Author's Note: Hello guys, this is FanFictionWriterWithBadGrammar here. You might be wondering why I'm adopting Caelus Lucis Caelum's Within A Thousand Phantasm and well, it's because the story is up for adoption. To be honest, I'm kinda surprised and saddened at the same time that Caelus-san is leaving FanFiction for who knows how long. You can check his page for confirmation. Not only that but all of his stories are all up for adoption. Hope that he can get back writing after dealing some personal real life issues.

As for my take in this story, most of the first few chapters will retain some of its content from the previous fic. Although I will add some of my own mix into it for some time and then maybe after a chapter or two, I will start to deviate from the original framework.

SUMMARY: After sacrificing himself for Altera's sake, "Body" Hakuno Kishinami did not expect to be transported in the world of DXD where supernatural creatures still walk amongst men. With his unexpected arrival, different powers will surely take an interest on him, be it for good or selfish interest. Can he live peacefully in this new world and maybe find a place he can call home or even a second chance in love?

CHAPTER ONE

He finds himself floating in an absolute nothingness. It felt like an eternal dream for him.

All he could see was just pure darkness...

He wondered how in the world did he get himself in this unfamiliar place. Then he remembered, and he could only mentally nod that it was his own doing, to begin with. He didn't regret it rather, he was more satisfied with what he had done. At least in some alternate reality, she will be saved. She will obtain the dream that she wanted to grasp...

To run across the grasslands with a smile on her face.

Yes, there was nothing to regret. He could only hope that his other self from that universe could make Altera's dream a reality, something that he wasn't able to do with his version of Altera. He felt sad but satisfied.

There was nothing to regret.

Still floating in an endless void, he suddenly felt a tug behind. He cocked his head and turned his whole body behind. His eyes were amazed by the apparition that dawned in front of him; a bright white light with a rainbow-colored jewel-like brilliance on its center. It was surreal and beyond human interpretation yet he knows this place from the archives of the Moon Cell.

This place... is supposed to be the "force" that exists outside of time. A theoretically metaphysical location that exists at the top of all theories in every dimension, as well as the source of all events and phenomena in the universe. To put more emphasis, it is more like the bigger and larger version of the Moon Cell.

It was where everything had begun and came from...

Akasha.

The force of the pull becomes more pronounced and he realized where he was heading. He surmised that he will return to where he came from and knowing what that entails, he closed his eyes as if resigning to his fate. He could feel the warmth of the light brushed against his naked figure and the brightness that it brought to his sight despite closing it.

Suddenly he felt the impatient siphoning of his very own being. He felt his body being stretched or "spaghettified" yet he didn't let out a whimper. He couldn't feel any pain or discomfort. Rather, the experience felt bland and plain unlike when he was deleted in the Moon Cell. A moment after that, from his closed eyelids he could feel his surroundings went dark once again. A few minutes passed and for some reason, his eardrums suddenly registered an audible voice...

...No, voices he corrected himself.

He concluded that he was now inside the Spiral of Origin and going outside is impossible since touching it means the erasure of his very existence. Yet he wondered if he was erased as in "ceased to exist" then why he could hear murmurs of people? Such was something very impossible and absurd. He had to reconsider, however, since there was no one ever to describe what it is like to be the Root.

Maybe this is what they call Paradise? Or perhaps Nirvana?

"He's regaining consciousness...!"

The voices that kissed his ears somehow become comprehensible and the words that caught his ears caused him to be curious. From what he can gather from his sense of hearing, it appears to be that a crowd was surrounding him and panicking.

But why?

Without any internal monologue, he decided to open his eyes. The moment he enacts such action, he felt his vision sting as the simple ray of light soothe his rondures. A few seconds and he can see images of people garbed in white but all of it was blur and unrefined.

"Call the doctor!"

Year: 2010
Month: 1
Week: 2
Day: 3

Evening

It has been a week since Hakuno Kishinami woke up.

He was still very surprised that he was alive, not in a frame composed of Spiritron particles but in real flesh, bones, and blood living on Earth. Breathing and feeling the breeze that touched his skin and hearing the sounds that are composed, for someone like him it was a dream that can't be so real yet it was. He had come to a conclusion that this was an Adjacent World and not the World where he came from, seeing the calendar hanging on his wall with the year 2010 plastered on the white paper.

He has still his memories from the Moon Cell from his world which wasn't surprising but what surprised him was that he had also the memories of the Hakuno Kishinami of this world, the body that he was currently inhabiting. The fate of the this world's Hakuno wasn't very different from his world; both suffering from Amnesia Syndrome, a brain disease that caused memory loss and would eventually lead to death. And like from his reality, the disease was something that the doctors in this reality weren't able to find a cure.

From what he can gather from the memories of this world's Hakuno, his other self, had a tough life and he could only sympathize. He was an orphan, being raised in an orphanage. When he reached legal age, he finds a place of his own, working in the day and schooling himself at night. Got graduated in a vocational school at the early age of 17 and was trying to get a degree in history until the disease struck him and everything after that went downhill for his other self, being in a coma for almost 10 years.

Although he had to wonder how can his other self had retained some memories of his past despite the effects of the brain disease, Hakuno assumed that such recollection came from the body; experiences that were etched to the frame and transmitted to him as "recollections" or "memories".

Another fact that surprised him was the existence of the Moon Cell in this World Line. The golden Regalia ring, the symbol of his authority as a Sovereign and the only sole proof of the megastructure's existence was presentt on his finger, where it was supposed to be. As much as he wanted to get out from his bed, he couldn't lift even a single finger. The ten-year stasis had left him somewhat in a vegetative state and while the hospital staff was very generous to him by giving him acupressure massages while he was still out cold for the past 10 years, it wasn't enough.

He could use a Code Cast to heal himself to the fullest but doing so will raise questions especially to the medical staff overseeing his condition. If he remember it correctly, any form of supernatural occurences like magic and such are kept hidden from the world and its populace.

With his body still in a weakened state, Hakuno resigned himself in his hospital bed as he let his scrawny build regain some body mass and strength.

Year: 2010
Month: 2
Week: 1
Day: 1

Midday

"I must say, your health is improving."

A female doctor smiled as she delivered her diagnosis to him. It has been a month since he woke up in this Adjacent World and since he was still unable to leave his bed, he could only release his boredom by watching some news or entertainment through the television hanging on the room's wall. How he wishes he could get out from his confines and depart from the hospital.

Sadly it wasn't the case.

His reasons for leaving isn't how he was neglected by the medical staff or the bills of his medication. In fact, the doctors and nurses were treating him nicely with their daily visitations, and assessing his well being, and the large sum of hospital bills that he accumulated for the past 10 years was something that he had no worry about since the government will pay half of his medical invoice. The half of it, he could find a job to pay the unpaid debt once he's healthy and fit though there were some doctors and anonymous sponsors who offered to pay his balance.

The real reason why he want to leave the hospital as much as possible was the fact of the unwanted attention that he garnered for himself from all the best neurologists across the globe.

His disease was the first case within the world of medicine that it garners the attention of the world's best neurosurgeons and the news of his miraculous recovery somehow amounted a large number of attention from such doctors. There were others that wished to see him and speak with him, most of them were foreign doctors that came to Japan just in order to observe him.

In all honesty, he was stunned on how assorted the doctors that came to visit him. Some of them were Americans, Canadians, Koreans, and Chinese, with most of the visiting doctors being Europeans.

Most of them would ask him questions relating to his memories, which he honestly answered that he remembered all of it, starting from his childhood down to his days before succumbing to the effects of the disease. Of course, his answers bugged the doctors out of their minds. He could understand them after all, his recovery from what to be an incurable and "new age" disease can be said a miraculous event.

Even the media were on his ass, trying to get an interview out of him every day. He was thankful that the tight security of the hospital was there to halt any advances from the press, despite an incident where a sly photojournalist managed to sneak in and got pictures of him by dressing as one of the medical staff.

The current doctor assessing his recovery jotted some notes on her tab before tucking in the pen on her coat's breast pocket. The assisting nurse accompanying the female doctor then slowly wrapped his arm with a strap as the said nurse began to take his blood pressure. It took some couple of minutes before the male nurse unstrapped his left arm.

"So how's my blood pressure?"

"It's normal, Sir. A 120/80 average."

He silently nods as his eyes hovered towards the female doctor who uncovered the window curtains from his room. Ray of sunlight touched the clear glass and window pane, making its way inside his almost white and bland room.

"So how are you feeling?"

"Other than the random headaches, fine I guess...?"

He replied to the female doctor at the same time flexing his muscles and clenching and opening his hands, trying to get his nerves filled with vigor and activity after a long 10-year lethargic monotony. His answer was uncertain and he had the right to be. On occasions, he would be assaulted by headaches. The doctors reassured him however those such things are normal phases experienced by comatose patients like himself.

He looked up at the doctor who was staring at him intently with an analytical gaze, her greenish rondures had a peculiar glint on it. He suspected that the woman somehow discerns that there was something not quite usual with his recovery.

"That's it for today. I'll visit you tomorrow morning and maybe we can move you around the hospital with a wheelchair."

"That would be great, Doc. Have a nice day."

"You too, and please take a rest."

"I will."

Bowing his head in gratitude, the female doctor and her assistant nurse exited from his bland room before closing the wooden door. His mind then drifted to the female doctor who had just visited him.

Among all the influx of doctors that regularly visited him, there was one who stands out to him the most, a female doctor named Penny Moe.

She was a beautiful doctor, he admits. With a long purple hair tied in a bun, yellow rimmed eyeglasses over her green eyes and a voluptuous figure accentuated by her clothes and European overall appearance, surely one could admire such rare beauty. However, it wasn't the awestruck physical appearance that caught his attention but it was the sensations that his body was giving off.

...As if she was someone that needs to be watched carefully.

She reminds him of one of Tamamo's adjutant, Medusa especially the aura that she exudes. Now all alone in his hospital room once again, he decided to consume all day's worth by watching some shows on the television despite it being such an unhealthy lifestyle.

As of now, he can tolerate such activity.

Year: 2010
Month: 2
Week: 1
Day: 2

Morning

"What do you think of the scenery, Kishinami-san?"

"It's quite refreshing."

He replied, his brown rondures absorbing the full ambiance of the green scenery presented to him, which was more relaxing and refreshing than the bland and white painted concrete of his room. Currently, he was suspended in a wheelchair and had been taken in a stroll by Doctor Penny Moe.

"She's no ordinary woman."

Although he didn't feel any ill intent coming from the doctor, Hakuno was still very wary of her. Even the Regalia was sending him some forewarnings repeatedly that would make an average human cry in tears due to its excessive exhortations.

Despite it all, he appeared calm and collected.

As he enjoyed the trees and flowers at the large and wide hospital garden, his thoughts then hovered at the informations that he had accumulated from the Moon Cell last night. Specifically about the Great War fought between the Three Factions of the Bible Factions, namely the Angels led by the Christian God, the Devils led by the Four Great Satans, and the Fallen Angels led by the Grigori.

The result of such large conflict were catastrophic to both sides, with both belligerents suffered with heavy losses and the deaths of the Christian God and the Satans. Even with the loss of the only deity, the Three Factions are still a dominant force in the world due to the religious dominance of the Judeo-Christian sect, with almost 3 billion religious followers spanning across the globe.

Turning his head slightly, he took a glimpse of the female doctor that was currently pushing him and his wheelchair around the garden.

Penny Moe.

That was her name but is it really her true name? Sure it was the honorific printed on her tag pinned over her breast pocket, however for some reason he felt that the way how her name was placed or designed was something he found strange...

As if it was on cue, the lad felt his mind being poured with water only that water were influx of information seeping within his mental structure when the Regalia on his finger started to heat up. He had to close his eyes as he focused on the facts that the Moon Cell was downloading into his mind through the ring. When the transfer of knowledge was done, the brunette opened his eyes with a glint of understanding.

"I see. So she's the Fallen Angel Penemue..."

From the intel that the Eye of God had given him, Penemue was a watcher in Enochian lore. A curer of stupidity in man mentioned in Bereshith Rabba, she's an angel associated with Abraxiel and was also likely of the order of healing angels called the Labbim.

That was the information that the Moon Cell had given to him, though such data was like more of a general information, it was still helpful nonetheless.

But still, he was now presented with a real question; What does a Fallen Angel like Penemue want with someone like him?

"―are you listening?"

His eyes quirked as he recognized a female voice. In front of him was the purple haired Penny Moe or Penemue as he found out, staring at him with concerned eyes. Although he know that Fallen Angels were creatures that are masters in the art of deception, for someone like him who could see one's true self, he could only see genuine feelings from those greenish orbs of hers.

For a moment, he was lulled by those beautifully carved eyes until he saw her lips twitched upwards in amusement. He adverts his face from the woman.

He could feel his cheeks getting hot.

"Fufu. You're quite cute when you blushed Kishinami-san." The woman chuckled much to his chagrin, "You seem quite lost in thought. Do you have any problems you want to talk about?"

He was silent, his mind looking for possible actions and words that he could express. He could put a lie although he didn't pursue such tactic a knowing how Fallen Angels can perceive lies from truths.

"Well..." He started, his visage looking straight at the woman before staring at the birds chirping on the tree branch. "I was thinking of exploring the world when I get out from this hospital."

"Exploring huh, that seems a good goal." The purple haired woman said as she began pushing his wheelchair slowly. "But would it be appropriate to go to your relatives? I'm sure that they will be delighted to see you."

"I'm an orphan."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"It's okay. Though there is someone I want to meet." He said this with a genuine interest, though in his head, he was thinking more than one woman that this world's Hakuno Kishinami had met 10 years ago.

He managed to not to draw a frown on his face while remembering those females who became somewhat precious to this world's Hakuno from his one-night stands. While he did not approve of it, he couldn't bring himself to hate his other self who had done such things. He understood that it was a "coping mechanism" of the other Hakuno before accepting his untimely and fated demise.

Talking about those women, Hakuno thought that he will took a look of each of them with the help of Moon Cell. After all, with the number of women his other self had slept with he deduced that the chances of him having a child were pretty high. He just wanted to prepare himself in the event that "his" unthoughtful sexual escapades would knock in his doorstep.

"Is it a girl?" The doctor asked, intrigue lacing on her voice.

"Yes. Although I bet she has another one now. Even so, I just want to see her just one last time."

"But what if she waited for you all of these years, Kishinami-san?"

"Ten years a long time, Doc. Even long-distance relationship doesn't last that long, mostly." As he said that, he felt the sudden halt of the wheelchair's movements.

"Let's say that you are right, Kishinami-san. What will you feel when you saw 'her' happy being with someone else?"

"Of course, I will be saddened but I won't blame her." He looked up to the woman who was slightly surprised by his reply. "It is her choice. She choose to be with someone who can grant her happiness over someone who isn't certain whether he will come back, wake up or remain in slumber for the rest of his life. That... I can understand."

He ended those words with a smile.

Yes. For someone like him who had already suffered much worst, a simple heartbreak is just a small scratch wound.

The doctor gazed at him for a moment before a small smile graze on her lips as she started to push his wheelchair. Though Hakuno noticed the woman's reaction, it left him wondering why he for some reason he was remembering a certain black haired girl that he had met in a bar 10 years ago.

Unknown to him, a pair of eyes were watching him closely nearby.