Ok, so… I'm back, however not with another chapter of Yosuke and his absolutely lovely journey through life. This is a new story. One that is more of an experiment than something guaranteed. It's based in the Highschool DxD universe and is centered around an American boy named Christopher Matheson (he prefers chris btw). What else is there… oh, yeah. Despite the name of the fiction, there won't be very many memes in the story itself. I guess that's it, considering this is only the prologue AKA prototype to see whether or not I continue this.
Now, with all the formalities out of the way, let's get into The Bass-Boosted Devil.
*Chapter 0*
Rain…
So much rain…
Won't stop raining…
Never stops raining…
A flash of movement to the left. I turn, to see the fading sight of you, and your smile.
"Come back to me!" I shout, but you don't respond, your image continuing to fade.
I break off into a sprint towards you, but you only seem to get further away with each step.
I stumble, and fall into the muddy ground below me.
I look up, to see the last fragments of your form shattering into nothingness.
Unable to stand up, I put all of my desperation into one last pleading shout.
"You can't leave me all alone, not with the way the world is today. Please, please, come back to me. PLEASE SERA! I NEED YOU!"
You're… gone.
I can't tell if my face is wet from tears or the neverending onslaught from the heavens.
" … you know, the sooner you get over her, the sooner you'll be happy again."
Whipping my head around, I scanned for the source of those words.
There was nothing… no, wait a minute…
There was no one around, that much is true, however there was… an… old-school boombox style stereo system a few feet away from me.
"..?" I hummed in curiosity before slowly approaching the stereo.
"Were… you… the one who said that?"
There was no response.
As I reached the stereo, my stream of tears having subsided, the rain however not so much, I knelt down in front of it.
Inspecting the stereo, I saw a cassette sticking out of the stereo. Seeing nothing else, I pushed the cassette into the stereo, and pushed 'play.'
An ear-splitting bout of beeps and static came screaming from the speakers. I clasped both my hands over my ears, but the sound was still just as loud.
I began screaming, my voice no less than blood curdling, however I still couldn't hear anything aside from the audio attack presently happening.
"… Christopher. I've been watching you for a while now, young man." A deep, booming voice said, rising above and overpowering the sound of my screams as well as the noise from the boombox."You've been through quite a lot recently, haven't you? As a result, your mentality, which was once as infallible as a god, has shattered into a thousand pieces. Losing your 'soul-mate', losing your job, losing your popularity. Your life has been nothing short of a living hell for the past six months."
I began to cry again, as this disembodied voice was entirely accurate. My life was in shambles, and it had made me into a shell of my former self.
"But that's okay. Because soon, Christopher. Soon, your life will change. You've been chosen, chosen to be someone… special. Hehehe. But, no spoilers! You'll have to find out exactly what you've been chosen to be yourself… well, maybe you'll find some help along the way. No matter, it's time for you to wake up Chris. Wake up, and show the world exactly who you are. Goodbye for now, hehehe."
-Morning, Matheson Residence-
I lurched forward into a sitting position, gasping for breath, sweat dripping down my… well, my everywhere.
'Another night, another wonderful expedition into dreamland.' I thought, rubbing my eyes to try and wipe away some of the morning grogginess. 'Also, what the fuck was that about? I'm someone special? I'm… chosen? Sounds like a load of horse shit to me.'
Groaning, but due to still being in a zombie-like state the sound came out as a very prolonged 'mmm', I flung the covers off of my legs before turning and standing up to greet the day.
Ignoring the fact that I am currently shirtless, I stretched out every muscle I could, enjoying the feeling of that morning grossness flush out of my system, before shambling towards my door, pulling it open, and heading downstairs to greet my parents.
"...mornin." I grumbled, as my eyes caught sight of my mother in the dining room reading the newspaper and my dad cooking something… no, cooking bacon, eggs, pancakes, and… and…
Hashbrowns.
I smiled to myself, mentally congratulating myself on my sense of smell.
"Yeah, morning to you too. Although, it doesn't sound very good does it?" My mom asked me, earning a low groan from the depths of my throat as a response.
"Nope. Doesn't sound good one bit. Last night didn't sound too good either." My father added, turning to look at me with the final sentence.
"... was I screaming again?" I asked, shame forcing it's way onto my face.
"No, but you were close at points. Your mom had to go in to calm you down once." He answered, before sighing. "Chris, I know you feel bad about your… *ahem*... sleeping issues, and how they affect us, but with everything you've given back to us in the short span you've been alive, as well as the things you've been through in the past 6 months, I can't say that it's such a big issue for you to move to Japan over it."
I groaned. "We've been over this dad." I started, before sitting down at the table next to my mom. "You can't talk me out of this. I need to get a fresh start. New place, new scenes, new people, new fans. Right?" I finished, before sighing and leaning over to pull my mom into a hug. "I just… I don't have anything here for me right now. I need to be somewhere where I'll experience different things, exciting things. I need to be somewhere where I won't WANT to sit in my room and mope around all day."
My dad sighed, as he removed the last of breakfast from the pan and onto a plate.
I let my mom out of the hug, and turned to face the meal that my dad was bringing over.
The smile from before came back.
There was a plate holding several crispy strips of bacon as well as some nicely crisped hashbrowns, one holding some extremely fluffy looking pancakes, and one holding a mound of scrambled eggs.
My mouth began to water, almost uncontrollably. I could see in my periphery that my mother was going through the same thing.
"This is the one thing I'm gonna miss the most. Waking up to a breakfast from you every day." I said, catching the motion of my mother nodding in agreement out of the corner of my eye.
"Yeah. I've been with you twenty years and I still can't get over your skills on the stove." She added, and my dad blushed at our praise of him.
"Well, a good breakfast is the best way to start an important day, right?" He said, smiling towards us.
My mom reciprocated a smile, I however stuck my tongue out at him.
"It isn't that important." I stated, before sliding a small stack of pancakes onto my plate.
"Oh please. You, a seventeen year old boy, have a flight around the world by yourself in less than 4 hours. Just how unimportant can this day be?" My mom asked as she was shoveling a pile of scrambled eggs onto her plate.
"You say that like he can't handle himself sweetie." My dad chimed in as he joined us at the table.
"... I guess that's a fair point." She relented, both of my parents taking a moment to glance at me.
I had a mouthful of pancakes and bacon, so much that my cheeks were puffed out and I was struggling to chew. They both chuckled at the sight of me, before beginning to eat their own piles of food, the kitchen being filled with the sound of utensils scratching plates and moans of oral satisfaction.
-A few hours later, in the nearby airport-
"You did rent an apartment in… what's the town called again… Kuoh? You rented an apartment already, right?" My dad fretted, as we were waiting for the plane to start boarding. "What about the school there? I know you've already been enrolled there, but have you been looking into what the school is like? Or the people? Or the food, because I know how important food is to you. What abou-"
"Will you calm your tits? Sheesh." I cut him off with a groan. "You're more stressed out than I am, dude. Relax."
He took a deep breath, before he spoke again, much more composed than a few seconds ago.
"I think I have a right to be stressed, Chris. My only son is moving halfway around the world and I won't be able to see him for the foreseeable future. Not to mention the fact that you aren't… okay. I'm just… worried about you." He revealed, earning a scoff from me.
"Weren't you the one who told mom that I could handle myself?" I asked, my dad blushing as he realised his hypocrisy. "Yeah, exactly. You shouldn't be worried about me dad. What you should be worried about is the future of my musical career."
"And why exactly is that? You've got a great voice, I see no reason why your-" He stopped mid sentence after catching sight of my deadpan. "... what?"
"Dad. My voice isn't what I'm worried about." I said, before leaning forward, my head tilted towards the floor. "I'm not sure how many people in Japan can fluently understand English, and that's what I'm worried about considering a fluent understanding of the english language is somewhat necessary to enjoy the type of music I make most often."
He sighed, before nodding. "I see your point… have you considered my-" I cut him off with a glare.
"No." I stated, my dad flinching slightly at the harshness in my voice. "I'm not gonna stop making hip hop just because of you and mom's beliefs. I've made it clear to both of you, at least I think I have, what my thoughts on the man upstairs are. You may have gotten me baptized and brought me to church every Sunday of my life until I was fourteen, but surprise, I'm not a believer."
My dad frowned at my slight rant, before he relented and sighed, leaning back into his chair and away from me.
I continued my rant. "How could I be? After the shit I've been through, how could anyone still believe in him? Seriously… he wouldn't let that happen."
My dad sighed again. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.
"Flight two thirty seven is now boarding. I repeat, Flight two thirty seven, from New York to Tokyo, is now boarding. Takeoff is in thirty minutes."
Sighing, I stood up, my dad doing the same.
"That's my queue." I said, reaching down to grab my… I think they called it a 'carry-on' but I call it what it is, a backpack, as well as my actual luggage.
"Well then, I guess this is it." My dad sighed out, before a small, hopeful smile appeared on his lips.
We stared at each other for a few seconds, before we both pulled the other into a tight embrace.
"I'm gonna miss you. And mom. And Aunt Katie and Uncle Joe."
"Yeah. I'm gonna miss you too, and I'm sure they will as well."
The both of us slowly let our arms fall before taking a step away from each other. I could hear a small sniffle come from my dad, eliciting a short laugh from me.
"You're crying? Come on man, you're gonna make me start crying."
"Shut up and get on your dang plane already."
With one last smile between us, I turned and started towards the boarding docks, now officially entirely on my own.
-On Plane 237, an unimportant amount of time later-
Being startled awake by a sudden violent bout of turbulence, the second thing I noticed was the sheer amount of screaming from the people around me.
Panic setting in, I shot up and slid my headphones down around my neck, turning to my right and getting the lady's attention.
"What's happening?" I asked her, but she ignored me, rushing off to somewhere else in the plane.
"We're goin down, that's what's happenin."
A deep, booming voice said from… somewhere. Glancing around, my shoulder length dark-blonde hair whipping behind me as I frantically searched for the source of the voice, I couldn't find anyone.
This voice was oddly familiar, however unlike the other one, this one was unmistakably from Brooklyn, his accent undeniably from the bronx.
"In case you're not aware, you are currently dreaming."
"Yeah I kinda figured that, considering a disembodied voice from the bronx is talking to me right now." I joked out, despite the fact that the plane I'm on was currently in the process of crashing.
"The bronx..? Doesn't mattah, I suggest you head to the bathroom if you wanna wake up."
"Okay..?" Following the voices advice, I started pushing my way past the panicking passengers towards the back of the plane.
Arriving at the bathrooms, I encountered a problem. It wasn't a singular bathroom, it was bathrooms… plural.
"Uhh…"
"I don't know eithah, just pick one or somethin."
Frowning, I chose the left bathroom. Opening the door, I was met with…
"Get out you perv!" "Doesn't anyone knock anymore?"
There was a man and a woman, both half-naked, joining the mile-high club.
Shutting the door and wondering what exactly was wrong with my brain, I opened the door to the right bathroom, and was met with a familiar sight.
The exact same old-school style boombox from the night prior was on the toilet, a cassette sticking out of it.
Fully entering the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me, I frowned again.
"This isn't gonna do the same thing it did last time, right? I'd much rather not have to deal with another audio attack." I voiced my thoughts.
…
…
…
No response from the spectral brooklynite.
Of course not…
Seeing no other options again, I relented, pushing the cassette into the stereo and closing it, before pressing play.
Immediately I brought my hands up to my ears, preparing for the onslaught…
… instead my ears were met with an all-too-familiar angelic female voice.
"… Sera…"
Dropping down to my knees, I began to cry. Slowly at first, but as the chorus hit, my eyes turned to fountains as the water came pouring out.
"You gotta get your shit togethah, you know that right?"
"Shut the fuck up! You don't know shit about me!" I screamed back at the nothingness surrounding me…
… wait, what? Where the fuck did the plane go? And where the fuck am I? Why is everything so dark?
"You're wrong."
Turning back to the boombox, where the voice came from, my eyes weren't met with a stereo system…
… They were met with a towering figure, standing at almost four times my height. Taking a closer look, I could see what seemed to be a thick black fog shrouding his face. I could also see that its legs were made of a shiny, black metal, just as its torso was… at least the parts that I could see.
"What the-"
I froze, as the towering figure began to lean forward, the thick black fog following along somehow.
I began to shake, this immense figure instilling an intense amount of fear into me.
The figure stopped leaning down, its torso now looming over me.
The black fog parted slightly, revealing a mouth lined with fang-like teeth curled back into an awful grin. The grin fell, its lips closing before opening again.
"WAKE UP!"
-Flight 237, but now Chris is actually awake-
Jolting forward, I instantly recoiled back into my seat.
"Ahh… fuck." I brought my hand up to my forehand, trying to rub away the pain that was brought on by headbutting the seat in front of me.
I also had to deal with the glare being sent my way from the friendly-looking asian man sitting in the seat in front of me.
"Sorry about that." I muttered, noticing the man's glare turn into a look of surprise.
Continuing to try and ignore his staring, I stood up from my seat before reaching up and opening the luggage compartment above me. Reaching in, I pulled out my backpack before dropping back down into the seat closest to the aisle.
There are perks to buying three seats for a flight for one person…
Glancing up, I noticed that the man sitting in the seat in front of me was still staring at me.
"… wut?" I asked, my Japanese coming through slightly slurred as the situation was weirding me out.
The man smiled, before letting out three small breathy laughs.
"I… eh… I've never met an… uh… American who can speak Japanese so well." He slurred out himself, his broken, heavily accented English bringing a smile to my face as well.
"Yeah, well, it'd be somewhat stupid to move to a country without being able to, at the very least, understand its native language, don't you think?" I joked, the man eliciting another set of breathy laughter.
Definitely a smoker…
"Yes, I guess that would be very stupid…" He trailed off, before giving me a sad look. "… you make noises when you sleep, you know? Loud noises. Almost like you're dying."
I sighed, mentally wondering if the two pills I take every day to suppress my night terrors were even working.
"Yeah, I know. Why do you think I don't have any seatmates? I didn't want anyone to have to be subject to… well, you know, so I bought three seats all right next to each other. I see now, though, that I probably should've just booked a private flight." I rambled slightly, the man's eyes widening comically at the revelation that I had bought all three of the seats in the row I was in, and widening even further at the words 'private flight.'
"You… bought all three of those seats? And you have money for a private jet?" He asked, disbelief obvious in his voice.
"Hehehe… you're somewhat right. I did buy these three seats, yes. But I am not rich enough to own a personal private jet. I'm only rich enough to afford to rent one for a one way trip." I revealed to the man, who seemed to almost fall back into his seat, as if he didn't want to speak to me anymore.
Feeling bad on how our conversation ended, I tapped the man on the shoulder. He slowly turned around to face me, dread the standout among a multitude of other emotions that I can't place on his features.
"Are you… okay?" I hesitantly asked, causing the man to groan.
"A teenage boy is richer than I could ever hope to be, no I am not okay young man." He sadly sighed, a frown curling onto my lips as a result of his words.
"Hey man, don't feel bad. I'm not one of those snobby kids who has money cause his parents are rich, I worked to get what I have. My former job was extremely well paying." I stated, the man giving me a blank stare at my words.
"What job could you have that has made you so rich… so young?" He asked, earning a small string of chuckles from my throat.
"I am… well, I was a musician. I stopped because my partner… well, I'd rather not talk about that right now." I said, the man giving me a quizzical head tilt, before sighing again.
"I guess that is a very well paying job that anyone of any age can be… would you min-" I cut him off.
"Yeah, I would. Sorry, but even if I wanted to, I'd probably sound like shit because I haven't practiced in a few months. No, I'm not gonna give you a little taste of what I've done." I answered his unfinished question, a smile coming to his face as a result.
"That's fair enough, I guess. Though, I will warn you, I would not recommend cutting people off mid-sentence like that in Japan. They won't be used to how Americans speak like I am, and they'll very likely get offended. Just a bit of advice. Now, I need to contemplate my life choices, enjoy the rest of your flight, and your time in Japan." He finished, before falling back down into his seat.
I giggled at his depressing joke, before turning my attention back to the object in my hands.
Unzipping the largest opening of the bag, I reached in and pulled out my headphones. Bringing them up to my head, I placed them over my ears, hearing all of the surrounding noise from the plane and passengers melt away to nothingness.
Absolute. Silence.
Sliding my phone out of my pocket, I flipped it over in my hand before turning it on and unlocking it. Grabbing the wire attached to my headphones, I pulled it up and out of my bag, before grabbing the opposite end and plugging it into my phone.
Having a quick mental debate, I decided to flip a coin as I couldn't come to a conclusion.
Heads would be Dubstep.
Tails would be Lofi.
"Hey Siri, flip a coin." "Okay… it's Heads."
Alright then, the music for the rest of my flight is Dubstep…
… great, now I have to decide a song to start with.
Opening Spotify on my phone, I tapped on my 'Dubstep Bangers' playlist.
'I guess… Ganja White Night is a good way to start. And I am kinda wanting some lyrics as well, so… Up it is.' I thought to myself, smiling as I tapped on the song titled 'Up' by the artists 'Ganja White Night' and 'Boogie T.'
Hearing the synthetic melodies begin, before a 'Boo!' shouted in the background, I smiled to myself.
I guess this flight won't be as bad as I thought…
-After Flight (Insert The Shining Reference Here) landed, Also after Chris has gotten through the airport process because I'm an inexperienced person who has never been through an airport or on a flight-
"Christ… I'm finally here, for real." I voiced my thoughts as I exited the airport, taking in the urban environment before me. "It's… a lot like America."
Seeing a car to my left with a sign on top, with the Kanji for 'Taxi', I waved to the driver, who waved back before getting out of his car to help me with my two suitcases.
After we loaded them into the trunk of his cab, I opened the door to the backseat before sliding in, throwing my backpack off into the seat next to me.
Noticing the driver was now in the car and turned back to look at me, I spoke.
"Oh… uh, sorry. I'm heading to Kuoh." I said, the driver giving me a weird look.
"Do you have the money for that? Kuoh is quite a bit away." He asked, raising a brow towards me.
"..." Not answering his question, I slid my backpack into my lap, zipping open the small front pocket. Pulling out my wallet, I unfolded it before pulling out three Ten-Thousand Yen notes.
"Will this be enough?" I asked him, presenting the three pieces of paper to the man.
He quickly snatched them from me, before putting the car into drive and pulling away from the sidewalk.
"… I'll take that as a yes." I mumbled, sighing and leaning back into the seat.
"Hey, since it's enough to get me to Kuoh, can you make it a little bit quicker than usual? I just really want to sleep in a bed." I asked the man after a few minutes of driving, seeing him nod slightly in the rearview mirror, before feeling the car accelerate a bit.
I'll be there soon… god, I just want to lay down in a bed…
-Town of Kuoh, sometime later-
Sighing, I opened the door to my right. Sliding my backpack over my shoulder, I stood up out of the car, taking in a deep breath as I did so.
'The air is definitely cleaner here than New York, that's for sure.' I thought, the fresh air feeling… well, fresher than normal.
"Would you like some help with bringing your bags inside?" The driver asked, walking around to the now popped open trunk, grabbing my two bags and setting them down on the ground.
"Nah… sorry, no thank you. You've done enough for me already." I answered, grabbing both my bags and lifting them up onto my shoulders, the man's eyes widening at my feat of strength.
"You're… quite strong for someone with your build." He stated, causing me to turn back to him.
"Yeah, I guess so. But, I have been training in martial arts for about ten years now, so I'm in great shape despite my… scrawny appearance." I answered him, before turning back towards the building in front of me. "Oh, thanks again by the way. Great first impression for the people of this country."
"No, thank you. I can actually pay my daughter's medical bills this month because of your… kindness." He answered back, before quickly hopping back into his cab. "Enjoy your stay in Japan, young American!"
Giving a slight nod of the head towards the now fleeting form of the car, I started making my way up to the floor of my apartment.
Apartment fifty six…
-Inside of Chris' Apartment, a few minutes later-
'Yep, definitely should've asked him to help me, five flights of stairs carrying two heavy suitcases and my backpack after a flight across the world… I'm dying.' I thought, slumped back against the door of my new home. My backpack and suitcases were set next to me, rather, dumped unceremoniously onto the ground as I entered the apartment, sweat caking my form.
Standing up and stretching out my limbs, I dragged my luggage into the bedroom, once again letting it drop to the floor.
Seeing that the bed was already made, a small smile came to my face.
Turning and letting myself fall backwards onto the bed, I didn't even care about being fully clothed, nearly falling into a deep sleep almost immediately.
That is, until…
*rumble* *gurgle*
"Ahh fuck… I'm hungry." I thought aloud, before getting to my feet and slowly trudging my way back to the entrance of my new abode.
-The streets of Kuoh, a few minutes Later-
"Okay, so we've got Mickie D's and Chic-Fil-A. Those are the only two places I recognize so far… fast food it is then." I thought aloud again, turning around and starting back towards my apartment, as McDonalds was on the way back.
As I turned though, I caught sight of something a mix between pure white and pitch black streak across the street from where I had just been.
"... A cat?" I wondered, as the small creature quickly darted into an alley and out of sight from me. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I followed the animal, wanting to make sure it wasn't a runaway.
Entering the alley that the furry animal darted down, I didn't see it anywhere. I did see a dumpster, which was the only thing in the alley.
Walking towards it, I opened up the top of it, before peering insi-
"*HISSSS*"
"AHH SHIT!"
Startled, I fell back from the dumpster.
"Fuck… ah shit that hurts." I voiced my thoughts, bringing my hand up to my face and bringing it away to see a small pool of red on my palm.
"*Mrrrreowww* *HISS*"
The cat leapt down onto the ground in front of me, aggression present in its tone of voice.
Waving my non-bloodied hand towards the animal, I groaned.
"Yeah yeah, I got the message, leave you alone… fuck, this hurts." I whined, before slowly making my way to my feet. "Damn, you're such a cute kitty too, it's a shame you're aggressive as hell."
Taking one last look at the cat, I could swear the white side of its face was lightly tinted red…
"A cat that can blush? I must be going insane… or that's just blood. Probably just blood." I voiced my own thoughts, before the animal quickly scampered away down the other end of the alley, darting around the corner and out of sight.
Sighing, I started back on my quest to fill my stomach.
I wonder what the people in McDonalds are gonna think at the sight of my face…
-Back in Chris' apartment, some time Later-
The smile on my face still not leaving, I began to laugh uncontrollably.
"Heh… heh… they were so spooked when I walked in with a bloody face, acting like nothing was wrong… hahaha. This was definitely a good move, moving here. The people are already more entertaining than Americans." I spoke to myself, before trudging into the bathroom with a now full stomach.
Looking around, I came to the conclusion that I'm an idiot.
"Why would there be towels in an empty apartment? Chris, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I spoke to myself again, before shambling into my bedroom and opening one of my suitcases. Searching, I found my only red towel, before heading back to the bathroom to clean myself up.
-One really hot shower later-
Sighing, I stepped out of the bathroom with my towel around my waist, making my way to my bedroom once again.
Going back to the same suitcase as before, I threw clothes left and right before I found the two things I wanted.
A pair of boxers and a pair of shorts. In other words, my sleeping attire.
Letting the towel drop from my waist, I quickly slid my boxers up my legs before doing the same for my shorts.
Sighing, I let myself fall down onto my new bed… well, new to me.
"I've got a week before the schooling starts back up in Japan… one week to get used to my new surroundings… one week to try and feel out the people of Japan and what I can and can't say around them… one week, until my new life begins." I sighed again, before closing my eyes and letting the world fall away.
It's gonna be a great new journey…
I hope…
End of Chapter 0*
And that's that! Yeah, it's not much… right now at least, but I have already started the next chapter as Chris has a very interesting character arc, to me at least, and I can't see this being anything but fun to write. For right now at least, once again. Who knows, maybe sometime down the line I might start to hate writing this. Who the heck knows. I sure don't.
I will be answering all reviews and questions at the end of the actual first chapter, which is next chapter… duh.
But yeah, I don't have much to say, aside from an apology on the wait for people who are reading my other story. Training chapters are so hard to write, cause they're so boring but so important.
Thanks for reading, and hope you continue to read!
Oh, one more thing… this is a DxD fic, so… you know…
Chris's Harem: ???
Issei's Harem: ???
(Insert lenny face here, cause I'm too lazy to copy paste it in ecks dee)
god I hate writing on mobile then transferring it over to the fanfic app. so many fucking layout problems with the chapter that aren't there on docs. I'm starting to hate the fanfic app tbh.