A/N: Hey guys! It's been a little while since I actually wrote anything, but I have a few ideas set up for future fics. College has just been beating me over the head with things to do, but I do want to give all of these ideas the time of day at some point. Let's start with the one I'm the most excited about.

Lucky Star has been one of my favorite anime series for months now, and recently I've enjoyed Gabriel DropOut. Since then I've been thinking of ways I can bring these two anime together, but a lot of what came to mind didn't really produce an idea for a full-fledged story, especially because the two series are both so different.

Then it hit me.

I'm not going to go into too much detail on what you can expect from this fic, just sit back and enjoy!

Also, side note, this is my first time writing in a first-person point of view. It's highly unlikely that this is perfect, so please feel free to leave criticisms and suggestions!

Current POV: Misao

It had been three months since that day. It was April 13th, the first day of classes at my new school, and my fifth day away from Saitama.

It was also the day I met her.

My father had acted in typical fashion by waiting until the very last minute to tell me that his job was being transferred to a new office. An office two hours away from Saitama, no less. As a result, I had to spend most of the time I had left packing instead of saying my goodbyes. Obviously I couldn't leave Hiiragi and Ayano behind without one last outing, but all of my other friends were going to walk into Ryōō High School today wondering where the hell I was.

I'd never felt lonelier than I did that morning, walking to school all by myself for the first time in years. I had always at least had Ayano by my side, but now I was in a completely new environment where I didn't know anybody within a 100-kilometer radius. Sure, I had been texting Hiiragi all morning but it didn't do much to fill the void in my heart. I missed her, I missed Ayano, I even missed the damn chibi. All I could think about was how much I wanted just one more day in Saitama so I could see everyone else one last time.

The school's layout didn't appear to be too different from Ryōō High's, but walking through the sea of new faces was absolutely terrifying. It took every ounce of self-control for me not to barricade myself in the women's room, and I probably would have done so if I didn't hear my name called to the principal's office. It didn't do much for my self-confidence that many of the faces that surrounded me quickly adopted confused expressions upon hearing my name over the PA system. Any sliver of hope I had of finding someone I knew in this school faded instantly.

I was in no rush to make my way up the stairs to the principal's office. I knew I wasn't in trouble, I had only been in the school for seven minutes and I certainly didn't remember breaking any rules. The problem was that the melancholy I was experiencing weighed me down like I was Sisyphus, forced to take the boulder up the stairs with me. After a few minutes of trudging and attracting curious stares from my future classmates, I was in front of the office door and hesitated to push it open.

When I stepped inside, I raised my head and found myself making eye contact with another girl. One glance into her auburn eyes told me that she had been expecting me.

"Hello, Kusakabe-san! I'm the class president Machiko, but you can just call me Prez! I've been asked to show you around the school today."

In that moment, the principal's office was occupied by two completely different mindsets. While I was entirely somber with dark clouds looming over my head, I felt like I was talking to the personification of optimism. Her eyes shone brightly and she seemed genuinely excited to be giving a tour, despite probably having done so many times before.

"Th-Thank you. You can just call me Misao, I prefer not to be formal unless I have to," I half-heartedly chuckled in response. I was wearing my depression on my sleeves, but fortunately the Prez decided not to draw attention to it.

The tour went easily enough. Upon further inspection the layout was nearly identical to that of Ryōō, so at least I wouldn't have too much trouble finding my way around the place. I even produced my first genuine smile in the new school when Machiko talked about the track and field team. At the very least I could keep up with my hobbies here. Sadly, I was quickly thrown back into loneliness when the Prez had to abruptly wrap up the tour and deal with something in a junior classroom. I think she said something about a "circle of male students praying to a pair of panties?"

Regardless of what was actually happening in that classroom, I was back at the principal office's door, standing alone once again. At that point it was about time for lunch, so I figured I would make my way to the cafeteria and at least see if this school had any tasty stuff to offer. As I walked towards the staircase, I raised my head to the heavens and did something I hadn't done in quite some time: I prayed.

"Hello, God... It's me, Misao.

I know we haven't talked in a while... it's been years, even. But I really could use a hand here. I'm surrounded by people I don't know, and I don't have Ayano here to help me socialize. Can you just... help me find one friend? Just one person in this huge school that I can -"

And then I fell. As my eyes were locked onto the ceiling, I had completely forgotten just how close to the staircase I actually was. Luckily my pain tolerance is incredibly high so I wasn't too worried about any injuries I would sustain. However, I couldn't say the same for the girl I had crashed into at the foot of the steps. Without any hesitation, I sprang to my feet and bowed in her direction to apologize.

"I'm so sorry! I just fell and I didn't see -"

"Foolish human scum!"

That was... definitely not the response I was expecting. I looked up to gaze into the pink eyes of this red-haired girl, and I noticed a number of things that surprised me. The first and most jarring was her hairpin, in the shape of a black bat. The hairpin matched her personality perfectly; she spoke to me like she was a literal demon or something. But another look into those eyes showed me something else: in spite of her angered voice, there were tears glimmering on their edges.

If there was ever a brief moment in time that I wanted to drop out of school, that was it. Looking back on it I'm really happy that I didn't, but I was worried that I had just ruined my chance to make any friends at this place. I had only been there for a few hours and I had already made someone cry, and it wasn't even intentionally this time.

Luckily she worked through the sadness and continued the conversation in the only way she knew how.

"I am the great archdemon and future queen of Hell, Satanichia McDowell Kurumizawa! Your carelessness has caused me to drop my delicious lunch!" She pointed to a spot on the floor that now had two large onigiri on top of it. "As penance for your crimes, you will kneel before me and eat this soiled food off of the ground, without the use of your hands! You will know your place, peon!"

Her laughter became increasingly ominous as the seconds passed, but I couldn't help but find it endearing despite her intentions. I still can't quite put my finger on it, but I felt like I saw part of myself in this girl, although taken to a much more maniacal extreme. I couldn't resist joining her in her laughter, but as I began my uproar her cackling quickly subsided.

"Hey, why are you laughing?! I am the future ruler of Hell! You must do as I say! Eat those onigiri at once!"

"Yeah, I'm not going to do that, Queen Satanichia," I uttered with one last chuckle as I wiped a tear of joy from my own eye. "It's way past the three-second rule. I do owe you for messing up your lunch though, so do you wanna come with me to the cafeteria? I'll buy you whatever you want."

Her look of annoyance was replaced with a small blush. Later on I would learn that this was only the second time anyone had actually asked her to eat lunch with them.

"Uh... No, that's okay. I still have something else I can eat." She reached over to the foot of the stairs and picked up a small package of melon bread. "See? It's my favorite. The... the food at the cafeteria pales in comparison to the melon bread enjoyed by the great Satania!" She burst into another round of raucous laughter, but I didn't have the opportunity to join her this time because as she threw her head back, the package suddenly vanished from her hands. A look over her shoulder revealed to both of us that a white dog had snapped it up and ran off with the melon bread in his mouth.

"Noooooo, not again!" Satania sat herself down onto the bottom stair once again, this time burying her face into her hands.

"I have to make things right," I thought to myself. And as one of Ryōō High's greatest sprinters of all time, there was only one thing I could think of that would fix this. Without a second thought, I took off after the mutt.

Within seconds, I took a right turn down the hallway and found the dog straight ahead. As I began to close the gap, he started to take much sharper turns, leaving me guessing which direction he was heading for on multiple occasions. After several minutes of chasing this beast, I was almost close enough to pluck the melon bread right out of his jaws. The problem was that I was completely out of stamina, so I did the only thing I could do and tackled the mutt to the floor. After wrestling with him for a bit, I came away with the package, as well as a few teeth marks in my arms.

I slowly returned to the staircase to find that Satania was still seated there, sobbing into the palms of her hands. It was as if she hadn't noticed I had left. Out of breath and panting, I plopped down and took a seat next to her, placing the deformed melon bread into her lap.

"Here... this... belongs to you..."

Satania finally raised her head to look in my direction. Maybe it was just the residue of tears, but her eyes were absolutely shimmering. I felt my heart skip a beat as her bright pink eyes stared into my own, and I felt as though my soul was being gazed into.

"Thank you... I suppose you deserve a promotion from 'foolish human scum,' huh?"

As much as both of us attempted to stifle our laughter, we couldn't help but let loose. Her genuine laughter was incredibly charming. I could have listened to it for hours had the bell not rang to signal the end of the lunch period.

A/N: And there's Chapter 1!

Unlike my last crossover story where I went for more of a "stream-of-consciousness" style, I have most of the major story beats planned out for this one. I feel a lot more confident in this one already.

I'm certainly aware that Misao is rather out-of-character here, but I promise that she'll be back to her usual self in future chapters, so look forward to that!

That's really about it for this one, so stay tuned for Chapter 2! Again, feel free to post your criticisms, your suggestions, what you liked, what you didn't like, what you wanna see later on, etc. GlassCannon out!