For disclaimer refer to chapter 1. Don't you people understand?

Chapter 0: The Devil From Hell


Dokurou Skull prided herself as a great leader. A leader that will do anything for her subordinates, from simple compliments to elaborate schemes just to help someone. Yet, she was faced with a dilemma.

New buddies for new recruits.

She sighed to herself, though it was physically impossible as she had no lungs. This was going to be troublesome. Just as she was about to go and turn in for the night, an alarm sounded from her desk. She hurried back. What she found both excited and confused her.

A human that just appeared.

Normally, that wouldn't bother her seeing that humans are born every minute. But this one was different. This human was already an teenager. In another circumstance, she would blame a Weiss. But the human was a male!

'Curious,' she thought, 'seems that I've found a buddy for Haqua' she grinned to herself. This was gonna be interesting.


He was falling. Wait. Falling? Shouldn't he be dead? He snapped his eyes open. He braced his body for impact. Normally, he'd harden his skin with reishi, but as of right now, his reserves were lower than that of a human.

He tensed as he hit the ground. He tried to get up, only for pain to course throughout his body, 'Reishi exhaustion' he thought absentmindedly as he forced himself to move. Ignoring the pain, he looked around. It was night, thankfully, so nobody could have seen his body fall to the ground. He was still a Quincy after all, albeit a Quincy with Shinigami powers.

Memories of the war suddenly came flooding back to him. Of Aizen, the Arrancar, the Gotei 13, the Vandereich.

Of the Hogyoku.

He felt something warm trickle down his stomach. He briefly acknowledged it as blood before he walked forward.

He barely made it five feet when he blacked out.

Later

'Where am I?'

That was the one thought that crossed his mind as he stared at an unfamiliar ceiling. Just a minute ago, wasn't he outside bleeding?

"Oh, you're awake!" He turned his head towards the voice. There in the doorway was an auburn-haired woman wearing glasses and an apron.

"You're lucky that I found you on the way home!" She said, clearly concerned. He said nothing. He hoped that the woman would leave soon. He needed to find some answers. But it seemed as though luck was not on his side as the woman forced him up, "Come on. You gotta eat after almost bleeding out."

He sighed. This was gonna take a while.


"Chief, I'm here."

Dokurou nodded, "Haqua, I think I've just found your new buddy!" She said to her, prompting the girl to open her mouth in shock, "Really?!" She almost yelled before she composed herself once more, a tinge of pink coloring her face.

"Yep!" She replied, unfazed by Haqua's sudden outburst, "But first, deliver this to his location, on the double!" She said, handing the Devil a package. Haqua had a questioning look on her face as she examined the parcel, "What the hell?" She muttered to herself. Dokurou just grinned, "You'll see"

Though even she didn't know what was going to happen.


He breathed a sigh of relief. He'd finally gotten away. While both mother and son were having an argument about why eating while playing games should be allowed, he snuck back to the room he was treated in, grabbed his clothes, and used Hirenkyaku to get the hell away from there.

Now, he was just sitting on a random bench in the middle of a park. Just as he was about to doze off, a parcel was dropped on his lap. Stumbling slightly, he almost dropped the package. Regaining his balance, he tentatively grabbed the package. Slowly, he opened it. What it contained was a surprise.

First, there was a letter. He'd read that later. The second was a plastic card which he recalled was a credit card, according to humans. The third was an entitlement to a house. All he had to do was sign his name. He shrugged his shoulders. Use everything to your advantage, that was what he learned in the war. The last thing was a registration for a school called 'Maijima Private High School'. He never did finish human sigh school, did he?

He stood up. Well, he now owned a house, a large sum of money and free schooling. He was going to put it to good use.


Getting here was relatively easy enough, though he was confused on where to go at first. Entering his new home, he found it to be spacious. With two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a sitting room, he couldn't complain.

Setting down the package, he opened the letter;

Now I know you're not what you seem to be. You're lucky that it was me who found out about you first! Had it been others, you'd probably be dead right now. Anyway, in return for keeping your existence a secret, I would like you to do something for me. Right now, you're probably thinking 'how can I trust this?', well I think that the gifts I sent you should be trustworthy enough.

Please tear this off if you accept.

He sighed to himself. Things were just getting weirder and weirder.

'Fuck it'

As he tore the paper, a flash of light blinded his vision.

"So, you accepted?"

He heard a female's voice amongst the light. As the light subsided, a girl who appeared to be 17 stood before him. He raised an eyebrow to which the girl took as a queue, "My name is Haqua du Lot Herminium, and you are my human buddy" she declared proudly, as if having a 'buddy' was the most important thing in the world.

Though he wanted to laugh at the 'human' bit.

"Sorry, but not interested" he said simply as he dragged her out his new house, despite her protests.

"Listen to me!"

He did not expect her to lash out at him, causing him to be hit by the end of her scythe, which he swore wasn't there before. She pointed at the collar now around his neck, "See, this," She asked him, "is proof of the contract you've made with a Devil! If you don't fulfill the contract, then you and me both lose our heads!" She was screaming at the end, tears in her eyes.

He sighed. (He'd been doing that a lot lately.) He was gonna regret this, "Fine, fine. I'll do it" Immediately, the look she marred before was replaced by a victorious smirking face. He sweatdropped, 'That was an act?' God, did he want to just lie down.

"But seriously though, we'd both lose our heads if we don't do anything"

"Yeah, yeah. We'll deal with it tomorrow"

"Wait" he looked back as he was heading to one of the rooms, "What?"

"What's your name?"

He smiled, "Kuroshi Takeo"


A/N: I know, not the longest or the best chapter, but a chapter nonetheless. Also, don't expect me to update this often. Question: Does this chapter seem rushed?

Answer to Reviews:

Sorry, but Keima won't be a Quincy. I killed off Ichigo because it was needed for the story. Still, reality is a delicate thing. 'One hell of a war'...yeah you could say that.

Also, feel free to give suggestions for the OC's name as I am not yet sure of this one. Be sure to wait for the next chapter. It's gonna mark the official beginning of this story!