-A Tormented Soul's Damnation-
The dull sound of a single strike woke me from my dark slumber, my sight was useless for as i couldn't see anything but blurs of many different colors.
*Smash*
*Smash*
It's sound was decisive yet i never ever got to really listen to it. Yet the dull sound of such decisive strike caused my very being to shiver at its core, it was a sound recognizable and yet also foreign. I turned around trying to squint my eyes and trying to make anything out of it. Yet his vision was blurred, as he outstretched his arms trying to find anything he found something nearby, touching it and realizing they were a pair of glasses, he wore them over as he saw the blurs clear. The room was big, trning behind him many strangers were in the room staring at him. As he turned back, on a high seat, a blond-haired man with blue eyes seemed to be coldly staring at him.
The evidence has been presented.
Evidence? Evidence for what? What is happening around me? What happened to me? Wh-where am i? As I rose my hand, an empty can of soda was thrown against me. Causing me to squint my eyes and rub the side of my head as I turned. It was where my ehart skipped a beat and many of those I knew in life were there. All of them giving me dirty glares, all their hatred against me. I turned to the main raised seat where the same blond-haired man continued.
"W-where am i?" I whispered and by my side another blond-haired man but this time with shorter hair, white robes and forest-green eyes remained impassive.
Where does it looks like? He asked with a stare of disdain towards me, also perhaps even pity.
As I slowly turned, it looks like a trial, a courthouse with a trial going on. As my chest fell upon a pit of doom, I saw the firm gaze of the Judge as before everyone a white blank wall had static as if an old TV being seen.
As you experienced your life, your actions were being in-trial. The Jury is formed of those souls with a grudge against you.
"That isn't fair." I told the man who simply shook his head and remained impassive, closing his portfolio as he went to.
It is the law, I'm afraid. You were baptized and as God's law dictates, your soul is ours to condemn, I mean at least almost all of Americans are Judeo-Christians therefore you aren't the only case we get.
I shook my head in desperation, a biased Jury of those that felt a grudge against me was wrong. I turned to see a man with white hair and with a stern firm look upon him, a murderous decisive gaze upon me, almost as if he would've enjoyed what befell on me.
"No…I WON'T ACCEPT THIS! Not from him!" I cried out as I pointed to the man who destroyed my home, who caused my torment and still gets to play Jury. I felt weak as a dull ache and pain reached my back and both of my shoulders, finding myself before a white floor.
It is God's Law.
I closed my eyes and felt a profound sadness, of all the mistakes I made. Of all those I might've hurt it was never intentional, never truly. I tried, truly to follow a life of peace where I wouldn't hurt others. All in fear of this day, that my sins would come in retribution in such a way that would shake me to my core, an entire life afraid of what would be hell. Or am I just a coward?
The Jury will present its verdict.
The Judge gestured to the row of people as each of them got up, funny it was that the one to present it was the man that I hated the most. The man who treated me coldly; the man who forced my mother to become mother and father at the same time. A cold-hearted man who never truly communicated with others, who failed as a father.
You signed it.
Presented before me was a document, with its most important paragraph written.
I willingly commit myself for the sake of my Sister and Nephew being given an afterlife.
I closed my eyes bitterly, as tears cascaded down my eyes. There waws a reason why I never could find someone to love, why I never could communicate with others or even attempt to have a happy life. My father's own mistakes passed onto the family, my sister managed to escape by marrying and forming a family. I, I had to take the brunt of my father's anger with my body; I had to turn away to his agony, for all the torment he placed mother with, I willingly left him to rot and I didn't shed a tear when he died. If the man wanted blood, I would put myself before he could ever get at anyone.
The Jury has determined that F…C… Cardiothoracic Surgeon, Medic and Lonely Man of Family. Guilty.
Silence was what remained as stared at the Jury, all of them had hateful looks towards me, I cast my glance bashfully downward. Of course I would've been condemned for my sins, no one was perfect and I did many mistakes in my life. I was at first afraid, I was at times too hesitant and at other times too emotional and vicious. In truth, I deserved it. Upon the Jury someone didn't seemed to look at me, of course she would've been also there. He disappointed her and used her also, her deep brown eyes in a curtain of beautiful black hair made him regret.
'I'm sorry…I was too afraid of turning into him…' He thought with regret as he was forcefully brought up, for the first time he felt the cold metal in his wrists and ankles. His father was emotionless when condemning him to whatever they condemn a soul in the afterlife.
Your sentence shall be, Death Penalty by Anima Exentero. To then be thrown into the Praeteritus Omentum.
Law is absolute, as someone in the Jury got up.
"No!" A female voice cried out, a maximum penalty for serial assassins was too excessive, however at times even God seemed inflexible. Punishment to the Sinner is a punishment regardless of its complexity or origin, just as Law is Law and those that execute it do so with their own interpretation, those that execute law at the twilight of life do so also by following their own interpretation of God's will. Who was a mere mortal man to judge God's will, more so when he was baptized, even if he in the end chose to hide from god out of fear and also out of rebellion? Who was I?
No one.
Dragged through the court, pushed forward through the Court's Gallery, I stopped and looked at one of my teachers at medschool.
"A…are you disappointed?" I asked shyly wanting to know perhaps of his judgment of my life, to which he only shook his head in silence and bowed his head, almost as if in pity and also in mourning. I took a small breath, the man was more of a father than my own father would ever be, I hung my head and tears cascaded more from my eyes. As wails of negative against the will of God's system were called but those were defiant. As I was lead through halls, eventually I arrived through a massive empty white room and a gigantic column before me. As I passed through the halls, a happy melody passed through my ears, my sister's house was the only place I could call home. After father chose to abandon us to follow his own interests, a beautiful garden was before him.
The effects of the Exentero are staring now. No soul deserves the Exentero's fully without anesthesia.
Cruel. About to be submitted to torture and yet offered this sight. Too perfect to realize.
"Could…could I know how did I die?" I asked trying to remember my last days on earth before it all turned black and then, this.
The constant beeping of the monitors, is a harsh song that maintains His eyes half-lidded, a tragical process in which he has depressed and cried each and every night; Thirty-One, only son, single, left alone. Aware of what he has, he knows that the cancer doesn´t cure and instead deteriorates the body, akin to a parasite growing slowly, eating away his life.
Each day it´s hard for him to breath, funny. Two years ago his mother died and his father followed a year afterwards, His whole body aches. And yet, in the lonely room, you glance at his body, His very abdomen was already opened with a colostomy bag. His intestines ceased to work, he can feel the oxygen mask being insufficient, soon enough they´ll have to sedate him to put a tube through his mouth to have an artificial machine give me oxygen.
A dark-haired male approached and through the epidural catheter inserted the analgesic agent which would aid His body.
"M-m-my family…did…did they…"
He stammered out to ask to his colleague, Reginald, an Anesthesiologist. They studied in the same college and practiced residency in the same hospital, funny it is, at His second year in General Surgery, His body simply started giving out on him.
"T-they didn´t answered the calls, I´m sorry."
He closed his eyes as tears cascaded down from his eyes, his heart felt the darkest and loneliest than he has ever been and started to grow anxious. Did he do something to upset his sister? His sister's children were, akin to his own also. Almost a year since he's been brought to the world, his parents, his sister. He closed his eyes and pleaded to be able to have one last time with those he considered his family before his body was incapable of breathing anymore. However he cannot force his sister or her children to come for him, in his most deplorable defeated state. To see the former jovial, emotional and empethatetic kind man who gave his life for others, dying in a gruesome way. The oncologyst already came by with the surgeon team and they all stated the same.
Tumor
Non-reducible
Non-extractable
Positive to Metastasis
There was no need to tell them what His opinion about Orotracheal Intubation would be, being sedated and not aware of His death would be something he wouldn't be able to bear. A piece of himself, even such a tiny one clings to the fact that he would be able to see his loved ones one last time. And then Reginald came with the team of Internal Medics and Surgeons with a paper, it was it, he cannot deny the fact that the monitor has been marking very low saturation rates, even after I´m with 10L of oxygen, the maximum amount through the flux-meter, they all had solemn faces, they have explained thoroughly and he couldn't help but nod in equal monotone in helplessness.
"I understand. The metastatic syndrome has finally reached my brain, and soon…I´ll cease functions, to the point that if I want to live, Orotracheal Intubation is the only alternative for me to not make a brain hypoxia."
He shook his head and pushed the paper away.
"I want to have His last breath conscious His friends, conscious as I can be, do please, I know it´s selfish, I don´t blame you and I know nobody will. For that reason, do please, let His eyes contemplate one last time…could I, see the gardens?"
Reginald with a stern nod took the papers back as the party of doctors were outside and he could hear outbursts and discussions, it was usual; Internists and Surgeons fighting each other, Anesthesiologysts being the mid-term and finally after almost an hour passed. He had difficulty to breath, a young female nurse, younger than me, blond haired and forest green eyes dressed in white, prepared him, sat him in a wheel-chair. He smiled kindly, even if his shape seemed to be deteriorated, His hair unexistant and his weakness even he couldn´t lift himself off his bed anymore, taken through the alleys as he went towards the gardens. As tiredness began to slowly overtake him, a door opened brightly to reveal the garden; Grass, Roses and trees all around, slowly being lead to the center into the grass, he removed his mask to breath it one last time; the smell of the nature, the roses, the fresh natural air, a small smile appeared on his lips as tears cascaded down his eyes, as he had to open his mouth to inhale the air, turning to the nurse and bowing respectfully.
"Thank you."
His chest ached and he closed the eyes, His heart beating fast, an infarction of the heart, a heart attack for short…with tears in His eyes it was His time to give himself.
´Perhaps the next time it´ll be better, I promise.´
"I´m sorry."
He whispered, and his duty with the world has ended. The hurt in his body spread so much as the nurse alarmed placed the monitor, His chair was carried out inside so much yet it all seemed so far away as darkness seemed to engulf him, it was too late. Fearful, he fears the next step, what is afterwards?
Too late to escape from God´s Bloody Rage.
Death´s embrace.
I got out of my trance, as if I've lived through that moment, it felt confusing experiencing memories this way. Suddenly having myself transitioning between different places. Yet I knew this garden, was where I was at my happiest. Did being loved even mattered anymore? Did romantical sexual love ever mattered when compared with the love of Family? Or was my soul perhaps too kind to lust after anything? This realization and selfishness of myself ended up hurting others, but it was my choice and perhaps it was that way. It was my own torment to carry, to end the curse, all to not be that man.
So suddenly it all started to vanish, as if an eraser just took everything and left blackness. Kneeling and placing my hands on my face.
It just seems that…I…I'll never stop crying. For as I am guilty of being myself, of having been what I was and what I am. Of the mistakes I committed.
The Second Prophecy Of Chronos
On the Halls of the Titans, up above in the constellations where the Primordial Gods of all existence rested. Before light and Darkness can exist, there had to be an entity first; a measure of something limited. Something to first define existence where there waws nothing that could define it.
Time
Time took shape and from then on there was a difference between Eternity and Mortality, time touched, time seemed vain and at the same time greater than anything else. Chronos's white hair seemed to sway with the wind as he staid in his library, through the window watching the entirety of creation being done, as if a higher hand doing it. God appeared after him and created Light to the Darkness, he already had it measured by time. Chronos or rather Time has no God, it has no belief, it has no thought, it has no jurisdiction. Gods and Mortals alike, all go through his impartial measure, all things wither, even those that are told to be eternal. They age as time passes, his eyes stared at his marvellous creation; the Multiversal Orrery, with an specific measure of time on each universe and time-flow mechanics of each planet on the universe. The entirety of the hall occupied his very own dimension which he loved to remain forever.
From his seed an inferior underling created his own pantheon in the World, got sealed by his son. Foolish, truly foolish. When God created and the world was settled, before the Morningstar rebelled, he appeared before all the beings in the world. Time stopping for its entirety as the entire gods of all pantheons, of his measurable existence were before him. To all of them he breathed his first prophecy, years of study determined and measuring. For everyone in the entirety of the realm under Time's own impartial measurement to be aware of forever. The first prophecy of Time was spoken before all the gods.
Tears unnumbered ye shall shed; unheard so that not even an echo of lamentation shall pass over the mountains, no tears shall stain the rivers, no anger shall break the Anima. On the entirety of the Gods and Buddha shall the wrath of Time lieth from the west unto the uttermost east, and upon all will wither. Ye shall spilt blood of your former kindred; for as it is Time's own will and it has happened. For though Gods created, no invisibility shall house you, and slain ye all shall be: by weapon and by torment, by grief and by righteousness, by honor and by courage, by bravery and sadness; and your houseless spirits shall come then to my realm. There long shall ye abide and yearn for your bodies, and find little pity though all whom ye slain should entreat you. And those that endure in Mortal Earth, and not come to my realm, shall grow weary of the world as with a great burden, and shall wane, and become shadows of regret. Time…Has Spoken.
And the Gods and Buddha were vilified, livid and angry at Time's prophecy that spitted in their very faces. The arrogant Gods believed that time was below them, with their immortality and their power they defied time. Chronos was thus mocked and he retrieved through his realm. Time remained only watching as he saw through the tragedy of the downfall of the Gods, their arrogance cometh against them in the face of rebellious presences that defied their peaceful days and eternities. The Origin of Devils, Dark Creatures, Vampires; all Time has foreseen before they happened. And as wars waged the world, he remained emotionless, until in his very own dreams he was attacked by a vision.
Destruction
Death
An Endless Cycle of Destruction
Time being weaponized
His realm being used to Destroy
And Time woke up, for once concerned. Gasping for a breath as he clutched his heart, his air was slowly withering and he could feel it. Something taking away his power, as his pristine form grew frail. He has seen it, a menace that attempted an eternal destruction through the use of time itself.
"Clock…" He shyly muttered as an hourglass transformed into a young man with short white hair and wearing a black suit. "Take note of this…let it be known to the entirety of the world these are my last lucid words before I become a slave to my own measurement forever." Chronos felt himself being taken over by the property of time, an entity that was cold, unthinking and just measuring.
Defeated life shall remain; Time stolen and bequeathed that not even an echo of its former self shall ever whisper through the wind, through the water's flow or the very own celestial star's circulation. When the world is old and the Powers grow weary, then They, seeing that the guard careless, shall come back through the Door of Doors out of their Void of Silence; and destroy the Powers. But The Gods shall descend upon the Tool as a white and searing flame and drive him from the airs. Then the Last Battle be gathered on the Fields of the Universe against The Great Dark; if the Powers and the Gods take them to Fight; even then it is all doomed to fail. For as the flame of what was once been, that should've been and what it once was has been lost. Men will never have vengeance, Powers will forever wither and die, the Universe shall be forever hallowed in the eternal dark. There is no escape, there is no safety, there is nothing…for as even Time, Time is helpless and nothing will be able to save it.
And on Chronos's hand appeared, an holographic projection of what was once Planet Earth now a husk of what it used to be. The cries of a million haunted and lost souls screaming and yet not being heard but by him as Clock could only look in shock at his master.
"Master, we have to say this."
Chronos shook his head, time was doomed. Even Time itself in its measure is not eternal in its presence, something Chronos never could've foreseen. It was all the end, grasping Clock's hands he exhaled a breath and through it appeared a key, a diamond key with a golden sun.
"Clock, I'm sorry. Through this lock…may be the answer. What to do when all is lost? What to do when damnation is already determined? What to do when it is inevitable? What to do?" Asked hauntedly and Clock was vanished.
Or that was what his master said a long time ago, he rarely remembered or even tried to think about things anymore as he lived in a lonely cottage, staring at the immensity and time flow. 'How much times have passed indeed?' He asked himself as he saw once more the death of the beacons of heroism be destroyed in a final battle, they conquered, destroyed and simple went away when it all was destroyed. In a lonely cottage, a brown haired woman cleaned the plates.
"They died, again…" Clock said hopelessly, with Issei Hyoudou dying then it meant truly all hope was lost and it marked a downhill spiral for the Evies and the doom they came with to end it all. In his little piece of heaven, in the far edges of the world where no one dared to be, he found love and that woman with no name had the name of Tick-Tock, the sound effect Clocks do in which time passes.
"I feel something." The woman replied as he closed his eyes, trying to find a way and an answer to this moment. 'Please, not again. Not here, no.' He cried in his thoughts as they came, the Evie armies came raging through Sky Cottage in the Scottish Sea. His beloved Tick-Tock murdered right before his eyes as he tried to run away, the gun shots echoed behind him as he tried once more through a random door, he placed the lock. Twisting the knob, it remained still as he tried to tug it. Tick-Tock's screams filling his ears as he pushed against the door.
'Open up.' He thought with effort as he tried to push the door as Tick-Tock's screams echoed through the entirety of the farm they lived. The livestock they had already killed and the fields set on fire. His beautiful life of peace after giving up on ever finding an answer seemed to always end like this. He has done this more than ninety-hundred ninety-nine thousand times and this was the last nine before it marked the million.
'No, there has to be more. I NEED MORE!' He thought as he tried to twist the knob that remained firm in not being twisted as he tried to twist the key.
"…please…"
He turned and gasped as a Spear pierced through his chest and the door knob twisted and he fell on the floor.
System Modular BSIOS Software
Detecting SMA Primary Presence…..Yaveh 8478124
Detecting SMA NeuroActive Module…..Yaveh 578631
Detecting SMA Secondary…..None
SMA Type : Human
Base Memory : 3'272,116.95kb
Extended Memory : 1,234kb
BOOTLEG – HS FAITH DRIVER FOR SOP, Version 2.37
BOOTLEG is successfully installed.
When was the last time he cried, he didn't remembered anymore. All he remembered is that he was the one at fault. Having listened to something he turned from having his face in his palms. Was there any way to truly live without ever being condemned by the minor mistakes. Even for those who believe in redemption through good actions and feeling remorse about them? Is confession that much useless.
What to do when damnation is already determined?
I can only cry. He thought out loud as he felt a pair of hands on his shoulder and he stared at his front to a pair of blue eyes. "What to do when all is lost?" He was asked by the blue eyes and all he could is see a flicker of darkness, yet there was a smell in the air of roses and chocolate. What was it? What was it that which he lost? He remained still, lost in trying to find a meaning anymore, he just felt those tiny sparks in a single moment before they would be gone. Frustrated he would eventually cry and just continue on with his trail of tears forever, with no end at all.
"I know what you lost." The person said as he shook his head.
"No I don't want to hear this!" He blocked his ears as he hung his head and got in fetal position on the very depths of darkness itself. "Would you close your heart forever!?"
"He's out there." He spoke out with blatant paranoia. "I can hear them speaking in the dark. Why? Why did you do it? Why?"
"Are you finished."
The light coldness of Clock reminded Tormented into the crevice of something he disliked as he turned away and remained hopeless.
"What is your story?" In the silence that was all what the voice said as he opened his eyes to face darkness asking him for the first time. He closed his eyes and cried, he didn't seem to remember at all. "You are?" He asked and all he could answer to that question was a single answer, in the depths of his chest he felt the only thing that could summarize his fears and his feelings. What was all this Sadness? "Sad." He answered, his eyes changing from their common brown color to a deep purple, almost as if purple smoke washed over his irises. "I…I don't remember. Do you know who I am?" He asked trying to find himself somewhere, or perhaps nowhere. Where was he now? That he wasn't before. He just didn't remember, that was all. He turned into a friend of the cold darkness.
"Why are you here?" The voice asked, as he seemed to bashfully stare into the darkness.
"Easy as falling asleep." The Dark Haired male with sad purple eyes whispered as for his reasoning to be in eternal darkness. The voices, the voices he heard many a times whispered that nonsense whenever he asked a why. The reason why sleeping at times was a relief and yet also a torment, because in such darkness it is so hard to differentiate between being awaken and asleep. He rose his head to meet a man with short black hair and bright brown eyes, nothing unusual except for his hair color, compared to his dark hair color as black as his surroundings. "Perhaps this is all a dream." The white haired man's clear sincerity and wish to aid was seen, taking his hand and getting up. The white haired man took out a key and the sound of glass shattering went all around them, revealing a shrine and at his very front a floating Krystal, trapped inside it was a bipedal creature of midnight black fur which contrasted with the clear golden radiance of the skies beyond the shrine. Approaching his hand, he spoke out loud.
"What is this?"
"God is stern and just. Even Love and Apology cannot forgive sin's tattoo on the skin."
Biting his lower lip at Clock's claim, he touched the crystal and he felt pain in his head. With a loud scream it came to him, all the memories. Meanwhile outside black lightning coursed and attack the bipedal black-furred being inside, which arched its back and its claws lengthened to the max showing how sharp they were. He sighed as he remembered now. She breathed out too and her eyes stared at him. One green and the other gold, golden as the very lust of those wishing riches. Golden that reflects the depths of her soul and the edge of her danger. The sound of glass shattering made him widen his eyes as he grasped her hand, underneath the golden clouds glowered. It was until he realized he had her on his arms, her claws digging deep into his skin; he heard a whisper. The whisper of a voice, a voice of someone that he let down so long ago. As a computer program pop-up rectangular box appeared before him, it was all in a dream-like haze, he had no true vision at least, perceiving clear colors in the darkness, the pop-up window being olive green and yet glowering in a certain spectrum which made it almost hypnotic.
The words were electric blue, and also glowered and moved in the same spectrum as the window, creating a stroboscopic announcement that wouldn´t be pleasing for the common human eye.
Please, do enter the world you desire to be reborn at:
Below the black rectangle waited for characters to be written in crimson red, a single blinking crimson red line, waited. As he fell, he couldn't help but to thing of death. His entire life, as if playing a movie from a first-person perspective, he though remember a few scenarios where a person gets revived into their desired world, bending the physics towards their own desire and ending with happier lives, was this what he's pitted at? There´s no denial, who doesn't desire a world that requires no fighting, where love is assured or where to live happily and satisfied.
A life marked by peacefulness, isolation from all types of conflict and cleverly managing problems to the point of solving controversies. He´d rather forget of the past, even if it defines him in a sense, it defines at least his sage-like nature for fear of being isolated or just judged by his cowardly nature, hiding. Closing his eyes as the floor neared him, in the darkness of his vision, in his own mind he chuckled, the situation as perhaps something out of humor and comedy itself, glancing at the glass panel with a keyboard-like projection. He placed a few things of his liking, and a few results perhaps of relation popped up. This machine was very post-modern almost futuristic, even the world he lived in didn´t had this, so interesting and fascinating. He knows the weight of his choices, and thus he felt perhaps an existential paradigm on his thoughts. About his life; things he remembered, seeing though the eyes of a beholder in a second perspective. In those useless things remembered of life, there was a TV show or rather a Japanese TV show, not of any type but rather of a certain demographic that was certainly interesting, a world where all things thought fictional and lies, were truth, as a fan of alien related things and other fictional tales, it made him inspired certainly though the show never got to achieve its true potential it was entertaining to say the least. Not a fan but a casual viewer most of all, with deep thought he knew what to do.
High School DxD
He thought, if this was a joke might as well go with the most obnoxious and of course follow the joke to the very end. He wasn´t taking any of this seriously truly; and thus upon once he pressed the glass panel atop the enter keyboard he was prompted to another display, this time more lengthy than the last one, this was partially interesting.
Select your reality´s configurations:
The menu consisted of different difficulties, each one with insane configurations than the last one, it was something rather out of an horror movie the highest difficulty levels, challenges at every turn, literally for the most experienced. Perhaps hewould be able to thrive in this new world, this time he truly would achieve his dream of healing people and perhaps being useful for others this time.
Useful, was he some sort of tool? Soon After that, another pop-up bar appeared before His very eyes; it gave two simple choices;
Reincarnation
Transmigration
Reincarnation; the phenomenon of being born into another world as an entity of your own, you could be whatever you desire, you have no presets no anything placed down upon you. Transmigration: you inhabit someone else´s intended life, an already partially or already mostly written and known life either by you or others, and going through the situations that character faced in short or long term run.
Reincarnation seemed the most viable choice, but he also doubted himself; perhaps out of cowardice or more out of unknowingly being like such. He placed the option to Transmigrate, although an outright cruelty to retrieve someone else of their right of life, his thoughts were on Issei Hyoudou, his simple human life seemed rather nice. How complicated and bad could it be? Soon though the menu brought me to the very entity known as Hyoudou Issei, a flame seemed to burn brightly in the background, as if waiting for him to parasitically invade it. Apparently some pre-set data was already made, and he glanced at it. The perfected traits of a hero were placed; brave to face all challenges, loyal to his loved ones to a fault almost blindingly, ambitious, and powerful leader, a natural love for battling; anymore descriptions would fit the category of a hero, and certainly such traits don´t hold nothing realistic in a sense, then again Highschool DxD never really portrayed itself as something radical or realistic at all. An option appeared to self-insert his own soul-driven traits of his last life, and he felt as if something tapped on him strangely, soon though the vibrant red flame turned darker each time, more and more.
A radical tendency to overthink things which often conflicts with others, Self-interested enough to be radically ambitious (a person that will take itself to the utmost limits to always be above all others and prove it to the point of even using others if necessary to obtain such goals), Ambivalent Loyalty towards Self-Interests (a realistic trait that one has and molds their loyalties to appease their own self-interests depending on what they desire), Selfish, Overly emotional, heavily jealous, Grayed Morality, Depressive realist, Nigh-Passive, Hardheaded Idealist; the more he glanced into the list he could only glance at pity and sadness at the entire, so far all what he can recount of himself is a an evil existence with a depressive outlook on life with hopeful achievable goals.
Were they ever turned true?
He wonders himself.
He continued editing the background of such soul, this overall outcome contrasts with Issei Hyoudou´s own basest characteristics; Issei is a selfless, determined, brave soul that is a die-hard idealist with an unwavering loyalty for the ones he loves, with a tendency of always wanting to right all wrongs, with an overall kind visage always positive, very proactive, always facing conflict, pure in all his intentions, lawful always, succeeds in his goal, He always protects others. For such an existence, there was no way a realistic soul like his could ever fit on the shoes of Hyoudou Issei, even if he were to be. Hyoudou´s soul would never be able to be toppled by him, never it could be able to be so, with sadness in his eyes he acknowledged that he could never be Hyoudou Issei.
Once the existence of Issei Hyoudou himself was being molded in its core to house his very soul, he thought of perhaps whether it would be the same Hyoudou Issei or something else entirely. And as further going in the depths of that debate he started getting a headache, but he could reiterate this though. Issei Hyoudou as an existence and a character has an identity in his world, Issei Hyoudou is Issei Hyoudou, whether he was bad or good, whether he makes a mistake or goes out of his personality, he´s still Issei Hyoudou, born he will be. In the end Issei Hyoudou is Issei Hyoudou as he will cease to be himself and turn into Issei Hyoudou.
So it seems in the end as a screen was placed about his background he thought about it, from what he remembered of the last strand of his memories of the show. Issei Hyoudou is Hyoudou because of his parents, human as they were; the story certainly didn´t start until he was already at highschool where it all goes into a fake date and then dies. How much would he be willing to change the story and how much was he willing to set it the same, if it allows him to God-Mod the entire Franchise. Then he can make a few key-changes this time, of the few ones he´ll be allowed to make.
Once he ended his background, many of the text he´s written was shrunken down to key points. The pre-loaded profile placed has reached it´s usage, it has been sent to ´Soul ´.
Then it means that Hyoudou Issei´s existence is something cannot prevent nor that he can take, this system is very clever in its own systematics, it was actually interesting that it allowed for the usage of pre-existing souls yet to be given a living body to craft yourself. In a sense of course, he simply glanced at the ball of energic light that would soon house his new body, it was an overall beautiful sight indeed. Soon another window popped-up at his front, in between the entire darkness.
RACE:
He thought deeply about it, yet as he attempted to change things, another pop-up window appeared.
The race cannot be picked; factors that play into your race are (Background Information and Soul Information), he seethed; reading the background information of himself, family history etcetera; he made the background very specific, but he glanced at it with a sense of perhaps uncertainty.
Issei Hyoudou is someone he cannot be, and he will not be that for sure; therefore all what is left is to be himself in a new world.
He fidgeted as he brought his hand close to his mouth and bit on it rather tensely, there was no need to hide it and he wouldn´t; the sheer fact that he will live by himself and not have an assured future as perhaps the main character of the entire story, makes him nervous, his very heart beats fast and he felt nauseated, His stomach aching hard.
What if I die almost immediately? What if i´m kidnapped and killed? What if i´m born a simple person? What if i´m born without a leg, an eye; being birthed is the first challenge we go through and a very risky event that doesn´t guarantees successful birth.
´Ugh, I don't like this.´
He fidgeted as he glanced to the side with a frown on his features, He felt impatient; what he didn´t want is to be dead. All he can do, was hopefully and faithfully leave it all to chance, and perhaps, clinging with prayer as he closed his eyes and let himself be decided his own fate.
…Fuck!
…P.O.V.
On a balcony's edge, with a hand resting on it. Paper and Ink, a book, closed and sealed. With half-lidded eyes of melancholy his mind drifted down the memory lane, writing a diary about the past wasn't easy. ~Even after all these years, I'm still the same afraid and coward sage of a man.~. He criticized himself, seeing the flaws of his own personality that he has carried for years. Even then, the landscape was beautiful. The skies matched perfect the image of the place he lived at now, a very beautiful place. Having a chance to live his life once again, in another place entirely was a journey very few did and even less tried to do so. On a suburban two-story house with a tiny but still beautiful balcony, he would always since he had enough age to stand on his own two feet visited to do his own brand of meditation.
"Daiki Ignatius Matsuda!" A stern and disciplined motherly voice brought him out of his musings, he was ready to go to school once again. At his six-years of age, he hardly was phased anymore by the news of the world or by the intricacies and complexity of what 'reality is'. Yet acknowledging the gift of life made him wary and hyper-aware, giving him a thirst of knowledge and skill. "I'm ready!" He called back and sighed, storing inside his tiny bookshelf the last edition of his life memoirs, the locket to diary-like notebook was on his necklace; three keys each of different shape adorned the necklace his mother gifted him last year. In such he kept the secrets of his past life, his regrets and his bitter remembrance, lessons that he would no doubt always have tattooed on the very essence of his soul which somehow has transcended into this new realm. Reading the newest edition of Nature Reviews over the latest breakthroughs on medicine was something that interested him heavily, a hobby he enjoyed.
"Daiki, don't make me come up there!" His mother called once again.
"Ughhh." He groaned his displeasure by his own family, as he stared at his hair. He grew it long; his silvery black hair and indigo-purple colored irises, paired with his non-japanese face and more European-regal profile made him at times doubt his parents were his parents, yet when shown pictures of his grandparents from his father's side they were at times sated. Anyhow, he wore to wear his spiked hair noticeable enough. His mother, exasperated once tried to hint to just get rid of it. He of course ran away from that idea, if his mother hasn't taken away his hair has been because he has ran away whenever the idea rose. Daiki Matsuda took his backpack and slowly descended the stairs. Making sure to create as much noise as his six-year old body could make, following him a black sphynx cat with odd colored eyes; the right one hazel gold and the left one emeralf-green. The cat wore golden hewelry all over it, yet it always pranced around gracefully in the Matsuda household without that much of effort.
"There you are." From the Kitchen's open door his mother's presence came into view, as she watched young Daiki walk down the stairs. "I put your lunchbox in your backpath already. Put on some shoes and I'll drive you to school."
Yes, being a child is hard. All the exciting stuff one wants to do is forbidden by the parents for being 'too dangerous' or 'You're not old enough'. Forced to go through another twelve years of school plus those of college education, was the monster not addressed yet hinted by the stoic and disciplined voices of the parents. Forced to socialize with other children your age.
~If I can, I'll search for a local fencing club and take extra math classes.~. He thought with effort, he knew that even through the discipline and restrictive parents he could use them for the betterment of himself. Fencing will teach him discipline, elegance and grace; things necessary to be socially upstanding and have good self-confidence. Paired with perhaps a martial arts class would make it all sweeter. Not to be a bully nor to be a buffy guy, but to aid him to improve in his life. ~In my past life I was too green, too foolish, too stupid and my parents didn't raised me accordingly to what could be for my benefit. This time, I'm the one in control, thus I can actually make a difference this time.~. The advantage of having an adult's mind in his child body.
The car ride was short, a ten-minute drive to Kuoh South Elementary.
"Mother." Matsuda called hesitantly to his Japanese mother who looked at the driveway.
"Yes, dear?" His mother asked.
"When you come for me, could we go to the local public library, please." He pleaded towards his mother whom could only raise an eyebrow, he cursed inwardly, her senses were too sharp. "What for?" She casually asked.
"I remember dad's bedtime stories and, it said that those who learn Fencing learn about self-discipline, morals and to be Gentlemen. I want to be more disciplined mother; I want to learn fencing." Matsuda begged his mother who once stopping could only ponder about it in seriousness.
"Mmm, I'll have to ask about it."
"How do I know you won't forget it?" He pouted which earned the woman's laugh.
"I won't forget it."
Truly Daiki Matsuda hoped his mother didn't forgot about things. "Have a good day." His mother said and gave him an uncomfortably tight hug before she drove away to work. Leaving him outside an elementary school wearing a stupid school uniform with a dumb backpack. Overall an asset to humiliate him, yet it will serve him to strengthen his resolve. As he made his way through class, walking by scores of mumbling children. As he walked, however, he was scheming on his plan for the future. ~My greatest asset will be my intelligence; I shall waste these years reading, learning all what I can learn, reinforcing those skills that in my past life I could never grasp. Also, I shall try and get an allowance from my parents, save it and start investing on technological company stocks and become a millionaire. Since my young age restricts me, I'll need to find a way to breach the law.~. He thought unpleasantly yet the reality of the situation hit him. He shall not waste seventeen years of his life, but rather invest seventeen years of his life for the moment he is an adult reap on the benefits of what he built.
~And I shall study Human Medicine once again, to finally fulfill my dream of becoming a Cardiothoracic Surgeon.~. He smirked at the thought, he imagined it all already on his mind, truly he did. As he entered the classroom and took his seat, he ignored the children mumbling next to him as he took out his class notebook and started going through everything the professor asked him for. Making sure to aim always above average mark. Being born in 1992 made making money easier by knowing where to invest after all. Today they were reviewing the use of the addition operations, of two digits each. Basic things seen in the first pair of years in elementary school, the teacher without any effort challenged the students five planks, four of the five where of two digits but the last one was of three digits.
~Oh please.~ He shrugged in his thoughts, solving each of them like it were an academic competition. Reviewing his math operations, he nodded and took out an advanced grade math book which was an introduction to Division Operations, which were his Achilles Heel during late elementary school. As all the students around him were having an effort with their first mathematical operations, even the smart ones of his age didn't solve them fast and took their time. What he noticed was that the teacher would only say which one were right and which one were wrong. No orientation whatsoever. As the teacher passed by, to the chair by his side a dark-haired boy with glasses was glared by the teacher.
"Wrong." The harsh teacher pointed, then the next one. "Wrong." It said once again, and for four other times it repeated the same word to the shaking boy as other students mumbled. As the teacher turned to him, he glared at the paper. Before turning away and going on with the rest of the class without saying a single word. He went on with his advanced math book, and started to review divisions, how they are done and how to do the process correctly.
"Now substraction."
The teacher started with four double digit substractions and three triple-digit, raising the ante. The smart students could only grimace watching as the exercise was extended. As he went to the side of the board and started to write many more Addition and Substraction operations, atop the side there was a boldened mark of Homework. Solving the substraction problems were almost a walk on the park, who wouldn't know them at his day and age and with his memories. They are basic skills to even survive adulthood. Of course machinery did it but keeping check on your spending and your earnings was important for this stuff. Many groans were heard as the teacher shrugged, he though solved the problems and copied the homework, making sure to leave enough space for each operation to be done. He snorted at everyone's irritation and stress.
~And they've barely gotten a test of Fractions or even hellish Algebra.~ He snorted, those were truly hellish, all this work was walk on the part compared for what's to come. Yet he remained by himself, studying extra material, while solving the easiest problems the teacher could give him. From math they went to Japanese and learning the basics of the language, reaffirming what at Kindergarden and at home has been learned, the Teacher passionately taught them Kanji and Calligraphy, something he would try and learn also.
He could only sweatdrop at his mother's onigiri, three in total all triangles of rice and a dense rice ball. He sat on one of the stools with a book by his side as he read, today he revised advanced math subjects. As he did so, however as he heard somebody cry out he turned sharply to see a group of three kids cornering a dark-haired child with glasses. He remembered what he went through in his past, having lived also a past life meant he was subject and victim of School Bullying which drove him away from his peers, for years he wasted his teenage years reading dramatic literature, being fan of pop-culture franchises and a video-game geek. Pairing himself with other geeks who also were relegated, his teenage years were wasted and by the time he came to college, the social skills college demanded weren't developed in High School, therefore once again he chose to pass his days in the library and make it his dream to 'Save Lives' as a doctor. Of course in the end, he never got married, had lousy relationships and had no friends except a short group of four which turned to two on last year his best friend and his girlfriend. As they picked on the boy who was about to cry, he hung his head.
The problem with bullying is peer pressure, he realized. If you save a bullying victim they will isolate you and will try to search a moment you are vulnerable to subject you to the same also. He tried, he truly tried to ignore it. As all those around him did; as they all did when they laughed at him in high school where was humiliated in the library.
He melancholically shook his head. ~I can't.~ He thought and closed his lunchbox and took his advanced math book and ran towards the direction of the problem.
"Teacher!" He cried out loud as the kids cried out loud and ran away in fear, the boy was an utter mess. He was crying, his lunch was scattered all over the floor, not edible. The boy's glasses were also on the floor. He knelt and took the glasses and gave them to the crying boy, cleaning them before handing them with care. "Here, I cleaned them up." He offered the glasses gently to the sobbing boy who took the glasses with shaking hands.
"My name's Matsuda, Daiki Matsuda."
The boy hesitantly took his hand and answered timidly. "K-ken…Ken Motohama." He replied shyly which got him to lightly tug at him to get up, once up the boy cleaned his eyes once again from the tears, he was red and puffy. "Come."
As he took the boy to the stools he shared part of his lunch with the boy who shyly took one of the triangles and ate, as he calmly once again opened his book and continued to study. With pencil in hand he went through various divisions step by step. As Daiki Matsuda ate, he was slowly learning how to make divisions, be cleaner in the operation process and overall be able to reach to a conclusion uniformly. After his lunch ended, the boy offered.
"Do you want to come over to my house after school?" Motohama offered kindly to which he rose an eyebrow. "I don't have many friends and my dad bought me a new DVD of those American Movies. Do you want to watch them with me?" His tone turned from embarrassment and sadness into excitement very fast. He almost chuckled, yet he nodded.
"Yeah, sure. I'll ask my mom when she comes to pick me. He offered, truthfully, he didn't care about Motohama and his movies, but his character is on the line. If he's seen being cruel to Motohama then he would be labeled as a bully and any points he made as being smart cautious melancholic boy would be diminished, more so his parents would reprimand him. Maybe he should also get in the trend of my peers to have something to collect. ~Maybe instead of asking for another book I can ask for a Gameboy this time, I want to play Pokemon Red and buy a Nintendo 64 and truly get in grips with the Hobby I've already enjoyed. Perhaps I should pick less Tolkien and Martin and more Pokemon.~. He sweatdropped, his father who used to read him Tolkien's books as Bedtime stories ever since he was one years old. He started reading A Game of Thrones only a year ago after he ended The Silmarillion at age four. The rest of his classes went flawlessly; History always has deeply fascinated him, Geography was one of his average classes, and so on with the others. Taking his backpack with enough homework for the day, Motohama now followed him as his mother's car was on the vicinity.
Mrs. Matsuda P.O.V.
Being a Working woman was hard, her husband an Engineer, worked for a Japanese Multinational in the realms of Automatization of Industrial Processes, and also at times researching Robot Technology. Meanwhile she worked as a Japanese Translator for a Japanese Editorial which has the Japanese distribution rights to many British books. Tolkien's work, George Martin's and even the recently rousing J.K. Rowling were rousing in their fame on Japan and the editorial who won the distribution rights for at least a pair of decades has the tiring work to be able to translate all the manuscripts to Japanese from their British English part. Her Job is from 8 AM to 2 PM the hour in which her baby leaves school. Daiki is their life, she has seen him from when he was recently bared and saw him grow. On the side of the car she held the pamphlet of a Fencing Teacher on Kuoh, the man was a former British Soldier from WWII who staid in the man in his seventies was a British Fencing Champion for many years and has a Fencing Academy through his students are quire scarce. The man married a Japanese woman. As she came to pick up her son, he came with another boy.
"Mom, I made a friend!" Her Daiki called enthusiastically as the other boy adjusted his glasses shyly.
"That's very good Dai-chan. I'm Kairi Matsuda, Dai-chan's mom."
"M-motohama…Ken Motohama." The shy boy gestured as her son looked back at her.
"Mom, Motohama invited me to his home. Can I go? I promise I'll make my homework and I'll be home early." Her Dai-chan asked politely and bashfully, for a minimal moment he looked not melancholic or sad. She of course nodded vigorously.
"Of course Dai-chan. Just let me escort you to Ken-chan's mom. Ok?"
Akemi Motohama was a disciplined woman, quite even more than herself. She was a home-working mom to a father who was a Businessman and a experienced Stock Market Runner. As her son was about to leave she smiled.
"You have an appointment with your fencing teacher tomorrow."
Her son nodded and smiled, which filled her heart at ease. That smile was one that was reflected through her boy's eyes. If for once she could take away the weight from her son, she would do so gladly. Arriving at home, she assorted her documents and notes and instead slowly took her time to prepare a good dinner.
Mrs. Matsuda, used to be once a hobby writer for old forums during her university days. She was once a big fan of Star Wars and Tolkien's books, most of the times she always dreamed herself being a noble human or even a female warrior fighting against the forces of evil like Sauron or even Morgoth Bauglir. Yet she found a beauty, more so in her urban family life in a good district in this peculiar neighborhood. They weren't of Kuoh, they used to live in Oidaba, the growing industrial complex was where her husband's skills used to be needed, yet…parenthood in their busy lives was something unexpected and unpredictable. But desired and secretly wanted.
"Mmm, should I do Sushi…or perhaps something cooked. Hmm." She hummed as a Cat's mewling got her out of her musings, a obsidian skinned sphynx cat which belonged to her son and has gravitated around her dear Daiki since three protested as its tail swished. Giving some cat-food to the animal, the cat instead only glanced at her with those odd differing-color eyes which she could fall into forever.
"Daiki-chan is at a friend's house, he will come soon." She clapped her hands and went back to the kitchen and the mewling stopped, as she continued to do her work. By the time her Daiki arrived after Mr. Motohama left him home, little Ken waved enthusiastically a goodbye. As her son followed her.
"So, how was your day?" She asked to her son who nodded.
"It was nice. We saw the Star Wars Trilogy and read some of the Comics also, we played Mario Party on his Nintendo 64 and we made a tetris competition. Which I couldn't win." He hissed through his voice as she chuckled at her son's cuteness, it was always that whenever he faced a challenge at anything, he would hiss at it and then find a way to solve it. Her father was just that way too. "We also made homework and I tutored Motohama on Math." Her son detailed also with disinterest as he laid his advanced math book on the table.
'Perhaps advanced math classes would do him good also.' She thought observant of her child's interest. She sighed in relief, for a day at elementary school her boy did well and even managed to finally make a friend. Which eased her fears in her child being far too odd to be able to fit with his friends.
(Hours Later)
Blood, there was blood everywhere in the Emergency Ward. A dark-haired man with magenta eyes with glassses rushed inside the hospital, a bleeding pregnant woman on his arms.
"HELP!" He cried out desperately, she turned in shock as the medics immediately addressed her. The woman was a mess of gashes and in her chest so near her pregnant abdomen was a damned sword, a double-edged sword stabbed. Her husband who only had a case of Appendicitis was already being surveyed by the department of surgery. As the Gynegologists arrived fast as did the Internal Medicine specialists, the man who was on the verge of death and extremely pale fell by the woman's side, she was being treated that he was neglected.
As the medics approached, they tried all they could. The man who stared at her eyes, could only whisper a plea as he slowly vanished as a ghost. One of the medics cried out as a earthquake shook the hospital also and the alarms blared. From the doors came a security guard. "Doctors, doctors. There are people here, they're after the child to kill it!"
Kairi Matsuda gasped as she turned around, in the safety of her home and with her husband sleeping by her side. She took a breath and sighed calmly, very little times did she ever had the nightmares of that night rousing through her once again. She went to her bedside table and drank some water, her parched throat appreciated it and she could only glance to the ceiling. Rarely did she ever confided in deities but she took her Shinto roots and prayed, prayed to her gods for the safety of home and family for a long while. Allowing her to reach inner peace and tranquility, for the house she has for it never to be lost. She got up and went through her house, sneakily opening a door in the darkness of a room the dim light of the moon reflected peacefully her beloved child. Closing the door just as sneakily she went back to bed and recovered her peace to once again sleep. Today will be a good day.
Another school day, another monotone day with potential for Daiki Matsuda. Once more in the morning mathematics he did well, too well for someone his age and this time he reviewed the topic of Biology, more advanced than the stuff they were seeing anyway. As they made their planks the teacher revised the homework they left for at yesterday. Motohama's mom was strict enough, she allowed him to tutor Ken for Math but she didn't allowed them to team up to do homework. Instead she went impartial to say that she wanted each to do their homework separated on different placed at the house and even went as far and confiscate their notebooks to make sure it was that impartial. Going through the planks and acing once again, this time they were of triple digits mostly and few of double digits. The rest of the classes went and the bell rung.
Before he could go outside with Motohama however, he was interrupted by a call..
"Mr. Matsuda." A feminine stern voice called for him and he turned to stare at Ms. Hikari, a teacher for all upperclassman, kinder than the teacher they had in first grade. And Principal of School, as she faced the two boys. "You are requested in the principal's office." She sternly called which of course he nodded and once in the principal's office she sat down with him. "Alright Mr. Matsuda, I'll hand you these papers. I will need you to answer these carefully and very precisely, this is a very serious matter." The woman replied and he nodded as she pushed forward a printed booklet-like paper, a pencil, pencil sharpener and eraser.
"You're exempted from classes today Mr. Matsuda, take your time to answer the test. Do not worry about that."
With the cumulative stress on his head, Daiki Matsuda sighed as he went back to his classroom as the bells marked the end of the schoolday. Motohama came to him surprised.
"Is everything alright?" He asked and he frowned, not knowing what were those exams for. He was never good at pediatrics, and much less in psychiatry. It wrecked his nerves, should he have toned down on his knowledge? ~I'm stupid.~ He thought as Motohama kindly sat by his side and passed him the day's homework and the work they did on the day aside from math. He had many things to read back at home, not that he ever has been that lax in school anyway. "Thanks Motohama." He sincerely thanked him which of course won his shake of head.
"N-no. It's alright." He replied which of course he smiled and nodded. As they walked outside school, his mother already waiting for him.
~Maybe I should just relax and ease my stress. I'm not doing anything wrong.~ He wondered with a smile, not caring about anything else as he went back to his mother and said his goodbyes to Motohama for the day.
"Matsuda, did you hear?" It's been two years since Matsuda Daiki befriended Ken Motohama and both have been inseparable best friends, the latter never leaves the former's side at school. It's been two years since the duo started to be the greatest of friends. They both went to see the Phantom Menace in Premiere night with their parents. They bought lightsabers for that night and even dressed as Jedi even for the movie, it was all a great experience. He got a Gameboy Color with a brand new tetris, Pokemon Silver and a Rubik Cube. And the next year a Nintendo 64 with Mario Party. Since he was so into Pocket Monsters his friend Motohama got so into it also. They were also fans of Super Sentai and the usual shows of their age. "A new student is being transferred into our class, what do you think about that?"
The kids around started calling them both 'The Shadow Duo', since he was the quiet one and Motohama the shy silent one yet he spoke more than him. While he made an habit to consume books of advanced subjects from the ones they took at school. His mother got him into Summer Classes which he took and absorbed all what he was taught in regards to all the school subjects he would see in the future. So far he-s been well and the load was quite easy and whenever he was having difficulty such as fractions or divisions it took him two days of careful tutoring to finally get it right and he would ace through the rest. His fencing teacher last summer got him into the first tournament with children of two years his senior and he did stupendously, he ended up in top four.
"I can't say anything about it Moto. I have to meet him." He didn't took his mind off of the book he was reading. Today was free reading and even his parents have made his reading schedule as such, so today he would read something outside his norm and that he might enjoy. Which ended up being a Sentai Warrior comic book, nothing out of his usual Comic read, but he enjoyed it nonetheless; which presented a nice twist on the overexploited tokusatsu genre. He himself had a more appreciative palette for Dramatics; Star Wars Comics or even Martin's books. He was holding his urge to start reading Shakespeare but his parents kept those out of his way. Promising to gift him his first Shakespearean book on Christmas. He was debating between reading King Lear or MacBeth.
~MacBeth.~. He thought with a smile, he would appreciate reading the tragic book for once. He wouldn't say which book he wanted for Christmas but he would drop heavy hints.
As the school bells rung and was time for class to being once again. The third graders all sat in their desks, mumbling exceitedly about what the new transfar student might be.
Maybe it's a prince from Europe.
Maybe he's a vampire!
Or a Yakuza
Rolling his eyes, the teacher of their grade walked strictly inside the class. The teacher did the usual morning speech. "You may come in and introduce yourself." Teacher said as the door to the classroom opened and in walked a new student. A bright red shirt under his regular school uniform. A head of brown hair and two brown eyes. A regular looking boy, all things considered. Except the words that came out of his mouth.
"Hello." The boy bowed to the entire class in greeting before straightening himself and proclaiming in his childish voice, almost as if a sing of glory and victory." My name is Hyoudou Issei, and my dream is to become the Harem King."
~You don't know it but you'll get to be it.~. To him it was inspiring to see the start of his story already so, a big difference is in seeing everything on TV and written and another one entirely living it to see it. He almost cried, he would be his friend and he would make sure Motohama also befriends him.
"Umm, Very well them. Hyoudou-san. Why don't you go sit net to Motohama in the corner over there." The teacher said, expertly avoiding talking about the awful introduction Issei did. As the self-proclaimed Harem King and future engaged husband of Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima, the guy all girls will die for introduced himself. ~Woah, saying it that way really blows my confidence a big deal.~. He thought and melancholically shook his head, he was never good at relationships. His past life proved it. Moreover, he was condemned in his afterlife, which meant that he is not seeking anything at the moment.
~He will need it more than I. I am just fine with being the good friend in the background, besides my dream is to be a Cardiothoracic Surgeon and medics here in Japan have to study and Surgeons need their hands Intact for that ridiculously difficult test of assembling a micro-butterfly.~. He thought with a frown as he tightened his fists, he would defeat their expectations. He will be the very best surgeon, he will save lives and get to live the high life he always desired for himself. Issei took his seat next to a more proactive Motohama, as he introduced himself to him.
"And this is Matsuda, he's really smart." He heard Motohama introducing Issei to himself. He lightly smiled and brought his gaze up from the books.
"Nice to meet you." He replied with a smile and stared at the class starting to work.
"Do you want to watch movies at my place? Matsuda will be there also."
Motohama would no doubt invite Issei to see the Star Wars Movies or some other Sci-Fy and perhaps play Pokemon Stadium. But of course he will go there also.
"Sure, sounds like fun." Issei replied to Motohama.
~And just like this, the Perverted Trio will be Bor-.~
"Daiki Matsuda." The teacher sternly called in the middle of Homework reviewing as he turned back. "Principal Hikari waits for you at her office."
He frowned, this was the second time he was being called into the very own echelons of the Principal's office. Outside the classroom already the Principal waited for him and in silence, tension and stress escorted him to the classroom. As he sat down the principal's old fax printed a page.
"Alright Mr. Matsuda, from today onwards this shall be your new class and your schedule." The woman pushed forward the printed paper as he looked at it, it was a weekly schedule for the first half of the year.
"I…I don't understand."
The woman leaned forward.
"Young Matsuda, as part of the NATO countries Japan also possesses very strict educational reforms. I shan't specify since your Parents have already been told and have agreed. You, Mr. Matsuda, are a gifted bright child, exceptional. One in the three groups of the grade. You're eligible for the GATE Initiative's Accelerated Education Program our school has. You shall share a classroom with other children with similar capabilities as you in the same school district. Out object of this program is for us public schools to grasp and be able to retain this talent inside our walls and not let it drift either to be ignored or in the clutches of private education." His world was spinning, this wasn't supposed to happen. Matsuda was just an average character in Highschool DxD, he was in the same grade as Issei and Motohama, he wasn't supposed to be like this.
"You mean staying with the Isolated Gifted class? Bu-but they are isolated."
"For good reason." The woman replied rightfully. "Gifted children are above the likes of commoners and the average people. The gifted class is geared towards educating NATO's future leaders in the Professional World. You shall be the leaders of tomorrow, for that…we invest in today Mr. Matsuda. So, from tomorrow onwards you shall be part of Kuoh South Elementary's GATE program." Ms. Hikari voiced which he blinked and bit his lower lip. "What about P.E. Miss Hikari?" The High School principal smiled.
"You are already taking a sport-oriented activity in Fencing Mr. Matsuda. Just like you many of these children will take extra-curricular sports outside of school; archery, swimming, martial arts, your instructors will personally grade your performance." The woman implied and he lightly frowned.
"What if I wish to take self-defense lessons this year Ms. Hikari."
The woman nodded compliantly. "Then your schedule would be adjusted with prior notification Mr. Matsuda. It will all be alright Mr. Matsuda, I promise you that by the end of your elementary school education you would be sufficiently prepared for Middle and High School."
~Because you'll probably put me in this GATE program on those too.~ He frowned, will he be restricted from applying to Kuoh Academy just because it was a private school. He sighed and nodded, if his parents signed then it meant that perhaps maybe, just maybe he has a different path. A wholy another path than what 'TV Show Matsuda' was. He lived languidly by being a secondary character in the overall plot and being the character of his own brand new start. And his laziness by not keeping what he knew to himself has bit him in the ass by putting him once again with the Nerd Class.
"You may leave Mr. Matsuda, I expect you at my Advanced Classroom tomorrow in the morning."
He nodded and left the principal's office, as the bell echoed through the school and tears cascaded down his eyes. He tried, he truly tried to change his life's destiny. He tried to change from being the same cowardly sagely nerdy boy that never managed to get out of his anti-social shell, only to once again be shoved inside the same shell against his own will.
~I'm sorry…I'm really sorry.~ For the first time in his life, he truly cried of sadness and melancholic rage all over his being, that the world always had a way to screw him over. Just this time again.