Noah's Hitman:

Chapter 1: Prologue

It was over. There was no hope left for Universe 6. After Hit had seen Jiren defeat Goku without much effort he had decided to try and challenge Jiren himself in the hopes that he could eliminate him. Unfortunately, however, that was not what happened. In spite of Hit's best attempts to take down Jiren nothing seemed to work.

Throughout the fight, Hit had been improving constantly while fighting him and had even managed to catch Jiren by surprise at one point and land a blow which enabled him to use his newest technique, the time cage in order to bind Jiren's movements to make him easier to defeat. Sadly, this didn't work as Jiren was able to get out of it, albeit whilst actually struggling to do so.

As soon as Jiren had gotten out he very quickly made swift work of Hit and eliminated him from the tournament of power. As Hit reappeared up on the stands next to his God of Destruction Champa, He immediately hung his head in shame at his inability to defeat the muscle-bound, spandex wearing warrior. Hit was well aware that he was basically Universe 6's only hope in winning this tournament and saving their universe from annihilation. With his dropout, it was set in stone that Universe 6 would inevitably lose and be erased. Now it was just a waiting game to see how long the rest of his team lasted in there before they got thrown out.

Meanwhile, up in another platform, sat the two omni-kings with their angel supervisor, the Grand Priest standing near them looking down on the events that were going on the tournament following Hit's elimination.

"Wow! that fight was so cool!" The one on the left, aka the present-timeline version of the pint-sized god cheered.

"Yeah, it was! Jiren and Hit were so cool!" His doppelganger, the future-timeline version of Zen'o by the other's right agreed excitedly.

"I loved that time cage thing he did." The left one remarked with the kind of childish enthusiasm one would expect of a five-year old who'd just seen something explode on television.

"I did too!" The other agreed, before his mood seemed to sour. "I don't like that Hit got eliminated though."

The main time-line Zen'o nodded. His mood souring as well. "Yeah, me too… I wish Jiren would've beat him but left him in the ring like he did with Goku. That way we could have seen more of him!"

"I know! I would've loved to see Hit take on that Vegeta guy again in a rematch! That would be so exciting."

"Yeah, me too! But he got knocked off. Which means we will have to erase him once the rest of his team gets eliminated…"

"Yeah, that's kinda sad… He is such a cool guy… To just erase someone as interesting as him would be a waste."

"I know…"

As the conversation between the two Zen'os finished, both having a small air of dejection hanging over them, the Grand Priest, who up till this point had been silently listening to his two lieges conversation, decided to chime in. "You know my dear kings, Hit does not actually have to be erased."

This statement from the grand priest caused both Zen'os to turn their heads to him and look at the father of all angels with a questioning gaze.

"What do you mean Grand Priest?"

"Yeah, yeah, what are you talking about Grand Priest?"

Their responses caused the grand priest to smile. His rulers could be quite cute when they didn't understand something. Though he would never say it out loud, they really did act like children quite a bit of the time, despite how ancient in age they truly were.

"Well, to elaborate on my previous statement, I believe I should let you know that we don't have to erase the assassin from Universe 6. In fact, I have an alternative for you both that is much better than just merely erasing him like the rest."

Now that really got the Zen'os attention! If there really was another way to go about this then they were more than happy to take it.

"Really? That's awesome Grand Priest! So, what did you have in mind?"

"Yeah! What's the plan chief?"

That last comment from the future Zen'o made the grand priest chuckle. Before this tournament had started Son Goku had managed to get his hands on a device called the Xbox with a game of sorts accompanying it called Halo. Ever since playing it the other Zen'o had taken a liking to the character called Master Chief. Since then, he had made several references towards him. The other Zen'o calling him chief being the most recent one.

"Well, my plan is simple my kings. Instead of erasing him, how about we just reincarnate him in another universe outside our multiverse? You know, give him a second chance at life."

Upon hearing the Grand Priest's suggestion, the two Zen'os jumped for joy off of their thrones, which caused the gods of destruction and their angels who couldn't hear what was being said between the three, but were watching nonetheless, to gain looks of confusion as they were unaware as to why the Zen'os were so excited all of a sudden.

"That's a great idea Grand Priest! I can't believe I didn't think of that!" The main time-line Zen'o exclaimed giddily.

The other bobbed his football shaped head in agreement. "Yeah! great idea! Let's do that then!"

At their words of approval, the Grand Priest smiled. While his lieges may act like they don't care about the universes and people that they are destroying other than Son Goku, it was quite clear that if you managed to make a big enough impact on them, like the assassin just had done in his final moments in the tournament, then they weren't without mercy. "Of course, my kings, there is a small caveat to doing such a thing, as I'm sure you're aware."

It took a few seconds for the two child-like gods to figure out what he was referring to. Once they did, both proceeded to pout. The present-timeline Zen'o being the one to speak. "Oh yeah… since he's getting reincarnated, he'll lose all of his cool powers…"

"That sucks…" The other remarked downtrodden. "The way he uses his powers is part of what makes him so cool… to have to take that away from him is kinda sad…"

"Sadly my kings, that is the downside to giving him a new lease like this. Once he's reincarnated, he'll lose his original body, as you both know, and be rewarded with a new one for his soul. However, the same cannot be said for his memories. Those can pass on with him at least, should he choose to keep them." He informed.

"I guess so…" The future version conceded.

"Yeah… you're right…" The present version added. "I still don't want to erase him though… so, I'll go with sending him off." The other version nodded in agreement at his other self's conclusion.

The smile on the Grand Priest's face widened a little. "Well then my kings, should I inform the assassin of his new fate or should I leave it as a surprise?"

"Inform him please." They both replied in unison.

"As you wish, my lords."

With this done, the Grand Priest used his telepathy to contact Hit from his mind so that only he would hear this.

Back on the benches, the assassin had not moved an inch since he had put his head down in shame. Hit now had his eyes closed with a solemn look on his face that showed he was willing to accept the fate that he saw as inevitable. This was of course until he heard a familiar voice in his head.

"Good day assassin, I hope you are doing well."

The sound of this voice caused Hit to poke out one of his eyes and look up at the Omni-kings floating podium with surprise. He knew that voice… It was the voice of… the Grand Priest… But, why was he communicating with him?

"Ahh, I see you've noticed already that I'm the one speaking to you. Not bad assassin of Universe 6, not bad at all."

Not understanding why he was being contacted like this, the millennium old hitman asked, "If I may, Grand Priest, why are you speaking with me?"

"Well it's simple actually. My lords have decided to give you a second chance in another world rather than simply erase you along with the rest of Universe 6."

Upon hearing out what the Grand Priest was communicating to him, Hit's other eye shot open as both his eyes widened considerably from this new information.

"Oh ho, I can see your shocked face from all the way up here. I have to say, that particular look on your face is quite amusing."

Hit ignored what the Grand Priest just said, knowing he was messing with him, and raised his head up to meet the Grand Priest eye to eye for the first time since this telepathic talk began. "Are you serious? I must say, that is a pleasant surprise. May I ask why I am being pardoned from erasure unlike the rest of my universe?"

At Hit's question, the Grand Priest had to chuckle a little harder. It would be amusing to see how the assassin would react to the reason behind him being let off."That's easy to answer. In the kings own words, 'He is such a cool guy, to just erase someone as interesting as him would be a waste'."

This answer that he received was something that Hit was not expecting. To say the legendary hitman had a look of complete disbelief etched on his face from the Grand Priest's reply would be an understatement. In fact, it sounded so absurd that he couldn't help but question its validity. "Grand Priest, is that really the reason? I may not know Zen'o at all, but I feel that there has to be more to it than just that. Forgive me for saying this, but the idea of them letting me live because I looked cool to them sounds absurd."

Up on the podium, the angel nodded sagely. "I guess it would sound absurd given how little you know of the omni-kings. However, I must inform you that the two kings, as you probably observed yourself from their interactions with others, are rather childish despite their age.Believe me when I tell you, because of the childish way that they go about doing things and thinking about things means that once they have decided on something, it will be done no matter what."

"I see… so if I'm to be spared, where will I be going? Will I be working under you or be sent to one of the surviving universes?"

"Neither. The omni-kings and I have decided to send you to a universe completely separate from this multiverse."

Knowing that with their ludicrous power something like that was easy, Hit hummed inwardly in acknowledgement. "I see… well if that's the case, then when will I be sent to this other universe?"

Back up on the podium, the father of all angels smirked at the assassin's answer, seeing him already latching on to the alternative. Not a surprise really, considering his only other fate would be erasure."You will be sent there once your team has been eliminated and are about to be erased."

As soon as the Grand Priest gave his reply, he cut off the telepathic link with Hit's mind and returned his attention to the Zen'os.

"My kings, I have informed the assassin of his new fate."

This news made both Zen'os happy as they nodded their approval whilst smiling ear to ear like giddy children.

"Now we just have to wait for the rest of Universe 6 to be eliminated."

Future Zen'o hummed in agreement. "Mhmm! let's wait!"

Roughly 8 minutes following their conversation, the rest of Universe 6's team had been eliminated. Universe 2 had been as well, though they didn't really matter. Although it seemed as if the Universe 6 Saiyans, along with the rest of the team had accepted their fate and didn't seem to care anymore, if the bull headed Saiyan known as Caulifla chasing those two Namekians around without a care in the world was any indication.

With all their members eliminated the Grand Priest decided now to chime in. "All members of Universe 6 and Universe 2 have dropped out. Therefore, they shall both be erased!"

Universe 2 was the first to be erased as the white aura that came around them before erasure was now engulfing all of Universe 6 except their angel Vados who was exempt.

As Universe 6, minus Hit, were giving their final send-off mainly towards Universe 7, the Grand Priest decided to contact Hit through telepathy again, for what would likely be the last time he along with anyone in this multiverse ever spoke to him again.

"So Hit, are you ready?"

"Yeah, I guess." The purple-skinned alien shrugged.

"That's good to hear. However, I feel I should give you a forewarning before you are transported."

"About what?"

"Once you are transported to this new world, I regret to inform you that your current body will be no more, as your soul will be reincarnated into a new body. In addition to this, unfortunately because of the transfer, you will lose all of your powers."

That statement took Hit off-guard. He was losing all his powers? The powers and abilities he'd worked on and held for a millennium were going to be stripped from him? That… was not good news.

He should've known there'd be a catch. There always was. Such a pardon never came free, after everything he'd seen and witnessed throughout the cosmos in his many years alive, he should've known it wouldn't be a simple affair. Still, it wasn't the end of the world. While losing what he'd spend many of his years busting his ass for was more than a little annoying for his prideful side, If losing his powers was the price he paid to escape his current fate of imminent doom, he was still readily on board. He'd take a wounded pride over utter annihilation any day of the week. "I understand. Those terms are acceptable. Anything else I should know about Grand Priest? Or is that all?"

"Well, since you asked so kindly, I'll let you know that should you choose to right now, you will be allowed to keep your memories of this lifetime at least, once you crossover."

He was allowed to keep his memories if he wished? That was a no-brainer. "I'd like to keep my memories intact." That was all that needed to be said there. Though he may no longer have the skills, abilities or power that he once wielded once he crossed over, at the very least, he'd be able to remember the experiences he'd had, and the people he'd met that had earned his respect. Like Son Goku, and begrudgingly, the very man who'd put him in this situation to begin with, Jiren, among others.

The Grand Priest nodded understandably at the ancient assassin's reply, having known he'd choose to keep them from the start. "Very well then. They shall be kept intact, as you wish. That is all Hit. Now if I were you, I'd get ready, as its about to happen."

Hit nodded his head at that as the Zen'os closed their glowing hands together. Just like that Universe 6 was erased on this spot, with its legendary assassin disappearing to the great beyond.

19th century England…

"Ugh… where am I?" Thought Hit, feeling as though his head had been split open, as he slowly began to open his eyes. Blearily, he tried to look around, but found it too dark to see anything. "What is this place…?"

In most situations like this, anyone else would start to panic or show some form of anxiety, but Hit had been around long enough to know how to temper such an emotion before it could fester. Instead, he made to try and move his limbs to try and get some feeling into what he would guess was his new body. Though they gave him some trouble, he found himself able to move his arms and legs after exerting some effort. Once he did, he found his hands and feet touching up against a surface within the dark, one that felt rather moist. The surface being something that felt familiar to him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was straight away.

"Th… it… mi… eep… shing…" A voice called out very close to him, snapping Hit to attention.

"Who's there?" Though he was normally the silent type given his former profession, Hit tried to call out to the voice, only to find himself incapable of doing so, as little more than a gargled noise escaped him. He narrowed his eyes at this. Did something go wrong during the reincarnation? Had he crossed over without the ability to speak as well? The Grand Priest never warned him of this…

This time, Hit heard a scream. One that unlike the voice from before, came out clear and distinct. It was that of a woman who sounded in deep distress. Though wasn't really his business, he could note the intensely pained inflection in her voice. "What is going on out there…?"

"Tha… it…do… ood…" Hit's brow furrowed. There was that other voice again. Distinctly male, and just like before, whatever he said was scrambled. His ears barely picking the broken words that came out, as though he were trying to listen to a television full of static.

Suddenly, Hit felt some force being applied to him. Nothing actually harmful, more like the feeling of being pushed downwards. It was unfortunate that he no longer had the use of his ki, otherwise he would've immediately sensed for any sort of hostile intent. Though whatever was trying to force him down may not feel hostile, he had learned that you could never be fully sure about such things, and that you always had to remain on-guard to a certain extent.

Still, he felt his body get pushed down further, and whatever surface was around him began to become more restrictive. Eventually, he felt wherever he was stretch out and expand to try and accommodate him. Pressing all over his body as he slowly went down further. For some reason though, he didn't have any real trouble breathing despite the enclosed space, which was starting to feel like some weird kind of tube trying to force him out the other end.

Using his nose, which was scrunched up against the surface, he got a whiff of where he might be. The smell assaulting his nostrils with a bizarre odour that he'd never smelt before in his original body. And yet, for some odd reason, it came off smelling familiar at the same time. He wasn't even sure what to make of such a contradictory feeling.

"That's it… just a little more… I can almost see the head." Came the male voice for the third time, only this time it came out far clearer. It was followed by yet another scream from the woman, who sounded lie she was in complete agony.

"The head? Who's head? Why's he telling the woman to go a little more?" Whatever he was telling her to do was clearly putting her in serious pain, which had him wondering more than ever what it could be. Moreover, it had him wondering yet again where in the hell the Grand Priest had sent him-

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!?" The scream of the woman cut off his thought, reverberating through his ears as within that moment, he felt his head come out of whatever tube he was in, only for his eyes to be assaulting by a blindingly bright, white light. Forcing him to shut his eyes shut immediately lest they be scorched.

"That's it! Well done miss! Just one last push now, and you're done!"

"Hyyyyaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

In that moment, Hit felt his arms be freed, followed by his torso as a pair of hands grabbed under his arms pits, before pulling the rest of him out of the tube. Once he felt his body freed, the luke warm air of his new location biting off his skin and oddly enough being held by someone, Hit slowly opened his eyes again, as he steadily adjusted to the light entering his retinas. Once they adjusted, he found himself looking over a woman laid out on a bed. Dressed in a hospital gown with chestnut brown hair that fell down to her lower back, with several strands framing her forehead and sticking to it as sweat poured off it. The woman, who was breathing heavily now, her youthful, heart shaped face rising and falling alongside her chest with every breath she took. Her eyes opening as she looked back at him, her ruby red pools staring into his, being a lighter shade than his own eye colour had been. Through the heavy breathing, the woman seemed to smile at him, in the kind of way only a mother could to their young.

Wait… she was giving him that look…

No… couldn't be…

Cautiously looking down, Hit saw the woman had her legs spread wide open, bent at the knee, with her womanhood exposed and stretched between her legs to bastardising proportions, as something red that seemed to protrude out of it, and was more than likely connected to him was cut off at the seams.

Focusing in on the thing that proceeded to flop to the floor, he inwardly paled as he recognised what it was…

An umbilical cord…

"You've got to be kidding me…" Hit thought to himself in utter disbelief as the truth of what was going on hit him like a ton of bricks…

"Congratulations miss Lyra, you've got yourself a healthy baby boy!" The male voice, revealed to that of a doctor, exclaimed with a mixture of joy and relief.

And cut!

Well now, I've been meaning to get this crossover started for some time now. For those of you who don't know, I'm quite the D. Gray man fan, as it's the first shounen anime I ever watched/read. For some time now, I've wanted to make my own crossover between these two series with Hit as my main character. Given the title, it shouldn't be too difficult to figure out what's going to happen to our resident badass hitman in the near future of this fic. I could've picked a more ambiguous title to make it more of a guessing game as to what'll happen to him in the world of exorcists, akuma, noah, and the millennium earl himself, but to be honest, I believe the title just sounds right to me.

Now, as for the beginning and why it's mostly taken from the starting chapter of my other fic involving Hit going to the Sekirei universe, I'll be honest. I kinda got lazy, and didn't want to come up with a new bit for the start, as I felt it does it's job of setting up what happens decently enough.

For those of you who are familiar with my amateurish work, you'll now I'm for the most part, a fanservice/smut writer. This story will be different from the others, as I intend to tone down the fanservice and smut element greatly in this fic. That doesn't mean it won't be here in a small spurt or two on the odd occasion, Like say for a humorous comedy scene, or one that involves a particular location or something that calls for it to a degree, but for the most part, it will be absent here.

As far as updates go past this, this chapter was simply to get the ball rolling. Updates for this will be rather sporadic until after Christmas, where I'll try to update it on a bi-weekly basis.

Anyways, I'll see you guys either on my other fics, or this one when it's updated again. Have a good one!