Chap.1: The first few days.

"Dorm Disgaea: Laharl, Etna, Flonne, Adell, Rozalin, Mao, Almaz, Sapphire, Rasberryl, Priere, Pleinar, and Marjoly!"

"Hey, Harly, there's our dorm! Come on, let's go!" Etna called out to Laharl.

"Etna……" Was all Laharl said in response.

"ARE YOU DREAMING ABOUT HAVING SEX WITH ME, YOU DIGUSTING PERVERT!?!?!"

THAT did the trick. Laharl was quickly jarred back to reality and quickly denied the accusation. (We all know he was dreaming about that anyway). Man, he though, school life's going to be a lot harder on the seventh grade….

Laharl, as well as the people just called out, was just starting the school at the Nether Institute, Evil Academy, which was by far the most prestigious boarding school in the netherworld. Being a boarding school, the headmasters were calling the dorms out, and his dorm, Dorm disgaea, was the last. After the calling, the students were led to their dorms.

When everyone finally got to dorm disgaea, they started to get all of their things out; after all, they were going to be living here.

"Well, what shall we do first?" Sapphire randomly said to break the monotony in the air.

There was a blank silence in the air.

"What is there TO do?" Mao replied to end the silence.

"Well, we could go shopping for weapons and armor." Almaz quickly added.

"Well, it's not coming out of my pocket." Laharl said. "It can come out of Mao's."

"What?" Mao objected. "WHY ME?!"

"Because I don't feel like spending my hard earned money."

"Hard earned?!" Priere said. "Laharl, you are the prince of the Netherworld. You ca literally sit around and do NOTHING and still get , like 20 million Hell every week!"

"Yeah, but I still don't feel like spending it."

Off in the distance, an unknown voice rang out. "Now, miss Salvatore, This shall be your new dorm.

"Okay…"

Etna jumped up at hearing the voice. "Hey, that's the voice of the legendary Vyers, the Dark Adonis!"

"Who, the What?" Mao replied.

Before an answer could be issued, Vyers opened the door.
"I'm sorry for interrupting," He said in a smooth French accent. " But I have come to escort a new member of your dorm here….Miss Salvatore."

A demon holding his hand put her free hand over her mouth with a look of fright on her face, and said shyly, "Hi…My name is Salvatore….."

"Jesus, just hearing your voice makes me wanna blow my brains out with a pistol." Rasberryl quickly jeered.

Rozalin tossed her a gun. "Here." She said.

"I didn't actually mean it…."

Vyers didn't care about where Beryl meant it or not, for his face changed to one with a look of rage, and quickly retorted. "WELL, AT LEAST I'M NOT AS SHORT AS A FIRST GRADER!!!"

"HEY! I'M NOT THAT SHORT!"

Laharl kept a cool face on, and smugly said to Vyers, "Heh, a guy composed of so much fail shouldn't have a name as awesome. How about…Mid-Boss?"

"MID-BOSS!?"

"Yup."

"Well, you cannot change my title, HAHAHA!"

"Yeah, he did, " Priere quickly added. "Look next to your level counter."

Sure enough, Vyrers Title was now "Mid-Boss".

"OH, WHAT THE FUCK!?!?"

"What now, bitch?"

"I'll be back, I swear it!" With that, Mid-Boss left.

After that unusual turn of events, the group decided to go to the weapons shop. On the way, Mao showed them an invention of his.

"It's called a scouter," He said. "It can view an opponent's power level, stats, moves, and equipment."

"Wow, impressiv—OWWW!"

Salvatore had just bumped into a divine Majin and fell on her ass. The Divine Majin simply stopped, than turned around and looked at the group coldly.

"What the hell are you twerps doin, bumpin' into higher peoples?"

"Twerps?" Marjoly Replied. "Where do you get the right to boss us around?"

"Because you little twerps are a bunch of seventh graders, Me , I'm an eighth."

Laharl looked at Mao. "Mao! What does the scouter say about his power level?"

Mao Quickly scanned the Majin.

His level was 9999.

"Oh, my god…."

"What does it say?"

"IT'S OVER NINE THOUS-"

"Hey, you, god damn Twerps!" Mid-Bosses' annoying voice rang again.

"Dammit, you screwed up the joke!" Priere said.

"What? That joke is like, 20 years old!"

"IT'S STILL AWESOME!!"

Marjoly jumped in front of Mid-Boss. "Never fear, I'll stop you with my Omega Fir-"

Before she could finish, Mid-Boss shot Marjoly in the hand with a gun.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!! THAT FRENCH FUCK SHOT ME!!!!!!"

"HAHAHA, MODERN TECHNOLOGY SAYS HI, BITCH!!"

"Wait a minute, I thought you were a monster type?" Etna said, incredulous at the sight of Mid-Boss using a gun.

"I upgraded. Anyway, you have not only incurred the wrath of me, you kids have incurred the wrath of the whole eighth grade!"

"Wait….That's not fair!"

"Life ain't fair, bitch!" With that, Mid-boss and the Majin left.

"Wow. We've managed to incur that wrath of an entire grade." Pleinair said.

"Guys," Priere muttered. "Marjoly is still bleeding…."

"Oh, when did you get here, Marjoly?"

"I'VE BEEN HERE SINCE THAT FRENCH FUCK SHOT ME!!!"

After Marjoly had been healed, the group returned to the dorm.

"We are grade-A fucked."

"I'm back!"

"ALREADY?!?!"

Mid-Boss sure is persistent, eh? Anyway, he quickly smashed the door open, and 3 Petite Orcs were behind him.

"Since I don't want to get my hands dirty killing you trash," Mid-Boss said. "I'll let the Vato Bros. handle it!"

"You got it, boss! You weddo's is gonna die today for pissing off our boss!"

"Mao. Scouter. NOW."

"Over Nine thou-"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP ABOUT THAT!"

"We're fucked…" Rozalin stammered.

"Go kill them, Vato Bros!" With that, Mid-boss left—but not with out shooting Marjoly in the hand again.
"AH, HE SHOT ME AGAIN!!!!"

"We really are fucked."

"NOT WITH ME!!"

Salvatore jumped in front of the Vato Bros. with a gun in her hand. "They say me and my mother were born with guns in our hands! Let me handle This!" She then pointed the gun at the Vato Bros. "EAT LEAD, YOU AL QUESO MOTHEFUCKERS!!!" She then dumped a bunch of rounds into the Vato Bros.

"Fuck, This bitch means business, Vatos! We gotta retreat!" The Vatos left promptly.

"Wow, Salvatore," Laharl said with a proud voice. "Were did you get the courage to do that?"

"I guess seeing my dorm mates in trouble caused me to get it."

"This won't keep Vyers away forever." Pleinair added. "He'll just keep coming back."

"SO? We live for another day!"

Mao quickly held his hand up high. "OVER NINE THOUSAND!!!!"

"DAMMIT, MAO!!!"