his thoughts, he moved through the halls going towards the exit, now, Dante had a reputation around town for being, less than your average delinquent, he got into fights, did his best to fuck with the gangs, but did great in academics of school.

Sighing a bit, again, he left the school building and started towards the front entrance to the school grounds, only to be stopped by a voice. "Dante-chan?" A light and emotionless voice said, looking over his shoulder, he seen the youthful white haired girl that he had gotten to know just a little bit. He gave her a light smile as he seen her sweet tooth was still hanging about. She was sucking on a lollipop just like she was always eating some sort of candy.

"What are you up to?" She asked him, curious, but emotionless still.

He simply shrugged, his voice coming out as normal and as cold as usual, well, warmer towards her than mostly anyone else, he was being less professional with her than anyone else. "Eh, home. I'm getting tired of just sitting on my ass in the classroom. Koneko-chan." He explained, a small smile tugged on his face towards her.

She nodded in understanding. "Then you should join a club." She stated with a shrug.

"Oh? I didn't know you cared Koneko~." He decided to tease her with a smirk before backing down with his hand shooting up in surrender as he seen her about ready to jump up and slap him.

"Suck it." She simply told him, before giving a small smile to him.

"A- nevermind." He was about to tease her some more but decided against it. "I'ma head out now…I'll see ya' later." To which she only nodded to him and allowed him to continue onwards.

In return he smiled and left the school grounds, little did he know what was lurking around the corner.


Twenty Minutes Later.

Walking across the bridge to head to his apartment complex, he suddenly stopped to look over his shoulder, only to see a young girl looking at him, and she had seem to appear out of nowhere. She was wearing a school girl outfit, but it wasn't one from his school. Quirking a brow, he turned to face her half way. "Can I help you? You have been following me for a good bit from what I can tell."

She blushed a bit, and his brow quirked even farther as his face took a deadpanned look. "U-Um… A-are you D-Dante Veštac?" Her voice and blush were obviously faked. Then a revelation came to him as he recognized her further.

'Fuck! Fallen Angel!' His thought took that turn as he began to detect her energy before sighing. "Who's asking?" He asked curiously. His voice was emotionless yet he was obviously suspicious of her.

"I'm Yuuma Amano, I-"He then instantly disappeared from sight and was behind her. Before she even had a chance to blink she found herself in what seemed like a choke hold with her own arm. "Bad liar Fallen…If I remember correctly, you're Raynare."

She sighed, Raynare was mostly confused on how he was able to figure it out so quickly, She didn't even know the man yet he was already three steps ahead of her obviously, and she couldn't fight like she was at the moment. All tangled up by her own arms and everything by this strangely strong human. "How'd you know?" Her voice took a bit of a deeper more, seductive version than the cute innocent girl act she had put up.

"Well, you did kill my entire squad of soldiers a few weeks ago at the bar, screaming something about how one of them drunkenly swore off your boss. As from before that…I've kind of always known about the Devils, Angels, and Fallen such as yourself." He explained with no emotion. "May I ask why you're following me?"

"…Not like you'll be alive for long anyways, so I might as well. I was ordered to kill you." She responded proudly.

"Is that so?" He asked rhetorically

"Ye-"SNAP!

He dropped her dead body on the ground after snapping her neck like it was no big deal. "Well, now to expose of the body." He simply bent over, picked up her body, and chucked her over the edge, letting her land on the glass of an unsuspecting truck that was passing by under the bridge. This caused a unwanted accident and allowed him to escape with almost no one aware he was there in the first place.

Well, almost no one. There were three people watching the entire situation play out, one, with beautifully long red hair. Then standing next to her was a just as beautiful woman with long black hair in a ponytail. Both girls which he didn't know.

But the third, was pretty much his best friend. The snow white neko-girl who, in his opinion, rivaled the beauty of that of any goddess, even if she was a bit of a Lolita. 'Careful Dante, I don't want you dragged into something like this….I already know your problem with having someone trying to control you…' That was her thought before herself, from her position, disappeared just like the other two girls who had watched him.


The Next Morning

Dante was on his way to school, wearing his usually casual outfit of school clothing, open top with a black sleeveless muscle shirt under it. His arm over his shoulder as he held a large case over his back which was that in the shape of a guitar, he was going to lay low for a little while to hide himself just in case the fallen get a little too, uppity and want revenge for him killing one of them.

Earbuds in as he walked, he took a quick turn around the corner to enter the school grounds with his godly golden eyes closed, but when he opened them, he stopped to see him having a standoff with the school councill.

Quirking a brow and using his free hand, he reached into his pocket and pressed a button on his phone to cut his music. "…Can I help you?" He asked curiously.

"No, I just wanted to make sure our newest student was settling in okay. I heard you had a bit of a, well, strange meeting with an "old friend" yesterday near the bridge. I also wanted to make sure you were okay seeing how there was a bit of a car accident and murder in that area." The student council president said with a fake ass smile. To which he only shrugged.

"I'm fine, I wasn't a part of either of those situations if that's what you're worried about." He sighed and looked around before looking back to her. "Can I go now? I have to get to class…"

"Oh yes, don't let me keep you." She said with a small amount of genuine politeness. To which he only nodded before continuing on to his classroom with his guitar. Seeing how he sat in the back and near the wall, he had a place to put it for the time being.

Upon arriving to his class, he was given the shock of a life time, upon opening the door, he seen that everyone was dead silent for once. Usually someone had something to say. Hell, even the perverts usually did too, well that was before he looked to the Teacher and quirked a brow. "What's wrong?" This situation had sent an unwanted chill to him due to the fact that this doesn't usually happen. Like, ever.

"…Dante…You did know Issei Hyoudou correct?" that made Dante blink a few times. Yes, he did in fact know Issei; actually, to him Issei was like a younger more perverted brother. "Yeah why?"

It wasn't news that Dante knew Issei, everyone knew Issei, and everyone knew the relationship the two had, like two brothers. Very close, actually, the few times that Issei did act perverted, Dante said he'd protect him if it came to that when the kendo club went to go beat on Issei. He didn't mind Issei's perverted group to be beaten on, but not the brown haired boy. He'd actually stated he'd kill for his little brother if he had to.

"I'm sorry Dante but…Issei was found dead this morning in the park…" Blinking once, then twice, the white haired and golden eyes male dropped the guitar that was over his shoulder as he fell to his knees in front of everyone.

"…I-i-issei's…d…d…dead?"…

No one said a thing before Dante quickly reached around grasped his guitar and ran out and away from the school. Some people could swear they seen tears coming out of his eyes, no one understood why. Actually no one knew just how close him and the brown pervert were. They were literally inseparable brothers almost. Dante met him as a younger man, as a freshman when Issei was still in middle school but, dammit now demon of the middle east couldn't even think straight because of this.

He stopped once he was at the schools gates before dropping to his knees and letting the water works out. There was only one question left to the man after the twenty minutes it took him to stop balling on the ground like a child.

"Why Issei?"


Well, that was short? I guess...For my new story, this did take a little while to start and come back to once I got some inspiration. I do have other story starts too, but I'm waiting to finish one or two I already got going, just thought I'd post this to keep some people entertained...This may or may not continue pending on everything...

Anywho! You know what to do, R&R. SO~ another thing, if your confused on who Dante is, don't be, it's expose to be strange and mysterious. And just cause I'm nice, Issei was killed by a fallen angel, though I won't say who...Anywho, later. This is Demon's Poet, signing off...goodbye my frien-

DP:*Hears a loud scream of hate in the distance.*...Oh shit..

Raynare:*Kicks the door in.* YOU! YOUR THE ONE WHO MADE HIM KILL ME SO EASILY! I AM NOT THAT WEAK!

DP:*Sweat Drops.* Um, compared to Dante, god looks like a little baby who is still in the womb of his mother...

Raynare:BULLSHIT! You did this on p-

DP:*Leans in and whispers to Raynare only for her to turn pale.*

Raynare:You're serious?

DP:*Nods.*

Raynare:That is...*shivers* overpowered as hell...I mean, that's just...wow...so that

DP:Makes him pretty much the great reds grand-daddy if you want a comparison...Ironic how he makes his own grandfather look like a baby in a womb tho..His mum would be so proud!

Raynare:Who's his mom?

DP:*Whispers into her ear.*

Raynare:*Goes even more pale if such a thing is possible.*...Oh shit...

WELL READ AND REVIEW EVERYONE! ALSO! I DON'T OWN THIS ANIME! IDK WHO DOES! BUT I SURE AS HELL DON'T I DO THIS NOT TO MAKE MONEY, AND EVEN IF I DID MAKE MONEY AT THIS, WHICH I DO NOT! I wouldn 't take said money anyways. ^^