Grim Times for Kuoh

In another world, the boy Rias recruted as a Rook wasn't the Fiery Half-Blood, but a seemingly normal young man with a rather fluffy family secret. Oh, and he also happens to be an Outsider as well. Lets see how the addition of another type of Supernatural creature changes things.

Alright, so this story is a pseudo rewrite of my Devils of the Void. I say Pseudo because, while it will have the same sort of themes and follow a similar story line, I'm changing things up a bit with the crossover. As you can probably guess, I've been enjoying Grimm lately, so that will be the main 'crossover', even though I won't be putting this in the crossover as, while its set in the same world as Grimm, the extent will be my use of Wesen and other concepts. I have a few other crossovers in mind, but I don't intend to go completely overboard like I did with DotV. With that said, enjoy!

Chapter 1

Some days are not worth getting out of bed for and that particular Monday was definitely one of them. It was the middle of January, so the weather was foul, the air was freezing and the footpaths were slippery. I scowled as I stood under the bus shelter, hands buried deep in my pockets, hood up against the horrid wet rain that managed to get everywhere, no matter what, waiting for a bus that would likely be full of loud brats and smell of damp. Add in a case of Monday morning blues and it was safe to say I was in a foul mood. when the bus finally arrived it turned out that my prediction was correct and it was indeed full of noisy kids and the smell of damp, in addition to being late.

As I was walking down the road, I couldn't help but wonder what else could possibly go wrong today. As I tempted Murphy, something small brushed past my legs. I glanced down to see a little boy running down the street, laughing happily with his mother playfully chasing after him. a faint smile crossed my face as the scene of childhood innocence passed me by... right before my mood took a nosedive as I slipped on a patch of ice.

I steadied myself and continued to make my way down the street. I had barely gone a few steps before a scream caught my attention. I turned to see the boy who had ran past me in the middle of the road on his hands and knees, having slipped on a patch of ice, a truck barreling towards him, clearly out of control if the look of horror on the drivers face was any indication. Before I even realised I was moving, I was running towards the boy, ignoring everything else, shoving the boy out of the way seconds before it hit.

I woke up in a completely white room. I lay there for a second, blinking up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where the hell I was and how the hell I got here. Then the memory came back and I shot upright, looking around wildly. I was laying on a settee in a room that was completely white, right down the the furniture and the suit the woman behind the desk was wearing. Indeed, the only colour in the room was her black hair.

"So you're finally awake I see," said the woman, looking up from her computer screen.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Your dead," was the reply, "This is Limbo where we judge where people will go. My name is Tessa and I'll be your Grim Reaper."

I blinked at that, turning the answer over in my mind. After a moment, I just shrugged and decided to go with the flow. I remembered getting hit by a truck, so I was probably either in a coma or dead like the gal said. However, there was something else that stuck in my head.

"You wouldn't happen to work part time as an actress would you?" I asked.

Tessa growled and glared at me, muttering something about killing someone called Eric under her breath.

"Damn that TV show!" she growled, "If I ever found out who gave that damned writer the power to see into different worlds, I'm going to send them to eternal Damnation!"

I cocked my head on one side, but decided not to ask.

"So, where am I going?" I asked, getting an odd look from Tessa.

"You're awfully calm about this," she said, "Normally people start panicking when told there dead."

"Well I'm a firm believer of going with the flow," I said, "If I really am dead then there's nothing I can do. If this is a dream, I'll wake up eventually."

"That's a very odd way of looking at things," said Tessa, "But one that's oddly refreshing."

I shrugged. Not my fault I prefered not to make a big deal out of things.

"So, can I have an answer?" I asked, "Where am I going? Should I bring a harp or BBQ sauce?"

Tessa just rolled her eyes and looked down at the file in front of her.

"Actually, there's a slight issue with sending you on," she said, "We didn't expect you to die yet. You saving that kid was rather out of character for you, so we didn't plan for you to die so soon."

I blinked, unsure whether to be insulted or not.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Well, your not normally the sort of person who would throw himself in harm's way for a complete stranger," was the reply.

I nodded in agreement, it was true after all.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"Well, there are a couple of options," said Tessa, "The first is to go to the Fields of Asphodel."

"Isn't that a massive wheat field where Souls stand around doing nothing for an eternity?"

"Yes."

"Then no," I said, "I hate standing around doing nothing. Next option?"

"Reincarnation," said the Reaper, "We can do this in two ways. the first is to simply wipe your memories and have you be reborn to live again."

"Then what's the point?" I grumbled, "What's the other way?"

The grin the Grim Reaper gave made me seriously regret asking.

"We drop you into a world with all your memories intact and watch as you go through life. It's what passes for entertainment around here."

I frowned.

"I get the feeling there's more to it than that," I said.

"Naturally. we drop you into a world that you know to be fiction with free range to do what you want. In addition, your memories will be sealed at first, but will return gradually once you reach adulthood."

I frowned again.

"What's the catch?"

"No catch, although you will probably be dragged into the events of the story whether you like it or not. Also, due to the nature of the Multiverse, you will likely find that the world is not exactly the same as the one you know."

I took a thinking pose.

"That sounds like fun," I said after a few seconds, "Sure beats standing in a field for eternity. so, where am I going?"

"Not a clue," said Tessa, "We send you to one at random. Sign here."

The Grim Reaper pushed a sheet of paper over to me. I read through the paper quickly before signing it.

"See you later," said Tessa as the paper rolled up and vanished. There was a feeling of a hook behind my navel and I was yanked back into darkness.

"Think hes OK?"

"I dunno, hes been awfully still for a long time."

"Someone poke him."

"You do and you die."

I opened my eyes to see one of my classmates backpedaling away from me and hastily hiding the pen he was about to poke me with behind his back. I lifted my head and looked around, noting my friend, Issei Hyodou, and his two buddys, Motohama and Matsuda quickly stepping back from where they had been stood over me, apparently deciding whether or not to wake me up, despite my well known tendency of scaring the ever loving crap out of anyone who tried.

"This had better be good Issei or I won't be best pleased," I growled, glaring at the hapless pervert as he shifted under my gaze.

"U-um, class is over," he said, trying desperately to avoid my gaze, "Its time to go home."

I blinked and looked up at the clock, ignoring Issei's barely hidden sigh of relief as I took note of the time. Did I really sleep the entire school day away? That wasn't like me at all and it was even more unlike the teacher to let a student sleep in his class.

"You looked so peaceful even Sensei didn't want to wake you," said Matsuda, who was leaning on his desk beside mine, "So, what were you dreaming about? Something steamy I hope?"

"Oo, I bet it was of Moriyama, right?" asked Motohama, straightening his glasses, "36-22-34?"

"Naw man, I bet it was Katase," said Matsuda, "You know Aki prefers girls like that!"

I just shot him a look that made him cower away, before sighing and leaning my cheek on my fist.

"No Motohama, I wasn't having a steamy dream," I said slowly, "If you must know, I was dreaming about hiking."

"Hiking?"

"Yep."

"Awe, that's boring!" wined Matsuda.

I just flipped him off and got to my feet, stretching luxuriously, before heading to the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" asked Issei, "Its time to go home!"

"I need to go to the loo," I replied, "You guys don't need to wait."

I left the room without waiting for a reply.

In the bathroom I splashed some water on my face, before looking at myself in the mirror, taking in my appearance. I suppose I should introduce myself, right? OK, my name is Akihiro Howlett and I have black hair, grey eyes and lightly tanned skin. I'm not massively muscled, but I do have some decent definition from the martial arts training my parents insist I do. I am a 2nd year student at Kuoh Academy, a formerly all girl's school that had recently gone coed, meaning that their were still far more girls than boys.

I was also currently sporting visible bags under my eyes and a sickly paleness to my skin that betrayed the fact I wasn't feeling exactly well. For the past few days I'd been plagued by some rather intense dreams, resulting in me not getting quite as much sleep as I need. I'm not entirely sure what the dreams were about, only that they involved a lot of passion, brutality and violence. Strangely, when I told my parents about the dreams, they seemed to be pleased about something, as if they were expecting it.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes, trying to put the thoughts of those dreams out of my mind as they always seemed to get my blood pumping far more than they should. I opened my eyes again and looked back at my reflection, only to recoil in shock as I saw that my eyes had changed to a feral looking yellow that was practically glowing under the florescent light.

"W-what the hell?" I stuttered, staring at my reflection in shock and disbelief.

As I watched, my face began to slowly ripple and change, expanding out into a short muzzle filled with sharp looking teeth as thick, black fur sprouted over my body. I looked down at my hands and watched as they morphed into sharp looking claws.

"What is happening to me?" I muttered, looking back at the mirror and taking in my new visage.

Virtually none of my human face was left, aside from my hair, replaced by a short, broad and rounded snout and dark fur, broken by a silvery mask around my eyes. When I opened my mouth, I found that I was now in possession of a set of teeth that were clearly meant for tearing apart prey with ease, just like my new claws that looked like they would have no problem cutting a bear in half.

However, it wasn't just my physical appearance that had changed, my senses had also gone through the roof. I could smell every single person who had used the bathroom in the past few days and knew who they all were by scent alone. My nose was also telling me that the Perverted Trio had apparently 'blown of steam' in here recently and that the third toilet from the right was clogged. My hearing had also increased and I could now clearly hear the conversations currently being held in the girls bathroom on the other side of the wall, although I quickly turned my attention elsewhere as whoever was in their was apparently discussing their sex life which I had absolutely no interest in hearing about. Instead I focused on the more pressing issue of WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?!

Just then, the door to the bathroom slammed open, making me jump and spin around to see a younger boy stood in the door.

"Ah, sorry Senpai, I didn't mean to startle you," he said, apparently not noticing my less than human appearance.

"Uh, no problem," I said, eyeing the boy in confusion as he walked over to the urinal.

I turned back to the mirror and frowned, more than a little confused as to how the boy hadn't noticed the fact I was covered in fur and sporting fangs and claws that could tear him apart without any trouble. As I looked into the mirror, my odd transformation seemed to slowly recede with a rather uncomfortable crawling sensation that was just on the edge of being painful until I was completely human again.

"Well, that was weird," I muttered.

"I'm home!" I called as I entered my house, kicking off my shoes.

"Welcome home honey!" called my mother as she came out of the kitchen, wiping flowery hands on her apron as she approached and gave me a hug.

My mother, Itsu Howlett, was a Japanese woman in her late 30s with short, black hair and eyes and pale skin. She was an extremely brave woman, prone to acting first and asking questions later, although that didn't stop her from being a very good mother, although she was impossible to lie to as her instincts were top notch. She worked as a cook in one of the best restaurants in town.

Mom pulled away from the hug, a frown on her face as she held me at arms length.

"Something happened today, didn't it?" she asked.

I nodded, not seeing any point in trying to hide it when she was better than my dad at getting information out of people.

"Tell me about it."

I opened my mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up came from outside, heralding the return of my father as he walked through the door a few moments later, accompanied by his partner. My father, James Howlett, was a big man, originating from Canada, heavily muscled and very strong. He had black hair with a smattering of grey that stuck up like pointed ears, blue and a rather impressive set of sideburns. A lot of people said that he looked a lot like Hugh Jackman and I agreed completely. He worked for the local police force as a detective, along with his partner, Victor Creed, an equally large and intimidating man with blond hair and amber eyes who also happened to be my sister and I's Godfather.

"Hey there Cub, you doing OK?" asked Victor, ruffling my hair, making me growl in irritation and slap the hand away.

Dad and Victor both looked surprised about something for a moment, before Dad suddenly smiled widely and grabbed me into a tight hug that made my bones creak worryingly.

"D-dad, you're crushing me!" I gasped, struggling against his tight grip.

Dad released me, only for Victor to grab me around the neck and give me a fierce nuggy, before I wriggled free and glared at both older men, who were both grinning at me.

"What has gotten into you two?" I growled, before I felt the same rippling sensation as before and glanced down at my hands to see that they had once more transformed into clawed paws.

"I'm just proud that you've finally Matured as a Rotznasig Carcaju," said Dad, rolling his neck as his face rippled and changed to match mine, only with an additional white stripe over the back of his head.

I took a step back in shock, my own features receding.

"W-what the hell?" I stuttered, shooting a look at Victor, who rolled his own neck, causing his features to change and become sharper with pointed ears, teeth and burning red eyes, "What the hell is going on?!"

Alright, now that I'm done, lets go over the Crossovers and how I'm working them. Pay attention cus this is important.

First of all, the main worlds that have been drawn together are that of Highschool DXD, Supernatural, Grimm and Charmed, however, since we're in Japan and the others take place in America, unless I send the Howletts on holiday, they won't be getting involved. The extent of most of the crossovers will be concepts and maybe the odd character cameo (Most notably Loki/Gabriel from Supernatural).

I've come up with a way around the whole Demon and Angel thing with the idea that both Angels and Demons from Supernatural are actually the Souls of Humans who have been changed from their close proximity to Lucifer and God respectively. In this world, the original Lucifer wasn't killed in battle, instead he was sealed in Hell like the Lucifer in Supernatural. With Supernatural Angels, they are produced from Souls in Paradise after they have absorbed enough of God's Grace which is still saturating the place, even centuries after his Death. The two different types of Angel have completely different skill sets, but in a fight the DXD Angel will usually win.

Next up, Grimm critters. Wesen are capable of using magic like humans, but usually prefer to rely on their own talents and skills. Their strength is compared with Humans and they aren't that strong in comparison to other Supernatural critters, although the likes of a Blutbad could go up against a Low Class Devil and hold his own through physical strength alone.

With Charmed, I think I can allow that to go pretty much unmolested, although I could be wrong as I've only really seen the first season and intend to get onto it after finishing Grimm. For now I'm sticking with just Witches and Warlocks and its going to be pretty much a background crossover for now with maybe the odd critter showing up. Maybe.

Aki and his dad are Rotznasig Carcaju, a Wolverine type Wesen that are mentioned but never actually seen on the TV series, so I'm using my own design. Unlike most Wesen, Rotznasig Carcaju don't Change until they turn 16 or 17

His mother and sister on the other hand are something else, that people can probably guess from the crossover elements.

Victor is a Blutbad cus that was the most appropriate.

Finally, yes, Akis family is basically taken almost wholesale from X-men, but I took the characters only so their won't be any other crossovers with Marvel other than the odd character.

I'm sorry for the long AN, but it was kinda necessary, The next chapter will involve explanations and more DXD. For now, its time for me to sign off and for you lot to tell me what you think. Tata!