Heyya Guys! It's been quite some time, but I have some news! To those who read these things, This is my essential "dry-run" for a character of my creation who I plan to have as an MC for a book of my own design one day. Any and ALL critics and help you feel would be worth mentioning would be appreciated. His interactions, his growth, his powers even, I just want some feedback. I'm at the point where I need someone else's view on it.

I do not own DxD, but I sure as hell own all Characters outside of that universe within this story. Don't steal em, I need em.

As for this story, its currently LONGER than Sage of the Wild, more than 92 THOUSAND WORDS. I have it all friends, enjoy, and let me know what you think.

And without further ado, Enjoy!

I will be the first to admit my life doesn't suck as much as I make it out to be.

I mean, it could be worse right? I could be paralyzed, or have an abusive parent, or something more extreme…but still.

Being me kinda sucks ass.

Of course self-deprecating thoughts aren't the best thing in the morning, but when you wake up to see your bed was, once again, collapsed in on itself and broken into splinters, it ruins the mood.

We had reinforced it too.

I grumbled, blearily trying to negotiate the splintered minefield that covered the carpet of my bedroom. It was a small place, but it was just like that for me.

An average room is pretty small when you're nearly nine feet tall.

I felt a stab of pain in my foot as I thought I had cleared the debris, and I just sighed with new found energy as I hobbled to the bathroom, hefting my leg up onto the counter as I removed the oaken splinter. I held it up to the mirror, inspecting this little pain giver, and couldn't help but just sink slightly.

I give up, blankets and the floor will have to do.

I scratched my head, staring at myself in the mirror…kind of. I had to hunch over slightly too actually see myself since I was actually looking down on it, but hey, I was used to it.

Another silver streak, damn, am I balding early? I ran a few fingers through my hair, watching the new silver streak stand out from the rest of the black. It was something that started happening after my first growth spurt when I was fourteen. My body grows at an alarming rate at those times, and I had to be hospitalized the first time from the pain. The first streak showed up after it was done, and it's the largest as it was the most stressful, taking up a good 4th of my bangs on my left side above my eye. I wasn't hospitalized last time, just bedridden for a few days. It was on the right side of my head above my ear, a lot smaller than my first, but longer as it seemed run over my ear, and move past it downwards, connecting with my neck. People called it a racing stripe, I called those people pricks.

I had always been a big kid, strong too, but the growth spurts just made it really obvious. Being in the adult section at stores when you're in your preteens is rare, but not unheard off.

Being unable to walk under doors and fit in the back seat of most vehicles before turning 16 isn't…not to mention sports cars being unable to drive thanks to your weight.

I decided that I just wouldn't go back into my room, and took my clothing that I left in the dryer last night. A small field trip downstairs and into the laundry room had me scowl at the cold floor, but get over it fairly quickly at the nullification of the pain in my foot. I inspected my clothing, and shrugged. It might be a little wrinkly, but it's not like I cared. There was enough fabric in it to supply a six person picnic group with an adequate blanket.

I hopped the second flight of stairs with a wince as the floor boards creaked in complaint, and immediately after, I heard a sharp reprimand.

"DON'T! ugh, C'mon Gray, you can't do that, You'll damage it."

I just rolled my eyes, "And whose fault is that?"

"Don't blame me!"

"I do recall it was you who made me."

"It's your father's genes, not mine!"

"Sure sure, the fact your six foot while he was just under five is completely irrelevant."

"Shut up and eat."

She was scary.

"Yes Ma'am."

I was hungry.

I grabbed my plate and sat on the floor, my back pressed against the kitchen island. The kitchen table had a few chairs, but none of them were for me. My mom sighed as she grabbed the nearest chair and dragged it to the end closest to me, and sat down with the plate on her lap.

"I heard a crash up stairs last night, did it break?"

"Yeah, just let me sleep on the floor mom, I know those beds aren't cheap. Seriously, its fine-"

"No." she said simply, cutting me off, "It was probably defective; maybe we should try a different company."

I sighed, chewing on a slice of bacon as I leaned my head against the wall. I'm not normal, that fact was made obvious. Changing companies for the…4th time, will not change that. I poured the last of my meal down my throat with a swallow and placed it on the counter above my head.

"Thanks, I got dinner ok?"

"School starts up today, you sure you'll have time?"

"It'll be fine; you need time as well right? Your deadline is coming up."

She stopped, before glaring and she growled at me suddenly, "Did they call you again?"

"Err, uh, no, nope, just saw it on your computer last night, you left the monitor on." I quickly mumbled before I fumbled with my lapels to seem as innocent as possible…which just looks sad when your someone my size.

She did indeed call me, not that I was going to admit to that. Her "aide" as it were was actually a pretty awesome lady. She wasn't intimidated by me, which for one was a huge bonus for me, and she didn't see me as a volun-told handyman. She saw me as what I was, a teenager, doing teenage things and thinking teenage thoughts.

…whatever those were, I'll get back to you on that.

Either way, I wasn't going to rat her out. Whether she was genuine or using me to get to my mother, I didn't really care. A fake or an act, good company is still good company. I had yet to get sick of it at least, so she was a pretty good actor all things considered.

She stared at me hard as I turned all my attention to my blazer, buttoning it up slowly. They might have made it large enough to accommodate me…but the buttons hadn't changed in size, they just added more. Pricks.

I grunted with annoyance as it slipped through my fingers again, and after another few tries I just flapped my top open and left my undershirt to be seen by the world. I didn't really care. It was just a basic gray with my own paint smears and splotches on it. I was rather adept at painting murals…because my classmates just left the top part to me to avoid getting the ladder. I had a bad habit of just wiping it off on my clothing

You should see my pants.

It's not like anyone would have the balls to come tell me to button up anyway. People were afraid of me, that was it. Old ladies never had problems while I was around, men never needed help carrying things, and women did their best to stay out of my way as if my attention was caustic.

Was it the streaks? I thought I was actually decently good looking. No acne, scars, or pimples. I had a good pair of hazel eyes and a strong jaw too.

"Need help?"

"Nah, if anyone asks, I'll just ask them…that'll be funny."

"Honey, you know they can't reach, that's just mean." She chided, thumping my arm with a knuckle. It didn't stop her smile though.

I just grinned, I actually got suspended at my grade school for taunting my English teacher. I refused to kneel so she could reach the top buttons, and she worked herself into such a snit she walked me to the principal's office to address my "lack of good conduct."

I got suspended because I couldn't stop laughing at her…I was 6'10" back then…she was 5'1".

Good times.

"Well, let's just hope this school doesn't bother me about it then…or at least gimme a zipper."

She just swatted me, "This world isn't going to change for you ya know? Try and have a good day today ok?" she said with a smile.

I smiled back; she was probably the only person that actually made me happy in this world. Homely brown hair, a kind smile, greenish eyes with a few brown specs and a small scar below her left eye. She was fit and strong, probably kept herself that way so she could keep kicking my ass on demand, but we both knew we would never really hurt each other.

I could care less what happened to me so long as I could keep coming back and hug her when I got home.

I stepped out the door and squinted, ignoring the stinging in my eyes as I walked out and into the murderous glare of heat most people call sunshine. It was such an aggravating thing, especially when you're tall. I don't really know if it affects it, but I'm definitely closer than you, so I say it does.

My shadow nearly stretched the entire way across the two lane street as the early morning sun had yet to reach maximum glare. I was heading out early today, trying to avoid the crowd. When you're as big as me, walking behind normal people is so slow.

I let the wind's gentle breaths play with the corners of my blazer, tweaking with my silver bang despite my twitching brow. The trees just sighed as their leaves chattered like a crowd, swaying through the early morning light. I looked over and watched my shadow walk amongst its companions like ancient Egyptian paintings. No color, just the lives of outlines.

Just bystanders to the world.

A wistful dream for a guy like me.

I felt an impact on my front and a sudden squawk, immediately bringing my eyes forward. I quickly launched a hand out to grab the person's arm as they nearly feel into oncoming traffic at the local intersection, and hauled them back before they lost their head to a rear view mirror. My street, maybe, had one to three cars throughout the course of the morning, but its first turn was connected to the main road through the town. We called the shops on the street sides the sound barrier.

I set them straight and immediately apologized, "Sorry, wasn't paying attention."

"Oh it's alright" I heard a feminine voice reply completely calm, and I did a double take.

She turned to me, and strange smile on her face, "Though I might have to…punish…you." she said absently as her eyes trailed up from my upper stomach to my head…which was a good three feet from hers.

She was actually pretty cute, long black hair glistened with a fresh shine, amethyst eyes that held a mischievous glint, and a body like a model's with help from god. Normally, I would take a moment to appreciate such a specimen, sulk in self-pity and move off.

But she was unearthly beautiful…and that meant something else.

I paled as my mind connected the dots.

The whole school was going to hear about this by the end of the day. There was no way in hell someone as beautiful and fucking eye-catching has zero popularity.

We just stared at each other for a few solid seconds, before she seemed to notice the color drain from my face and I looked away. "Um, yeah, my bad, sorry."

She continued to stare at me, and I honestly felt like I was being restrained. I'd rather jump through traffic than stay here!

Actually, I could probably jump the c-

"You're Attending Kuoh?" she asked suddenly, probably inspecting my uniform. I winced as she said it, and I could feel my high school quiet life lose some grip.

"Err, Yeah, transferred in this year." I said haltingly. How much should I tell this girl? Is she gonna tell her friends about me? I sure as hell don't want that. She stared at me a bit more, and I just stared at the light as if it was the only way to salvation. I had never felt so awkward before! Fuck me TURN GREEN!

I heard footsteps approaching, and I turned to see the new arrival. I could feel my heart sink, as she was waving to get the girls attention. She was a real looker though, just like her. Crimson red hair that could put rubies to shame, blue-ish green eyes with a look of dignity I can't put into words, and a figure that managed to match the specimen next to me.

God, what was this town?

I'd be one happy mother fucker if I actually had a chance with either of them.

But I don't, so I'm a sad non-motherfucker instead.

"Akeno?" she asked, waving next to her…which she would have seen if she wasn't staring at me. She was up, before patting her on the shoulder, "Akeno, its rude to stare."

Ok, maybe she's not really that bad.

Akeno took her stare off me, and I could breathe, "Ah, I'm sorry." She said with a small bow, not that I was watching. I debated responding, and I didn't have to as I was drawn into the conversation anyway.

"A new student? 2nd year?" she asked, and I looked down, nodding. She smiled at being conversed with, and I had to pinch myself. Do not get happy, do not get happy.

The girl bowed, "I'm Rias, Rias Gremory, 3rd year." She said, and I flinched. She was probably the class rep or some other high ranking post…how fucked am I?

She elbowed Akeno again, who was once again staring, "Akeno Himejima, 3rd year."

If I got any paler I would have looked like vampire, I nodded, before admitting my own name as custom demanded. "Gray" I said simply.

Rias nodded with a charming smile, "Nice to meet you Gray." She said, extending a hand.

I gave her a small smile, trying to keep it as calm as possible and I grasped her hand carefully. If I can at least leave a good impression, maybe the events of today can be let go? My hand dwarfed hers, so it was more like cupping it, but whatever, I'm trying hard here.

The light turned green, and I took the first chance I got to get the hell out of there. I moved quickly, which for me is pretty fucking quick.

But of course, I would get slapped in the face for it; Karma never let me get one over her.

My map, which was held loosely in my back pocket, was taken out from the gentle breeze. I heard it flutter, and I immediately tried to grab it.

Nope.

A particularly strong blast of wind from the rerouted traffic took it in its stride, and I watched with numb shock as I my ticket to my quiet high school life was thrown into the wind…literally.

I was so shocked I stopped walking, just staring after it as it got carried off up and over, out of my sight.

I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck, cursing quietly, "Fuck…fuck fuck fuck."

"New to the area?" I heard Rias ask, and I winced, turning back with what I hopped was a perfect poker face.

"Nah, I know how to get to school."

It was not a perfect poker face.

Rias giggled, "It's no trouble, walk with us."

I winced, "Its fine, I'm pretty sure I remember the route."

"Ara Ara, leaving two young women all alone? How dastardly." Akeno tittered teasingly, and I recognized that strange light in her eyes…it was similar to my mom's whenever she had that dangerous smile on her face.

Well shit. Her way…or the more painful version of her way…she is not going to let this go. I grumbled and waited for them at the other side of the street.

"Sorry about this."

Rias just smiled winningly, "It's our duty as senpai."

I winced again, this better not be a regular thing. Actually, wait, senpai? Since when? I walked behind them letting them have their conversation while I stayed a bit back. Every now and then they'd look over and smile, ask me why I was so far back, and I would catch up in a long stride and they would just turn back around. I looked back to the shadows, seeing the three of us walking amongst the city walls were the tree's used to stand.

This is…normal?

This is kinda…nice…

NO…..stop.

I looked up every now and then, taking note of the milestones as we wandered. It wasn't a ten minute walk before I could see Kuoh, its walls standing strong with its pristine courtyard and crowd of students.

Jeez, mom wasn't kidding about the male:female ratio.

We were about forty strides from the gate before we met the campus wall, and I grinned. I loved a tall wall. I slung my bag over my opposite shoulder ,and slowed my pace, letting them get a few more paces ahead of me, before I took two quick strides and vaulted, jumping high into the air and passing over the wall with practiced ease. My mom always insisted that physical prowess is only truly measured by your three basic stats.

Physical strength, time to prepare, and stamina.

I had strength in spades, my stamina was conditioned thanks to my hobby, and my "time to prepare", or my ability to commit to actions on the spot… or explosive action/reaction, was a must for my hobby.

I loved to parkour…or rather to free-run I guess. I wasn't really into flips and tricks, but agility for someone my size was damn near limitless with my reach.

It was something that I just really found fun. My old home town was rather urban, but had a large forest on its east side. I used to race myself through the undergrowth and through the city. Kids didn't play with me and my parent was at work. It tired me out and made me forget. Not to mention my size actually worked for me, as I was surprisingly agile. I had the power, and the reach to do some really crazy shit.

And…well…when you're as big as me, people liked to pick fights with you as well, so it was good to get away as well. The whole "taking out the big man on campus" thing is forever locked on me.

Nobody could keep up with me thanks to this though, so meh.

I was over the wall, which was easily eight feet in height, in a step and a leap, barely touching it as I cleared it and landed with a thud. There was a bit of vegetation back here, nice and shady.

"Gray?" I heard Rias call in surprise, and I just raised a hand over the wall so she could see, waving a two finger salute.

"Thanks for the directions." I said, "Good luck with today." I walked off, absorbing the shade and sighing.

Nobody would see me with them, so even if they talked about it, it would take a while right?

I wandered through the trees, coming out and wandering through the far less populated areas. I already had my ID and stuff from the mail…so I just needed to find my first hour, and let the snowball commence.

Read the author's note at the Top!

Hope you enjoyed, take care! Peace!