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A/N: Huh, never thought I'd be back here again, writing and all. And of all places, my writing muse is in this specific part of Anime. Highschool DxD…God, I'm cringing at my fifteen year old self for my old fanfiction. Hello everyone, JamesAsmodeus here, bringing to you all a Self-Insert Fanfic of my own in this world of Shonen Shenanigans and Busty Women.
For the record, no, I'm not giving this version of me any special privileges or OP powers whatsoever from the start, aside from one certain thing about him. I would like to avoid that sort of trope in focus of a more developmental protagonist to nurture and grow. Also, no pairings for him at the moment since I want to focus on this guy's relationships with the main and side cast slowly and much more naturally than before.
Fair warning, I'm a pretty busy guy with extensive studies, so this fanfiction won't probably get updated all that much. Plus, I got two Quests to look over and write at Spacebattles. They're both under my username which is the same as the one here, if anybody's interested.
Anyway, let's get started!
Kuoh Academy. A famous educational institute in Kuoh Town that was once a girl's only school before eventually turning co-ed in the present day. It was greatly renowned for housing many excellent courses in its "Elevator System" which caters to every student in their primary, high school, and college divisions. All sorts of personalities and characters, mostly female, walk through and study inside of these grand academy halls as respectable students worthy of being successful workers and leaders of the future.
…Yeah, let's dial that last part down a bit. Public reputation may say one thing, but take a look inside and you'll see a slightly different story, particularly in the high school division.
"GET THOSE PERVERTS!"
More specifically, on three particularly active students in mind.
I look to the left and see a crowd of girls in kendo uniforms running around with shinai's held in their hands. I don't particularly remember any of the other laws in weapon usage within Japan, except for that strict firearm law, but I guess it's allowed in this school.
Besides, I wouldn't think that they care much about that law during their search for the ones who pissed them off.
"Kobayashi-san!" A few of the female kendo members run up to me with scowls on their faces. "Have you seen those buddies of yours anywhere?" One of them asks.
I simply shake my head at them. "Nope. Let me guess, they were peeping again?" I say with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes! Those perverts were spying on us changing in the clubhouse on a tree with binoculars of all things. That's the twentieth time already!" One of them says with a deep frown.
I briefly bow at them a few times. "I regretfully apologize for their behavior." I state clearly in a genuine tone.
They all sigh with one of them crossing their arms at me. "Why do you bother hanging out with them, Kobayashi-san? You're clearly more a gentleman than those creeps!" She spoke with an angry look.
Haha…you wouldn't be saying that if you saw all the filthy things I think of when I look at you girls. I really couldn't help myself, considering that nearly all of the female students in this school were pretty and gorgeous.
I mean…could you blame me?
I straighten my body up and scratch my cheek with a helpless expression. "Look, they're my friends. Can't leave them alone too much otherwise they'd possibly get themselves into deeper trouble than now."
"Well, please inform us if you see them, alright?" With that said, they all walk off to continue their rabid and vicious manhunt.
I watch them for a few minutes, never taking my sight off them until they and the rest of their group disappear from view, and turn to the left to stare at a large trashcan with a flat expression. "They're gone."
"Oh thank God!" A loud voice exclaims from within the trashcan before a person emerges from it, revealing themselves to be a young man with short spiky brown hair dressed in a casually worn Kuoh uniform with a distinctive red shirt left open for all to see, which contrasted against my own normal and properly dressed uniform. "You're a lifesaver, Hajime!"
I raise up a hand and rub the bridge of my nose, looking stressed. "If I get beaten up along with you fuckers when I get caught by those girls for helping you, I'm keeping your bootleg Drag So-Ball Satoru figure all to myself."
He gasped, looking positively devastated at the thought of losing one of his many beloved figurines from his collection. "No, please! That one had the special badly modeled face and drab-like color pallet with the unnecessarily large Goki Dama prop!"
Helping him out of the trash, I scoff and shake my head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Ise."
Scratching the back of his head, my best friend since childhood, Issei Hyoudou, sheepishly laughed at me as I fought back a smile in response. No matter what anyone said, this perverted yet honest guy was one of my favorite people to hang out with.
My name is Kobayashi Hajime. Or in western style, Hajime Kobayashi. It was rather generic, but it was my name nonetheless. My appearance didn't help much either, with no special characteristics worth mentioning. I have a tall medium build and average looks which would designate me as an ordinary background character made to fill up the sides in some particular scenes.
Honestly, I liked it. I may not be handsome, but at least I wasn't given an effeminate face nor a girly figure that would convince some people to try to get me dressed up in female clothing. I ain't a fan of that trope, so no thank you. No offense to a certain cardboard vampire.
Generic Male Student F, reporting for duty!
Anyway, it's been seventeen years since I found myself in this bizarre world. I don't really remember my birth, but I did grow up with normal loving parents. Dad was your average office worker who would work overtime while Mom was employed as a bank teller. This only meant that they were at work all day, leaving me on my lonesome in my house all the time.
I love them, I do, but I still find my mind and heart going back to my original parents. And more specifically, trying to recall the reason for how and why I got dropped into Highschool DxD of all things.
Which was absolutely none, by the way. I don't even know or remember if I died to possibly get resurrected here. Was some entity pulling a joke on me? Yes, I did wish to get Isekai'd a few times with special powers, but Highschool DxD? Really?
Take away the rose-tinted glasses, and what do you see outside of the comedy, shonen battles, and pervy romcom? Death. I see Death at every goddamn corner waiting to happen for an insignificant human like me.
Kokabiel, Loki, Rizevim, Khaos Brigade, Cao Cao, Trihexa!
Goddamn Diodora!
I leave him last because he is that greatly repulsive to me.
Also, I can't even remember how most of the plot went in the light novels after the anime. I mean, I remember them, but I can't remember the process of how most of them went down aside from their end. It's infuriating!
Argh, I'll just wing it. If I die, I'm dragging the bastards who did so along for the ride with me into the depths of Hell itself!
…Actually, was it ever explained what Hell in the afterlife, not the Devil/Fallen Angel one known as the Underworld, was like? Aaah, shit. I'll find out either way, considering this place and its strange ways.
"So, have you seen where Motohama and Matsuda went? I don't think those guys would fit inside that trashcan no matter how big it is." I asked Ise with a curious look.
He merely growled in irritation and annoyance. "Those jerks left me hanging! We were just about to see Katase undress before those girls caught us!"
"Yep, as expected." I say in a deadpanned tone.
In regards to another aspect of my current life, I met Ise at a local park years ago and played together with him along with Irina Shidou. Have you ever witnessed a young girl crushing so hard on a boy so dense that he thought that she was a guy the entire time? Well, I did. It was both hilarious and sad. I got to be friends with the poor girl though, and I did shed a tear when she eventually left. It was a shame that I forgot to get her contact number before she left.
Oh, and I never got to really influence Ise all that much or steer him away from his perverted canon path since he got to meet that perverted old man from the park one day when I wasn't looking. He was that tenacious about his dreams.
I actually respect him for that. I mean, I do usually try to stop him from going a bit too far, but for the most part I'm cheering him on in my own way despite how ludicrous it is. On the other hand, my social life's a bit sad considering what people think of me when I hang out with my best friend and his two other pals, but people do talk to me on friendly terms.
…Yeah, I'm never getting a girlfriend. Not even in this life. Hahaha…ha.
…Fuck.
Actually, speaking of those two, where are they now?
"AAAAAH!"
My inquiry was met with the chorus of two screams along with the sounds of wood whacking against skin in the air. Ise and I briefly shuddered at that. "Want to head to the arcade and avoid the horde of angry women currently dealing with those two?" I ask Ise.
"Eeyup." He replied before we both start marching away from the area as fast as we could.
(Later On)
After hanging out with Ise at the arcade after school, I head towards my house. It was a simple suburban home, the kind nearly identical with every other house in the neighborhood and was located near Ise's home. Fishing out my key, I unlock the door and go inside as I replace my footwear for clean slippers at the doorway. "I'm Home!" I say loudly, despite knowing that there wouldn't really be anyone home today.
Just me, myself, and I.
Heading upstairs, I enter my room and lock the door tight. Walking over to my desk, I place my bag down and open a drawer up, which only had a large notebook inside with the words "My Diary" displayed on the front. I pick a pen up and screw off the head while taking out the ink reservoir, reaching down and inserting the tube into a small hole underneath the drawer. This action causes the bottom of the drawer to pop up, revealing itself to be a fake bottom where a few objects were hidden away.
Thank you, Light Yagami, for this trick. I didn't really implement the whole "inflammable gas circuit part", but I had the first part of the trick down.
Putting my hand in, I pick up a certain item and raise it up. Greeting me was the title "Ars Memoriae" on a distinctive little black book.
For starters, I had to be prepared in this world. And with that, I needed a bit of something to help me in calculating a bit faster than other ordinary human magicians so that I could learn normal Human Magic. In comes this little piece, something I saw in some shady pawn shop owned by an old man who holds conversations with his pet parrot at some part of Kuoh Town. It was a normal and definitive work on memory and the techniques of more efficient use of the human mind. At first, I was bewildered by the contents of this book. But then I came across one certain section.
The Method of Loci, or in other words, Memory Palace. It was a sort of memory enhancement which uses visualizations in familiar spaces to improve in recalling of information. As I sort of recall, the magic system for Humans in this world regularly uses calculations and equations in their magic, so I thought this technique would be useful in quickly remembering digits.
Seriously, the magic for humans here is like Science. It's complicated as hell, and I hate that it's mostly Math at work. Although I was using the Western Magic System, since I had no idea of where to begin with the Eastern version.
If I want to at least survive this world, then it was the Magician's life for me.
Becoming a Reincarnated Devil is kind of out of the question since despite the main Devils Heirs and Heiresses like Rias or Sona or a few others shown in canon, the other remaining Pillar young leaders could very well have horrible personalities in comparison and be terrible Kings to serve under like Raiser on a lower scale or Diodora on a higher scale. That was a no go for me.
Don't even get me started on the Brave Saint System that Heaven uses. That system hasn't even been created yet!
Anyway, for six months I worked hard in creating my own memory palace until I finally succeeded in the form of my own little suburban house. It was jarring at first, but I soon got used to it.
After finishing and accomplishing the method, that's when I started getting to work. Placing the book back down inside the drawer, I then picked up another black book which was much heavier than the other with the word's "An Annotated Codex of Magical Thought by Gaston Quimby" written on it.
Placing it down on my desk, I sat down on my comfy office chair which my parents bestowed onto me and began reading it once again with a look of irritation on my face. Reading this book continues to be tiring each time I do so. The main reason why?
Because the author of this piece of work was a pompous snob. It was dry, it was tedious, it was somewhat racist to other species sometimes, and it was downright exhausting to go through!
But! I did finish it. And from this book, I learned a few spells for my own usage. Cracking my fingers, I put up my left hand and start focusing, flashing through a complex chain of symbols and values mentally in my head and channeling a certain type of mana through my body before a small blue intricate magic circle appeared over the palm of my hand and expanded itself around the room. This type of magic was usually done in creation of a certain phenomenon and the influence of reality in certain ways.
[Reality Veil] was no different, forming a large network of mana around an area to create a magical boundary that separates the inside from reality. An ideal battlefield, so to speak. It was basic to the point where any magician could use it. I myself had to study and learn it for over two whole weeks before I could manage to summon what I thought was a decent one.
It's really hard when I don't have a magical teacher to guide my way.
Although, I did learn something in particular. In this world, Magic Circles were some of the most fundamental and important basics of magic. They were basically screens which were necessary to provide a base, a sigil, and all the other important parts in order to direct and channel the power and energy of magic.
Well, that is if you weren't good enough to simply use magic without them supposedly, as was stated in the Codex. I don't know if that's true or not, since I'm only a beginner after all.
Not everyone was equal, with some having more mana in their body than most while on the other hand some would only have the slightest mana in their system. Magic Circles, somewhat bypassed that limit. For example, a well-crafted magic circle properly and meticulously prepared to the fullest could display power which far surpassed the initial amount of power invested into it.
Putting up a hand up, I focus and summon a ball of fire floating over a red magic circle in the center of my palm.
[Fire Bolt], the second spell I learned, allows me to conjure a ball of flame which I can throw around and attack people with. It was such a classic magic spell that it reminded me of the one from D&D, which surprisingly existed in this world.
Frankly speaking, it was no coincidence either.
I was very surprised to find out that most of the media in my world still existed in this one, with a few being changed to fit this setting instead like Drag So-Ball. It was a surprisingly good show to watch.
The final two I learned from this obnoxious book was [Hypnosis] and [Mana Perception], which were really what they were. The first allows me to subtly influence the minds of people to make them, more specifically make them forget anything strange ever happened. I figured out how it worked on the fly when my parents who were actually early to return home, walked in on me levitating a pencil case.
The second allows me to detect and understand the flow of mana in my surroundings, especially in living beings. Everyone has mana in their body, which slightly leaks out leaving trails that quickly disappear over time. This spell allows the user to track a target down through those trails. It was soooo cool.
Aside from that, nothing much else in my arsenal. Unfortunately for me, I have not found any sort of new and actual magic books that I could learn from.
Hmmm…maybe I should visit that old man again? I drop my veil and begin brainstorming for a way to learn new magic.
DING-DONG!
I was quickly brought out of my thoughts when I hear my house doorbell ring. Checking the clock for the current time, I quickly realize that it was that time again. "Oooh shit, I forgot about that!" I say before hastily rushing out of my room and running down the stairs. Making my way to the entrance, I quickly open the door and smile sheepishly. "Hey, welcome! You weren't out here for too long were you?"
Standing in front of me was a handsome guy dressed in the Kuoh Uniform with short blonde hair and bluish-gray eyes who gave me a charming smile. "No, I do not believe so Hajime-san." Yuuto Kiba, The famous Prince of Kuoh Academy, says in a casual manner. "I just arrived in front of your doorstep."
Letting him in, I lead him towards the living room and sat him down on a couch. "So, Kiba, would you like to have a drink first before we go through the usual?" I offer.
He shakes his head at this. "No thank you, but I do appreciate the offer." I simply nod and sat down on the couch opposite of his while cupping my hands.
"Alright, let's cut to the chase then." I say with a grin.
This handsome fellow in front of me was an ally and associate. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay incognito from canon forever, so one year ago I started searching around for the ORC's magical pamphlets that would supposedly grant anyone's wishes and eventually found one. To my surprise, I got this guy as my Devil on the first try.
He was a bit apprehensive at first when I revealed myself to be a Magician, but I quickly started reassuring him that I didn't want to cause any trouble and wanted to let his boss know that I was only revealed to the Supernatural recently at that time and was simply harmless. We both chat amicably for a while, and we soon became acquaintances and later on friends from that moment onward. He's an actually okay guy once you get to know him, but I do see him having this certain dark look in his eyes when he thinks I'm not watching.
For the record, I am definitely helping him deal with his past with the Excalibur Project. Because not only is he my friend and someone I enjoy hanging out with aside from Ise, but it was the right thing to do.
I also had no doubt that the entirety of the ORC knew about me along with the Student Council, but I'll let future me deal with that later on.
Aside from that, I do meet up with Kiba occasionally when he has free time. In exchange for money and a few valuables-
(Scene Change)
BAM!
"Gah!"
-he trains me up in the field of athletics and swordsmanship. Rubbing the top of my head, I glare at him indignantly. "Did you really have to hit me that hard?"
His only reply was an amused chuckle. Damn bastard.
"Sorry, I suppose I should have held back on that blow." He says before sporting on a hardened look which I took seriously. Raising up the wooden bokken in his hand, he merely gestured for me to come at him. "Now, again."
I nod and ready my stance. Tightening the grip on my bokken, I try to scrutinize and analyze any kind of weak spots he was giving away. As always, he wasn't showing off anything I could use to my advantage, but I will not be deterred.
With sweat dripping off my slightly exhausted frame, I bounce on the balls of my feet and leap forward. Feinting a slash from above, I instead swing towards his side which Kiba instantly parries and redirects before launching an overhead stab at my head. Tilting my head to the side, I barely avoid the blow and swung towards his other side, which he parries off again before quickly smacking the side of my head. "Gah!" I cry out, enduring the pain to continue the charge.
I swung my bokken at him from various sides, focusing more on his vital points, in a quick barrage of swipes and slashes. Kiba kept his defense up, the sound of wood connecting to each other rang through the area of my backyard as we consecutively collided and clashed with our weapons for a full minute.
"Keep your stance solid, your body is starting to waver Hajime-san." Kiba said, lecturing me before swiftly countering my swing and ducking down as he kicked me off of my feet with a leg sweep.
"Oof!" I exclaim, panting tiredly as I stare up into the late afternoon sky. "You know, I don't really think leg sweeps are a thing in swordfighting." I mutter.
"Well, technically they aren't." Seeing Kiba offer me a hand, I gratefully took it and stood up with his help. "But in this world, you can't afford to restrict yourself to fighting fairly. Sometimes, you'll need a good well-placed move or trick to get ahead of the game."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll keep that in mind." I say, waving him off. "Anyway, the muffins should be done by now. I'll check up on them."
As part of our negotiations, Kiba would sometimes ask me to bake some treats for him when I let him know that I was capable of cooking and baking. It pays to have good hobbies after all. Also, I had a really good feeling as to who they were truly for, but I simply obliged.
"Alright then. Judging by your current appearance Hajime-san, I say we call it off for the day shall we?" Kiba says as we both head inside and go towards the kitchen, with me placing my bokken down on a living room table as Kiba stores his bokken away with…Devil Power, I guess. "Oh, and please take care to be careful around this time of the week."
Grabbing a pair of mittens and retrieving the chocolate chip muffins from the oven, I look over at him curiously. "Why so?"
"Well, there has been a startling increase of Stray Devils and Exorcists appearing around Kuoh Town lately." He says in a worried tone as I stiffen up at that. "My Master and the rest of my peers have been trying to investigate the cause for this reason, and we have suspicions that there is possible movement from a group of Fallen Angels hiding away somewhere in this town."
Huh, so they were starting to become aware of Raynare and her group at the moment. Looks like canon is starting up soon. Wait…
"Should you really be saying this to me?" I ask him with frown.
"Well, no, but since you're a friend, I at least wanted you to know before you find yourself coming across them unexpectedly." Kiba explained, to which I nodded in appreciation.
"Thanks. Anyway, are you ever going to tell me why you need so many of my food occasionally?" I ask, lifting up a hot tray of baked goods. "Seriously, are you trying to gain weight or something?"
Kiba chuckled sheepishly. "Well, they're for a colleague who likes to eat. In fact, they seem to like you're food very much."
I blink a few times in surprise at that. If it is who I think it is, have I managed to win them over with my cooking? That would be surprising.
"Huh, that's cool to know." I say before taking the muffins out of the tray and wrapping them in a paper bag which I hand over to the Devil swordsman. "See you next session, Kiba."
"Yes. See you as well." He replies with a polite nod. After sending him on his way, I go upstairs and walk into my room. Striding towards my desk, I take out my notebook and start writing up plan after plan of ways to become stronger.
My name is Kobayashi Hajime. And I will survive through this world…or die trying.
…Hopefully, not the latter.
A/N: Aaand, that's that! Not really all that much per say, but the pace will start up. So, what do you all think? First time back here after so long, and I feel the cringe inside me whenever I see my old work in my profile. Don't be afraid to criticize me, I'll take it into consideration. Flames though, I'll just ignore, Anyway, later!