Chapter one: The Day Everything Changed
Disclaimer: I do not own Highschool DxD
'Holy shit, school is boring.' a young man cursed in his thoughts as he slammed his head against his desk repeatedly, a bruise on his forehead forming and fading quickly as he repeated the action. "Mister Kono." his teacher snapped, her eyes focusing on him as his head stopped mid-slam , "Do you have something to say about my lesson?"
'No. Just want you to know how many incomplete sentences you're using.' His friend, Issei Hyoudou, poked him in the back as he closed his eyes to sleep. "Kazuto, you got to stick it out. The school superintendent is here and your just pissing off Miss Riley." Kazuto nodded his head on his desk as he closed his eyes and waited for the bell to ring.
"So as for summer vacation." Miss Riley announced as the final two minutes of class remained and the class sat at the edge of their seats. "As you know I..." She stopped talking as the superintendent scribbled on his page, most likely making a decision if she deserved that twenty percent bonus. Now since this was english class and you can't have incomplete sentences and Kazuto was an insufferable smartass at times, he decided to finish her sentence.
"Wanna rock and roll all night!" , Kazuto sang the lyrics to "Rock and Roll All Night" by KlSS which happened to be his teacher's least favorite song and did a weird movement with his arms, "And party every day!" The entire class laughed at Kazuto's antics. Even the superintendent was laughing which was weird since it wasn't even that funny.
Two minutes of boring reprimands later, Kazuto dashed out the door as the bell rang and quickly ran out the push door. 'Shit! Shit! Shit! Almost there!' Kazuto stood at the entrance to the bus until he was thrown to the ground, a kick to the ribs silencing his protests before he was forced to his feet.
"Nice try, Kono." , a deep voiced male said as he grabbed Kazuto by his throat and threw him into an alley , "My friends and I are going to make you pay for ever beating me in the kendo championship."
A man in his late 30's sat in a recliner as he read his magazine on mechanical engineering he had received from work. He had long, jet black hair in a ponytail and heterochromatic eyes. He guided his blue and green eyes along the page. Kirigaya Kono was waiting for his son to return from his last day of middle school so he could celebrate his son's 16th birthday. He pulled the photo of his wife out of his wallet, her shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes glowing with happiness as she held her baby.
'If only you could see him now, Kasumi.' he thought as he placed his finger on the glass. 'He's grown so much now.' He stood from his recliner and walked to the closet and pulled the wrapped object from the closet with an index card taped to it, the word Valkyrie written across it in big bold letters. 'Hope he likes this.' He put it behind the recliner and waited some more, his engineering magazine not so interesting all of a sudden. He stood up quickly as the doorbell rang, his feet silent as he held suspicion of as to who was at the door. He quickly went into the master bedroom and pulled off his clothes, a metal body underneath as he went into the closet, walking out with a metal box. He hid the box next to his recliner in case things got a little… messy.
Kirigaya pulled the door open, the blast of cool wind messing up his ponytail and sending strands into his face. Kirigaya huffed in annoyance before a males voice cut over the news. "I can't believe that the man who brought the supernatural world to it's knees is nothing but a simple engineer." Kirigaya turned around quickly, only for something sharp to pass through his stomach.
"Aah! Dammit!" Kazuto shouted through grit teeth as he sat still in the alleyway, setting his bones with a bloody nose, a swollen black eye, and a couple of bruises across his body. He let his arm rest and closed his eyes as he took a shaky breath. "Another mugging like that and I'll be the human equivalent to a Tokyo alleyway." Kazuto sighed as he pulled himself up and began the fourteen minute limp home. He walked into his small house, his house keys clattering against the desk near the door.
"Hey Dad, I'm home!" he shouted as he pulled his shoes off and pulled his hat off his eyes. "Dad?" His nose twinged as the heavy smell of blood invaded his nostrils. He turned the corner and he felt his blood turn cold. His father lay on the ground split in half, his organs hidden by the deep red puddle of blood around him. Kazuto felt his stomach twist as the smell of iron strengthened as his nose seemed to void itself of everything but the smell of blood.
"So the Yin-Yang dragon is nothing but a weak little boy?" a voice laced with evil cackled as a man appeared from the shadows. His long, spiky red hair unkempt and greasy, his eyes black as coal, his wings black as night, and his cloak covering his entire body as a purple spear of light formed in his hand. Kazuto backed up, his legs trembling in fear and his throat dry.
"The fuck?" he cursed as the man's wings swept forward and blew a powerful gust of air, sending Kazuto across the room into ths kitchen. Kazuto rushed to the knife cabinet, his hands trembling as the man watched him with amusement at his desperation for survival. Kazuto wrapped his fingers around the knife before he turned around and faced the winged man. 'This is it. Do or die. No turning back. Come on, you idiot! You used a sword before! What's so hard about using a kitchen knife?'
"You think you can kill me with that small knife." he mocked. "Even your father, the slayer of Famine and Pestilence, couldn't kill me. Go ahead, I'll give you the first shot." Kazuto gulped and his grip tightened on the knife before his nerves calmed and his mind cleared as he walked forward. Kazuto quickly plunged the knife into the man's heart, a startled gasp escaping his lips.
He rapidly pulled the silver blade out and repeated the process multiple times until the man's chest was full of holes and Kazuto's right arm was covered in blood. Kazuto dropped the knife and vomited, emptying his stomach completly, the adrenaline rush of the thrill of holding a blade again wearing off as he collapsed to the floor, his body taxed of all energy.
1 week later...
Kazuto stood over his father's grave, emotions void in his eyes and tears flowing freely as he stared at the name etched out on stone.
'Why do I have to be so weak?' he thought. 'In the end, I couldn't help my dad.'
One week has passed since that fateful day and a lot has changed for Kazuto After his father's death. No one in his family would take him in. His father's side of the family were on a different side of the globe and his mother's side wouldn't take him in because they worked a lot. Much to Kazuto's sadness.
His homing situation changed too. Issei told his parents and they volunteered to take him in. In six months, he was going to attend Kuoh Academy, a school that recently turned co-ed. Kazuto and Issei were going to be in their first year of high school in a few months. Kazuto clenched his fist, the skin of his hand turning red as his fingernails pierced his skin.
His heterochromatic eyes were glaring at the sky with intense hatred and his pupils were narrowed into slits. He slammed his fist onto the concrete that covered his father's grave. Something inside him encouraged the feeling he felt and he didn't deny it. He wanted to kill every single Fallen Angel, to feel the excitement of taking another life, to watched the blood drip from his sword.
"I'm gonna put a stop to this!" he shouted. "I'm going to wipe them out, drive their race to extinction! I'm going to kill them with my bare hands!" , he pointed his glare to the sky and raised his fist like God Himself was listening. "Do you hear me?! My bare hands!" Kazuto grabbed the swor dhis father wanted to give him for his birthday, Valkyrie, and made his way to the Hyoudou household. 'This isn't about revenge.' He told himself. 'This is about justice and protecting the weak from the wicked.'
He walked into the Hyoudou house and up the stairs, pulling the door shut to his room. He sat down and on his bed and pulled Valkyrie, the Defier of Death, from it's scabbard as he walked into his room at the top of the stairs and drew his finger along the cold steel, drawing crimson red blood. 'I'll kill them all!' That day Kazuto made a promise. A promise to protect the weak and kill the wicked.
One month later...
A body with jet black wings laid on the ground as a sword was withdrawn from the neck, blood spilling to the ground as the sword wielder removed the Fallen Angel's wings from it's back and plucked a single, black feather from it. The masked figure twirled the feather in his gloved finger, the blood flowed slowly down the blade he held.
The sound of flapping wings caused him to draw his gun and raise his sword. Three figures with golden wings surrounded him on three sides. A man with golden Angel wings, armor on his shoulders, and a halo floated above his golden blonde hair. The Archangel, Michael and his sister Gabriel. The swordsman kept the barrel of the gun leveled at Michael's head, the safety long from on.
"Step away from me and I won't have to use this, Michael." he spouted with caution in his voice. "Step back and I won't start another war." That was a lie and he knew it. He didn't harm innocents but he did kill. He killed evil beings but he knew it made no difference. Murder was murder, no matter the justification to end one living beings life even if it preserved others.
"We're not here to cause harm." Michael tried to defuse the situation with words. "We're just here to extend you an offer you can't refuse." The swordsman lifted an eyebrow under his mask. Could they be asking what they think he was? No. No way they would recruit him.
"All right." his mask hissed. " What do you want?"
Michael made a gesture for him to walk with him and he did as he was told. He stood next to Michael, his arms crossing and his masked hissed again. Michael turned, a smile on his face.
"How would you like to become an Exorcist? You'll be training with my sister, her Brave Saints, and the best of the best. What do you say?" Michael asked. The masked swordsman looked at him and back to the concrete. He looked at Michael, the mask's eyes adjusting as the eyes behind them became determined. "When do I start?" he asked as he allowed his sword tip to touch the ground. "I need a challenge and I believe its quite obvious that the Fallen aren't proving much of one."
