Hello readers and Devilman Crybaby fans.

I've decided to put this out while working on the next chapters to my other stories. For those of you familiar with "Devilman", hope you enjoy. For those of you who aren't, please be patient and don't post reviews asking about the next chapter for another story. I haven't given up on any of them, they'll be ready as soon as I get the ideas flowing. So for now, here's the next chapter to this story.

Here's a couple things to remember about Gabriel's character in this story: Gabriel has the power to change genders and they have a peculiar personality but can get serious when needed to be.

I decided to change the name Gabriel uses because the original one seemed a little too obvious.

"On your mark!" an instructor yelled.

Multiple people in their mid-teens were all lined up on a running track.

"Get set!"

The runners got into their ready stances.

BANG!

The instructor fired the starting pistol and all the runners took off running down the track. All these people were student athletes from Kamigaku High School practicing for the upcoming national track and field event.

"Miko's boobs are bouncing like crazy," said one of the male spectators from the shaded bleachers.

"You're a real pervert, dude," the spectator to the left of him remarked.

As they watched, a young brown-haired girl with green eyes took the lead. The girl's name was Miki Makimura who was known by many of her peers for her great athletics, good looks, and friendly personality.

"Oh wow, she's so fast!" the spectator to the right took notice.

"She's Kamigaku's Witch of Track and Field," his friend to the left informed him.

"I wonder if she's juicing."

Then they noticed one of the runners, a weak-looking boy, was running a significant distance behind the others. He had dark hair and a slender build similar to Miki but was slightly taller than her by a couple inches.

"I wouldn't want to run with the girls from our school," the right spectator remarked.

"Yeah, look at him," his friend said in agreement. "Why does he even bother?"

"He's staying at Miki's place. Maybe he just wants to go home with her."

"Hey, hide your phone, dude," his friend told him noticing his phone was making a loud beeping noise.

"It's fine," he assured him. "Our club advisor's in his own world." Sure enough, the wheelchair-bound team manager was paying more attention to a fly than anything else. "Forget about my phone, check out the super high schooler."

After reaching the end of the track, the runners slowed down to catch their breaths. Miki had come in first place registering at a little over eleven seconds followed by Miko Kuroda, a girl with long auburn hair held back by a ponytail, in second. Miko was the second fastest runner on the track team and Miki's best friend.

"Miki, you're amazing," Miko congratulated her friend. "You're so fast."

"You were fast too, Miko," Miki politely replied.

"It was a bizarre murder, it's been all over the news since this morning," the right spectator told his friend while showing him a news clip from his phone.

The clip showed reporters trying to interview a talented high school track athlete named Moyuru Koda from Kawa High about the mysterious death of one of his teammates.

"Mr. Koda…"

"A person has died. You really don't know anything about it?"

"You were teammates since junior high, right?"

"There's a rumor that you guys went to a controversial party."

"Like a drug party?" the left spectator asked hearing a reporter mention a controversial party.

"Apparently they were going to a party called Sabbath that has something to do with Satanism."

"If it let me run faster, I would sign a deal with the devil too. Wasn't the guy who died fast too?"

"I wouldn't be too quick to make deals with devils if I were you," a voice interrupted their conversation. They turned to see a pretty-looking girl with long golden brown hair sitting one step behind them. She looked to be a couple years older than them. "I hear demons are known to make bad deals."

"Who are you?" the spectator on the left asked.

"Didn't you hear? She's the new transfer student," the spectator on the right informed. "She transferred a week ago."

"Name's Ten Tsukai," the transfer student happily introduced herself with a big smile. "Nice to meet you."

"Well, nice to meet you, Ten," the left spectator politely welcomed her while blushing. Then he turned to whisper to his friend. "For a new transfer student, she's looks pretty hot, doesn't she?"

"Be careful, there's already a rumor going around that she's a bit of an oddball," the right spectator warned.

"Did you say something?" Ten asked.

"NO! No. Nothing at all," the right spectator nervously denied.

"Okay," Ten accepted continuing to smile warmly. "I hope to make a lot of new friends here at this school. I already have some ideas of who I want to start with."

However, their conversation was interrupted when they noticed that the weak-looking last place runner had walked over to them and was staring at the spectator's phone with tears running down his cheeks. The boy's name was Akira Fudo, he was the slowest runner on the track team but was good friends with Miki and Miko. He also had a reputation for being a bit of a crybaby at times.

"Uh… what's with him?" the left spectator asked confused.

"Why is he crying?" the right one asked equally confused.

"That guy's crying," Akira said staring at the image of the super high schooler on the phone.

"Why do you say that?" Ten asked confused.

"Akira's crying again," Miki took notice. "Was there another person who was sad?" The tearful Akira pointed to the spectator's phone while wiping away his tears. "Oh, the super high schooler huh? Well, I would cry too if my friend died."

The left spectator's face turned red upon seeing Miki in her revealing track and field outfit up close.

"But why is this guy crying?" the right spectator asked.

"Yeah. No one else is crying, so what's the deal?" his friend added.

"If I had to guess," Ten theorized. "I'd say this guy was some kind of empath."

"A what?"

"A person with a keen ability to sense what other people are thinking and feeling."

"Really?" the right spectator said in disbelief.

"That's impressive," Miki complimented. "Hey, you're that new student who transferred a week ago. I'm Miki Makimura, nice to meet you."

"Name's Ten Tsukai," Ten introduced herself with a big smile. "I've heard a lot about you, Miki Makimura, and I'm looking forward to getting more acquainted. And this is…"

"Akira… Akira Fudo," Akira introduced himself having finished wiping away his tears.

"You seem like a sensitive guy. I like sensitive people."

"Uh… thanks," Akira took the compliment.

"You know, you look like someone who would be really great on our team," Miki suggested to Ten.

"Well, I guess I could do that. It would be a great opportunity for me to get to know more people and make some new friends," the transfer student contemplated the idea. "I don't know if I'll be as good as you, but I can still run a little fast myself."

"I know, let's all do a relay together," Miki suggested. "4-by-100. There's a meet coming up, right?"

"Seriously?" the left spectator said surprised.

"Isn't it a memorial service related event?" the right spectator added. "I wonder if this new case will cancel it."

"I guess we'd have to wait and see," Miki said optimistically. "But you'd still want to do the relay, right?"

Just then, the ringtone of someone's cellphone caught everyone's attention.

"It's Mr. Nagasaki," Miko informed Miki.

"Sorry, gotta go," Miki apologized and left the group to take the call.

Unbeknownst to everyone, the team manager who had been watching a fly the whole time suddenly caught and ate the insect with what appeared to be a frog-like tongue hidden within his mouth.

While Miki was having a conversation with Koji Nagasaki, her manager and photographer, Miko came over to explain to the others what was going on. The right spectator was looking through his cellphone at advertisements staring Miki. Aside from being a great track runner, she was also working as a model.

"The guy who's been taking photos of Miki?" the left spectator asked.

"Probably her boyfriend," the auburn-haired girl said.

This made the two boys very unhappy and disappointed. One of the cutest girls at their school was probably already called for.

"Fans everywhere are bummed!" the right spectator exclaimed miserably.

"You do realize she's out of your league?" Miko teasingly asked. "Miki is a star after all."

Ten chuckled a bit at the boys' reactions, but then noticed that Akira was watching Miki who was at the other end of the bleachers talking on the phone with Nagasaki.

Later that day, Akira stood outside the school waiting for Miki and Miko to meet him.

"Oh, there you are," Miki said spotting him. She was with Miko, who no longer had the ponytail in her hair, and Ten, the new transfer student.

Akira was a little surprised to see that Ten was with them as well. She looked to be a few inches taller than him.

"Ten wanted to walk with us," Miki explained.

"Hope that's okay," Ten asked seeking approval. "I'd like to take every opportunity to get to know people."

"Absolutely," Akira replied with a welcoming smile. "We're always glad to expand our circle of friends."

"Thank you!" Ten excitedly expressed her gratitude by pulling the skinny boy into an unexpected hug. "You won't regret this, I promise!"

The four high schoolers chatted together as they made their way to the end of the campus.

"My parents would buy you a cellphone you know," Miki told Akira. "Don't always be so nervous around them."

"I won't use it much anyways," he politely declined.

"You could join the group chat for our class in the track club. Oh, and clear the history when you watch porn on my dad's computer."

"What?! You're watching stuff like that in the living room?!" Miko asked surprised much to Akira's embarrassment.

"Well, someone's a little sinner," Ten playfully teased. "So he lives with you and your family, Miki?"

Miki nodded her head in confirmation. "Akira's parents work a lot overseas. Our moms are good friends so they can leave him in the care of my family. So basically, our household consists of my parents, me, Akira, my brother Taro, and our cat Tako."

"I have brothers where I come from," Ten said. "Three of them. Well, four actually, but we don't like to talk about that one."

"Kind of the black sheep of the family?"

"You have no idea." Then Ten decided to change the subject. "By the way, you were really fast out there today, Miki. I'm impressed."

"Thanks," Miki showed her gratitude for the compliment.

"And you too, Miko. You were almost as fast as Miki."

"Thanks for noticing," Miko accepted the compliment. Although, one might've been able to detect a very faint hint of bitterness in her tone.

"And you were pretty good too, Fudo."

"You don't need to sugarcoat it, I wasn't that great," Akira modestly disagreed. "I'm not one of the most athletic people on the team."

"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself, kid," Ten said pulling him into another unexpected hug. "You already have a sweet personality so you're halfway there to greatness."

"You really think so?" Akira asked. Aside from Miki, he wasn't used to other people having a high opinion of him.

"Absolutely!" Ten confidently replied. "In fact, I think you may become even faster than Miki someday."

"Faster than Miki?! Well… I don't… uh…" Akira was at a loss for words. His face turned red from the flattery.

Miki and Miko couldn't help but chuckle a little at how adorably the two were getting along. While it was true Ten had a bit of an odd personality, she also seemed very sweet. For Miki, it was nice to see someone showering Akira with confidence for a change. Then she decided to separate from the group.

"I gotta go do something," Miki informed everyone. "I'm gonna go through the backroad."

"I know you'll probably go by car, but it's dangerous downtown so be careful," Miko warned her friend.

"I won't be home late. See ya," Miki waved farewell to the rest of her friends before leaving on her own.

"Okay bye," Miko bid her farewell. "Hey Fudo, Ten, we should try and…" But Akira and Ten were already gone. Akira had taken another route to follow Miki as she made her way downtown.

Ten was happily skipping down the sidewalk in the direction Miki and Akira went. As she hummed to herself, she passed by an alleyway. The tall schoolgirl stopped in her tracks when she sensed someone emerging from the alley behind her. She turned around to see a boy with grayish hair and wearing a dark gray suit. He looked to be a couple years younger than the new friends she had recently made.

"Hello Gabriel," the young man greeted her in a serious tone.

"Nice to see you again, Uriel. It's been too long," Ten politely responded. "So what brings you here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

"Well, as much as I like chatting with my favorite younger sibling, I got some very important errands to run," Ten said in the same polite and friendly tone. "I'll see you around. We should have lunch together some time. I know a few good restaurants around here."

"Gabriel, Michael knows what you're up to," Uriel informed his sibling. "He sent me to tell you to stop whatever it is you're planning."

"You know I can't do that," Ten replied in a much more serious tone.

"It is against our laws to interfere in the course of human development."

"If by 'development', you mean destruction!" Ten argued. "All the more reason to interfere."

"You know they will be reborn in the next cycle," Uriel reminded her.

"And then they will get destroyed. Over, and over, and over again!" Ten said in a sarcastically mournful tone. "It's like reusing the same miserable formula of the first story for the many sequels that come after it. It's getting old."

"How you feel about it isn't a factor!" Uriel told her.

"I still don't like it!"

Uriel sighed in pity and disappointment. "You've always been so fascinated with these creatures, but you've spent too much time living amongst them. Their emotions are starting to rub off on you. We are the Archangels, instruments of God, carrying out His divine will, keepers of peace, justice, and order. The emotions of lesser beings only serve as a weakness."

"I'm afraid I must humbly disagree with you on that," Ten calmly replied. "Because I have allowed myself to experience their emotions, I have gained a better understanding of them. Some of them are capable of committing the most atrocious of sins you rarely find in the depths of Hell, but a few are also capable of the most wondrous things one could never thought possible."

"Please don't do this, my sibling," Uriel pleaded. "The future of this cycle is already decided. Nothing can change that. If you try to interfere with fate, you will only bring suffering to yourself and everyone close to you."

There was a moment of silence between the two siblings. Suddenly, Ten's entire appearance instantly went through some sort of metamorphosis. In the blink of an eye, the tall schoolgirl had transformed into a tall young man with long golden brown hair held back by a ponytail and wearing sunglasses, a gold tuxedo with a blue shirt underneath, and carrying a golden cane.

"Well, at least I can try to make sure they don't this time," Gabriel said in an optimistic and more masculine voice. "Wish me luck." Then he resumed walking down the sidewalk leaving his brother with a sad and concerned look on his face.

"May our Lord and Father be more forgiving of you than our fallen brother," Uriel silently prayed.

Meanwhile, Miki had made her way to a dock by the river and was lying at the edge of the boardwalk by herself staring up at the sky. She had just recently texted Nagasaki telling him that she was busy and couldn't meet with him today. The girl was in deep thought about what she was doing with herself.

"What am I doing here?" she asked herself. Her train of thought was interrupted by an unexpected sound.

She looked up and saw a gang of three delinquents walking down the steps toward her. The leader's name was Wamu, he was tall and lean with a tattoo on the right side of his neck, and he wore a white T-shirt, shorts, a backwards baseball cap, and a gold chain with a dollar sign. Another gang member was named Hie, who was short and had pinkish skin and a tattoo of a star on his collarbone, dreadlocks that covered his eyes, and wore overalls and a green hoodie. The third member was Kukun, he had a lean figure, light brown hair with the upper half worn in dreadlocks. He wore yellow sunglasses, a pink short-sleeved jacket over a yellow shirt, and jeans covering his knees. As the gang got closer, Wamu was rapping in Japanese while Hie was beatboxing.

"This is the riverside

Where lowlifes gather

The ones stuck here

All have foul mouths

Success is hidden behind the clouds here

Our future and the sky are both gray

The air's dirty

The water's just as bad

My asthma's worse

'm feeling weak

A place even God wants to leave"

Miki got up and tried to leave but the three young men blocked her path.

"An experience I can see

Only with my eyes

Can't live luxuriously

It's choking me

But it's my home"

"Please let me through," Miki politely asked but the gang continued to block her path while rapping.

"I won't give up, but I'll shout my name

I made up my mind"

"Yo, what'd ya think about my rhymes?" Wamu asked the girl once he was done with his rap.

"Oh, I've seen you before!" Kukun said recognizing Miki. "You do bikini modeling don't you? She's famous. This girl is the Witch of High School Track and Field."

"Oh, so you can run fast?" Wamu asked even more interested than before.

"Excuse me?" a meek voice said. Everyone turned to see Akira standing in a small boat sitting near the dock. "Um, can you guys stop that?"

"Akira?!" Miki was surprised.

"I was just… passing by and…"

"Did you follow me?!" Miki did not sound too happy.

"So what? Did you just pop out of the sea or something, Mr. Mermaid?" Wamu asked mockingly.

"I'm a mermaid who just got delivered from the far away sea," Akira jokingly replied giving a salute. However, the three delinquents did not appreciate his humor.

"Shut up!" Kukun retorted.

"And go back where you came from, bitch!" Wamu said as he and his friends dumped a bunch of wooden planks on Akira.

"Akira!" Miki cried in concern.

But before anything else could happen, a white flashy sports car unexpectedly arrived on the scene. Out of the car came a young man with light blonde hair wearing a white coat.

"Akira!" he called and reached a hand toward him.

"Who the hell is that?" Wamu asked confused. "Guy in an all-white coat, don't he know it's summer?"

"Ryo?" Akira said surprised. This caught Miki's attention. Apparently Akira knew this stranger.

"Akira, come on. Let's go!" the guy named Ryo insisted.

"What?"

"Hey fool! We're in the middle of something here!" Wamu informed the stranger.

Suddenly, Ryo pulled a machine gun from his coat and aimed it at the three delinquents.

"I suggest you stay quiet," he said threateningly.

"What'd you just say?!"

"Akira!" Ryo exclaimed as the high schooler came running up to him.

"Ryo!" Akira exclaimed back as the two shared a momentary embrace.

"You think you scare us?!" Wamu said as he and his friends began advancing on the two boys. But they didn't get far as Ryo blocked their path with a barrage of bullets causing them to back off. "Chill Out!"

"Akira, we have to go now," Ryo said.

"Who is that guy anyway?" Miki asked.

"Ryo Asuka," Akira happily explained. "He's the same age as me, but he's a professor at a college in the States."

"Let's go!" Ryo led Akira away.

"No! Don't go, Akira!" Miki cried after him. She dropped her bag and ran up to stop them. "Don't go off with a guy like that!" But she was too late, they had already gotten into the car and drove off. "Great, they're gone! Now look what you guys have done!" she angrily chided the gang before taking off leaving them wondering how this was their fault.

"She's fast!" Kukun said impressed as they watched her run after them.

Gabriel, in his new disguise, stood on the bridge overlooking the river. He had witnessed the entire scene and looked very pleased with what had just transpired.

"And now the interesting part of the story begins," he said to himself. "I'd better get going now. Don't wanna be late for the party tonight."

Expect the next half of this first chapter pretty soon.