So here's a rewrite of the series.
English is not my first language. I'm also very inexperienced with writing.
"Wake up, my lo-."
Click
Opening my eyes after my body automatically snoozed my alarm clock, I quickly remembered that I don't have an alarm clock.
Don't tell me I just had another one-night stand.
Quickly scanning my surroundings, I quickly noticed that I was in a room, well that much should be obvious. But I quickly realized that there was nobody beside me.
Sitting up on the side of the bed, I saw that the bed was small, only big enough to fit one person.
There was a desk with an old computer on it. Beside the desk was a shelf with a bunch of books and mangas. The covers had anime girls with little to no clothing, suggesting that these mangas were more of the erotic kind.
The same could be said about the walls, posters of anime women with little to no clothing.
Still looking around the room, my dread only grew.
This looks like a kid's room.
My eyes stopped at a uniform laid on top of the desk, near the computer.
Oh God, Oh fuck, please don't tell me that's a school uniform.
Picking up the uniform with a shaky hand, I inspected it. The uniform consisted of a black blazer with white accents over a white, long-sleeved, button-down shirt with vertical linings, a black ribbon on the collar, matching black pants, and brown dress shoes that I saw beside the uniform.
This is a boy's uniform... Not only did I sleep with someone who still went to school, but also a BOY!? Am I interested in boys!? Am I bi-
The opening of a door made me jump out of my thoughts.
Standing at the door, there was a woman who seemed to be in her late thirties. She was nothing short of beautiful. She had pale skin with long and wavy brown hair that ended at her back. A curved body that made her look like a MILF.
Deciding to not waste any time and wanting to get to the bottom of this, I blurted out.
"Did I sleep with you or your son? please tell me it's the forme-"
Slap
"What are you saying, young man!" I heard as my head was jerking to the side from the slap.
"Ok, I do not know what that was for, but I definitely deserved it. Seeing that you're married and all."
I definitely felt a ring smacking my face from that hit.
Did I go after a married woman? I never do that, but that is much better than sleeping with a teenage boy.
"Ok, that's enough of your perverted pranks Motohama, you're gonna be late for school."
"School?"
"Do not play coy with me, young man. Go brush your teeth and get changed for school NOW! I'm already getting calls from the principal every day because of your peeping habits. I don't want you to get expelled."
"Well? You don't have all day."
"Ok, ok, I'm gonna change."
Walking to the school uniform on top of the desk, I decided to put it on since I was 'late for school' apparently.
Wierd, the uniform doesn't seem to be my size, but it fits me perfectly. Not to mention how weak and sluggish my body feels right now.
After putting the uniform on, I felt something in my left pocket. Sticking my hand in, I pulled out a pair of glasses.
Glasses? I can see just fine tough.
Putting them on anyways to see if it made any difference, I didn't see any better. My vision wasn't blurry, to begin with. My body, however, suddenly felt a lot stronger and less sluggish.
What the hell?
I continued to put on my glasses just to take them off again, and every time I felt how my body changed, from weak without glasses, and strong with them on.
Putting them on one last time, I headed out the door and found myself in a hallway.
Where's the bathroom then?
Opening the door closest to me, I found myself in the bathroom first try.
Going inside, I made my way to the sink and stopped when I saw the reflection in the mirror.
What. The. Hell.
Standing in front of me was a young boy who looked to be in the middle of his teenage years. His eyes were covered by the lenses of the glasses. Having medium gray-brownish hair with the hair being combed away from the middle, leaving a gap of hair in the middle of his forehead. He had an average build and stood around 5'9 feet tall. He was obviously Asian.
Waving my hand in front of the mirror, his movement was perfectly synchronized with mine.
Is this me? What the hell is going on? Am I dreaming? No, I can't be, since I felt that slap from that woman. What the hell? Did I transfer bodies? How did I transfer bodies? What about my old body? What about my frie...
No, I don't have any friends, not after that.
"..."
"Motohama, hurry up, you're gonna be late!"
"..."
I mindlessly brushed my teeth with the only toothbrush that was there, indicating that we had a bathroom downstairs as well since I saw the stairway in the hall earlier.
Heading downstairs, my body was on autopilot.
"Where's your bag, son?"
Looking to the side I saw a man in his late thirties or early forties stand with his arms crossed leaning into a wall. I averted my eyes from him.
Wordlessly walking upstairs, I saw a backpack in the room I woke up in and went downstairs.
Seeing a bunch of shoes on a shelf, I put on the only one whose size seemed to fit mine. I opened the door and just as I was about to go out I heard a voice behind me.
"What, no goodbye to your dad?"
"..."
Suddenly I felt arms wrap around me.
"Goodbye Motohama, I love you."
It was the woman from before.
"..."
She looked hurt when I left without a word.
Walking around aimlessly, I felt guilt.
This kid, this body, did I kill him? Did I just rob him of his home and family? Did he transfer to my body?
"Motohama! Where are you going?"
Looking for the voice who called to me, I saw a kid with a shaved head, wearing the same uniform call out to me. He was running towards me with some impressive speed.
Motohama, that's what that woman called me as well. So that is the kid's name, huh.
"Where are you going, man? Do you know how long I waited for you? You didn't meet me at Elk-street, c'mon we're going to be late for school!"
He was now standing in front of me, he was taller than me and seemed to know who this kid was.
So this is the kid's friend.
"Hey, you okay Motohama?"
I don't even know your name.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go."
We both started to speedwalk toward school, or so I thought since I made sure to be a step behind him so that I wouldn't get lost.
Looking at the street signs, I noticed that they weren't in English.
Oh, I've been speaking a different language the whole time, how the fuck did I not realize that? It came to me so naturally. I can read the street signs easily, it's clearly Japanese. How come I know how to speak Japanese? Is it because of this body? But how come I didn't even recognize the kid's parents? Which 'memories' did I keep and which ones did I not. Even the school uniforms seem familiar. But why does the uniform seem familiar but not something as important as the kid's parents not seem important?
I quickly got a migraine from all of this thinking and all of these numbers that keep appearing every time I looked at a woman.
Wait, what numbers?
Looking around it didn't take long before I realized that it was 'those' numbers.
Great, it seems like this kid can tell a woma-
"Hey, c'mon now girl, let's have some fun."
Searching for the origin of that noise, I saw three guys and a blond girl surround a girl, in an alleyway. She had brown braided hair and wore a school uniform that was similar to mine. One of the guys was groping her, while the blonde girl was filming with a really old phone.
"Hey, what are you doing!?"
My 'friend' yelled at them.
"Leave her alone!"
"Hahahaha." One of the guys laughed. "Who are you? Her guardian angel?"
"Leave now, and no one gets hurt."
"Woah, hahaha, this kid got balls."
The guy walked up closer to my 'friend' and.
Whack
The guy punched my 'friend' straight on the cheeks.
"What are you going to do pussy?"
"This."
I didn't see the kid's expression, because I stood behind him, but I could practically hear his grin.
SLAM
Damn.
The guy landed on the floor with a hard 'thump' with blood coming out of his nose, with eyes rolled back to his head.
What the hell? This kid was able to send a guy flying away in one punch.
"Now, who's next?"
"You motherfucker!" One of the still-standing guys yelled at him.
And with that, a brawl started.
What the fuck? Why does this fight look so choreographed?
Instead of the usual charging and grabbing each other's clothes, while clumsily punching, as the usual street fights, this fight looked like it came straight out of a movie.
My 'friend' got punched and kicked left and right, but he barely flinched after being hit. Only retaliating with a punch or kick back with ten times the power.
Pow
"AHHH!" One of the guys yelled, holding his arm.
My 'friend' landed a left hook on one of the guys, he managed to block it with his arm, but the power behind that punch probably rendered that block useless.
Bam
The kid managed to uppercut the other guy right in the ribs, who fell down to his knees, gasping for air after that hit.
I ran up to him.
"Hey, how often do you fight in the streets? Are you a delinquent?"
The kid's eyes widened at the sight of me as if he forgot that I was there.
"Huh? W- what do you mean?"
"You definitely have experience fighting before, but your swings were wild, and instead of dodging hits, you tanked them only to counter-attack."
His face morphed into fear, he was obviously not comfortable talking about it. I was about to let it go before I was interrupted by the brown-haired girl.
"U- um... Thank you for saving me!" She bowed to the kid beside me.
"Oh, i- it was nothing." He said as he embarrassingly scratched the back of his head.
"You fucker." We all turned to look at the blonde girl. "Do you know who I am? I can just call-"
"Shut the fuck up," I told her. "Do you know who I am?" I said mockingly.
"Hey," I looked at the girl who was being bullied. "She was the one who told those guys to jump on you, right?"
The girl only nodded towards me.
"Wow, can you get any more cliche? You are like one of those bitches in movies who're just written to be a bitch to the protagonist. You even said the whole 'do you know who I am' and blonde hair thing."
"How dare yo-"
"Shut up."
I looked at the bullied girl.
"Aren't you going to get revenge on her? You know, bitches like these don't ever change unless they get a taste of their own medicine, and even then, they won't change. They would probably just end up crying for attention and pity."
"I- I- I don't k-know. I don't l- like getting r- revenge."
"But that doesn't mean that she gets to go unpunished," I said looking at the blonde girl.
Grabbing her by her shirt, I threw her against the wall, before running at her slamming my knee right into her face.
SLAM
The blonde girl's eyer rolled to the back of her head, as blood dripped down from her busted lips and nose. I probably even knocked out a tooth or two.
"Holy shit, Dude! that's too much!" The 'friend' grabbed my arm.
"What? She deserves worse even! She was recording this girl," I pointed at the brown-haired girl. "Being molested, She could have been raped! She's even underage! Look, she's wearing a school uniform!"
I could see as his face flashed into pure rage and anger.
"T- that's enough!" The braided girl yelled at me. "P- please, I don't want anyone else to get hurt.
I looked at her as she was cowering away from my line of sight.
"Fine," I sighed. "We can use her phone as evidence to the police. These kids look over eighteen, but I really doubt that the police will do much to them."
"Hey, girlie," She looked at me. "What is your name?"
"O- oh, I'm Hase, pleased to meet you." She bowed towards me and my 'friend' "You must be Motohama-san and Matsuda-san."
So my friend's name is Matsuda.
"How, did you know who we are?"
"W- well, you two are a part of the infamous Perverted Trio."
Matsuda, Motohama, Perverted Trio. Why do these names remind me of something?
"We go to the same school?"
"Y- yes, I'm wearing the Kuoh Academy school uniform right now. Don't you recognize it? You even peeped at me once."
"C- can you tell me who the third member of the 'Perverted Trio' is?"
Hase looked at me confused before saying. "I believe it's Issei Hyoudou."
Ah, fuck. Please don't tell me I got isekai'd into Highschool DxD.
So I fucking lied when I said it was going to be a 'small' rewrite. Damn, I planned to just make some changes with editing but I wrote a completely new chapter. It will still be pretty similar to my story before the rewrite though. This one just has a more serious tone, compared to the one that changed from crack-fic to serious.
I wanted to write more action scenes since a lot of the complaints from the past story was that everything was really slow, so I'm gonna try to get the plot into this story quicker.
Also, since a lot of my characters are mob characters in the plot. Matsuda, Motohama, don't really have any personalities or backgrounds. That means I need to write their backgrounds, and that is really hard as a complete newbie writer.
Please compare this chapter to the chapter before and tell me what you think, I really need the feedback.