Alpha Omega

A Highschool DxD fan fiction

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything from Highschool DxD, except for this story. All rights to the characters go to its respective author and creator, Mr. Ichiei Ishibumi.

Chapter 1: Disappearance

Another Great War had passed.

The Three Factions that had begun the turmoil in a bout for supremacy and old grudges have finally settled down amidst the earth they had so wrought divine retribution and unholy power upon.

However, it was another battle consumed by the sacrifices made.

This time, two of the greatest forces that existed since time immemorial have vanished from existence, never to be seen nor heard from ever again.

But everyone knows that fate is such a cruel mistress—

For the Creator and the Adversary shall never be forever gone.

HOSPITAL

"He's got your cheeks, doesn't he?"

"He does, dear. That's why he's as cute as a little angel! Aren't you, little Issei?"

Mr. and Mrs. Hyoudou stared at the newborn child that life had so blessed them with. The child breathed lightly in its sleep, carried gently in Mrs. Hyoudou's arms.

"But you know dear, I'm a little worried about his eyes. . . . I mean, won't he have trouble interacting with people like this? Heterochromic eyes are uncommon, after all."

Mr. Hyoudou sighed. He thought back to when they had first set eyes on their son – at first, all seemed normal, and they were even told he was a healthy baby at that. What had surprised them a little was that little Issei's eyes were of different colors; one was colored blue, the other was colored red.

"Well, it's not surprising to say that a lot of people are scared of whatever's different and foreign to them. Issei may have problems in the future concerning his social life, but. . ."

He wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulder, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "He'll just have to grow strong if it comes to that, and we'll be there every step of the way with him. Right, dear?"

Mrs. Hyoudou couldn't help but smile at her husband. She knew she could count on him to say the right things when the situation came.

"Right, dear. Hear that, little Issei? You don't have to worry! Mom and Dad will be here for you – come what may. . ."

HOSPITAL ROOFTOP

"Kokabiel, sir – we've found another Potential. We have included him on our list."

"Good. How many have you marked in that hospital?"

"About thirty or so, sir."

The man smiled evilly, and a chuckle escaped his lips. "A fine number you have gathered tonight. Alright return to base."

"Yes, sir!" With that, the man in front of Kokabiel disappeared after a glowing circle filled with runic symbols appeared underneath him.

"Yes. . . . Project Black Messiah is going according to plan. . . . Muahahahahahaha!"

Ten jet black wings unfolded from his back, appearing darker than the thick of the night.

12 YEARS LATER

"You freak! Wonder who painted your freaky eyes! Hahahahaha!"

"His eyes are different colors; he can't get any weirder than that!"

"We don't make friends with people like you!"

Issei Hyoudou walked on towards home, his first day at school having only finished. It was only the first day, and yet the bullying had already begun this early much to his surprise. Nevertheless, he was very much used to this situation already – after all, he's been exposed to this kind of persecution since kindergarten.

Albeit being an actually shy yet kind, caring, and friendly lad, people were always wary of Issei all because of the different iris colors he had. His right eye was a hue of sapphire blue, while the other was a color of crimson red. Aside from that, strange occurrences have also happened with the boy. One mentionable case was when he was in fifth grade; he was surrounded by the boys of the class while the girls were out changing for P. E. class, and when they decided to gang up on him, a wave of energy burst out of Issei and pushed the boys back to the wall. Desks, chairs, and nearby objects that surrounded Issei began swirling into the air, and upon seeing this the ones who tried bullying him ran out of the classroom, crying their eyes out for their moms. After what had happened, rumors of how Issei was a problem child worsened around school. More and more people avoided him, and the bullying streak became more of an everyday occurrence.

But the boy chose to endure all that he was going through. Even if his parents often worried about him and his well-being, Issei would only smile at them and say that he'd deal with his own problems, and that he doesn't want his to bother his parents. Later on, he'd experiment a bit about the powers that he had discovered back then in secret, practicing things like moving objects with his mind, and releasing bursts of energy. He'd also found out that he was able to exert great strength, run at speeds unimaginable for a human, leap great distances, and read minds as well; yet never did he once try to use any for seeking revenge upon those who torment him. After all, Issei never considered that his nature nor principle.

"Wonder how Okaa-san's going to take the bruises I got today. Maybe I can just say I tripped or something. . . ."

The boy sighed, knowing his mother wasn't that ignorant of his situation. Nearing the fork that he passed on his route towards his humble abode, a young man in a black suit approached him, wearing a very amused expression on his face.

"Why hello there, little guy! Are on your way home?"

"I am but. . . . Okaa-san told me not to talk to strangers. What do you want, mister?"

Issei felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. For some reason, his senses told him to be wary of the man. As he looked closer, he could swear he was seeing the silhouette of black wings behind the man.

"Hoho, you don't beat around the bush, do you kiddo? I like that. Well, if it's not much trouble, I'd like for you to come with me for a while. I just need you to do me a favor real quick, 'kay?"

The more that the man smiled, the more Issei felt unnerved. For some reason, he couldn't read this man's mind.

"I-I can't. I have to get home. . . so please let me through. You don't look like someone who's trustworthy. . ."

". . . . . Tch. I didn't want to do this, but your smartass mouth's getting to my nerves now, ya runt."

The man's face contorted into a sickened scowl, and suddenly, black wings came out of his back. Crow-like feathers floated down the air, and Issei felt an invisible pressure around him. He fell to the ground; unable to bear the weight that he felt was pushing him down. The man merely scoffed at him.

"Damn, what a joke. Oh well, this is understandable, since we haven't unlocked your Sacred Gear and all, anyways. Well, time for you to come with me, buddy; Kokabiel's about to begin his little project in a little while."

The man hoisted Issei up and hung him on his shoulder. Issei tried to shout, but all he could muster was a barely audible groan.

"Okaa-san. . . . Otou. . . san. . ."

"What's this?! Ya callin' for mommy and daddy?! Heh, hahahaha! Isn't that rich! Lemme tell ya something kid – where we're goin', they ain't ever seeing you again! So say goodbye to this place, 'cause it's time for you to join our family. . ."

The wings on his back began to flap, and seconds later they were pushed by a powerful stroke from it into the air. Issei's green backpack was left behind lying on the ground, right from the spot where he had fallen down earlier.

". . . number 666. Hahahaha!"

I've been reading a few fanfics here and there over the DxD section. I practically couldn't get this out of my head. So if you guys give it a read and support, much appreciated since more or less this is just something for my consumption majorly. But you're free to read and review, too.

This was inspired by the fics of WarriorMan199456 and Yuudai1224, since I loved the way they were able to just present their overpowered Issei and work the story. I'd recommend their fics, since they put me on edge. I hope no hostility be shown for what I'm doing, but I assure you that this is the work of what's been disturbing my head for some time now and that this is not lifted off nor is it a rip-off of anyone's work. I admire the fics written by the aforementioned authors, and their creativity simply sparked my imagination.

Happy reading.