A/N- So this is my first ever fanfic. I spent a lot of time contemplating whether or not to do this but I have a lot of free time so I decided why the hell not. So I hope you like it. This chapter is basically just some back story on the character that I came up with heading into the real thing. I did a lot of research into the real world Maruyama created so if there's some things you don't understand it probably won't be too hard find out on the overlord fandom wiki. Also my story will pick up right at the end of volume 13 so if you haven't read up to that volume there will probably be a lot of spoilers in later chapters.Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord, I only own characters who I create.

Prologue

Hikaru:

He was 5 years old when he made contact with another child. In fact these were the first humans he had met other than his parents and the maids for over a year. He thought he would be happy about it, that finally his grim life that was shrouded in darkness would be pierced by the light of hope. And yet, no one spoke to him. All the children who were around him looked different, the best he received from them was a glance of indifference. The small flame that had ignited in his heart began to dim.

"This is shit."

His mother had always told him never to use bad language, that those words belonged to adults. But he didn't care what she thought. After all, it was her fault his life was as it was now, drowning in the limitless pit of depression. One would have thought this little boy would have been happy, for compared to the rest of humanity he was the luckiest boy in the world. Adopted into the great Kazuhiko family that was in command of the largest conglomerate business on the planet, he had access to all things money could buy. As the only child he would inherit the "throne" when his mother walked away from her so called "kingdom." Yet 5 year old Hikaru didn't care. He wanted to be normal like everyone else, he had begged them to allow him to go to a normal school with the rest of the children. What a mistake that had been.

"This is shit" Hikaru said once more. "It is isn't it." Someone had spoken to him, yes someone had spoken to him and he didn't recognize their voice. Hikaru's eyes shot toward the direction of the voice and it was another boy. The flame in his heart became fierce, maybe all hope was not lost after all.

"You have really cool eyes" the young boy said. Hikaru had deep blue eyes, a very rare thing when it came to black children. Such a thing should have looked unnatural but it only intensified the boys looks. Even so, the boy was wrong. They weren't cool, they were a curse. If his adopted parents had not liked his eyes, maybe he could have stayed at the orphanage. He was happy there. Hikaru suddenly realised the boys eyes were on him. Not knowing how to answer he said "Thank you, I grew them myself...?" The boy fell into a fit of laughter and Hikaru started to think about what he had said wrong. His mum had told him that laughter was a sign of disrespect.

"You're funny you know." Hikaru stared at him wide eyed in disbelief. "Funny?" he said to himself, "but I didn't say anything funny."

"What you said right now was a joke right?"

"No." Hikaru couldn't will himself to answer out loud though.

"Anyway... My name is Suzuki Satoru, what's yours?"

"My name is Jo- Hikaru Kazuhiko!" The truth is they had changed his name when they arrived in Japan.

"Hikaru huh? That's a cool name. Well, do you want to be my friend?"

"What did you say?" As he looked at Satoru, his beaming smile was the ray of hope that Hikaru had been searching for. It forced him to act. He quickly stood up and pronounced, " YES.. I mean yes, I want to be friends" The smile on Hikaru's face wasn't the fake one he was used to. It was a real genuine smile that shone through. He had made a friend. The first and only friend he would make in the real world.

7 years later

Hikaru and Satoru had been inseparable for all these years, they were basically like brothers. To Hikaru, Satoru was the only thing that he cared about; as long as he was happy then Hikaru was too. But no one could always be happy. They stood silently at the funeral. The fun loving Satoru he had grown up with was gone. What stood beside him was an empty carcass, the shell of the boy he knew. You see this boy had seen his dead mother sprawled out before him, the sight had etched itself into his mind, plaguing his every waking moment. Not to mention his sleeping moments, where the nightmares would rip apart his subconscious until he was forced to awaken. Hikaru knew this, but he couldn't comfort him. There were no words that would go through to him. The pain for both these boys were unimaginable. After the funeral, Satoru was sent to a child mental health institution for rehabilitation and in the months that he couldn't see him, Hikaru remembered the darkness that he once lived in. This unruly pit of depression. His grades starting slipping, this straight A student's grades starting to falter into the B then the C category. As the heir to the largest conglomerate in the world this could not be allowed, in fact such a thing was unheard off. His parents who had barely spoken to him these last few years began to lecture him. He couldn't hear a word, as far as he was concerned their words came from within the pit and so he would not allow himself to hear it, to be depressed.

He had to stay strong for Satoru.

But then they said something that snapped him back to reality.

"Young man, we're sending you to boarding school." Hikaru eyes stared into theirs. He wanted to know they were being serious and they were. He couldn't argue, he couldn't fight the will of his mother and father. He had to stay strong for Satoru but how could he if he wasn't even there. The feelings he was bottling up began to gain control. They had slapped him full force across his face and demanded dominance. Through it all he could only think of one thing..

"Let me help Satoru." It came out as little more than a whimper, barely heard by even himself never mind his parents.

"What was that? Speak up boy!" Filled with conviction he took a deep breath and exclaimed "let me help Satoru!"

Normally, beneath their harsh gazes he would have backed down, retreated like a turtle into it's shell. Not today. The fire in his heart burned violently as he puffed out his chest, standing strong with his words.

His mother sighed. "Fine, I shall allow it on one condition." Hikaru nodded furiously so she continued, "you will go to boarding school and achieve the highest marks, if you do this for me I will personally put that boy Satoru through all his education and university." She paused to stare into Hikaru's eyes, no deeper than that. Into his soul, "However if you under achieve by even a single mark I will abandon him."

Blackmail! Anger, that's what Hikaru felt; pure, unadulterated anger. "And one more condition, you are not to contact him at any time, I shall only allow you to say your goodbyes later next week." Through gritted teeth he answered. "Fine!" In the back of his mind he thought, "this reality, my reality... Is ROTTEN"

12 years later

Hikaru was now a sophisticated young man. Age 21 he had gained access to his mother's great empire after acing his university courses. His Education had been good for him, it had allowed him to hone his intelligence, moulding his genius into a formidable. There were very few people who could match his intellect and if there was anyone who surpassed him then he or she had not made themselves known to the world. Now aged 24 he pretty much ruled the corporate world after wrangling control of two of the other conglomerates that were his opposition. Not only that but of the other 5 major ones he was in command of 3 from the shadows, constantly causing them to make decisions that would be beneficial to his empire. Oh how great this man's life was, and oh how much he hated it. The real world was still as rotten as when he was brought into it and unlike most people he had no friends to speak of. All the people who clung to him were parasites, trying to earn favour with him. The sheer amount of women who had given their own bodies to him was amusing, but not as amusing as the amount of men swung to even lower levels. Rotten. That was the only word repeated itself over and over in his mind. Every day when he had to wake up, every day when he had to place his air filtering mask on and goggles the word repeated itself.

Rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten, ROTTEN.

But that was the real world, there was a place where he felt complete, whole. The world of YGGDRASIL. Here he wasn't the leader of the major business world, Hikaru Kazuhiko, nor was he some hot commodity that people swooned over, he was simply Hikaru, the Nephilim paladin. It filled his heart with joy to be normal, like everyone else. To start from the bottom and slowly make a name for himself. He that's what Satoru had done in the real world. It had been a long time since he spoke to Satoru, and it upset him that he had not been able to see him again. So he left him a gift; the specialized console needed to join the world of YGGDRASIL. He had hoped that one day they could meet inside YGGDRASIL but alas he had never come into contact with. At least, not that he knew of... As he sat in his console he allowed himself a reminiscent thought of his old friend before logging in.

Slowly his eyes opened, he had arrived, this was YGGDRASIL. As a heteromorphic character he had been plagued by abuse when he had started, but not now, he was strong enough to fight. Then after aimlessly wandering he come across Ulbert Alain Odle. Together along with his friend Touch me they were able to form a clan of just Heteromorphic beings. Soon every time he logged in he was surrounded by friends. His friends of Nine's Own Goal. On this day he quickly met up with Ulbert and proceeded to their usual room. Although this place was always full of people and conversation things were different today. Touch me was with someone new today, an Undead character.

"Hey, how you doing? My name is Hikaru, what's yours?" But the undead said nothing. Hikaru had become a master of reading tones and facial expressions but that was near impossible in this game and he loved it. It made strategy and cunning much more important and made the game harder. Hikaru loves a challenge. But he didn't like challenges when it came to new friends. He found that challenging enough.

"Hey you alright Momonga? Don't worry these are my friends" said Touch me. This seemed to spark Momonga back into consciousness. He was clearly flustered, you could hear it in his voice and in his movement, "huh.. OH.. Sorry, hi I'm Momonga... But you knew that cos he just said it.." He went quiet, "its just, I used to know someone called Hikaru in the real world..."

Hikaru put up the smiling emoticon, "that's cool its not a very common name, but this isn't the real world, this is YGGDRASIL! Just have fun here and forget about the real world for now." Hikaru was genuine, here he didn't need the real world. To him the real world was the burden. However this was directly tied with the real world for little did Hikaru know that he was actually engaged in conversation with his childhood friend.

A few months past, months full of bliss and fun, months where Hikaru did not have to stay in the disgusting real world. Yet life could not be that kind. At some point it was bound to happen. When the real world would collide with this paradise.

Touch me stormed into the room with his voice raised. "Where is he!" He shouted.

"Who?" "Hikaru! Where the HELL is he?!" Hikaru ran into the room, he was perplexed. He had never heard touch me angry never mind to this extent. It was shocking and left a sour taste in his mouth.

"WOAH, what's going on?" He replied. Touch me put up the angry emoticon, this was unprecedented, yes they had disagreements often but not enough to warrant such an emoticon.

"You lied to us!" Touch me did not need to use the emoticons for everyone to realise this was serious and the atmosphere in the room dropped like a rock in the sea. In the corner of the room sat Momonga, who was staring in silence. Normally Momonga would sit in the middle of a disagreement and be the neutral third party but to today he didn't. The taste in Hikaru's mouth grew worse.

"You lied, tell them who you really are, Hikaru Kazuhiko!" A stunned silence spread through the room except the odd gasp. The taste in his mouth was too much now. Even without the taste Hikaru still couldn't bring himself to answer. "You lied to all of us, acting as if you didn't have money! How many times did we all pitch in to pay for your things! Turns out you're the richest man in the world!"

Hikaru couldn't find the words to help his case, all he had was "I'm sorry, I just wanted to be normal like all of you. I paid for most of my own stuff but now and again I wanted to be like the rest of you, to know what having friends was like. I'm sorry." The last part came out as a whimper, the last time he had spoken like that he was a 12 year old child, succumbing to the pressure of his parents.

"BULLSHIT!" Touch me was definitely angry but that sound did not come from him, it came from the corner, from Momonga. Hikaru felt himself die a little. He had never expected even Momonga to be that angry. Stares came from every direction. Ulbert had tried to speak but he couldn't do it. Unable to face them all he promptly logged out. The room was silent again until Touch me spat out "good riddance." Momonga fell back into his chair, thousands of emotions were now dancing around his mind, his only real world friend had been here, all this time, and he had not known.

For the next few days Momonga had been trying to get into contact with Hikaru with the message skill but he had not logged in even once. It suddenly became apparent the Hikaru had quit the game and he would never see him again. Before he had left he had mailed a lot of money to every member in the clan. Some had rejected it in anger, some had rejected because of guilt but as of right now no one had accepted. Ulbert had blamed Touch me leading to the clan almost splitting but no one wanted to abandon what they had all found here. As anger filled Momonga's, no- Satoru's heart he realized that he never had the chance to thank him for everything that he did. The anger quickly subsided and left a huge pit in it's place. In that moment Momonga wanted to quit, but he couldn't bring himself to. He could never say thank you face to face, but he would continue to play this game with his friends as thanks. After all it was Hikaru that gave him this amazing opportunity. "Thank you Hikaru" he said. And as he looked up at the ceiling of his apartment, he realized he was crying. Satoru was crying real tears. He didn't even cry when his mum had died, but now the anguish of losing his best friend left him broken.

"Life really is shit huh Hikaru"

6 months had passed, and yet the pain in his chest persisted. A deep and heavy pain that clung onto his heart. It would scratch and punch, abusing it day after day after day. Not once in six months had it gotten tired, not once had it got weary and decided to allow him some peace as it rested.

No.

Every second of every minute of every hour of every day was a cruel, gruelling experience. Despair. That's what Hikaru felt. Many people in this world had submitted to despair before, but few had felt it's dominance as greatly as he did right now. This wasn't a simple broken heart. In his moment of weakness, Hikaru had abandoned everything that he held dear to him. His friends, his reality. You see Hikaru didn't accept this dumpster fire in which he was born and raised as his reality. His reality was in there, in YGGDRASIL. In these last few months, he had tried other DMMORPG's, but none had managed to shift the weight in his chest. It just wasn't the same as the world he had fallen in love with. The only thing that helped him cope were thoughts of YGGDRASIL. He had heard that Nine's Own Goal has disbanded and become Ainz Ooal Gown with Momonga holding the position of guild leader. It made sense, he was right for that position. In the short time he'd known Momonga he had come to realize that he had a good mind for the game and made wise decisions. He was perfect for the role, truly he was just like his character, an Overlord.

He didn't know what to do with himself. He had no options available to him. So he sat and gazed out of his window. As he looked upon the world that shrouded in misery, he wondered what it was good for. What had he ever gained from this place? What had he gained that he had not lost, abandoned or forgotten? As that question echoed through his mind he found his answer. It dawned on him, it was so simple and always available to him.

He was rich. Rich beyond the wildest dreams of the majority of the populace. What was there that money couldn't buy in today's society. Happiness? Ridiculous. All the happiness he knew existed in the game. And he was determined to get it back.

You may be wondering what Hikaru did in order to get his account back on YGGDRASIL. In fact, he didn't get it back. Can't reactivate a deleted account. Every person had access to only one account and no more. Those were the rules. Hikaru didn't care about rules, and apparently, neither did the developers when he had flashed a huge investment at them. All the people on the creative team has visions of what YGGDRASIL could be, and with the money Hikaru was flaunting, their dreams could be reality. Hikaru offered the investment on one condition, they let him build a completely new character.

This is how Hiroto was born. However this time it was different than before. Before he had hidden who he was, what he possessed. He hated the real world, but he couldn't deny that he had been sufficiently blessed materially. All of the wealth he had inherited and then made would be poured into the game. Every drop, every penny would be used if needed. At the end of the day, Yggdrasil was a play to win game, and paying definitely wasn't a problem for him. With this new found conviction, Hikaru or rather Hiroto took the game by storm. Most people who played this game had specialized builds. Whether for role playing purposes like Momonga or for maximum effect like Ulbert. However Hikaru went for a completely different approach. He wanted complete flexibility, in other words complete unpredictability; There was no point being strong if all your moves could be predicted and subsequently avoided. Such a build had many downsides. Average in almost every category, not proficient at any one thing with no trump cards to shift the balance. But with tactics that he would acquire by learning as much as he can about his potential opponents, divine grade armour that he had acquired easily from the cash shop and from other players with either in game gold or real world money, and his natural reflexes or his intellect or ability to retain information, he made it work. He died many times in the process, many times before he was able to get to the top, to compete with the best players in the game but he made it.

It had been a wonderful Journey. But now it was nearing the end.

Only 30 seconds remained, 29, 28... Everything he cared about was about to be wiped away.

15, 14, 13... As he was about to return to the real world, he swore to find Satoru.

5, 4, 3, 2... "ARGHHHH!" Hikaru yelled loudly from the depths of his heart. 1, 0...

1, 2, 3

"HUH!" Hikaru's eyes shot open. But he hadn't logged out. In fact he wasn't even in the same place he was when he closed his eyes. "This must be a mistake, right?" Hikaru had never been so confused. If the shutdown had been delayed the development team would have released an announcement. He hadn't received any such announcement. Even so, a delayed shut down couldn't explain why he had been transported to different location. "Could this be the work of another player? But that doesn't make sense, for them to be able to teleport me they would have needed a World Item and the World Item I just received from beating the World Eater should have counteracted it?" Hikaru decided to check his surroundings but there was nothing but grasslands as far as the eye could see however as he turned he saw a huge lattice door that seemed to be half buried. "That's strange he said" he said, as he thought about what to do he couldn't think of anything. Instead of trying to figure out what he couldn't control her decided to push on. "Guess my answers are beyond this door." As he forced the large doors open, a new story began.

Sooooooo, what do you think? Believe or not I worked really hard on this chapter but towards the end I started running out of good ideas to put into his back story and there's certain things I don't want to reveal straight away so it felt a little rushed.Also I'm adding like a character level sheet so that you can get some kinda gauge on what kind of player he is.Hikaru- Dragonoid Battle Mage

Racial Classes:

Lvl 15 Dragonic-Humanoid

Lvl 10 Dragonian Warrior

Lvl 10 Dragonian Sorcerer (Elementalist)

Lvl 5 Immortal Dragon Lord

Job Classes:

Lvl 10 Weapons Master (Reduced)

Lvl 10 Prime Weapons Master

Lvl 5 Master Elementalist

Lvl 5 Special Class Illusion Mage- Molder of Reality

etc. The rest of the levels are a secret ;)

Reviews and Constructive Criticism are welcome because boy do I have a lot of learning do...