ATTENTION: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF HIGH SCHOOL DXD. ALL CREDIT BELONGS TO CREATORS AND THEIR CORRESPONDING PARTNERS!

-The Other Side-

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State your name for the books please…

"Senjougahara, Mitsuki."

It was almost cliche, as if straight out of a movie. Mitsuki remembered everything about the day that changed his life. Thinking about it even disgusted him. It was the metropolitan track conference, the sporting event right before semi-finals. To be exact, it was during Mitsuki's last run to place in the top competing slots. He had just lowered himself into the starting position, thinking about the hurdles in front of him when disaster struck.

That morning he hadn't been feeling too well.

A mix of adrenaline, excitement and ignorant pride led him to lie to the physicians checking the contestants. Though seeming so little, it opened an inconsequential fate to Mitsuki.

Senjougahara remembered the sound of the gun going off, ringing in his ear and feeling overly disorienting. The crowd's cheers buzzed him, his vision soon becoming cloudy. It was pure confusion mixed with terror as it was suddenly lights out.

Mitsuki's body collapsed to the ground immediately after.

From then on, it was just hazy.

He remembered a feeling of mild pain sitting across his body, possibly from the collapse. Wait, no, that pain was actively coursing through his veins. Every inhale of breath turned his blood cold as ice. Mitsuki woke up later, hooked up to different machines and IV's drugging him like the 70's. He couldn't remember how he got there. The most Senjougahara recalled was his mother crying and screaming at someone over the phone. Probably his dad, too busy at work to care.

Yet, relief did settle in once the diagnosis came in. His mother remained bitter sweet at the news; happy that he was going to live, torn to hear that he had been succumbing to a minor blood disease that needed treatment.

His extended stay involved visits from his mother and even his school track team who brought him little gifts. Despite his weak responses, Mitsuki treasured each and every one of the cards he was given. For someone who didn't have any friends, the track team knew how to treat him like family.

Occasionally a doctor came by to check on the young man, seeing how he was feeling and asking if he was feeling any better. The answer was always no. Each day his body seemed to get heavier and his blood felt like it was freezing. A new feeling he described was having a harder time breathing; muscle fatigue.

One visit while Mitsuki was meeting with one of the track coaches, he started to suffocate. The last thing he remembered was a doctor running in through the door into his room. He could only imagine what he looked like. Possible clasping at his throat or flailing around like a fish out of water. Embarrassing. Thankfully after he regained consciousness, a breathalizer pumped air into his lungs by itself. Some time later, the doctor entered again, but with Mitsuki's parents by his side. This was apparently news that no one wanted to hear. The hospital accidentally misdiagnosed Mitsuki's blood disease. It was a rare and aggressive variant that they didn't have a treatment for and it was killing the young man quicker than they expected.

It was after one conversation between the doctors and Mitsuki's parents, discussing options and potential solutions, that Mitsuki himself slowly gave up. It was hard coming to terms that his life was possibly coming to an end. Even after the options were provided, there seemed to be no good choices.

One option was to keep him in the hospital and try and experiment with different treatments. The other was to let him live out the rest of his days peacefully before he went. While not truly religious, Mitsuki knew would have to make peace with a god before passing on.

The whole situation was destroying his family. His mother was arguing more with his father. He was always at work, making minimal effort to see their son. Deep down, everyone was suffering and getting desperate. Treatment after treatment failed and only made Mitsuki more anxious.

It didn't help when his death date was marked a week from his most recent visit. At this point, Senjougahara was on every machine available. Living, but confined to a bed in a vegetable-like state. That was no way to live.

About four days away from Mitsuki's death date he was approached by the familiar doctor, alerting him that he is being transferred to a different facility to undergo experimental treatment that could make or break for a cure. Of course, this was too captivating. Everyone in the room sounded confident. That was when he noticed two new people in his room. A blonde haired woman in black clothing, similar to a priest, and a frazzled scientist who seemed to talk a lot.

After the talks, the scientist and assistant requested time alone with Mitsuki, introducing themselves as members of the church. At that moment, Mitsuki felt like freaking out. This must have been it! The moment he was going to die and these people were going to pray for him.

Quite the opposite actually. The blue-eyed woman introduced herself as Aviana Pendragon and her quirky partner was a researcher by the name of Dr Sudachi Heisenberg. Odd name for a Japanese-looking man. They addressed the teen and alerted him that his parents had been attending church more recently and been praying for his recovery. The church offered them an experimental treatment that could most definitely save his life and grant him immunity to future illnesses.

Senjougahara could have cursed them for preying on desperate parents for money and medicine. Yet, they clarified that his family didn't have to pay a dime. All they wanted was Mitsuki for a moment of their time. Was this really going to work? Well he didn't have a choice. Apparently his parents had signed the contract and he was to be transported immediately. What could be the catch?

A couple weeks later and an operational success, Mitsuki was able to get out of bed and breathe on his own. Dr Heisenberg came in and told him that his body had adapted well to the treatment and cured him of his blood disease. The only remaining issue was his eyesight was blurry, a plausible side effect.

The good doctor reassured that he would soon be examined and fitted by the church staff. Fitted? It confused Mitsuki. He seemed to be a successful lab rat, but what exactly was he being examined for besides his eyes? Why was the eccentric doctor so excited?

Maybe he was being skeptical, but Mitsuki had just gotten out of an experimental operation and had his quiet invaded by a loud-mouthed ballerina; yes, the doctor. There was a bunch of gibberish being spouted from his mouth, stuff about body growth, balance, dedicating the rest of his life to the church exorcist order as per the contract. Wait, what? There it was; the catch to all this.

That was the apparent deal. In return for saving his life, he was to serve the church. Damn, he should have known nothing in life was free.

Besides coming to terms that he would have to get comfy with the whole religious factor, Mitsuki learned to cope with the fact that he was going to be missing school. Sure, he may have no friends, but something about the socialization of school kept him sane. Now that summer was arriving, he was fully convinced he would miss his next year of junior high.

Being an exorcist meant a lot, especially for a 14 year old boy still in school. He had to prepare himself for the 'rowdy adventures', as Dr Heisenberg called it, that stood ahead in his path. His whole life was being flipped on its side. He was now even more isolated than before. It didn't help that he had no real friends growing up, but being taken out of school was doubling down on that loneliness. He was constantly examined, taken from room to room in some facility -who knows where- being fitted and prepped for the special course he was going to inevitably be thrown into.

At this point, Mitsuki was just trying to make the most of it. Man, when was the last time he saw his parents? Was he even allowed to leave? Well, not until they were finished, as Heisenberg-Sensei came to reveal. But through the process, Senjougahara was also recorded down and logged as an official exorcist member. His papers were being processed and other information too. Before he was let go from all the fitting initiations, there was one last thing he was asked for.

State your name for the books please…

"Senjougahara, Mitsuki."

What is your name, recruit?

"Senjougahara Mitsuki of Kuoh Town, Japan."

That was the first time he met her, it was during his orientation to the Exorcist Academy in connection with the Vatican. It was just after the presentation, in the main amphitheater, when the recruits were emptying out and leaving. She was standing at the end of his row, arms folded and waiting almost impatiently. When the row got close to emptying, Xenovia stepped back, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

Mitsuki Senjougahara had been on the elders radar right after he was confirmed to be a success from the experimental blood treatment. He was also hyped up as a relentless fighter, soul survivor, school athlete and track star. His school report card also pleased the elders, listing him as outstanding intelligence.

So imagine her shock when she was expecting the next Hermes to be walking towards her, only to be a small, scrawny bookworm with nerd glasses. Once he got to the end of the row, she held out her hand to stop him.

To Mitsuki's credit, he didn't flinch. He just stopped and looked at her hand.

"Oh, Hello." He muttered rather calmly. He eyed up the blue-haired woman before meeting her eyes.

Xenovia let out a soft sigh. She was expecting a superhero to walk amongst men, giving reason to investigate the quiet rumors herself. She did want to put a face to the name.

"What is your name, recruit?" She began, taking another glance towards the boy's body and face.

"Senjougahara Mitsuki of Kuoh Town, Japan." He briefly answered.

"So you're the one our elders have been talking about." The blue-haired exorcist tried not to sound disappointed, yet it clearly leaked through her voice.

Mitsuki shrugged his shoulders. He really didn't have too much to comment on. Of course he would be talked about if an experimental treatment worked. So he wasn't surprised. "I suppose I am. May I ask your name?"

"Xenovia Quarta of the catholic church, mid-order exorcist. Technically, I'm your superior and your assigned battle-buddy." Xenovia imposed a meaningful look on the boy. While it may have meant little to nothing as he was fresh blood, she decided a few minutes of personal satisfaction was worth it.

"It is nice to meet you, Quarta-senpai." Mitsuki kept it short and sweet. But of course, he was curious as to why he was being stopped by her. By the time they began talking, the small theater was cleared out, not another fellow exorcist in sight. "How may I help you?"

"No need. I wanted to introduce myself to you as we will be crossing paths again. Have you been fitting in well? I had been informed that you were ripped straight out of your summer break from junior high." Blunt as always, Xenovia wanted to get her point across.

Senjougahara felt slightly intimidated. Her monotone voice and outgoing aura was very imposing. "Oh, uh, thank you, Quarta-senpai. I guess I have been feeling better. Tomorrow is the first day of official boot camp. We are soon beginning our training, so I wanna be as ready as I can for it." He started to slowly try and move around the girl, quickly discouraged once she remained still like a brick wall. It was clear she may not have had the best social queues.

"That is also why I am here. To properly do a full introduction as your partner." She finally stepped out of the way.

"I suppose I really don't have a choice, now do I?"

"You can decline and wait until your instructor properly partners us together." Xenovia informed. This was one of the first times she ever had someone challenge a meeting like that, perhaps they could have been Mitsuki's first friend.

"Then I think I can wait. I might as well go to sleep early and get some rest. I can only imagine what life is gonna be like tomorrow." He krept past Xenovia, only to notice her following him.

"But, our introduction-"

"We will meet again tomorrow. Oh, and, thank you, Quarta-senpai." Mitsuki rubbed the back of his head and left the theater.

"You're welcome." Her neutral expression remained as she let out a sigh. Both of her golden eyes locked on the boy, monitoring him leaving the room. Now that this is over, she can go and fulfill her other duties. The following day was going to be a grand milestone.

All recruits fall in line!

"Yes ma'am!"

The first time he saw her, he had to admit, he was taken back. Mitsuki was stunned by the body the woman had, fighting his own hormones from rushing to the wrong areas. Being in a room full of young guys and girls, rushing hormones seemed to be a thing in common. Thankfully, Mitsuki wasn't that obvious.

The first thing he noticed was her hat. It was a sturdy captain's hat, just like a police officer or soldier would wear. That was an even more grim reminder that this place would be just like boot camp.

The other teens in the room probably focused on her large chest. For an instructor of the church it could be ironically argued that her body was rather sinful, encouraging lust. But her booming voice was enough to shock all recruits to the core.

"All recruits fall in line!" It was a tone that commanded you to rise when she spoke. Mitsuki and a few other found themselves standing and shouting in return:

"Yes ma'am!"

The baby blue-haired instructor laid down the law the first moment she entered the room. Her eyes fired daggers through each and every exorcist she spotted. "I am your head of academics, Magdalena Kolasa. I don't care what gender, race or ethnic culture you are. You are to refer to me as Ma'am or Captain at all times. Do I make myself clear?!"

"Yes Captain!" The entire room roared at once.

"You may all be seated!"

Mitsuki instantly crashed his butt down into his seat. He was really not in the game at the moment. His eyes scanned the room looking at each and every recruit around him. Were they all forced into this or did they choose this path? Some looked young. Others seemed to be a bit older, maybe high school or college. Yet, he noticed their faces out of everything. Some faces were calm and dull, while others were nervous or impatient. There was a weird range with it. He seemed to get lost in this thought not to notice the entire class looking directly at him.

The teen tensed up. Why was everyone looking at him? Or rather, why were they looking behind him?

"You must be Mr. Senjougahara, correct?" Instructor Kolasa's heavy voice pressed down on Mitsuki's stomach like a ton of bricks.

Yet, there was a glimmer of something flashing in her eyes. It wasn't malice or anger.

"Y-Yes Captain." Mitsuki stood up and bowed in front of his instructor out of respect.

"Interesting." Magda answered with an intrigued expression. "I just wanted to see the person the elders can't shut up about. I suppose I can say I'm rather disappointed." After saying her part, she swayed her hips back to the front of the room, no doubt gathering the attention of every single male recruit.

"Psst. Senjougahara. What the hell was that all about?" The recruit next to him whispered. He was more confused than anyone about the weird series of events that just transpired in that classroom.

Magdalena Kolasa had already established herself as head instructor and a captain to the upcoming exorcist order. She was different from all the students, of course being a 6 foot 2 inch tall superior, but there was something about her that Mitsuki felt almost gravitated to. It was a feeling in him that reacted to his body. No! It wasn't anything nefarious! He had this same feeling when meeting Dr Heisenberg and being in his presence.

The teen didn't know if he should look into it after hours or leave it be. He was a curious cat and an intuitive one at best. Wherever there was smoke, there was fire.

Despite assuring himself that he was not going to be a sneak, Mitsuki found his own feet taking him out of bed that night. There were still many things that truly didn't sit right with him. Despite doing one day of classes and physical fitness training, something about the day wasn't fulfilling enough.

He was walking out of his quarters to the open lounge that served snacks from a machine. It wasn't lights out in the trainee sector yet, so he assumed other exorcists were out and about. Arriving at the lounge, the teen felt a tingle in his right hand. It started in his palm and spread to his finger tips. He had been getting this feeling ever since he got close to Instructor Kolasa. He contemplated finding one of them and addressing the situation.

"Senjougahara? Are you alright?" Xenovia waved her hand in front of his face, concerned about her partner.

Mitsuki blinked, looking at the blue-haired exorcist. "Yeah, I'm fine. How may I help you?"

"No, it's nothing. I spotted you while heading back to my room and you were spacing out. Are you sure you're ok?" She pointed out, scratching the side of her head.

"No, no. I'm fine. I was just thinking about- Senpai Kolasa." Way to go! Great save from team Mitsuki!

Xenovia shrugged and gave a slight smirk. "Same as half the other recruits in our unit. I don't blame you, but you shouldn't have sinful thoughts about her. Looking to get a snack from the machine?"

"Eh." Mitsuki pretended to seem indecisive. He felt like he was running out of things to say to the golden-eyed superior. "I Don't think I have any money. I'll go back to my room and get some."

"I can pay for you." Xenovia reached into her pocket, pulling out a few coins.

"There's no need, Quarta-senpai."

"Are you sure?" Xenovia asked, it was obligation to break bread with her partner and the desire to get something to eat at this hour.

"I'm sure. Thank you for the offer." Mitsuki waved off his battle-buddy, leaving the lounge. "Save it for yourself. You'll never know when you may need it."

Senjougahara watched the girl disappear from sight as he turned the corner. Now, a pensive, determined expression came across his face.

"I'm just going to find Captain Kolasa and tell her that I misheard her saying she wanted to see me." He assured himself. "Worse case scenario, she plays it off as a mistake. Miscommunications happen all the time right?" Mitsuki snorted to himself, ridiculously. "Yeah, she'll buy that."

Using whatever time he had left, he sought out for the administrative area of the facility. Other questions started to come to mind. Why was he so trusting of these people? Where were they even? What were his parents thinking, signing contracts without reading the fine print?!

Following the odd tingle in his fingers to the administrative deck, led by signs written in English and- German? He recognized the odd text. He spotted Italian and Japanese text as well. What was this place? It had to be somewhere where all those languages mattered. Every corner he turned looking for the Captain seemed to be unveiling more and more answers.

That's when he stopped outside an open door. His fingers started to tingle more than before, causing the teen to become more skeptical. That's when he saw the nametag on the office door frame.

Dr. Sudachi Heisenberg PHD

Entering the empty office made his stop in his tracks. He jokingly braced himself to see tons of experimental vials and typical doctor equipment one would see in a cheesy movie. Hell, he even expected to see a head in a jar! Getting ready for the cliche, Mitsuki froze up at how spot on he was.

The layout and ongoing experiments in the room revealed that there was definitely more than meets the eye when it came to Dr Heisenberg. Sure, he tried to assume that the man was not a crazy scientist who wanted to play God for the church, as it was bad to assume the worst in everyone. The doctor's goofiness left a huge impression that was hard to shake off being anything more than that.

He could somewhat understand that not everyone was normal. But Mitsuki came to the conclusion that the doctor was outright out of his mind. And if he wanted proof? He just took in the office space around them.

What was surprising was the holographic imagery that appeared around the desks. It appeared that this office was ripped right out of the year 3000 with all of the technology and machinery taking place. The binary code and wording everywhere was recognizable, but hard to put into words.

One of the tablets had an odd text reading ORACLE ordinance 177-2: Arrogant Jackal - REJECTED. While seeming fully unknown to the young man, he couldn't help but let curiosity get the better of him. It was a guilty pleasure to Senjougahara; nerd stuff seemed to be his level of expertise. Pressing his finger on the screen, a small projection came up showing different mechanical body parts, too bulky to be an android and too heavy to be armor. Numbers and different diagnostic codes appeared on the tablet, revealing the diagram of a large robot-looking machine. Mitsuki felt his inner nerd burning with passion. This was just like those mecha shows and figures out on the market! Either Dr Heisenberg was a geek to the fullest or he was a god at making toys.

The next hurdle appeared besides the test of courage to enter. A red exclamation point above the robot's left arm. It blinked, drawing Senjo's finger to press it. Once more Mitsuki was swarmed with binary code and numbers. Multiple parts of the arm were pointed out to be flawed by number and equation. All of those were listen out on the tablet with two words below them: INPUT SOLUTION _ - _ - _

To the average person, they would have thrown the tablet away and kept exploring. But no, Mitsuki was rappled in. Looking around the Dr's office, he broke out a pen and paper and wrote out the equations for each part. To be fair, there were only three. At first the formula looked intimidating, being numbers and symbols. But once lined up with the other problems, they were simply extensions of algebraic expressions.

The arms were discovered to have their hydraulic thrust misinputted, giving the error codes. By the time the teen was finished. A green check mark appeared over the arm with the text: ORACLE ordinance 177-2: Arrogant Jackal - APPROVED.

Sweating bullets, Mitsuki put down the tablet and stood back. Did- Did he just do that? Did he discover a secret robot project and- fix its error? No, that had to be some sort of joke. The solutions were done by an above-average intelligence middle schooler, not some math genius! Regardless, the sound of different footsteps alerted the boy. Quickly putting down the tablet, he rushed off out of the room and towards the direction of his quarters. What had he done?

The new footsteps entering the room walked straight up to the tablet. Pale hands picked it up and scrolled through the recently approved diagnostic change. A smile crept across Dr Heisenberg's face as he looked up at the camera in the quarter of his office. "Is that enough proof?" He snarked towards the lens.

"Yes, yes it is. It was already alarming that the boy survived the treatment, but for him to display that intelligence seals the deal." Aviana's voice muttered through Sudachi's earpiece. In one of the control rooms, she sat watching the camera into Heisenberg's office.

Joining her was none other than Captain Magdalena Kolasa and a blonde gentleman with slicked back hair and a jean jacket on. For Magda, she was truly curious about Mitsuki ever since she had gotten word the boy survived the Oracle experiment. Now he was performing miracles before her eyes. Looking at Aviana, she let out a sigh. "I see. Tell Sudachi to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. I'm tired of staring at it all night."

On the screen Dr Heisenberg was flossing before the three, not caring how distasteful his dancing was. He was purely filled with joy and an 'I told you so' look. He was enough to annoy a few and amuse the many.

"Doctor." Aviana pinched the bridge of her nose. "You are aware that a recruit entered your office, tampered with your electronics without proper knowledge or permission from a superior."

"I knowwwww!" He replied with a coy smile. He looked down at the tablet, admiring the APPROVED flashing text at his fingertips. "I was watching him too. Remember?

"We remember." The man retorted. Galliard didn't see why he had to partake in watching a recruit. His only chore around this damned facility was to administer the field test and give out physical exams. "I don't get paid enough for this. Why was I called here too?"

"Because, you are one the only people here who has a greater influence than the typical superior." Aviana informed.

"I guess that's the kind way of saying, 'we don't want to make it obvious that we are keeping you as our caged beast here'..."

Typing away on the keyboard, she dug through the recently administered archives to find Mitsuki's file. Once on screen, she opened the results from the blood treatment. "Mitsuki Senjougahara, a recent person of interest to us. He has shown on multiple accounts that he is more than qualified to pilot for the ORACLEs."

"Well when you put it like that, it makes me actually want to care." Galliard snarked. He really wasn't in the mood for small talk or being briefed. To be fair, he just wanted to be asleep. His kind needed their sleep too, just like humans.

Magdalena pursed her lips in thought. It was odd for Aviana to be working in Heisenberg's favor this hard. Perhaps she owed him a favor?

Sudachi was getting desperate. He knew that Aviana and the Pendragon fund were pressuring him more and more to show results for the Oracles of Earth, which the eccentric doctor had been dragging on and on to find a final member to pilot his 'failure' of a project. Dr Sudachi Heisenberg, half blood genius of Europe, renowned and hailed by many, had been stuck with a mistake; the result of biting off a little more than he can chew.

Aviana has had the unpleasant chore of being the director and messenger of the Pendragon funding, often listening in on each and every excuse the doctor had for why they haven't found their last pilot. She swears he reuses excuses and just swaps names.

Still, despite how sympathetic she was for the ORACLE project, the woman was pushed closer and closer to shutting it down. But, Sudachi had provided a final test subject who already completed half the journey and showed great smarts. The least she could do was ride on this last opportunity to see whether the doctor will finesse or flop.

That was her reward to the doctor: A gift of chance.

Dr Heisenberg knew that this was a delicate subject. He knew Mitsuki was binded to the contract and the exorcist order could possibly do whatever they wanted to him. He was their property. But, Sudachi knew that it would only turn Mitsuki further and further away from being an ideal candidate. He also knew the Pendragon family was breathing down his neck. Aviana, secretly envied by Dr Heisenberg for her power and influence in the field, was more powerful than almost everyone in that facility. But, with this chance and enough time, he knew he could raise his own popularity and finally earn a seat back among the facility council!

Hounding Mitsuki about this position was sure to create suspicion. But, if Heisenberg slowly worked his way into his life and then dropped the small bombs about his qualifications, then he could attain his last pilot for the Oracles of Earth.

Just thinking about it made the doctor giggle like a little girl. He knew Mitsuki would need to go through some training first. He had only just begun.

The next morning was processing all that had happened. Yes, now he had solid proof that there was something up with the Dr, Yes there was a specific reason he was sought after and Yes, he may or may not be a genius. The last part was a little bit of pride talking in his ear. Either way, Dr Heisenberg was far beyond a basic scientist. He was some sort of technological supermind!

Mitsuki went through the normal routine. Captain Kolasa woke up the cadets at 0500 Facility time. He dressed, freshened up and made his bed, all while appearing fresh as a daisy for morning lineup.

Before he was in exorcist training, Mitsuki saw himself up around 7am for junior high, maybe sleeping in till 9 on the weekends. But this was a drastic change. Captain Kolasa's degrading yells woke him and immediately got his body moving like it had been jabbed with energy.

So, leaving his quarters and standing outside of them, he united with Xenovia and completed the morning push-up routine.

Once it was over, it was report time to martial arts training. Walking with Xenovia, Senjo noticed the blue-haired girl lean towards him a bit.

"Hey, I don't think you know it yet, but you missed some good chips in the vending machine last night." Xenovia stated. Despite her retort sounding like a joke, she was very much being serious. "If I can describe the crispy sensation of thinly sliced potato breaking apart in my mouth, perhaps it would go as a best selling poem. I haven't had such a treat in ages."

"Are you finished?"

"Yes."

Xenovia composed herself, nodding to her battle-buddy. "I left a bag in your room last night."

"Thank you, I- how did you get in my room?" Mitsuki faced Xenovia with a bewildered stare and hint of an awkward smile. Now this girl was giving him weird vibes. He didn't want to come off insulting in the event Xenovia was insane. "Nevermind. Thank you, Quarta-senpai."

As if the morning wasn't strange enough, fate decided that it was the perfect time to team up with life and metaphysically clothesline Mitsuki right before he reported to the main training area.

Captain Magdalena Kolasa, Dr Sudachi Heisenberg and Aviana Pendragon were all posted up on both sides of the doorways, eyes glued and directed on Mitsuki, as if they were waiting for him.

Any other time, Mitsuki would take it as a bit of flattery and motivation to work hard. But after last night's events, he knew exactly what was coming.

The last bit of hope that he was not their intended target was squashed once Dr Heisenberg extended his childish smile. "Mitsuuuukiiii." He flamboyantly called. "We would really appreciate it if-"

Snap!

"-if you can come with us to have a talk. There are things we wish to discuss with you." Aviana snapped her fingers in front of the scientist, silencing him like an eager child. Clearly bored of his antics, she just wanted to get the point across.

You see, any other day of the week, Mitsuki wouldn't mind being pulled out of a class-wide ass-kicking to exchange a few words. But, being stared down like he's on Japan's Most Wanted, was turning his stomach from uncomfortable to downright painful.

"Pray for me, Quarta-senpai." Senjou uttered.

Xenovia gave her partner a pat on the shoulder before leaving him alone with their superiors.

After a brisk walk across the training facility, Mitsuki and the others landed in an empty room prepared just for them.

"So, Senjougahara-kun." Dr Heisenberg crossed one leg over the other, resting his cheek against his hand. "Is it safe to assume that you are aware why you are here today?"

Mitsuki didn't even think about lying. That ought to put him in deeper crap than he was probably already in. "Yes, Doctor. My intrusion into your office and tampering with your electronics." The pressure from the three superiors squeezed his confession out of him effortlessly.

The three superiors exchanged easy glances. They understood Mitsuki was well expecting this moment to come. Seeing as they had no intent to reprimand or punish him, this was a good thing.

"Anything… else?" The scientist leaned forward. At any moment he was ready to fly out of his seat. The only thing keeping him calm was Aviana's dull expression.

Senjo thought for a moment, letting the dots connect in his head. They expected more of a confession than that, right? Yeah. "I also may have solved some problems regarding an experiment involving a robot. I assume it was a project I was not supposed to see. Please-" he rose from his seat and bowed before his senpai, "-forgive me Doctor! I will assure nothing like that will happen again."

Sudachi couldn't control his giggling as he clapped his hands together. "Bravo! Bravo Senjo-kun!" He faced Aviana and Magda, looking like a child on Christmas Day. "Oh, won't you look at that! He's perfect. Strong, smart, honest and polite! They don't make teenagers like this nowadays!"

"Depends where they come from." Magda corrected. "He is from Kuoh Town, Japan. Japanese culture is strict, polite and not tolerating those who bring shame to them. You would know, doctor."

Dr Heisenberg shrugged. "I was only there for a short amount of time. But living the rest of my adolescent years in Munich, I got to see how the little kids there played around and acted! Very, very different from Tokyo."

"I also wouldn't call him strong just yet." Kolasa commented. Sure, beating terminal illness was a feat, but on the battlefield, it meant nothing to her. There were more immediate threats in the world than a blood disease. "This is the recruits' third day of training. Most of their studies have been bible study and benchmarks. On top of that, we just rescued him from Galliard's ass kicking."

"Right. So, Senjo-kun. What were your thoughts on the little project you explored? I assumed all young men were fans of mechanical robots and suits!" Sudachi was getting incredibly giddy.

"Uh, I only saw it last night and just fixed the formulas. I guess next time they need to be double checked before being put out?" He really didn't know what else to say. Also, who was Galliard and what was his ass-kicking?

"Fair response." Aviana nodded. "Though I am surprised. You seem to have a more relaxed expression than most once they find out we are commissioning fully functioning mechs made for piloting."

"Wait, you're building mechs?!" Mitsuki perked up, now shocked that his silly guesses were actually on the ball.

"I guess you didn't know that." The blonde Pendragon stood corrected at the teen's perplexed expression.

"This must be some sort of joke, correct? I mean the doctor seems like he is having too much fun with this." Through his glasses he sharply spotted every little snicker and giggle coming from Dr Heisenberg. "Prove it."

The doctor then held out his hands as his chest began to glow. A large story book started to take formation in his hands. After a brief flash, he displayed the black hard-covered book to Mitsuki titled: THE ARROGANT JACKAL

"Arrogant Jackal." Mitsuki gasped. He remembered the directive on the tablet he was using. It was Oracle Ordinance uhhh something something dash 2? He couldn't remember, but the tingling feeling in his hand returned stronger than ever. Ignoring it, Mitsuki was captivated by the book opening and showing a light projection of the full body of the mech.

"Do you believe us now, Senjo-kuuuuun?" Dr Heisenberg cooed, a playful smile on his lips.

Mitsuki ignored him and kept his eyes glued on the floating image in front of him. The design of it looked heavy and clunky, yet sleek at the same time. He couldn't describe it, but he felt pulled into the book, as if it was calling to him.

"Recruit Senjougahara." Magda beckoned him with her commanding tone. "Eyes up. This isn't the time to doze off."

"Yes, Captain, my apologies." He nodded. Looking at the tips of his fingers, Mitsuki felt them tingle more, becoming more sensitive to the air around them. Were they reacting to the book? "I'm sorry. I've just had this weird feeling in my hand after the operation. It started after I met Dr Heisenberg and got stronger after I met you, Captain. I can't explain it. Is it just a side effect?"

Magdalena rose from her seat and looked down at the younger boy. She had felt that same feeling about him, secretly being drawn to Mitsuki more; in the curious sense. "We haven't begun our lessons about the supernatural in our classes just yet, but it doesn't hurt then to give you a brief 'tutoring'. I assume you know nothing about the supernatural and sacred gears?"

"I know some myths and legends, Captain. I know nothing about sacred gears, ma'am." He responded. "May I ask why, Captain?"

The doctor held up his hand, signaling he had the answers. "To put it short, they are abilities gifted to the world by God for humans to utilize and protect themselves with. A power up or a boost! That is exactly that these machines are. They are further extensions of my sacred gear titled, Dream Walker. All that you need to know is that my gear is capable of producing the very robot you see here. Well, not the image; a much larger functional contraption. And I would like you to pilot it."

Mitsuki blinked, surprised by all this information. "Why? Why me?"

"Because, it would be criminal to not push you to discover your true potential! Your intelligence and discipline could make you into the prime candidate to pilot the Arrogant Jackal." Apparently Dr Heisenberg was the type to lean forward and plant both his hands on Mitsuki's shoulders when excited; easily caught up in the moment. "As a fellow nerd it is my duty, no, my honor to see what you are truly made of!"

Mitsuki sat there, dumbfounded by all of this. Was he some chosen one to a prophecy? He gave Aviana a concerned look, only for her to softly smile and say:

"Dr Heisenberg wants a pilot so I don't shut down his project and crush his fragile childish dreams."

The aforementioned doctor coughed, drawing back from Mitsuki with embarrassment written all over him, "When you put it like that! It sounds like I'm using him!"

"That's pretty much what you are doing." The blonde pointed out. "Look, Mr Senjougahara. While you do seem promising for the project, you are only on your third day. If you wish, we will monitor you and come to an eventual decision about having you join as a pilot. It's exclusive training, rooming and interaction with others like you. If not, we will let you continue your course unbothered and I will have to discuss a possible shut down with the head of the facility. So, what do you say, Mr Senjougahara?"

"Well after weighing my options to either be spied on or guilt tripped, I guess I accept." Mitsuki sighed in defeat.

Later that night, Mitsuki light limped into his room after the ass-kicking the recruits received in physical training. While getting ready for bed, he thought to himself:

"Man, what the hell was today all about?"

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I know I know. Another story? Why?! Listen, I promise I'm working on Heaven's Shining Diamond and Excommunicado Voyuer. I'm just piloting this chapter to see how well it does among the DxD

Now, this is a much stranger take on the universe. We all hear stories from OC's being reincarnated with the Gremory Peerage, OC's hating or replacing Issei. All that stuff! The show taught us that the devils were the victims and we should root for them cause of boobs!

Well, what if we took in the perspective from... the other side? The side of the Exorcist Legion. NOT STRAY EXORCISTS. Huge difference. Under the Vatican the Exorcists have rules and order nd all that stuff that isn't reflected on until the LN.

Here we have an OC who had a life changing event... but instead of being taken in by a big-chested redhead or a lustful devil, he was brought in by the other side and began being raised on their values. Now for those of you are a fan of Mecha, I plan to make this a DxD x mecha BUT I know how to make it work and fit in canon and lore wise. I already hinted at it in the story. If things go well and I have muse to write it, we will explore.

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