Well, here we are. It's been a hell of a year, and after receiving feedback from TruReviews, I'm ready to go back and rewrite the fic that got me started on this site. I will be fixing all plot-holes and rewriting some major parts of the story, so it may not be exactly as you remember it but hey, that makes it worth a re-read. Or at least, I hope. Well, this is dragging on. I'll let you guys get on with the rewritten and revamped "Newschool DxD".


"Too bad all the girls at this school hate us," I complained to my friends, Luis and Chris, as we walked through the front doors of our high school on the first day back from spring break.

"They're all so damn hot." Luis and Chris are probably the only two people at this school that don't hate me, being my only friends because being alone was mutual between the three of us. We're all first years, though Chris is taller than Luis and I, with dirty blonde hair and a small scar below his right eye. Luis, however, had jet black hair and an aura of straight pervert. We still got along pretty well, despite our differences.

"Right? What the hell did we do to make them hate us anyway?" Luis agreed, before his eyes went wide. "Oh shit, she's new."

"The hell makes you say that?" I asked, turning my head to match the direction of his gaze and watch as a girl with shoulder length blue hair was walking towards us. I shook my head, knowing where this would lead.

"Excuse me," She looked at the ground and kicked around aimlessly. "I apologize for being a bother, but it seems I'm a bit lost. Would you mind helping me find the auditorium?" I could practically sense my two deprived friends drooling beside me, so after clearing my throat, I answered in their stead.

"I'm sorry about my friends, they're not the most popular people in the world." I heard them clear their throats before straightening out, confirming my suspicions. "I'd be glad to show you."

"Really?" I heard the excitement in her voice, before she returned to a monotone. "You have my thanks. My name is Xenovia Quarta, several friends and I have recently moved to this lovely town and I can already feel the hospitality within a few short days."

"Not everyone's as nice as I am." I warned as we began walking. "Some creeps are just waiting to take advantage of pretty girls like you."

"You think I'm pretty?" My breath caught in my throat.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?" Xenovia giggled beside me before latching onto my arm.

"It's no problem. After all, it was a compliment."

"Glad you're not mad at me. It seems those two are contagious." I laughed nervously, rubbing the back of my neck with my free hand. I stopped outside of the auditorium double doors. "Well, we're here. You can let go now."

"Apologies, umm..." Right, she has no idea what my name is. I caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye as I saved her from her embarrassment.

"John. It's the name I took up after moving to America. I don't remember my real name, so that's as good as I can give."

"Well, thank you John. If you want, maybe we could-"

"Hey baby, what are you doing with this chump?" Just as I thought, one of the jocks that was hanging around nearby had come over to hit on Xenovia. One glimpse at her face told me she was just as unamused as I was. "Come over here and chill with us, a pretty girl like you won't make the right type of friends with this dork."

"No thank you. I choose for John to be my friend. I won't be seen around a jerk like you." Xenovia crossed her arms in front of her chest, and I stepped in front of her.

"You heard the lady, she said no. Walk away."

"Who are you to tell me what to do, American?" He pushed me back into Xenovia, causing her to drop her purse and spill the contents onto the floor. "You forget, I'm bigger than- wait..." I turned my head to see where he was looking, to see several, individually wrapped condoms and a hell of a lot of paper. I knelt down to help her clean up before a crowd could gather. "Never mind, sluts aren't welcome with us." The jerk walked away.

"John, please. Don't look."

"It's fine Xenovia. I can help. This won't change what I think about you." We quickly gathered up the spilled contents of her purse, her hasty stuffing of the papers causing one of them to glide back out onto the floor. I reached down to grab the paper, taking it into my hand. Before I could get Xenovia's attention, she'd already disappeared into the crowded auditorium. I decided to take a look at the paper, being nosy. A small symbol with the phrase; 'Your Wish Will Be Granted.' opting to give the note back to her after school, I neatly folded it and slipped it into my pocket.

RRINGGG!

"Damn it all, now I'm going to be late. Just great."


Later that day I found myself waiting in front of the main gates of the school for Xenovia to show so I could return her flyer to her. I'd almost given up and went home before I finally saw her unmistakeable navy blue hair walking out onto the main road, though she noticed me before I could say a word.

"John, hey!" She jogged over, waving her hand over her head like I hadn't noticed her already. "Waiting for someone?"

"Hey Xenovia. As a matter of fact, I was waiting for you. You dropped this outside the auditorium earlier. I figured you might want it back." I extended my hand out to her and she took the paper, smiling and handing it back.

"That's very kind of you, but I have hundreds of these things. You're welcome to keep it, if you'd like?" I slid the flyer back into my pocket.

"Alright," I didn't give it much thought at the time. "Shall I walk you home?"

"Oh, umm..." A blush quickly formed on her pale cheeks. "No thank you, that won't be necessary. I appreciate the offer, but-"

"Xenovia, hey," The bluenette stopped talking, turning to look at me directly once more. "If you don't want to, that's fine. You don't need an excuse." I raised two fingers to the hinge on the right side of my glasses in a 'farewell' gesture. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course. Maybe this weekend we could hang out? We could meet here?"

"Sure. Seven o'clock sound good?"

"Yep. Don't be late now."

"I won't. I'll be there. I promise. See you tomorrow."

"See you."

And so the walk back home began. Chris and Luis had long since left for their respective houses, leaving me to walk alone. Not that I minded, being away from their constant arguments about which second- or third-year had the best breasts or which new girl was the cutest was a breath of fresh air. I could hear myself think.

"HELP!" My head snapped up, towards the source of the cry; an alley ahead of me. Not too many other people were around, and those who were didn't seem to notice this girl's plea for help. I reached into my back pocket for my only method of self-defense; a small balisong disguised to look like a pen. Flipping it open and rolling it around my wrist, I stepped into the alley, mind blown from what I saw. Pinned to the wall by a knife, clothes cut, was a cute looking blonde girl with waist-length hair and emerald-green eyes. I recognized her as one of the new first years from the class directly adjacent to my own. Asia Argento.

"Back away from her or I swear to God I'll kill you." I yelled, causing the girl's captor, a man about a year older than me, with grey hair and eyes and a rather lean build, to turn his attention to me. He laughed softly.

"You were correct, Bikou. He came." He muttered, to no one in particular. "You wish to be the hero, to a girl you've yet to exchange formalities with? Fine. Miss Argento here will watch as I kill you." Wait, what?

"You're trying to scare me into leaving, but I'm not going anywhere without her. The cops have already been called, they'll be here any minute."

"Oh well, don't say I didn't warn you." He outstretched his hand, palm up and facing me. A blue circle formed, and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground, my balisong flying out into the street and a sharp pain in my side. Within seconds, three more balls of fire flew from his open palm, causing more pain to shoot through my body and my vision to nearly fade out completely.

"W- what the fuck?" I muttered.

"You're a threat to us, Shidou." He paused, almost as if he was listening to someone, though I could hear no one else. "I guess you're right. I must be going. I trust we'll meet again, cousin. At least, if you're strong enough to survive." I began hallucinating at that point, because the man just seemed to vanish.

I was dying. There was no doubt about that. From what, I was unsure. Funny enough, the first thing to come to mind after this sudden realization was my promise to a certain bluenette.

"- still, I'll take - of you." A bright green light appeared to my left as my hearing began to go. I was still caught up in my thoughts, unaware of the blonde in the alleyway beside me.

'I'm sorry Xenovia. I made a promise to you, but I can't keep it.' My vision began going black as tears flooded to the surface. 'Why would I think God would let me get close to such a beautiful girl?'

A flash of heat to my left.

"I - been sum-ed?" I had no strength left to turn, and even if I could've, my vision had long since faded out. How I was still conscious was a mystery even to me.

"-! Thank -! We - - ge-" My hearing was finally gone. At long last I slipped into the world of darkness, a pair of small but rather strong arms scooping me up before I raised my fist to knock on the reaper's door.


I snapped awake to the sound of an alarm on the bedside table to my right. Sitting upright in a cold sweat, I realized just what this meant.

That was all a dream.

I actually began laughing out loud as I reached over and silenced the obnoxious beeping. Standing, I approached the door, my state of dress, being my full uniform of Kuoh Academy, not really solidifying itself in my mind right away. I opened the door, a sharp pain making itself known in my lower abdomen. Instead of walking casually into the living room of my apartment, which had been the plan, I unceremoniously collapsed through the now-open door into a room that I had never seen before.

"Well, I guess this means he's awake." I heard what sounded like a girl's voice, though through the monotone I couldn't be sure.

"Koneko, that's no way to treat our guest." I stood on shaky legs, my right hand clutching at the pain in my ribs. Placing my left hand on the arm of one of the many couches in the room for balance, I hobbled around and took a seat next to a petite girl with white hair, shoulder-length save for the two bangs that hung a bit lower than the rest.

"Apologies." The girl next to me, Koneko, replied before taking a bite of the candy bar in her hand and flipping the page in her book.

"Well, John, how are you feeling?" I lifted my head to scan the room for the new voice, taking into mind the other people in the room, aside from Asia, Xenovia, and Koneko. Sitting on the couch directly opposite my own was a beautiful girl, about a year older than myself, with raven-black hair cascading beside her onto the couch and down to her ankles, two strands arching up and back, all held together by an orange ribbon. Her purple eyes contained a glow unlike any I'd seen, and a small smile graced her lips. In the corner directly behind her stood a young man with blonde hair and a small mole present beneath his left eye. He was smiling, though his mind seemed to be preoccupied, his charcoal eyes lacking the glow that the other girl presented.

"John?" The girl across a table from me spoke up once again, jolting me from my thoughts. I turned from the male to look her in the eye. "You alright?"

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "Sorry. I'm fine."

"You sure?" She raised an eyebrow, nodding her head towards my side. "You're babying your ribs pretty hard."

"I'm fine." A rustling sound could be heard from my left as Koneko continued reading, utterly ignoring the conversation taking place in her presence. "Who are you, and where the hell am I?" The girl opposite me giggled softly.

"Apologies, it seems I've neglected my manners. My name is Akeno Himejima, I'm a second-year at Kuoh Academy. Behind me is second-year Kiba Yuuto, and beside you is first-year Koneko Toujou. Those too," She gestured towards Asia and Xenovia. "are first-years Asia Argento and Xenovia Quarta, and hidden in his box is Gasper Vladi. I can understand why he's hiding, you do give off 'that' aura."

"What in the nine hells is that supposed to mean?" I tried to stand, only to fall back to the couch due to both my weakened legs and pained side. Giggling once more, Akeno brought her fingertips to her lower lip.

"I was just teasing you. Gasper is incredibly shy, don't take it personally." My vision began to fade once more, and my hearing became patchy. "You should rest some more. Lady Rias should be returning any moment."

"No, I'm alright." I was fighting to stay awake, though I refused to look weak in front of these new people. "How am I alive?"

"Why do you ask?" Akeno raised her eyebrow once more.

"That man, in the alley. He wasn't human, Asia can attest to that. I should be dead. Why aren't I?" She took a breath, contemplating how to respond, before footsteps off to my right caught both of our attention.

"It started, harmlessly enough, with a high-school science fair project – 'Why Are Yawns Contagious?' But one thing led to another until here we are, the world's foremost experts on a subject no one cares about," My vision faded completely to black, something other than the pain and the boring, monotonous response working to cut off my connection to the land of the living, though try as I might, it was pointless to fight it off, and off to sleep I returned, right on a strange couch in a strange room surrounded by strange people I'd never met before.


"You really wanted him asleep quickly, using that much magic on him." Akeno stood, straightening her skirt before facing the scarlet-headed princess who'd just entered the room.

"Yes," Came Rias' soft reply. "He is in no condition for us to teach him all he needs to know. Aside from that, though," Rias sat behind her large desk, donning a small pair of reading glasses with an onyx-black frame. "We must discuss what he needs to know, and what will only condemn the rest of us should he-" The girl's statement was cut off when a large magic circle, identical to the colour of her hair, formed in the center of the room. "We'll converse when we return. It appears a group has been summoned. Koneko?" The white-haired Rook peeked over the top of her book towards her King.

"Yes, President?"

"I would like for you to stay here and keep an eye on mister Shidou for me. He should remain unconscious until we return."

"Yes President." She took another bite of her candy bar, finishing it off as her friends stepped onto the magic circle and disappeared. Chuckling, she turned the page once more, attempting to shift into a more comfortable position before noticing one small problem; When John had attempted to stand before Akeno, he'd fallen back onto her exposed tail. "Nyaa~!" She mewled in agitation. "Just great."


AN: First Chapter = Complete. I will be putting this story on hiatus until I return to school on September 5th so that I will have time to work on my novel 'Bound in Blood'. I may update when I get a case of writer's block and need to shift my focus elsewhere, but officially, this story is on hold.

Since I literally listen to one song on loop when I write these chapters, I might as well post what song I'm listening to in order to show where I get some motivation for story plots or otherwise.

Song - Demons

Artist - Imagine Dragons