Just An idea I came up with and decided to write. Let me know what you think.


A sound soul,

dwells within a sound mind,

and a sound body.

Madness. It had been my companion for eight hundred years, always by my side, erasing my worst fears, giving me purpose. Though you don't really have much purpose when your stuck inside a bag made of your own skin. Kind of sucks to be honest.

But it gave me time to think. The bag that is, not the Madness. The Madness is really counterproductive to thinking. To muse, to contemplate my existence, the existence of the world. Not to be too philosophical here, but it really was a radical change. I was undergoing something amazing, I felt... Freedom, to be precise, the bag wasn't a cell. Well it was. But I existed beyond it, I was so much more.

I was even talking to Father. Big surprise for him actually. In fact, I was developing a decent relationship with the old man. I had time to think, and I realized what I did was wrong. I still feared, oh yes, but I was overcoming some of those and, well, it felt good. Seriously, it surprised me how great of a feeling it was. It was then I decided that maybe, just maybe, the Madness wasn't worth it.

Then Medusa came.

The addition of the black blood drive me back into my insanity, back to the Madness, erasing all the progress I had made in the past century. It was infuriating as I felt my sanity leave. Then I felt nothing. No Fear, no Pain, no Hope, no Dreams. Nothing. I watched the world with detached indifference, letting Madness rule my actions.

Then Maka defeated me, shattered me into pieces. They thought they had killed me, but that wasn't true, not at all. But what they did was so much more. They destroyed my physical body, freeing my mind of the black blood and Madness. My Father, Lord Death, had brought me into the Death Room and talked to me while I was just a soul.

I guess he still saw the good in me, the little I had salvaged from my Kishin Soul.

So he gave me a chance to start over, fashioning me a new body that looked like my old one, helping me control my power so I wouldn't inadvertently affect others. Then, I had said goodbye and secretly started a new life (well, not a secret from Death), one where I can get over my problems and fears and maybe, someday, help the world.

I settled in England approximately twenty years ago. Ive had contact with the wizards over the years. But this time, this time, I was going to take a more active role.

I am Asura, Son of Lord Death, The First Kishin, God of Madness. And this is the story of my rebirthing.


CHAPTER 1

Return of the Kishin! Asura is going to Hogwarts?


"Are you sure Albus?" McGonagall said as they walked briskly down the corridors of Hogwarts. "From what you've told me, he is a danger not a benefit! Such a demon in our school! I realize you wish to keep them safe from, from, You-Know-Who, but this creature cannot be better than him!"

Albus smiled at his deputy headmistress, "Ah, but you see Minerva, everyone deserves a second chance. He may have done bad things in his past, but he has been offered a new life, one where he can help out the world instead of destroying it. Who are we to judge him? Besides, with his presence here, Voldemort will no longer be a threat to the children."

Minerva sighed, "Yes Albus, you may be right about that... But still! I do not like this one bit! If he does anything to our students!" Albus put a hand on her shoulder trying to calm her. She took a deep breath as he smiled at her, "Yes, I know, I worry about the children too. But he should keep them safe, and if I don't find a teacher for the role of a DADA instructor, Fudge will send Dolores her as that teacher, and that will be much, much worse."

"Besides," He said with a chuckle, "Who better to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts then the being that probably created them?" Minerva shook her head. "Grab hold of the Portkey Minerva." She did and they teleported to their prospective teacher's apartment.

It was an average thing really, not too big, not too extravagant. It was a homely looking apartment complex, nice looking, clean, seemingly perfectly normal. Oh if the residents only knew the truth.

Albus lead her to A001, the number in black letters on the blood red door. Next to it was a mailbox with three vertical eyes painted onto it. The Headmaster knocked briefly on the door. After a moment, it opened an inch, the chain lock still in place. "Who is it?" Drifted out from inside. "It is me, Headmaster of Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore and my Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. We are here to talk about that teaching position?"

A pause. "That was today?" Muttering was heard as they listened to loud shifts and shoves from inside. The door closed and the chain lock was undone. The door opened, it's owner standing, leaning on the frame. "Sorry, I forgot, I was just putting some things away. I left a bit of a mess last night."

Minerva looked at the man standing before her. He was a tall, skinny, pale man. He wore black pants with a black and white belt, hanging loosely around his waist. The belt buckle had the three vertical eyes on it as well, loose enough McGonagall actually feared the belt was too loose and the pants would come falling down. The man was barefoot, and bare chested as well, with no shirt on. He seemed lanky but it was obvious that the little meat on his bones the young man had was all muscle.

Strangely enough, even though he wore no shirt, a large white scarf was wrapped around his neck, the two ends hanging down to about behind his knees. But that wasn't the weirdest part about the boy.

He had a perfect face that bore an incredibly bored expression, marred only by a line of black stitches going up the middle of his forehead. His eyes were red with vertical pupils, with black hair with white marks. This made his hair also seem to have eyes and was actually quite creepy all things considered.

The young man bowed his head for a second to the wizard and witch, "So would you two like to come in? I did grab something to drink last time I was at the grocer," he muttered as he turned and walked inside. Dumbledore followed him and Minerva quickly followed, shutting the door behind her. The young man was bent over, looking into an open fridge, squinting into the light, "Crap, did I? I think I at least got some butterbeer somewhere in here..." They heard they clinking of glasses and bottles as he pulled out something.

"Ah, here we go! I'm assuming you don't want actual alcohol, at least not this early in the morning. Unlike me. But, like I say, a bottle of vodka a day keeps myself away," he said with a grin. He poured everyone their respective beverages. He handed them out before taking his own and taking a sip, another smile gracing his face.

"So you're Minerva. Enchanting, really. I have to say, I am completely blindsided by this little meeting. Totally forgot. I had, er," he looked uncomfortable for a moment, "A slight problem for a little bit there last night. But it's good, all good, no worries. Do you know who I am on an aside?"

Minerva raised an eyebrow at the obvious evasion, but answered, "Yes I do, Mr. Asura, God of Madness, the first Kishin." Asura laughed lightly and took another sip of vodka, "Nailed it. Still God of Madness btw, just more controlled now."

He leaned back a bit before cracking his back, "Ah, that felt good. So, what's this little teaching job you were talking about Albus?"

The headmaster nodded and began, "I need a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The Ministry is already going to try and send Dolores Umbridge to the school, remember her?"

Asura snickered, "Toad lady? Yeah, I remember her. What's so bad about her?" Dumbledore sighed, "She is as fanatical as they come, and will stop at nothing to try and beat the Ministry's thoughts and policies into my students and staff. She believes that I am raising up an army against Fudge and is helping with a smear campaign on both my own and Harry's name. She is ruthless, hiding it under sweetness so fake it's revolting," he said passionately.

Asura smirked, "Sounds like you don't like her. Fine, I'll accept your position. My presence should also help dissuade Volds, which I assume is one of the reasons you asked me in the first place."

Albus smiled pleasantly, "Yes. I have to say Asura it's good to see you doing so well; noticeably less clothing than last time. Conquering your fears already?"

Asura looked like he wanted to say something but merely shrugged instead. "You say 'already' as if it hasn't been a good solid decade or two since Shinigami-sama gave me a chance to restart my life. But yes, I am. Slowly but surely."

Dumbledore smiled pleasantly and nodded, "Excellent, glad to hear it." He stood up, "I was thinking a tour of Hogwarts was in order. Would you care to come with us?" Asura nodded and they all left his apartment.

"I'd use Madness to travel there instead of your accursed Apparation, but I'm trying to use as little of it as I can. Laying low and overcoming my insanity and all that," Asura said with a sigh as the Headmaster extended his arm out to the Madness God.


Asura took to Hogwarts like a duck to water; a fact that took the Deputy Headmistress by complete and utter surprise. You'd think a God of Madness would be a little bit of an issue, but that turned out to be not the case. Asura was well behaved, for the most part, and was a good conversationalist.

The only thing really was that he didn't wear a shirt still, nor shoes, nor a cloak or robe either. He just walked around in the cold castle barefoot, feet on the chilled marble, chest open to the elements. Minerva was concerned for the young man- god- demon- UGH! She really needed to figure out what exactly to cal him! Anyways, she was concerned that he'd catch a cold or something like that. Asura had politely pointed out that, as a god-like creature, he wasn't effected by the cold.

She had left him alone about it after that, after all, it was a valid point.. and he wasn't exactly a eyesore if you catch her drift. Snape hadn't been quite so understanding at first. In fact he had been extremely vocal and irritating about his complaints. Most of the staff was incredibly vexed by the end of the week, and when Minerva had tried to reason with the irate Potion Master, he had called her some choice words and names. She had been taken back at some of the things he said... before promptly hexing his sorry arse into next week.

Albus had been very surprised about the whole thing, walking in on a furious McGonagall and a majorly hurting Snape on the ground. Asura had approached him sheepishly, hand scratching his neck, and explained the situation. He apologized and said he could wear a robe from then on if the Headmaster wished him to. Dumbledore had dismissed it, as he knew why the young man didn't wear the robes. He promised to have a word with Severus when Pomfrey managed to fix him up.

In fact, everything had been going... Swimmingly, one could say. It wasn't until about two weeks into Asura's arrival at Hogwarts, about a week before the school year started that something went wrong.

Everyone had been eating dinner together when they felt it. A wave of power flood through the castle. It was terrifying, causing all save Dumbledore to gasp in fear. He immediately stood up and told everyone to stay there. "Severus, Minerva, hurry , come with me." They hurried after him as he strode briskly through the Great Hall's doors.

"What is happening?" Snape asked irritatedly as they all rushed towards the source, the fear getting ever stronger as they went. Dumbledore sighed, "I'm afraid that Asura is having a breakdown. We must act quickly if we are to save him."

Minerva's eyebrows shot up, "How is that even possible Albus? Why would he be having a breakdown?" Albus pressed onwards, thinking about what to say, "You know what his past was Minerva. Until recently, his fears had nearly consumed him. He told me he had mostly gotten over it over the years since he was given his second chance. He hasn't had an issue like this is at least five years. I helped him recover during that breakdown as well. He has made much progress but something must have triggered it."

They arrived just outside of the DADA room, stopping, speechless. The vertical eyes were opening up in the wall, spreading farther and farther down the hall, whispers calling out, paintings cowering, black phantom hands reaching out at them. The hall was warping, shifting through colors.

"Protego!" The Headmaster said, creating a shield. The hallucinations stopped immediately; until the Headmaster's shield cracked, and the images came back quickly. "Hurry Minerva, Severus! Strengthen the shield!" Albus cried out as he concentrated on his spell. His companions added their own magic and they strengthened it enough to make their way into the room.

There on the floor was Asura, on his knees, screaming hysterically, hands clutching at his head. His scarf had a mind of it's own, waving about, stabbing at things. Everything was shaking as power rolled through the room. It was a terrifying sight.

"Keep the shield up! I need to enter his mind!" Albus yielded over the deafening sound filling the room. They nodded and concentrated even harder as Albus entered Asura's mind. Severus was just glad it wasn't him. He didn't know what was in Asura's mind, but after seeing his power, he was pretty sure he didn't want to know.

They struggled to hold it steady, minor cracks appearing in it. Still Dumbledore was in the young man's mind, no help as small cracks became large cracks and proliferated. They struggled, knowing that if they dropped the shield all would be lost for them. They doubted they would be able to leave the room if it fell.

One tail of the scarf rose up, as if sensing the shield's weakness. It hovered, aiming at the shield. The ends had turned flat spikes, teeth-like. It launched, flying at them, nearing the cracked shield, about to busy through. And it stopped an inch away as all the power they felt stopped; Albus and Asura's eyes opened.

They dropped the shield panting, barely able to stand after the ordeal the went through. Minerva barely noticed it, but did see some blood dripping from the stitches down the center of his forehead, his hand clutching it. Albus helped him off his knees.

"I'm so sorry Dumbledore, I shouldn't have lost control, I-" Albus raised a hand to silence him, merely asking what had triggered the lapse. Asura swallowed with difficulty, "There was a boggart in one of the chests. I was caught by surprise by my worst fears. You know how bad that is. Especially for me."

Snape pulled Albus to the side. "I don't know what he is or what that was, but he is dangerous! Why have you given him the position?!" Dumbledore sighed, "This was a freak accident Severus. He normally is quite docile, as all the staff can attest to; so long as he stays away from boggarts and Dementors, he should be fine as a teacher. That's final Severus." Albus looked back at their youngest (looking) teacher.

Asura was quietly moving things back into place, gratefully accepting Minerva's offer of help. Albus turned back to Snape quickly. "Asura has led a life that would make even the most hardened Deatheater cringe. This is his chance for a new start, a new life. He is the most tortured soul I have ever seen. Be kind Severus, so he does not plunge back into darkness again."

Severus glared at Albus before letting out a long suffering sigh. "Fine. But don't expect me to clean up after any messes he makes." With that, he pivoted on his heel and strode briskly down the corridor to let the rest of the staff know the situation had been taken care of by the Headmaster.

"Oh, Albus," Asura said as he paused in the cleanup, "I believe I have a good demonstration for the first day of school. I'd like to run it by you, just, ya know, to make sure it is fine by you." Albus smiled, nodding, and began to listen to the god's idea.


"Snake, Snake, Cobra, Cobra," she chanted, sitting cross legged on the cold floor, arms moving in front of her. Eruka leaned over to Free, "What is she doing again?" Free simply shrugged, sitting in a chair as far away from the Snake Witch as possible. Erika sighed and watched as the ritual continued, the Frog Witch absolutely bored.

The blonde witch smiled wickedly as she finished her chanting. Eruka shuddered; she hated seeing that expression on Medusa's face. It was never a good thing for someone. "I have found it," the Snake Witch proclaimed as she stood up.

"Found what?" Croaked Eruka, really worried now. Her last scheme nearly got them all killed, releasing Asura from his prison. Eruka thought the Kishin was going to kill her!

"I have found a large source of Madness across the sea... Kishin level." Both Free and Eruka gasped at this. "It is heavily Soul Protected and it seemed that the burst was accidental and if I hadn't used my highest strength detection spells I would never have noticed it."

Eruka was confused, "Then how was it Kishin level?" Medusa laughed at her, "Oh Eruka. Surely you remember Asura's madness wavelength. It was unique, it had a quality that other Madness wavelengths just didn't. This feels exactly like it, like Asura had not died and was still alive."

"Where'd you sense it?" Free asked. "Somewhere across the ocean, in Europe. We'll have to search more once we get there." Free groaned while Medusa glared at him. "Quit whining," She said before turning towards the door, a bit of black magic snaking out of her mouth, "We have a Kishin to create."


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