A/N: New OC story, from what I gather these are hardly unique in this fandom, but anyway. This is more of a test run, combined with a bit of fun, where I'm taking a character from a universe that I created and swapping him out with Issei, who is going to the OC's verse.

I fall to my knees clutching the wound in my torso. Right over the solar plexus, and it isn't healing…

I life my hand and glare at the blood coating my fingers and palm. This is the end… I my fading gaze wanders to the woman with black wings.

"Oh you're a stubborn one," she says in her deep sultry tone. I reach towards the revolver laying just across from, grasping the black handle. I raise it up and aim down the iron sights, lining the bitch's head up with the muzzle. I pull the trigger, the shot ringing out across the dark park. I twist to prevent the gun from flying into my face due to the recoil, instead it flies back across the my shoulder.

Did I get her?

"AGH!"

"That was quaint, but you've lost Edgar. Oh, would you look at the time! I gotta go sweetie," she says while turning away and disappearing in a plume of black feathers.

I lie there on the pavement, staring up at the night sky. Hold on… what was it that girl back at the mall gave me this morning? I reach into one of my pockets and pull out a flyer with a design like a magic circle.

"Make a wish, and it shall be granted," I say weakly. "Okay, I wish to live!"

I see a flash of red, same shade as blood… and the world fades to black.

Three weeks prior…

I pull myself up from ground, dusting my legs off from the fall, or throw. I look up huffing, and breathing deeply. I look around me. I stroll out of the alleyway I appeared in. I spot a street sign, I'm in Japan…

Wait how did I work that one out? I've never taken a Japanese class in my life… okay, maybe I picked up a few words from my weebier friends in the past.

I look down at myself, nothing too out of the ordinary, same as I was wearing earlier, sandy-coloured chinos, white shirt and a black leather bomber jacket. Might as well be heading down to the park with Gabriel for a drink, skipping class to hang out with Uriel.

Going from chilling with Lucifer to standing in some city in Japan…

I start walking down the street, passing a few shops and cafés. I pull out my wallet, "Huh, would ya look at that," I jolt, why did I just say that in Japanese? I swear to God I meant to say that in English…

Anyway, my wallet is filled with Yen. I notice a piece of paper in an empty card slot. I take it our and unfold it. A key falls out, I pick it up, turn it over in my hand. A cruciform key, it has a dragon stamped onto the bow. I read the note. "Akamine Private Repository, Account Number 334—AGL—5543, that's weird," I mumble to myself. I guess the key must for a safe or something. Wonder what time it is… I check my watch, it says 5:45pm, that's the time right before I disappeared. How many hours is that? EST is five hours behind UCT, and…

I end up googling the timezone for Japan, nine hours behind UTC. Shit, I not only jumped through space, but also through time, in a certain sense of the term. How the fuck? I continue walking after I notice a waitress staring at me. I look up the private bank that the ket is from. I'll need opening hours and an address. The website comes up, no problem, all contact details I need are there, I screencap them for later. I look back at the note and turn it over. It say has an address on it for a house, plus saying that the keys are in an internal pocket of my jacket. I fish them out, and low and behold, keys to my new place along with the keys to my car. I attach the key to my safe on the key ring, put them away, fold the note back up, put it back in my wallet, before returning it to my pocket. I then hail a cab, and ask the driver to take me there.

We make some idle chitchat on the way. He asks why I'm in Japan, and I feed him a line about being a transfer student. He also enquires about my name, and spends a couple of minutes getting his head around how to pronounce 'St. John', my second name, which in such a context is pronounced 'Sin-jin'. Thank the English, I just took it because it sounded classy.

He drops me off at a house in an estate and I pay him.

I head inside, and wander around the house, finding four bedrooms, including one full of my clothes, strangely amongst them is a set of white pin-stripped shirts, black ribbons, a pretty nice black suit jacket with white edging and black dress trousers. Okay… I guess it's some sort of uniform. I head into the kitchen where a note sits on the counter.

You've been enrolled at Kuoh Academy, starting the day after tomorrow. Below is the address, all books and uniform have been provided, well no shit there Sherlock. You have undoubtably found the note in your wallet pointing to a safe deposit box. I'd advise retrieving it tomorrow.

Signed,
D

I raise my eyebrows. Guess we got an Edgelord over here.

I finish up exploring the house, finding a drum kit, and großes messer taken from my personal armoury… This shit is starting to seriously weird me the fuck out.

I find the fridge fully stocked and cobble some dinner, then I screw around for the evening before heading to bed.

Ah man, can your day get any fucking weirder?

A/N: Großes Messer are weapons of German origin, and are immediate predecessors of the European sabre.