Quick Note:

So I made this.

I've been pretty engrossed in the DxD Universe as of late, I like it's characters, settings, ideas and I find it one with a lot of potential for stories and crossovers all around. So I decided to make this, of all things.

Normally I don't like OC's stories, but the idea wouldn't leave my mind until I wrote about it. So I'm gonna leave some things clear, my OC will not be a god, he will be strong yes, but he will not dwarf every character in the series. Second, he is not a self insert. And last, he will have influence in the plot, he is not there to relive everything Issei does in the novels, most of the time I will focus on non cannon scenarios, since I know it's rather boring reading about the same thing all over again.

So without further ado, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own High School DxD

Chapter 1

He felt warm.

Not his whole body, but just his face.

It seems that he left the curtains opened yesterday. That is weird he remembered closing them. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to ignore the warm sensation creeping on his face, but quickly winced as the rays of light slid under his eyelids. He decided to take a pillow and press it on top of his head, using it to reduce the amount of light hitting him.

With a heavy sigh he decided to close his eyes and go back to sleep. The more sleep he gets the better, he wasn't able to take much rest during that twelve hour flight. He tried to think of nothing and let himself fall back to his deep slumber.

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..

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Ring! Ring!

An intense and incisive ringing prevented him from falling back asleep. Reluctantly he extended his arm. His body began aching and cracking under the movement, he knew that sitting on one place for twelve hours was bad for his body but to put him in this state, he gave that airplane less credit than it deserved. His hand closed the gap between it and the source of the continuous ringing. He started touching randomly the god-forsaken device in hopes of pressing the correct button; after some trial and error he finally succeeded in doing so. He stood up and made his way to his drawer. Still blinded by the morning light he opened the door to his drawer to find…nothing.

Oh that's right yesterday he forgot to unpack his things; well more like ignore than forgot. Still shaded, he made way to his luggage; he didn't need to move a lot since his current apartment was really small.

His apartment is currently located on the seventh story of an eight-storey dormitory. The interior is in essence one room with a bathroom; in the upper right-side of the room is located a single size bed next to a small night table, on the opposing side of the bed is his currently empty-drawer and next to it is a small bookshelf, there is also a small table on the center of the room. All of this is separated by a small wall; on the other side was the kitchen, which mainly consists of one stove and, underneath it, a small fridge. On the right side of the kitchen is a door that leads to the bathroom, which consists of a bathtub, a sink and a toilet. All in all it's a pretty reduced space, but that was more than enough for him.

As he finally reached his luggage, he started to look for a set of clothes; he settled for a set of black pants and a blue long-sleeved dress shirt. As he was making his way to the bathroom a plastic bag, which was placed on top of the stove, caught his attention. Huh it must have slipped his mind yesterday. He decided to take the plastic bag and see its contents; inside it were a set of black pants, a black blazer and a white shirt with black accents. Beside it was a small letter; holding it to face level he decided to read it.

"As you know you will be now attending school so before you arrived I delivered this; these are from now on your school clothes, I hope you like them. The school you will be attending used to be an all girls schools, I had your papers already delivered to them, so take this as a way to put in practice all that I thought you, if you know what I mean wink wink. You already know the direction of the school so I am not going to bother you about it. Remember to behave yourself in front of others and to keep your luck in check as much as possible. Have fun!

With love Roman

p.s. Send photos of the ladies pant…."

Ok, he was not reading that last part.

'I guess something's never change.'

After a heavy sigh he proceeded to take the clothes out of the bag and make his way to the bathroom, while leaving his personal set of black pants and shirt. It took him about five minutes to get ready; he was dressed in the school uniform. He gave a quick glance to the mirror and noticed that he had black bags under his aqua eyes; he guessed sleep deprivation does that to you, and his silver hair was unkempt. He hoped that his unusual hair color doesn't cause any problems; he hasn't had time to dye it properly, last time was months ago and all that is left of it is the black ends on the right of his hair. He didn't have time for that right now. Aside from that he looked very good in the uniform; or as good as a messy half-dead teenager could look, but he felt like his attire lacked something crucial.

He exited the bathroom and headed directly towards the fridge and opened the door. Nothing, right he just arrived yesterday. Releasing a depressed sigh he closed the fridge door and headed to the main door. Grasping the door's handle he decided to watch over his shoulder, giving his luggage a quick glance. There wasn't much aside of a few open bags, but what truly had his attention was a rectangular guitar case that was resting against a wall.

'Should I bring it with me?'

He guessed better not; the less he displays itaround the better. Besides he doesn't think that they have classes for that in the school.

He kept watching his luggage trying to remember what exactly that thing he forgot to bring with him was. He started to scratch his head while deep in though until…

Now, he remembered!

He quickly strolled to his open bags and, from one, pulled the most crucial thing he brought with him…a yellow tie; which he proceeded to quickly wrap around his collar.

With his attire ready, he rashly made his way out of his apartment and strolled through the halls heading directly to the main elevator, shortly after he made his way into the elevator he started thinking about what kind of people would he meet in his new school, or well his first school to be precise. While he never attended a proper school before, Roman thought him everything he knows and what he considered to be necessary for school, even if some things were…questionable at best. His train of thought was broken when he heard the beeping of the elevator; as the doors opened he made his way out and headed to the streets direction to the Academy.

He figured that he should first buy a back pack and at least a note book since he didn't brought any with him.

As he started to search for a bookstore he got a familiar tingling sensation through the center of his back. It must be something bad…that usually only when something bad is about to happen…or when he messed up big time; though it's impossible that he had already messed up in what amounts to a daily routine on his first day no less. He started searching himself to check if everything was in its place and for the most part all was, for the most part. When he reached his jeans back pocket he was greeted with the sensation of nothing…meaning that he forgot to bring with him my wallet; he checked on the other pocket to be only greeted with the same sensation. He searched his right side to fortunately find my cell phone. Blowing an air of relive he pulled it out of my pocket.

At least that is there; sadly he won't be able to buy any books. Does he even have time to go back home for it? He should, he set the alarm pretty early so he should have some spare time. He pressed the power button of my phone to see exactly what time it is.

His eyes widened at the sight, shining in from of him he could read the numbers displayed in the phone; it read 8:30 am…and school started at 8:00am, but that is impossible he was pretty sure he set the alarm for 7:00 am and there hasn't even passed an hour unless…

Releasing a howling cry he started running at the best of his abilities towards the school. What a way to make a first impression. He just hoped that his day doesn't get any more erratic.

Kuoh Academy; a prestigious school located in Kuoh Town. Once it was an all-girls school, but as of recently the school accepted the admission of males students though the male to female ratio was…unbalanced to say the least.

Today was like any other day for the students of Kuoh; the day started with the students heading directly to class; some chatted with each other, others where informing themselves of the latest gossips and others, three to be precise, were…doing legally questionable activities…and that was routine like any other day.

Regardless of that, the start of the day went on like any other; that is until the notice of the arrival of a new transfer student reached the classrooms, mainly speaking when the news reached the second year classrooms. Thankfully the rumors died pretty soon when the classes started and there wasn't any news of this mysterious student; so most decided to drop the subject and paid no mind to it, dismissing it just as a mere baseless rumor. So much so that nobody noticed when a half-dead teenager with a ragged breath went through the school main door and starting panting like he had just run a marathon.

In conclusion he made it, incredibly late but made it nonetheless. As he was breathing to dear life he couldn't help to notice that the school was huge, it even had a fountain in front of the main building; granted he had never been to one before but he was pretty sure most of them weren't this big. And that landed him on a very awkward situation…he didn't know exactly where to go…

He guessed that his classroom must be located in the huge building in before him; he couldn't be that dense but where inside it, that was the big question. He did the most logical thing and started heading towards the main building. He couldn't help to notice that there wasn't a single soul near him; that is weird since he was felling like he was being watched. In no time he reached the door of the main building and as he was about to go through it…

"Excuse me, do you require any assistance" he heard a voice say.

To his defense he almost fell over, 'almost' being the key word. Shifting his gaze to the source of the voice he was greeted with a very pleasant sight to say the least. Before him stood two girls, beautiful girls might he add, one was a short girl with a slim figure, black hair styled in a bob cut and beautiful violet eyes accompanied by a pair of glasses; she had a very stern face, it was the face of a very by the book person and her whole aura radiated authority.

Her companion stood behind her and in contrast with her she was quite tall, almost as tall as him; she had long straight black hair that extended all the way to her knees, with split bangs. What really caught his attention were her eyes, she had a pair of heterochromic eyes; her left one being an exotic violet and her right one being a soothing light brown, both accompanied by a set of blue semi-rimmed glasses with straight lenses. She also, like her partner, had a serious face and emanated the same aura of authority, though in her case it was lessened by a great degree. Both of them were wearing a set of girls' school uniform,

He stood there with his mouth hanging low, basking in the beautiful presence of both girls before him. The girls didn't same to have the same patience as him as their faces became sterner with every passing second. He got rid of all previous thoughts with a shake of his head and decided to address both girls before him.

"Y-yes please, I am a new transfer student and I don't know exactly where my classes are supposed to be"

"Ah yes, the new transfer student" responded the short girl her features softening a little, only to directly revert back to her previous serious face "though I must say that you are incredibly late for your first day, is there a good reason for that?"

A drop of sweat ran through his forehead and a grim smile appeared on his face, as he remembered the events that transpired early in the morning.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I had some…complications earlier…" he responded grimly while scratching the back of his head.

"I won't pry any further, but I would advise you to be more punctual from here on out." she said with a strict tone "Regardless, I, on behalf of our prestigious institution, would like to welcome you to Kuoh Academy. My name is Shitori Souna, President of the Student Council, but you may call me Kaichou. My companion is known as Shinra Tsubaki, Vice-President of the Student Council"

Wow. That was one hell of an introduction if he ever saw one. He didn't have an introduction like that prepared but he would try his best.

"My name is Hirai Katsuo, a pleasure to meet you, please take care of me" he said while flashing an awkward smile and bowing his head.

That was lame. He didn't have any titles to show off or anything to add prestige to his introduction. At least he knew the correct decorum used in this country.

Souna watched him with a scrutinizing gaze, later changed into an approving nod "It's good to see such a well mannered student, but…" her face changed into one of complete sternness; her aura became that of a general disciplining his subordinates as she stared at him with her impassive eyes. With one push of her glasses she continued "I cannot overlook the many infractions to the school's regulations you have caused on your first day"

He gulped. It was an unconscious act but the girl before him exuded so much authority that he couldn't help himself.

"First you arrived late to school, on your first day no less, we expect all students to be in class at 8:00 am. Second you broke the Academy uniform regulation by wearing an unauthorized tie. And third and last; I would really advice against bleaching your hair, regardless of what you think it looks like, it reflects badly on the students of this school"

Oh boy, it hasn't been even one day.

"Sorry for that, I will try to arrive earlier and I didn't have any other tie to use" He responded while scratching his cheek "but my hair isn't bleached this is its natural color. On the contrary I've tried to dye it black multiple times but it usually doesn't last…" he added in a grimly and disappointed tone while pointing at his silver locks.

This caught Souna off guard if the light pink present in her cheeks were any indication. She proceeded to clear her throat, rather cutely might he add, and regain her previous demeanor in an instant.

"I'm sorry for assuming" she deeply apologized.

"Don't worry, it's not a usual hair color and it's not the first time someone thought that it isn't my natural color" he reassured her while waving his hands.

The atmosphere became rather awkward; no one dared to utter a word and the silence was starting to become deafening. Souna and Tsubaki had their gazes fixated on him and he was trying to avert his gaze from theirs in the best way possible…failing rather miserably at it. Both girls were watching him with wariness and intrigue, as if they were trying to place the pieces of a puzzle together. He resisted the urge to try to smell his sleeve; did he smell bad or something, he was pretty sure he took a shower earlier in the morning. His inner rambling was thankfully broken by the voice of Souna.

"Come with me" she commanded while making her way to the interior of the main building, her companion following in suit.

"Huh?"

"You said you didn't know where your classes were supposed to be right" she stated while shifting her gaze to him "I am willing to escort your to them"

He stood there bewildered only to, with a shake of his head, follow the two girls. The trio made their way to the main door and set course to where his classes were located. They travelled through halls, went up stairs and passed many doors. To him, in retrospect, it seemed endless but what really bugged him was the fact that both Souna and Tsubaki were out of their classroom on an hour where clearly all students were supposed to attend classes and there was also the fact that both of them managed to sneak up on him in an area where there were absolutely no one in the vicinity. That was odd…but he quickly dismissed it as simply passing thoughts, but he still had a weird feeling to the whole situation. That is until they arrived on a floor where all the doors had a number 2 on top of them followed by an alphabetic letter. He guessed this was where the second year classrooms where supposed to be.

The two girls made their way through the halls, with the only guy following their trail, and stopped in front of a specific door. He, just like they did, started staring directly at the door as if expecting it to magically open. His intense stare was broken when Souna shifted her gaze to address him directly.

"I must say that this is as far as I go; regardless, I must also say that it's been a pleasure meeting you Hirai-san, I hope we can get along in the future" she said while bowing her head in respect.

He blushed a bit at her sudden action "L-likewise, and thanks for helping me Kaichou"

She in response only nodded and gave him a faint smile before shifting to her stern face; Tsubaki only gave him a nod of acknowledgement. After that both girls took their own way, leaving him in front of the classroom door. He watched as both of them walked through the hall and continued watching the figures of both girls until they disappeared from his sight. He was left alone in front of the door; not to prolong this any longer, he decided to resolute himself and, raising his right hand, he knocked on the door.

Issei Hyoudou was by all extents of the word a pervert and he was damn proud of it. His day started with the right foot; he was able to bask in the sweet glory of some Oppai early in the morning alongside his friends, Matsuda and Motohama, getting chased away by the swimming club was just a necessary sacrifice that he was willing to take. He was also able to get his hands on the rare 'Oppai Heaven [Collection] Nr.7 Ultimate Harem Edition'; so to say he was only happy about it would be an understatement. Then he heard the news about the new transfer student that was supposed to arrive today, according to some, this new student was supposed to come from Europe, and after Motohama did some calculations; regarding the male to female ratio of the school, the most recent students to enlist and the demographics of international students, he concluded that this new student was most likely going to be female. This meant, at least in his mind, that he had another potential candidate for his Harem! nonexistent Harem, mind you.

Sadly his last thought was broken half hour ago; when there wasn't any notice of this supposed transfer student. So he decided not to be affected by this new development by doing his favorite thing during class…reading his new porn magazine, as any student would…

The class drifted by, as his attention was completely centered into his magazine; that is until someone knocked on the door. The whole classroom seemed to act as a collective; dropping whatever they were doing and focusing all of their collective attention onto the door. They watched as the teacher made his way out of the room and from within they could hear the stern voice of their teacher, no doubt scolding whoever was on the other side. Then the students started rambling about what exactly was happening outside.

"Could this be the new transfer student?"

"If it is, he is arriving incredibly late"

"I hope he is a handsome boy, like Kiba-kun"

"No way, if its boy he probably is a hopeless pervert"

"What if it's a girl?"

"I hope she is an onee-san"

"What are you talking about?! It's better if she is a cute loli"

"I just want her to have huge OPPAI!"

The whole rambling was quickly silenced by the sound of the door opening. The students stopped breathing as their teacher made his way into the room and behind him came the mysterious transfer student. All waited to see the gender of this new student and to the surprise of many…

It was a boy, and a decent looking one at that.

As soon as he put one foot into the room he could hear the collective groans and feel the death glares of all the boys present.

As for Issei Hyoudou, he was into a state of mind that was a combination between depressed and enraged. His face was buried into his desk as he cried tears of sorrow. This was his chance to witness some European Oppai but instead fate gave him some European Handsome! Some Prick Face! That's it, from now on he will be known as European Prick Face, as decreed by the Harem King! He decided to lift his head and direct his anger directly to the new boy. He was greeted with the sight of a tall boy, approximately 5'8" (175cm), with silver hair, with the end of his right side dyed black, aqua eyes and pale skin, wearing the school uniform alongside a yellow tie.

As for him; he made his way in front of the classroom and waited for the teacher to give him the cue to introduce himself to the classroom.

"This may be late…" the teacher said with a little edge to his voice "but from today we have a new transfer student joining our class. Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?"

He nodded.

"My name is Hirai Katsuo, pleased to meet you" He recited the same introduction he used with Shitori-sempai; he couldn't come up with anything more creative in the spot.

"Does anybody have questions for him?" he could hear the teacher ask.

One girl raised her hand and spoke "Is it true you come from Europe?"

That was odd, how exactly did they know he came from Europe? He decided to shake those thoughts away. A harmless question he thought; how bad would it be answer such a harmless question? Right?

"Yes, I was born in Germany but lived in Italy my whole life"

And just like that he opened the flood gate…and there was no way of stopping them. In a second the whole room erupted into a chaos every student wanted to voice their questions while speaking over each other; amidst the ensuing chaos he could only distinguish the loudest questions and tried to answer them as best as humanly possible.

"EH! You are European? Then why do you have a Japanese name?"

"My father was Japanese, my mother was from Germany"

"Is your hair dyed? That can't be its natural color!?"

Really? It's the second time in the span of minutes.

"…Yes, my hair is natural silver…only the black ends are dyed"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"…eh…No"

"Why must you be a damn handsome?!"

How was he supposed to answer that question? Was that even a normal question to ask? He wasn't given time to even think for an answer, as he was bombarded with more questions.

"It's because of boys like you that we can't get girlfriends, die you damn Handsome!"

Ok, that wasn't even a question. Should he even retort to that? Thankfully he didn't need to, thanks to the divine intervention of the teacher who was able to silence the entire class.

"Okay, I think that's enough; you can keep assaulting Hirai-san during break. Hirai-san why don't you take a seat at the end near Hyoudou"

As he started making his way to the brown haired boy he could feel the collective death glares of all the boys and the scrutinizing gazes of all the females. The only think he could think…wait…did the teacher said 'assault'? His train of thought was broken, thankfully, as he glanced to the boy before him. The boy was clearly not fond of him, if the glare he was getting was any indication, so in order to soothe the atmosphere he decided to flash and awkward smile.

Issei wasn't having it. The grunt he gave him made it pretty clear.

He just took his seat quietly and decided to focus on the matter at hand…ignoring all the glares, and paying attention to the class if possible.

"Okay students please open your books on page 32"

As he was about to reach for his books he remembered…he hadn't bought any books.

The classes were finally over and thank god! He thought that he wouldn't be able to survive this; seriously are all schools like this? Between the teacher scolding him, the male population giving him death threats, the female population sizing him up and Issei sending him grunts and glare; it's a wonder how he was able to power through that. At least he could now head home and relax.

From the corner of his eye he could see Issei gathering his things, rather abruptly might he add, and he could hear him saying something about being late to a meeting of some sorts. That is good, for as much as Issei wasn't fond of him, the fact that he was diligent and took things like meetings to a high regard made a small smile creep on his lips. While thinking of things like that he lost tracks of where he was, so much so that as he was standing up from his seat he accidentally bumped into Issei, making him stagger and drop some of his books.

The brown haired boy didn't take this too kindly.

"Hey! Watch it European prick face!"

That was…harsh.

What has he done to garner the dislike of the boy? Is this about being a 'Handsome', whatever that means, as many of the other boys called him? And what is wrong about being European.

No much later, after regaining himself, he couldn't help but notice that Issei left one book behind. Making his way to it and picking it from the floor; he noticed that it wasn't book it was more akin to a magazine. He decided to open it on a random page to see…

Nope, nope nope nope nope nope

He instantly closed it and at that moment he could see exactly the name of the damn thing 'Oppai Heaven [Collection] Nr.7 Ultimate Harem Edition'. His previous positive appreciation of Issei was shattered. Personally he didn't have any use for the magazine, Roman would, but he didn't. Releasing a sigh and making his way out of the classroom, he decided to give the magazine back to the newly discovered pervert.

He started to stroll through the hall heading to the main stairs; then he noticed that there wasn't so many students in the halls, most of them probably went their own way already that probably meant that Issei would be gone already, so he decided to accelerate his pace in hopes of reaching the pervert faster, no way in hell would he be keeping that magazine.

In his mad run through the hall he failed to notice that someone coincidentally dropped a water bottle into the stairs and that his shoelaces, magically, untied themselves, as he started reaching the stairs he felt a very familiar feeling in his back, so when he finally reached the stairs…he fell, pretty ungracefully to be honest. Before he stopped falling he could hear a feminine yelp.

So he found it weird that instead of his face meeting the cold hard floor, he was met with something rather…squishy, also it was pretty comfortable…and it smelled really good.

'Am I, In God's domain?'

"Ara, ara. What do we have here?"

In that moment he understood where his face exactly was; he suddenly jerked himself up and started dusting his clothes off.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I didn't…" He said his face red from embarrassment but stopped when he laid eyes on the person before him.

Before him laid one of the most beautiful young women he had ever laid eyes upon. She was a young woman with a voluptuous figure and very long black hair; it was tied in a long ponytail, reaching all the way down to her legs with two strands sticking out from the top and sloping backward, with an orange ribbon keeping it in place. She had a fair face and had two beautiful violet orbs; the demeanor she carried around her was that of a perfect lady. To him she seemed like sculptured out of marble, perfection given form, even now while laying on the floor.

"Ara, it's not proper to ogle at a lady" She said, breaking his trance in the process.

"Ah-h, sorry, here let me help you" He said while offering his hand.

"Ufufufu, thank you" she said while taking his hand.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going"

"Ara, don't worry about it" she said while eyeing him with interest; she then flashed him a beautiful smile and asked "are you new here? I don't seem to recognize you from around"

"Ah yes, I'm a new transfer student from Europe; my name is Hirai Katsuo from second year, pleased to met you"

"Ufufufu, what a polite boy; I am Himejima Akeno from third year, the pleasure is mine"

In that moment he forgot about everything; the reason why he was in such hurry passed by while in front of such a lovely woman, so much so that he forgot to pick up Issei's magazine. Something he would regret dearly…

"What might this be?" she said while picking up the damn object and opening a random page of it.

He froze, as if his entire body was just one block of solid ice. Meanwhile her face became playful.

"Ara, ara. I didn't know that I had such a perverted Kohai; to think he seemed so innocent at first, Ufufufu" she said coyly, with a hint of enjoyment in her voice.

"T-that isn't mine, it's from a friend; more like an acquaintance actually" he responded losing his composure, or what's left of it "could you please give it back, I need to give it back to him as soon as possible"

"Ara? But I can't let you go unpunished for carrying this in school; after all it's my duty as Sempai to educate my Kohai, and this one has been a very naughty one" she said in a sultry manner; clearly enjoying his uneasy reaction.

"I-I-I…" he could only stutter that out; his voice was wavering and his head was feeling lighter than it normally should.

She, on the other hand, giggled at his composure and decided to prematurely end his torment "You can have it back"

He let out a sigh of relive, which was instantly crushed by what followed next.

"But don't think I will forget about this; after all you are still in need of punishment and I would be more than happy to deliver it" she concluded inching her face slightly to his. Suddenly her attitude did a complete one-eighty; becoming more lady-like and less sultry "I hope to see you around, Hirai-san"

He stood there; completely bewildered at what exactly just happened. He could not do anything but stare at her retreating form; her poise and demeanor still shocked him, despite of what transpired earlier. He watched her retreating form until he remembered…

"Crap, this damn magazine" he said, remembering what exactly he was supposed to do. He later broke into a full sprit heading towards the main door; completely ignoring the older girl in the distance giggling.

"Hirai Katsuo, what an interesting boy; I am sure Buchou would love to hear about you Ufufufu"

Issei Hyoudou was having the worst day of his life; he retracted everything he said about starting the day with the right foot. It all started when, instead of a hot European girl, the European prick face showed up to class. After that all went downhill from there; first he found out that somehow he lost his precious 'Oppai Heaven [Collection] Nr.7 Ultimate Harem Edition' magazine which put him on a terrible mood; he had to spare months of allowance and had to go to the black market for that one damn it. Second he was supposed to meet with Matsuda and Motohama after school to peek at the girls of the Tennis Club but quickly found out that they already started without him…and that they were being chased by the girls, which lead to HIM being chased by the girls by proxy. To top it all off his supposed friends left him behind to face the girls' wrath alone! They even had the audacity to make fun of him after leaving him alone.

"Sorry Issei but we don't have to be faster than them just faster than you"

Which lead him to his current situation; he laying bruised on the floor with racket marks all over his face, with possibly a broken back.

There is no way in hell this could be worse!

"Excuse me, you are Issei right" that changed when he heard a voice with a very strong German accent.

Through pain and soreness he shifted his body and laid eyes upon the person in front of him. It was the boy with silver hair and aqua eyes, the same boy that Issei Hyoudou despised. This made it worse.

"Tch, yeah what about it?!" responded an angered Issei.

"Are you okay? You look like you just got run over by a stampede" he asked while raising an eyebrow.

"No! I'm not okay! First you turn out to be a pretty boy instead of a hot girl, second I lost my precious magazine and third instead of seeing some glorious Oppai I got beaten by the tennis club! So I don't have time for you, you Damn Handsome!" Issei responded with venom dripping from every word and increasingly angry, unreasonably so.

He on the other hand couldn't help but stand there with a blank expression. He still couldn't understand what he had done to garner the hate of the perverted boy, or the entire male population for that matter. Thankfully he knew how to deal with people like Issei, if years living with Roman had thought him anything it was how to deal with this kind of people.

He reached deep into his jacket and with a tired sigh he pulled an object from it, a magazine to be exact. The angry boy's face in front of him seemed to change from one of absolute hate to confusion. He held the magazine in front of the brown haired boy.

"I can't do anything about my gender or the fact you just got beaten to death, but you dropped this, I came to give it back" he said with a solemn smile on his face.

"Huh…that is!" Issei said while taking the magazine from his hands and eying him with bewilderment.

"You should be more careful with your stuff" he said as he starting making his way to the front gate of the school, but decided to address Issei one last time "I really like the ones from page 13 and page 21"

He gave himself a rather awkward head scratch after saying that but nonetheless continued on his path out of the school.

Issei on the other hand couldn't believe what just happened. He kept watching the boy's retreating form while alternating his gaze from him to the object in his hand. After regaining his senses he decided to pack his belongings before giving him one last glance, this one with a more heartfelt feel to it.

"Tch, I guess you aren't as bad after all, European prick face"

As president of the student council Souna Shitori had to deal with a lot of stress on a daily basis; from disciplining the students, keeping tabs on other club activities to even reprimanding teachers who were slacking off on their duties. Today, thankfully, wasn't one of those days, aside from a minor incident with a certain transfer student; her day wasn't as erratic as usual. That meant that she could stay in the student council and relax alongside her queen and dear friend, Tsubaki Shinra. It was this kind of moments where she could drop the alias of Souna Shitori, president of the student council, and be Sona Sitri, heiress of the Sitri Clan of the 72 pillars; though that entailed a whole new set of responsibilities and stress.

What she didn't expect today was getting a visit from her fellow pillar heiress, rival and childhood friend, Rias Gremory, it was an unexpected surprise but a welcome one nonetheless. Though she could already speculate what exactly would be the main topic at hand during her visit, but decided to play the fool nonetheless.

"Rias, what a pleasant surprise, please take a seat" She said while signaling the red head girl to the seat in front of her.

"Why thank you Sona" said the heiress, followed by her trusted queen behind her.

Just as Rias took her seat in front of her friend, Sona pulled out a chess board and laid it up in the table. Without any words exchanged between the two the game began. At first the room was filled with silence, as both kings continued their game with their trusted Queens standing guard beside them. This silence didn't last as Rias decided to break it.

"I've been hearing an awful lot of rumors as of lately" She said while moving on her chess pieces.

"You shouldn't have; most of it is nonsense without any sort of actual basis" responder her rival; emulating her move in the chess board.

"That depends entirely on the source and I'm pretty sure that I can trust my sources"

"Hmm, would you like to share with me what rumor was interesting enough to garner your attention?"

"Oh, but I thought you already knew; after all nothing happens in the school campus without the President of The Student Council knowing about it"

"Indulge me and pretend I don't know"

"There are rumors about a new transfer Student; they say he comes from Europe despite having a Japanese name"

"Ah, yes, I've read his transcripts. There isn't anything outstanding about them; he will be a valuable addition to the academy regardless"

"What can you tell me about him? After all I would like to know more about this mysterious student"

Releasing a sigh, Sona responded.

"His name is Hirai Katsuo, his father is Japanese while his mother is German; he was born in Germany but lived most of his life in Italy and was home school through most of it. His admission test results were all average. He speaks Japanese fluently despite having a clear German accent. Nothing else of value, if you ask me, despite his unusual hair color, he seems pretty average; a normal boy without any outstanding qualities"

"No outstanding qualities hmm, are you counting in his magical potential or you decided to leave that bit out"

"So you sense it too?" Sona didn't seem fazed any the least by Rias revelation.

"It was pretty hard not to, according to Akeno he was more akin to walking magical factory than an actual human; that is without counting the strong aura he had around him"

"Indeed it was very difficult not to ignore it; as soon as he walked through the main door the wards started acting out of order"

"I guess that you have already met him?"

"He seemed like an ordinary human boy; there wasn't any signal to indicate he had any sort of supernatural awareness, yet"

"Akeno told me something similar; how would you rate his potential?"

"I thought you already knew?" Sona said while arching an eyebrow.

"I want to hear it from another person who has met him in person" Rias responded with a smug smile.

"It was comparable to class bishop despite being clearly human. Humans with minimal magic potential are rare as it is, to have one with such potential is outstanding; but he had signals of very ominous spells placed on him"

"Like curses?" Rias asked with curiosity etched in her face.

"Could be, I am not so sure to be honest"

"Still, with such potential, I guess a few low level curses for such a potentially powerful piece is a good tradeoff"

"Already planning on recruiting him? I wouldn't advice that course of action"

"Ara, ara. Is Kaichou already planning on adding him to her peerage? I didn't expect such a bold move from you Kaichou." said Akeno with a playful tone.

"While the idea of obtaining a powerful piece is tempting" responded Sona, shifting her gaze from Rias to Akeno, only to later focus her attention on the former "I wasn't referring to that. I was referring to the fact that he is still an unknown; we don't know if he truly carries supernatural awareness and if he does what are his motives in this territory. Also his strong aura is also a concern, we still don't know what could be the origin of such strong aura, if I had to compare it to something I would compare it to…"

"…a Sacred Gear; do you think he carries one with him?"

"That is my point; I'm not sure. That is why I would advice to wait and find more information about him before we make any bold moves. Also is not normal for a human with such magical potential to be under the influences of curses unless he is…"

"…a Stray Magician; still you cannot deny that you are painting a very attractive prospect for me, especially considering my current situation"

"I know, and that is why I am asking patience of you"

"And I shall rightfully abide, but time is a privilege I don't have. In the mean time I shall keep an eye on him while focusing on my other prospect" she proceeded to glance at her Queen "Akeno could you please contact Koneko and tell her to keep an eye on Hirai Katsuo"

"Hai Buchou"

"I expect you will do the same" said the Gremory to the Sitri heiress.

"Indeed. One last thing before you go, Rias, if Katsuo results to be a safe asset for either of our peerage, regardless of your situation, don't expect me to simple hand him over to you so easily"

"I wouldn't expect any less from my rival" she said with a knowing smirk plastered on her face.

With that their game ended. The only pieces remaining in their board was the Black and the White King, with their respective Queens beside them; the game ended with no clear winner, but it didn't need to as this was a game that would be played in the long run. Rias decided to excuse herself and headed towards the door alongside Akeno. She gave Sona and Tsubaki one last goodbye before making her way out and closing the door behind her, leaving the room in silence.

"Should I tell Tsubasa-san to keep an eye on Hirai Katsuo?" said Tsubaki, breaking the atmosphere.

"Please do"

"Kaichou, are you also interested in recruiting him?"

"I would lie if I said 'no', but first I would like to confirm if my assumptions were correct or not."

"Do you think that Rias-sama will approach him before we do?"

"Rias may be greedy and arrogant, but she isn't stupid. She knows, as well as me, that at the moment we know little of him and it would be risky to approach him without the proper research. In the meantime there should be other matters we should attend to"

"Understood Kaichou"

It had been a weeks since his interaction with Issei; after it the perverted boy became a little more open to him. It all started the day after; he decided to stay in the classroom during break whereas all the other students decided to go out, all for exception of Issei, who decided to stay with him and do…nothing, he literally didn't say a word to him during the entire break, only shot glances at him from time to time. That's weird, well its better than being cursed and grunted by him from time to time.

As the week went on the perverted boy started trailing him during break, even going as far as to one time go to the bathroom with him. It was becoming creepy. Thankfully, for his sanity, the boy decided to break his silence and spoke to him once during class; tough he would prefer that the boy picked another topic of conversation…

"Hey, Gaijin-san; what do you think of this one?" the boy signaled to a magazine…with big breasted women in it.

He decided to ignore it, but the boy took his silence with another meaning.

"I see, this one's aren't good enough…to be honest I didn't like them so much either" the boy said packing the magazine into his bag pack. To his dismay he pulled another one.

"What about this? I got this one on a collection sale" the boy said with enthusiasm

He didn't respond.

"Also not good enough" the pervert said while rubbing his chin "You have some difficult tastes"

The brown haired boy proceeded to reach for his bag and pull…oh god no…another magazine. How many of these does he carry, isn't he supposed to carry books?

"This is of the strongest material I carry; there must be something you like about these ones Gaijin-san" Issei said with determination in his eyes, way too much determination in his eyes.

This wasn't going to end until he picked one, wouldn't it. He decided to indulge the boy and suddenly took the magazine from the boy's hand, to Issei's surprise.

He flipped the pages a few times and watched the various images before him; he then directed his attention to the perverted boy.

"I like the ones from the pages 5, 10, 18" he said while handing the boy his magazine back.

After that, Issei started hanging out with him on a regular basis; talking to him about wild tales of women breast and harems which lasted literal hours. It seemed like the boy could talk to him about that topic without end. It was clear at that point that Issei Hyoudou considered him something akin to a friend; though the perverted boy denied it with fervor, calling him things like 'Damn Handsome' or 'European Prick Face' whenever he came up with a witty comment that made the pervert look bad. He would lie if he said that he found his company displeasing; though sometimes it bordered into irritating at times. He couldn't hate the boy for that; he wasn't a bad person, perverted yes, but definitely not bad.

A good thing that came from his pseudo-friendship with Issei Hyoudou was the death of his 'hype' per se. At first hordes of girls pestered him due to his European heritage, thankfully after word got out that he was 'friends' with Issei the females of the school started avoiding him, or at least not actively pestering him to the point of oblivion, though from time to time he got compliments saying that he was 'cute' that is weird, he never considered himself neither attractive nor cute for that matter. He liked it this way, the less attention he got the better, he was fine being just another passing face in a crowd; unfortunately that didn't stop the death stares he got from the male population, he still couldn't put his finger on the why though. Still he could not shake the feeling that he was being watched during lunch; he could swear that he caught a glimpse of a white mop of hair and a pair of hazel eyes retreating into a bush one time.

Regardless; his weeks went smoothly without any troubles, aside from his late arrivals of course. It seemed like every time he left home something happened that made him arrive late to school, from mysterious crowds of people appearing out of nowhere and blocking the path, to a construction site, to even his phone suddenly malfunctioning and setting itself one hour too early or one hour too late. Either way he found a way to always arrive late to class; which landed him in detention, many times. His detention consisted mainly of sitting seiza in the Student Council room, it couldn't be so bad he thought…oh boy how wrong he was; at the end of it he could barely feel his knees. As for the members of the Student Council, most of them remained indifferent to him; a few exceptions in between like Tomoe Meguri and Reya Kusaka, who flashed him smiles whenever they saw him suffering, surprisingly Tsubaki Shinra was also aware of his existence, giving him a quick nod and continuing on with her chores. Souna on the other hand was very displeased with his frequents stays at the room, normally giving him a disapproving glare and imparting some reprimanding words before going forth with her day.

"Ah Katsuo-san, I would say it is a surprise to see you here, but at this rate it seems like it's becoming a habit"

"Sorry Kaichou…" he said, his legs shaking and his head hanging low.

"I remember hear you say; that you would arrive more punctual from now own, one week ago"

"Sorry Kaichou…" his head started hanging lower than before as a cloud started forming on top of him.

"I see that you are still wearing that unauthorized tie, too bad; that will be one more hour of detention here"

"…sorry Kaichou…" at this point his face was planted in the ground and water started pouring from the cloud on top of him.

"Any way, have a good day Katsuo-san" her face and voice remained the same throughout the whole exchange.

He also hadn't seen Himejima-sempai ever since he 'reached God's domain'. This was a shame and, at the same time, a relief. First because he wouldn't mind the company of such a beautiful woman, but at the same time if she teased him again like she did that time he would completely lose his sanity.

Going back to his perverted friend, it truly surprised him when the boy told him that he found a girlfriend; he came one day talking about the fact with way too much enthusiasm. At first it surprised him that the lord of polygamy was so infatuated with just one girl, but later congratulated the boy in his achievement; maybe that way he could finally settle for one girl instead of pursuing all and getting none. Later a realization sank in and whatever he was feeling for the boy changed into relief; relief that he wouldn't have to sit through more conversations about harems or anything of the sort. That relief was shortly lived as the day after the boy's date, he came with an uneasy look and didn't want to talk about the topic, which lead him to believe that something had gone wrong during his date; something had gone very very wrong. It seemed that it affected the boy more than he thought; he remained distant for days and there was an aura of melancholy around him. He even went as far as to stop talking about harems and breasts with him; which meant a huge break for his sanity, he already had dealt with Roman about perverted stuff, but he considered that Issei was on another whole level of perverseness.

It had been relatively peaceful this time, but he would lie if he said he didn't miss the antics of the pervert. So it came as a surprise when he came back one day out of nowhere with a very out of place anger plastered on his face.

"Hey! Gaijin-san; what would you do if you had the power to save someone but by doing so, you would have to break some rules and put yourself in dangers way" Issei asked him.

That was…a very complex question; clearly something he didn't expect from the pervert. It was so out of the ordinary and so out of nowhere that he had to ponder about his response. Regardless he would respond to boy in kind, that is if the boy would let him talk.

"It was my fault that she is in trouble and as much as the others tell me that I should forget about her. I just can't! She is my friend and I'm her only friend, damn it! I can't stay put and do nothing while she suffers at her hands!"

Who exactly is 'she'? What does he mean with her friend suffering and at whose hands? More importantly; why is Issei Hyoudou, someone who could be considered a normal boy without anything special about him aside his perverseness, asking such a question?

"That is…an odd question" he asked while raising an eyebrow "Is something wrong?"

The boy only scoffed angrily.

"Forget I asked" he said while averting his eyes from him.

Now he felt bad. Issei was probably going through some sort of problem and was in need of some words of encouragement. So he decided to say what he thought of the situation; if Issei considered him trustworthy enough to tell him his problems, the least he could do was give him a straight answer.

"If I had the power, I would probably help her and deal with the consequences later. After all that is what friends are for; I'm sure the others would understand and if they don't you'll persuade them eventually" he said while giving the boy his best smirk.

It was a cliché and hot headed way of thinking, but it probably was what the boy wanted to hear. Issei lifted his gaze and started eying him with surprise etched in his face; later turned into his more usual grin.

"Thanks, Gaijin-san" Issei gave him a thumbs up, spun on his heels and started running like no tomorrow.

Despite the cheerful attitude of the boy; he couldn't shake the tingling sensation on the center of his back, warning him that something bad was about to happen; alongside the sensation that Issei was about to do something very stupid and dangerous. He wouldn't pry on his matters, despite always trusting his instincts, he didn't have the right to meddle himself in the matters of others. So he decided, like the boy just seconds ago, to continue his way.

He arrived early at his apartment; that is weird normally something always happens that makes him get late to any place. Now he doesn't know what to do with his spare time, normally he spends his time listening to Issei's rambling, in detention in the student council or doing homework after class, but since he didn't have any today he was left without much to do. After entering his apartment he picked up a pot and filled it up with water; leaving some instant noodles inside it, it wasn't the healthiest of dinners but it was the best he could afford. He decided to lay on his bed while waiting for his dinner to be ready; from the corner of his eye his attention was drawn by a rectangular guitar case. It was in the same place he left it when he arrived here; its pristine black cover still shining despite its underuse.

'Should I practice with it again? It has been years since I've used it. My skills must be probably rusty by now…why not? I don't have much to do right now and it's better than sitting around doing nothing. I just hope that it doesn't garner unwanted attention so I'll need to find a secluded place.'

Standing up from his bed, he made his way towards the black case, picked it up and placed it over his shoulder. He then proceeded to grab his keys and make his way out of his apartment, leaving the stove on and the water boiling behind.

The desolated church, he recognized the place; he passed before it several times while going to school, despite it being in a very secluded zone of the city. It had been years since he had been in any kind of church, probably about 3 to 4 years, despite him living inside one for most of his childhood, he never found anything special about those places. Regardless, he found this place perfect, it was in a secluded area, the place seemed abandon and there was a very nostalgic factor; after all, he and she always practiced together inside a church while they were younger, doing so again would bring back some very fond childhood memories. A heartfelt smile crept on his face while thinking about that.

He approached the doors and placed a hand on top of them, as soon as he did so he felt a familiar sensation on the center of his back. Something wasn't right. A flip switched in his brain; a mental trigger that put all of his senses into overdrive. He reluctantly pushed the door. What greeted him surprised him.

He saw charred wood and splinters, where it should have been neat rows of pews. He saw scattered glass, where it should have been pristine windows. He saw debris and rocks, where it should have been strong pillars. But most importantly of all; he saw her, her robe torn apart, her head low, her eyes shallow and her golden locks all over her face while chained to the crucifix. Below her he saw a familiar face, Issei, his face bloodied, his body bruised, his clothes torn apart, across his arms multiple marks of heavy burns, prone on the hard floor with his face filled with surprise and desperation.

"Katsuo?! What are you doing here?!" the boy managed to muster up "Run! Run, it's dangerous here! Do it before they-"

Issei couldn't finish up his sentence as a heeled foot slammed into his back, silencing him after letting out a cry of pain.

"Shut it worm!" said the owner of the foot.

As if on cue; four people appeared before him. One of them was a bearded man wearing a fedora, arms across his chest, with an impassive expression. The other was small girl, by the looks she couldn't be older than eleven; she came childishly prancing while mumbling some sort of song to herself. The third one was a voluptuous woman with navy blue hair; she wore a revealing dress and had clear boredom plastered on her face. What called his attention was that all of them had a pair of black winged feathers on their backs. He recognized none of them, none of them except for one. The Owner of the voice and the boot that slammed Issei's back; he had seen her face already, multiple times to be exact; Issei had showed him pictures of her.

It was the same black hair he had shown him, the same violet eyes, the same pale face, only this time her visage looked more cruel and feral and she had a pair of jet-black feathered wings on her back; Yuuma Amano.

"What do we have here? Another worm?" she directed her eyes to his "are you perhaps Issei-kun's friend?" she asked with fake innocence and a feral look to her eyes "He wouldn't stop talking about you. I know. Why don't you make us a favor and die?"

As she finished her sentence an object appeared on her hand, it was large and pointy; it resembled a spear made out of light. In one swift movement she threw it at him, it buzzed through the air and in an instant…

It hit him.

He was launched across the room due to the shock of the attack. He crashed in some debris and felt the left side of his abdomen ache, the smell of burned skin filling his nostrils. The attack was too sudden and swift; even with his heightened alertness at the moment he couldn't see it coming…he really was rusty.

"Damn it Yuuma! Why are you doing this?! What do you gain of killing innocent people like him!" he heard Issei cry out from his position on the floor, tears creeping out of his eyes.

"It is because of that exact reason Issei-kun; it's because all of you are weak, your whole purpose is to grovel at our feet while being squandered under our might." she said while delivering a kick to Issei's head, rendering him unconscious.

He lifted his head and saw the left side of his abdomen. His clothes were burned and his skin was pitch-black and he could smell the repulsive smell of burning flesh. He lifted his left hand and touched his wound. Nothing, he felt nothing. The attack may have been powerful enough to destroy his clothes, it may have been powerful enough to send him flying, and it may have been powerful enough to burn his skin…

But an attack so weak would NEVER come even close to pierce his armor.

He pushed himself up, his left hand placed on top of his abdomen and his right still grasping the guitar case. Taking one bountiful breath he started feeling his heart beat faster; like power entering his body his blood started to boil, he could feel it, that foreign power, yet so familiar, strengthening his body, shaping him to handle the pressure of its use.

Now fully standing he faced his assailants.

"Raynare, you missed" he heard the blue-haired woman say with annoyance in her voice.

"No, I didn't" the woman in question said in surprise; that surprise later turned into anger as she eyed him "It seems like another worm needs to be reminded of its place"

Another spear headed his way. This one he would respond to.

In an instant he raised the guitar case as a shield. The spear impacted with the surface of the case and a loud explosion was seen. After the dust cleared, to the surprise and anger of the Fallen, he stood there; the case still raised, its black cover still immaculate with sparks dancing around it. She sent two spears his way; he rolled out of the first one and smacked the second one with his case.

"Why won't you die!" snarled Raynare in anger while sending more spears, each one with less accuracy as her swift movements were filled with desperation.

"I think you are starting to lose your touch" said the fedora wearing man; his face showed a feral smirk, interested in the person before him "why don't you leave the kid to me. It seems he has some battle experience, probably make for an entertaining prey"

"Eh? ~no fair!" the small girl said while pouting "If someone is deserving of killing him it should be me. Unlike you I haven't seen any action in a while; I want to see his face as I rip out his guts and gouge his eyes out! ~" she concluded in a joyful tone while showing her canines.

"Shut it you two!" Raynare responded angrily "I will be the one to put this worm where it belongs"

"I think you should let ME handle this, you three toy around too much with your targets" the blue haired woman interceded.

The other three scoffed angrily at her and soon they entered an argument between themselves, all to settle who would be the one to kill him.

This was his opening; if he decided to hold back Issei would be killed and he wouldn't be able to rescue the nun. He took a stance and pressed the lock of the guitar case; the clicking sound resonated throughout the church, the bickering of the fallen angels was broken and their focus fell entirely on him. But it was too late; for the seal was opened and with it came a bright light. The black case started to dematerialize in the air, leaving just an afterimage behind. He wrapped both of his hands around a silver handle as he pulled it unto existence. Blue energy consumed the church as everything around him started dissolving into ashes. Power started crackling around him like an imminent thunderstorm. He felt the skin of his hands burn as power kept gathering around it, but he paid no mind to the pain for this was the best way to win.

The Fallen reacted fast to this development; taking to the skies like scared crows. They watched the energy around him and in an instant they knew. Surprise and grim expression set onto their faces.

"T-That is…!" Raynare managed to stutter at the sight of such power. She couldn't manage more as the buzzing sound became unbearable.

He, on the other hand, stood his ground. His face impassive as raw power swirled around him. He only had one thing in mind; eliminating those four. His left leg moved forward on instinct and his body tensed up. His lips moved muttering words; inaudible to anyone as the buzzing sound of energy overtook the church. After the words were muttered he made one swing, one swift motion directing that raw power with his body. That night the abandoned church was filled with twilight.