"I'm sorry, Lady Phenex." Those were the first words I heard before I felt my consciousness return. Well, that is weird. I am positive that I fell asleep in my apartment by myself. There is no way someone else can be in here with me.
Did someone break-in? Oh, come on! My place just got ransacked a couple of months ago. I even made sure to add extra locks and subscribed to a home security company for safety.
"No. No. No!" A distressed voice responded to the previous one, almost as if they had heard the worst news in their lives. I tried to remain calm. However, hostile energies filled the room. Almost as if the people in here are trying to kill each other. You may be asking the question, "How the hell does one sense something like that blah blah blah?" To be perfectly honest, I have no goddamn idea.
A feeling of dread washed over my body, as something was definitely wrong. Hmmm, I can't put my finger on it, but the best way to describe this sensation is to compare it to your use of legs after not using them for a long time. It's like my body isn't a coherent entity as everything seems out of sync.
I kept my eyes closed the entire time, pretending to be asleep. Maybe this is just a bad dream that I will eventually wake up. Or if I stay like this, there's a possibility that these people will ignore me and leave.
Let me tell you that I tried my best. My mind told me to play it safe, yet my curiosity got the better of me as I took a peek. A quick look was all I wanted to get but what I saw stunned me.
Standing around me were several individuals whom I didn't recognize. Under normal circumstances, maybe I would've found some way to get out of this mess. But, how the hell am I supposed to do so when I am as small as a baby ... Wait a second ... I am a fucking baby!
I don't think I'm processing this correctly, and I really don't want to freak out. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO SO IF MY HANDS ARE TINIER THAN AN APPLE?
Take a breath Soichiro Tetsuya. You are a 27-year-old guidance counselor at Mima Industrial High School. Your parents raised you in Tokyo, and you graduated from Osaka University with a degree in education. What this scene is telling me is that this is apparently all incorrect.
I can stand many things. Being in a whack dream like this is not one of them. If this is a sick joke, my goal will be to find the person responsible and deck them straight in the face. I wish that were true, but clearly everything that was occurring seems genuine.
From the smell of burnt ashes to the bright lights that surrounded the room, I don't think I could no longer blame this as a hallucination. Before I could further analyze this abnormal situation, voices that I had heard previously grabbed my attention.
"What do you mean, Doctor?" A tall handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes spoke with authority. Scratch that; nearly everyone in the room was the carbon copy of this man. It doesn't take a genius to realize that they are related.
"With all due respect, Lord Phenex. There is nothing that we can do. Young master Rhys' birth represents a unique event that has never happened in Devil history." Separate from the rest, this man known as the doctor stood out like a sore thumb compared to everyone else in the room. The guy looks like a typical Japanese gentleman that probably spends his days as an 8 am - 5 pm office worker. "In my 120 years of experience, I have not seen anything like this."
Okay, let me jump in to comment on some things. First, the naming sense of this family seems absolutely terrible. Second, how does an individual that looks like a middle-aged man have that many years under his belt?
"There must be something that you can do." Lord Phenex slammed his hand on the wall in frustration. Small flames began appearing around him, showcasing his anger. "This is my son you're talking about." He walked up to the doctor and grabbed him by the collar. "You can't just give up like this! I won't allow it!"
"I'm not a miracle worker, milord!" The doctor cried out in response. "We've alerted Maou Beelzebub as well, and even he doesn't have a solution to this problem!"
With those words, the only lady in the room broke down crying. Lord Phenex's angered expression transformed into one of devastation. He released the man in his grasp and went to console the weeping individual. The doctor took this opportunity to escape, leaving the room as quickly as possible.
And that leaves me with five people in this room. They seem to have not noticed that I have awoken already. There was a mixed reaction among these individuals. Some looked as if all hope was lost, and others seemed disgusted.
Silence followed, and I had enough. What was happening? Why am I like this? There were too many unanswered questions, and I want an explanation.
I'll tell you that I really tried. All I wanted to say are the words, "Who are you, people?" Instead, what came out of my mouth sounded more like, "Ohh ga ya, paappeee".
At least that got their attention. I guess the embarrassment of being unable to speak was worth it in the long run. In a matter of seconds, these random individuals gathered around me.
I stared at them carefully, and from the looks of it, they must be my family ... No, I refuse to accept that. My family is Japanese, and blond hair/blue eyes are farthest from it.
The person called Lady Phenex gently grabbed me in her arms. It might be a little late to say this, but that name sounds very familiar. I know it from somewhere, and my brain is in agreement. It seemed like something important, and my gut was nagging at me to figure it out.
Nevertheless, in this instance, I could care less. Let's be real here. There is still a high chance that this is a bad dream. I knew I shouldn't have taken a couple of swigs of that milk in the fridge. You can't blame me though. It was only a couple of days past the expiration date, and I was running low on funds after helping a few students.
"Hello, Rhys." She said sweetly, trying to cover up that she was crying a moment ago. She swung me around lightly, and the baby inside me unconsciously giggled. Damn you, body; I am a 27-year-old man. You listen to what I say, not the other way around.
"Come meet your family. They're all excited to see you." I want to believe in her words, but there are a couple of hostile faces in the bunch that tell me otherwise.
The father, whom she introduced, looked at me indifferently. One second, it looked like he wanted to hold me. But another second, he seemed uninterested, almost as if he was disappointed. That's strange; there must be some backstory behind that.
My oldest brother, Ruval, couldn't stop smiling. He stared at me with a gleam in his eye, clearly happy that I was here.
Meanwhile, my other brothers, Rizel and Riser, were avoiding me. It seemed like they loathe me for some reason. I haven't done anything to them, and they already dislike me. If that is the case, I'll have to ignore them then. Not all families like each other and the same can be said here.
I stayed quiet during the introduction, trying to gather as much information. And thank god for that cause it took a few moments. That was when everything started clicking. Riser and Phenex were enough information that acted as pieces of the puzzle, answering the question of where I was.
Motherfucker, this is the world of High School DxD. I can't believe this is where boobs make the main character one of the strongest people in the world. For Pete sake, this is where every female is oversexualized and treated more like objects than people. Many High School DxD enthusiasts would murder me if they heard my thoughts about this anime series. Seriously, these are the type of people that need to realize that the world doesn't revolve around boobs and nudity.
But I don't exactly hate this series, as I think the plot may be good sometimes. The Excalibur arc is one of my favorites, as seeing Kiba learning to let go of the past is something that resonated with me. Some of the characters are likable, and the world-building utilizing mythologies/religion is top tier.
Just like everything else, High School DxD has its strengths and weaknesses. However, that doesn't mean that I want to be here. Having supernatural powers and making the impossible possible is all cool and stuff. That's not me though. I am a counselor that helps teenage kids through a difficult phase in their lives. And I enjoy doing so. That's who I am, not the child of a famous Devil family.
Shit! Shit! Shit! By the Archangel Micheal's untainted balls, what the fuck am I going to do?!
A message to whoever sent me here, "FUCK OFF!" Go find some else to screw over! You might think you are doing me a favor, but I'm not a middle-aged shut-in NEET that obsesses over things like this. If you want someone, I can literally introduce you to the people at Comic-Con.
My rant fell on deaf ears, as everything still felt real. The sensation of my new mother holding me, the feeling of moving my toes and hands, and seeing my new family is as real as it gets.
I have a very bad feeling about this ...
What's good, everyone? I have been planning a High School DxD fanfiction for a while now but never made it a reality. Fear not cause I finally decided to do so. I'm not the best writer and am often prone to writer's block. But I'll try my best with this story. I know it's short for the first chapter, but I want to get things rolling. Hope you enjoy it, and I look forward to your opinions on this story. Thanks and happy early New Year!