Author's Note: Since this is a fanfic anyway, I'm screwing with continuity just a bit. BB's central storyline falls in the time period of 2004 instead of 2000, all for the express purpose of this one crazy anime crossover, all for the sake of one of my favorite characters. It'll be subtle. Really.

This is a slightly (read: tremendously) modified version of the story I crafted for the Bible Black RP. I have to confess I really fell for this character, and so...enjoy.

I don't own Bible Black or its characters. The only character I lay claim to is Asante Hirazuki.

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BIBLE BLACK:

Primoris Signiferum

(First Signs)

An otherwise typical and droll morning had turned out very well for Asante, after being struck by the fuzzy green tennis ball.

Though in considerable pain and quite disoriented, he was quite pleased at the up skirt view he now had of Maki Kurimoto, his doubles partner for the morning's assignment. He could see her panties quite clearly, perfectly complimenting her short white skirt and shoes. Though mildly concerned, she made no effort to help him, waiting for him to react.

Asante lifted himself gingerly, and smiled weakly at Maki. "Thank you."

Maki ignored him, refocusing her attention on the match. She served to their opponents, and prepared to respond to their return, but Asante was staring at her lovely blue hair, and occasionally his eyes drifted lower.

He was -unsurprisingly- struck by the ball again. This time he was hit in a different side of the head, and promptly knocked out.

He was only unconscious for a few minutes, but out long enough to miss the conclusion of class. He lamented not seeing more of Maki -nor having an opportunity to talk to her- and changed into his regular school uniform, going to his next class: art.

Miss Takashiro was the collective crush of most of the outcasts and nerds, but Asante had no interest in her warm, personable nature, finding enjoyment only in viewing her body. He also took enjoyment in watching Kurumi Imari chastise her friend Minase for painting certain parts of her body.

He could not bear to look at Taki Minase. Asante's enmity and his jealousy were too much to bear, so he went back to his painting... depicting the various doomed souls writhing in the flames of Hell. It was a popular subject for him, rather than doodling or picturing Miss Takashiro naked, like the rest of the class. He drew Minase amongst the flames, and placed Shiraki right along with him, growling out his displeasure at Minase's apparent use of magic...or so Kaori Saeki had accused him.

Asante handed in his canvas and left without a word. Miss Takashiro took a moment to appraise it, and pointed out: "You need to show some range, Hirazuki-kun. I certainly encourage creativity, but would it hurt to do something different?"

Asante lowered his head. "No, sensei." He stalked out, as Takashiro released an audible sigh behind him.

His day improved drastically upon arriving in the library, selecting an appropriate text and ruminating before the shelves. Chancellor Toudou was only a few yards from him, quietly observing the young female students, eyeing them lustfully. Though at the ready to greet the Chancellor, Asante was facing his back, and made no effort to gain his attention.

At least until his head turned completely around his neck and looked straight at Asante.

"Hello...descendant of the judge," the Chancellor's backwards head greeted, smiling wickedly.

"Judge?" Asante repeated. "Who are you?"

"I am that which cannot rest," the Chancellor's head answered. "That which is condemned to a world of lust and greed... what a coincidence to meet such a worthy successor."

"Who are you?" Asante asked again.

"A spirit longing for vengeance," it answered. "I cannot exalt my will without the aid of a host, but to do so I exact terrible, irreversible damage. The Chancellor here willingly gave himself to me, in exchange for the body of Hiroko Takashiro and a few of the other students… but soon he will die, and I'll need a new host."

"Why should I be interested?" Asante demanded.

"If I am correct, and you are the judge's descendant, you should be able to survive holding my soul within you, at least for a short time…" the thing within Chancellor Toudou's body continued. "…I will lend you my power, should you lend me your body. I will give you any woman you want. I will give you as much money as I want."

"I do not need your assistance," Asante sneered. "I'm not so desperate."

"I do not appreciate being lied to," the thing continued. "I will slake your lust and satisfy your greed… and those are only a few of the things I can do to make your life better. What have you to lose?"

"You're a devil," Asante spat.

"You at least know I'll fulfill my end of the bargain, then."

Take it. Take his hand.

His thoughts turned to Maki. Sure, the deal would have some sort of downside, but if it was certain he could have all the women he sought...

Asante extended his hand. Chancellor Toudou's head smiled even wider and turned back around, as the ground grew a sickly black, moving easily along the floor and sliding upon Asante, swirling around him, consuming him… and laughing.

Asante felt no visible time lapse. All he knew was that he was standing before Maki Kurimoto, politely asking her to accompany him to his home, on the pretense of going over tennis techniques so he could prove a more capable partner for her.

His apartment had the feel of a darkened cell, lined on several walls with his books, left to him by his father. He invited Maki to sit on a threadbare sofa in his living room, but did not bother to make her feel more comfortable. He forced himself upon her in short order.

Maki had been through this once before from Miss Kitami and Taki Minase, so she was significantly less resistant than she had been before, but she still thrashed as he ripped away her tie and blouse, massaging her large breasts and kissing her neck feverishly, entranced and inebriated by her body.

He ripped away her skirt and pulled down her panties, not bothering to interfere with her stockings. He brought one hand to his waist, unbuckling his belt and waiting a few moments before forcefully penetrating her, bearing down and kissing her just as forcefully, as he began to thrust deeply into her, racking her body.

He had no control over any of his activities. All he knew was the pleasure, and the maddening joy of taking her by force. He growled out at her and pulled at her breasts, grasping them forcefully, listening to the intoxicating, whimsical sound of her screams of pain.

He did not want to waste his first time, so he made no effort to remove himself when he ejaculated, enjoying every moment of it. He rode out his high and basked in the afterglow of their sex, breathing heavily but very pleased with himself.

And then Maki lifted her head, kissing him passionately. "Please…more…please." Her eyes were wide, begging him. She was sweating and panting just like him, but her eyes were alight with desperation.

Though spent, Asante took mere seconds to recover. "Of course, of course… as often as you need…" And he took her again…and again…and again…

The following day, a bleary-eyed Asante stepped into art class, smiling cheerfully rather than sulking. He drew a new painting, and presented it to Miss Takashiro.

Takashiro's cheeks reddened ever so slightly. "Hirazuki-kun, this really isn't appropriate for class…"

"Just being creative, sensei," Asante answered cheerfully, looking upon the image of the red-haired instructor being violently taken from behind. " Please, place me in your detention…so that life might imitate art."

Elsewhere, Maki rushed to tell Jun and Kaori of her newfound desires, half pleased and half desperate to be freed from the sudden all consuming lust. At once her fellow magic club members resolved to help her, and pit their magic against the man who had seduced Maki.

Saeki would be happy to challenge him personally.

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Asante felt his right hand twitching. There was no mistaking the feeling... sparks were lifting from his hand, dissipating into the air in short order. Some sort of power was radiating off of him.

"Is this your doing?" Asante asked quietly, leaning back against his desk and pretending to be interested in the lecture.

Half of his face contorted into a cruel, lewd grin. The voice spoke with only half his mouth, nothing more than an incoherent mumble to any eavesdropper. "I am accommodating to you, Hirazuki Asante. As my host, some portion of my power is yours'."

"Really," Asante muttered back, speaking as best he could with half of his mouth. "And what exactly is all this?"

"I suppose you've only read it, but not seen before..." the demon cleared Asante's throat. "That, my boy, is your body's kinetic energy, as heat and electricity mingle together. It is the necessary power source to begin alchemy without complex symbols and components."

Asante raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Well...there are a few marks.." Asante winced as he felt a deep gash run through his palm, as a circle shaped like a serpent -the mark of the Ouroburos- cut into his hand and a purification symbol appeared within it... even as blood leaked from his cuts they closed up, becoming simple scars. The blood itself seemed to automatically convert into its base components, as oxygen drifted away and tiny, near-microscopic bits of iron rested in his hand.

"My God..."

"I appreciate the compliment, but no, not at all," the demon told him. "As my partner, as the man who gives me life... this is but one of many gifts. As I did for you yesterday, so you too can adjust their pheromones as needed...and make any woman yours'."

Now all of Asante's face bore a lewd grin.

Who to use this upon, he wondered.

The idol of the school, Rika Shiraki... someone he sought to take away from Taki Minase and have for himself.

Or that gorgeous, kindhearted redhead, Hiroko Takashiro.

The possibilities were endless. If he had indeed been given the power of alchemy, then any element in the world could conceivably be his to wield.

"I will need more time in your body before all my power shines through, but this is a start," the demon said. "Until then...do enjoy yourself."

Asante turned his hand towards his desk, even as the demon's facial features faded. He heard the far-off sounds of a lecture, but ignored them, as he concentrated on a single element within the desk.

Carbon.

He withdrew his hand, and energy cackled from the cuts on his palm. He broke the desk to pieces and replaced it with a small, uncut, unpolished diamond in his hand. The other students turned upon hearing his disruption, but none could understand what he'd done.

Asante smiled wickedly. The power was incredible...

"What happened?"

Asante glanced and spotted her; a girl with long green hair and a rabbit-esque headband, eyeing him suspiciously. She was Mika Itoh, a girl who'd never spoken to him before yet had recently gained a reputation for promiscuity and particularly sadistic (but thoroughly enjoyable) sexual antics.

Asante smiled at her. "A gift for a gifted girl, Itoh-san..." He placed the diamond in her hand, allowing his palm to briefly touch upon hers', and he sent the message. Itoh's body compounds began to shift accordingly.

His teacher was asking him over and over what he'd done, but Asante didn't hear. Being a model student was far less important than wooing this attractive young woman.

Itoh seemed surprised. Her eyes shifted all about. Asante could already tell what she was thinking, and he encouraged it. He wanted her to be consumed by maddening lust.

The instructor gave up and returned to the front of the classroom, muttering to himself that Hirazuki would just have to do his best without a desk. Asante didn't care, as he withdrew his hand from Itoh, waiting for the process to finish.

Her look turned from confused to glazed over in simple, all-consuming joy. "The roof, Hirazuki-kun..." she said it so quietly, but based on her inflection, Asante knew he'd succeeded.

"Of course, my dear," he said with a smile.

Elsewhere, Saeki left Jun to 'repair' Maki as best she could and remove whatever influence Asante had left upon her. The blonde sat down and began flipping her Tarot deck; even with all the power Kitami had given to her, Saeki still turned to the wiles of fate to test their whim.

She selected three cards from the deck's top and aligned them together, setting up a course of events for herself and her newfound target: Hirazuki Asante.

The first was the Fool... irresponsible and inexperienced, a less-than-prudent combination. Hirazuki was bold and optimistic, but foolhardy, unaware of danger lying plainly before him at the very start of his involvement in magic.

The second was the High Priestess... unsurprising. She, Kaori Saeki, was indeed contemplative and inward, away from the actions of others but prepared to act upon them at any moment.

Saeki moved to uncover the third, but felt the slightest twinge of hesitation. She had no idea why... she'd never felt fear from turning over cards before. But then, she'd usually told other people's fortunes and not tried to predict her own.

She uncovered it...the Tower. The sixteenth card... chaos and disillusionment. The breakdown of preconceived notions and the realization of powerlessness.

This would occur when she met him. Yet, who would feel this powerful change and falter of ego? Which one of them would be awed by the other?

Her curiosity was becoming insatiable.

On the rooftop, overlooking the campus grounds, Asante thrust in and out of Mika Itoh, forcing her up against the rough fence, holding up her slim waist with one hand, the other intertwining fingers with steel to hold himself up.

His face rested just above her shoulder, glancing down. Students were walking around, but he doubted anyone would notice them...less, of course, Itoh's yells grew any louder. Her arms were wrapped behind his neck, holding her to him and screaming out her maddening lust and desire for him.

Asante had no idea how long the effect would last. He very much doubted it'd be permanent, but he wouldn't exactly mind if he got to do this on a daily basis.

Itoh was exhausting herself, but Asante was nowhere near spent. He was quite impressed with his sex drive, as he'd climaxed twice already and still had plenty he intended to give her.

Vicious, animalistic, unprotected...and very frequent sex.

For that, bargaining with a devil seemed a small price to pay.

But of course, he hadn't yet realized how this would affect him.