A\N: This is a self-insert fic that I got an idea for earlier. In this I will describe myself as much to the truth as I can, maybe adding in a few details, but only age and abilities, I'm not going to blow everything out of the water. It's sort of an AU thing in the beginning, but it will get more into the normal Hellsing story soon. So, on with the story:

I fingered the silver cross as I listened to the constant droning of the Calculus teacher. I had just turned 19 the day before and had gotten it as a gift from my father. We still keep in contact, but never really see each other as much. I'm either too busy with college or I don't want to come over and see that bitch he married named Rhonda, my step-mom. She's always told me that she has tried to make me a better person, but I still can't shake the feeling that she's after my dad for his money.

Apart from my father and my cousins and aunts and uncles (all of them included) I am alone. My mother and sister were killed when I was 17 by some punk asshole that had decided to break into our house one night. He had managed to get my mother and sister, but not me. And I still feel guilty, if I hadn't been so damned scared then I might have been able to stop him sooner, but I just cowered. That is until I saw the both of them die, then I blacked out. When I came to I saw the guy there with his head missing and blood and brains all over the wall, I don't really remember much of what happened after that. About a year after that both sets of my grandparents died of health complications. My grandmother of kidney failure and my grandfather of lung cancer (still trying to figure that one out), my grandfather on my father's side died of a massive heart attack when that mechanical artery of his failed, his wife died of grief not too long after. Losing 6 people I cared about and had known all of my life in a year did a pretty big number on me, for a while I was just emotionally distant from everyone. My father, being the good yet seemingly naïve but philosophical man that he is, gave me the whole schpeel on how if they were alive then they would want me to continue living like I did before. He was right, I needed to get things back as normal as they could, and somehow I did. Though I do miss my family, I have gone back to being the easy- going person that I had been before.

I lived with my father until I finished high school and then I moved over into some prestigious Medical college. During that time I lived with him I took some kickboxing and even began to learn some kempo. I had transferred to a University in Japan in my sophomore year of college and I was now was a junior here. I studied Kempo and meditation at a dojo near the college. It was owned by a family friend so I was also allowed to live there.

"Mr. Alighieri, since you seem to be so into this lecture why don't you tell us the answer to the equation?" asked Mr. Honata

"X plus or minus Y is equal to the congruence ratio X minus P." I replied.

"That's correct." Said the teacher impassively, though I could tell he wasn't happy.

Though I had entered a daydream of old memories I always tried to pay attention somewhat so that if an asshole teacher like this calls on me I can answer. I mean this guy is the essence of the phrase "stick up your ass". He always tries to assign truckloads of homework so that, and I quote, "Delinquents like us won't be able to go around causing havoc late at night." He believes anyone under thirty is just asking to either get into trouble or cause it, so I try to keep on my toes and not give the son of a bitch a reason to get me in trouble. And it pisses him off to no end. He has managed to get most of the class in trouble with the board, except for me. Guy doesn't seem to have a life.

Luckily for me the class ended a few moments later and I was able to head home. Well, my home here anyways.

"Alright class, since Mr. Alighieri has given us a correct answer to this equation, as I promised, there will be no homework tonight." said Honata.

'No homework, huh, must've missed it.' I thought as I left the classroom.

As I walked down the hallway a friend of mine named Kin managed to catch up to me.

"Dude, nice job." he said.

"On what, getting that problem right; come on man. It wasn't rocket science." I replied. Strangely math is one of my better subjects. Only thing is that it started when I was in eighth grade. Before I was an idiot in math, I could barely do anything. What's weird is that it all clicked at once. While I was in class one day doing a warm-up (keep in mind this is back in America) I looked at it, and knew what was going on. Freaked me out a bit, but hey, I'm not one to look a gift-horse in the mouth.

"Besides, that was luck. I had zoned out a bit before he asked, I didn't even know our homework for tonight was at stake, sure as hell not complaining about it though."

"Yeah well, I call it skill. So, since we don't have homework, you wanna head over to the party at Rusata's tomorrow night?" he asked.

"Sorry, can't. I've got two papers due, one in my psych class and the other in philosophy."

"Man. That sucks. Well, I guess I'll tell Rusata you can't come. Alright, I'll see ya later. Peace."

"See ya."

And with that Kin made his way down the busy halls until I couldn't see him anymore. I made my way out and into the black of night, well not really night, more like 3'oclock in the morning. When I enrolled here I began my classes in the day, but this year I had signed up for ones at night. I like to be awake at night more so than in the day, the moon in itself is more beautiful in my opinion than the sun. Also, I don't like the idea of waking up at 5 am to get to classes when I could get up at 3 pm after going to bed at about 6. That idea is more appealing to me.

I walked through the streets of Japan, for some reason, I began to think of a joke an old friend told me about this situation a few years ago. It ran through my head as I walked. 'Picture this, your on a dark street in Tokyo, your walking along when you are about to pass an alleyway. As you walk past it you hear something, and decide to take a look. Suddenly you hear a gravely voice say "Arrgggh!"; and your last conscious thought as the cold, metal, hook pierces the flesh of your arm is "Ninja-pirate, WHAT THE FUCK!"

I couldn't help but laugh at the old joke as I walked up to the entrance of the dojo I lived in. I used the small door next to the large front gate and stepped into the "front-yard". I walked down the stone path and stopped at the entrance to the shoji door. I unlocked it and slid inside.

As I expected the entire house was dark and silent as I stepped in. I took off my shoes on the tile entrance pit and put on my slippers. I stepped up the stairs and walked into my room on the second floor. I slid open the door to my room and dropped my school stuff next to that door and then plopped down on the futon, simply staring at the ceiling. My hands fell perpendicular to my body after a few moments of stretching. I felt something being hit by my arm.

I felt around for a moment and ended up picking up the package my father had sent the cross in, what I didn't realize until now though was that there was another piece of paper in that package other than the card that was sent along with the cross. Fumbled around for a moment and hit the lamp switch. The room was engulfed in light.

I took out the paper and unfolded it. It was an additional letter written by my father. It read:

Jared

I wrote this in addition to the card I sent you. I honestly can't believe your nineteen, damn I'm getting old. Listen, I wanted to write this in order to give you an extra bit of info on that cross I gave you. It's called the Limeninis Cross, Doorway Cross in English. It's supposed to be a key to open doors to any world you can think of. If you place the cross at the door's center and recite the words at the bottom of the page. There is only one problem: once it is used you cannot go back to your world directly. You have to pass through another world to get back to yours. Well, I've gotta go. I hope you can come back and visit us in the states sometime soon. But until then, I wish you luck. I love ya man.

Love

Dad (Chris Alighieri)

I had to chuckle at his letter. Him, getting old, HA! I'll be in my prime when he's 500 and he'll still be running circles around me. Well, I also had to laugh a bit at the last bit of the letter he gave me.

He's gotten me to believe in different stories like this over the years, but this one take's the cake. This cross opening doors to other worlds, come on. It's way too Stephen King for me. Well, as usual, I'm gullible enough to give it a shot. Can't hurt anything to just try it out, though I don't know what possess me to do stuff like this.

I looked down at the bottom of the paper and saw the words Utor is key ut patfecio iauna. Latin, as usual, anytime something ancient and mystical comes along it's in Latin, yeesh. Well, let's give it a whirl.

I stood up and walked over to the door to my room and placed the cross on it. I looked down at the paper and recited the words. At first nothing happened, but then a red light began to glow on the cross. It began to intensify until the entire room filled with it, then it stopped. The room was dark once again.

After a minute or so the lamp in the room came back on and I was able to see. But what I saw was something I didn't think to see.

It was a door, a huge oak wood looking door with a ruby handle on it. It was right in front of the door I normally take to enter my room.

I stood staring at it dumbly for a few moments before realizing what had happened. I looked at the door intently, on all sides. Well, on the back the door itself seemed to disappear. Finally I stood in front of the door and wondered what I should do next. Should I just forget it, or go inside?

Well, curiosity got the best of me and I chose the latter.

I turned the smooth ruby handle on the door and opened it up.

A\N: okay, this is a remake of the first chapter of this story. I hope it's better than the one I wrote before. R and R. Flames accepted, but if you flame then please give me some advice on writing a self insert fic like this.