Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction, so I hope you like it. The story is Varunastra ReBorn, the story of a young boy named Ben when he was transferred to Kuoh Academy in Japan and met a certain group of devils. Now, read and watch as he discovers untold secrets about his family history, his mother, and the father he never met!

Ben Clites had been roughly fifteen when the idea of transferring him to Japan came up. He had brown hair purposefully long so that he could hide behind it, always wore some kind of sweatshirt for the same reasoning, and was of average height and build. He had learned Japanese because he had basically been made to by his uncle Matt, and likely wouldn't have even done that if it had been anybody other than Matt. When Matt had brought it up, there was a huge outburst with his parents, he was sent outside with a book given to him by his uncle. He found the title odd, but figured it would be an interesting read, since Matt had given it to him. The book was titled 'The Lesser Key of Solomon.

Almost three hours later, his mother came from the room, an angry look on her face. She began to say something, but paused and looked at the book he held.

"What is that?"

"A book", Ben responded, his usual attitude of sly comedy that was consistently misinterpreted as rudeness showing. His mother scoffed, and he quickly corrected it, realizing she wasn't in any mood to play around.

"The Lesser Key of Solom-"
The book was yanked from his hands, a frantic look on his mothers face.

"Get packing", she said, flustered. "You're transferring to Japan."

He personally was excited. He had never quite connected with his parents, and they didn't seem to know how to raise a teenage boy, and the fact that he never knew his birth father didn't help. His mother had told him that his father had abandoned them when he discovered she was pregnant. His parents seemed to only look for reasons to shout at him, and always did, so he was happy to get out of the house, and even better, he was in another country! The flight and house were being payed for by Ben's great grandfather, Hammerlock Arjuna, who was filthy rich and owned a huge manor that his family sometimes went to for family reunions. Ben had made a few friends with the children of some of the servants that lived on the grounds. He was dropped onto a plane and given the house address.

Ben exited the airport, checking the address sheet of paper and the small pad of instructions, and followed them. He wandered for nearly half an hour before getting to the house. He paused, staring up at the mansion so big it might have been made out of smaller mansions. Ben sighed and pulled out the keys.
"Dammit Granddad", he muttered. every gang in town, if there were any, would be after him. He grinned as the fleeting thought of at least now I'll be a chick magnet went through his head. He entered the mansion and instantly ran up the stairs to grab a huge room on the top floor. He spent nearly an hour choosing, and finally chose an apartment sized room with rows of bookshelves on one side, several huge windows, beanbag chairs in a corner around a TV hooked up to an Xbox with several games, a curved desk in the other corner with a gaming computer and laptop on it, and a huge Emperor sized bed big enough for twenty people to comfortably sleep on. Ben grinned, jet lag taking no toll on him, as it never did,an instantly started messing around on the computer. He finally got bored with that and decided to explore the town, going for the exploration of the house later.

Ben started school the next day, a bit annoyed at how polite everyone was, and did what he usually did and sat quietly and drew. He bided his time until school ended, and was one of the first out of that place. His first mistake that day was going out at night.

Ben wandered around at almost midnight, since his sleep schedule was still a bit wonky, and found himself in an empty area with no homes and just empty stores. Nobody else was on the streets that he noticed, except for a lone woman walking down the road. He never got a glimpse of her face as she approached him, but didn't really care. She was almost five feet away from him and he finally got a glimpse of her face.

She was astonishingly attractive, with black flowing hair and wide green eyes. She wore a white kimono, which was an odd choice for wandering the streets. She flashed him a charming smile.
"Hello", she chirped. Ben nodded, finding something suspicious about her. There was something in the way she looked at him, a flash of hunger in her eyes every time she would look his way. She had a predatory air around her, and was suspiciously happy. Happy people always have something to hide. She turned to walk alongside him. Again, suspicious. Strangers didn't just do that.
"Hi", Ben said, nodding. She turned to him, her eyes flashing hypnotically.

"How are you?" she asked. Ben noted that she seemed to be getting taller, her eyes becoming slits in a yellow background, her teeth becoming razor blades. He glanced at her feet, which had morphed together and were uncoiling into a pure white snakes tail. Definitely not human, which was confusing and exciting to him, confusing because he was pretty sure they weren't real, and exciting because they were. He was frozen in place by shock as his mind processed this.

"I asked you a question", the woman snake hissed. Ben snapped back to reality, remembering what he had learned about snakes in his life. Point one, they strike fast, so he had better get moving.

He jumped aside, the woman unable to turn and her claws clipping his heel. Her momentum brought her straight into a lamp post.

"Dammit!" she screeched, twirling to face him. Ben wasn't frozen this time, but she was still too fast. This time, her claws grazed his thigh, shredding his pants leg to ribbons.

"Stop moving!" she shouted. Ben did not stop moving, but was a good amount slower now that his leg was injured. He cursed beneath his breath. He was so dead. She lunged again, her tail smashing him into the wall of a building. pain exploded through his body and everything went hazy. He fell to the ground and stars danced. He was barely aware of the fact that the lamia was hit by bursts of red light and running. He finally passed out from the pain.


Ben jerked awake, looking around in surprise and confusion.

"What in the everloving shit was that?" he hissed. He fumbled around, grasping for his phone, only to find it in his pants pocket. Odd. He never wore jeans to bed, nor did he sleep with his phone in his pocket; it was way too uncomfortable. He checked the calendar. After a quick double take, he noted that it was now a saturday. From what he remembered, it should've been a friday. The logical assumption was that the 'dream' was not a dream, and him meeting a lamia was very much real. However, lamia were not real, and he had supposedly died, whereas he was very clearly alive. Perhaps some sort of Divine Intervention had occurred? But that also brought the question of why any sort of higher power would take interest in him.

He pondered the possibility of divine intervention for a moment. He did recall that his family's name had some sort of occult meaning, but could never remember the actual meaning of the name. Could his family be involved with the occult? A memory flashed into his head. His mothers frantic face and flustered voice when she had realized he was reading the Lesser Key of Solomon. A sort of grimoire on the summoning of demons- 72 specific ones, if he recalled correctly. Maybe his family had put some odd protective spell on him in a deal with a demon? He found this unlikely, but it was at least worth figuring out.

His thought process went somewhere along the lines of 'if I'm close to a demon, holy objects hurt me'. This was clearly false, as he sat at his desk, a rosary hanging around his neck. He groaned loudly and tore it from his neck, tossing it across the room. Holy objects did nothing, demon repellent didn't do shit, and if anything had happened, the only thing that could've happened at this point was that whatever spell that had been put on him for protection had been lifted. He had also tried several summoning circles from the Ars Goetia, none of which had worked. Perhaps he was just going insane.

He shook that thought from his head. He was most definitely not going insane. A brief thought flitted into his head.

He had thought about the family name before- Arjuna- but had never actually researched it. After a brief search, he came back with some Indian hero. He didn't have any Indian descent, but he figured that this would work better than anything else, and after some more searching, found a legend about him, having something to do with some sort of weapon. The name was Varunastra. After a moment of hesitance, curiosity took over and he tried to copy what he could from this legend.

Meditate on a God; Varu, specifically. He had no clue on how to meditate on a God, but he tried his best. After a good half hour of this, he gave up.

"Nothing", he spat, slouching and glaring across the room. He was about to search some more, but the doorbell rang. He sighed, standing up and walking to the door. The way there was long, and he took a while, in which time the bell was rung at least five more times. He froze at the corner turning into the staircase to the entryway when there was a heavy thud on the door. Then another. It wasn't knocking, but a rhythmic, forceful banging.

The kind of noise one would hear if a person was trying to break down the door.

Ben started to shuffle backwards when the door gave. He watched in awe as chunks of the broken door shot down the hall, burying themselves into the walls.

"He's in here somewhere", a gruff, deep male voice spat. Ben turned and ran.

And I'm done with this chapter! I apologize if it kind of had a crappy end, I'm still trying to get used to doing this. I've got a lot of ideas for this fanfic, and I'm gonna try to use them all to the end! Thanks for the reads and reviews.