Alright fellas, it's time for chapter one. I don't own shit except for characters made yours truly. DxD belongs to whoever made it(I'll figure it out later).

Here's a key:

"Speech"

"Thought"

"Godly speech"

"Godly thoughts"

[Ddraig]

(Albion)

{Bahamut}

(Optional soundtrack cue)

Read and review, constructive criticism is welcome, but please no pointless negativity.

Chapter 1: Enter the dragon.

"Ladies and gentlemen we'd like to thank you for choosing Japan airlines, we hope you enjoy your stay."

The voice of the intercom rang as it announced the final decent. All of the occupants of the cabin sat idly waiting for the plane to make its final approach. Siting in one of the rows sat a boy in a black hoodie, his eyes a a deep red and his hair pitch black. His skin was fairly pale, bordering on ghostly. He starred idly out the window, his visage portraying no emotion. He looked almost soulless as his eyes followed the clouds as they passed.

But that boy is irrelevant to the story, irrelevant compared to the man beside him.

Sitting in the middle seat, directly to the left, was what only could be described as an interesting character. He was a Caucasian male around twenty years age. He had white but tanned skin that looked rather dry and cracked,. He sported a Green floral print t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts, above which he wore a blue leather vest.

His eyes were obscured by a pair of gold framed aviator sunglasses with reflective blue lenses. On the top of his head sat a baseball cap, covering his shoulder length electric blue hair. Said hair was styled into a mullet. A scowl was superimposed on his face as if he was offended by merely existing. Although, he was looked to be rather invested in a comic book, The Avengers to be exact.

"Excuse me sir, can you fasten your seatbelt, we will be landing shortly." A flight attendant stated, ripping the the young man's attention from his comic. The flight attendant was a woman in her twenties, she was rather average in physique and wouldn't really stand out in a beauty contest. The scowl was instantly replaced by a goofy grin.

"Oop, my bad, wasn't paying attention, my apologies." The man responded awkwardly as he immediately began fiddling with the buckle. His voice was relatively deep and would have been considered smooth if it weren't for the New Englander accent he possessed. The man's voice struck the flight attendant as rather attractive, garnering a light blush from the woman. The man merely responded with bemused look and went back to reading his comic book.

The Boeing behemoth descended from the heavens in the late day, touching down just as the sun made contact with the horizon painting the the sky a rich, fiery orange.

"Another happy landing." The man thought in exasperation as he had listened to several people clap in applause when the plane landed. The act made him cringe out of second-hand-embarrassed. After waiting through several grueling minutes of announcements, the aluminum leviathan was soon parked at the terminal with its kin.

The man stood up to grab his luggage, revealing his large stature, a good six foot seven, allowing him to tower over the native Japanese like some mighty mythical figure. He briskly made he way off the plane, accidentally trampling a few people on his way out, which he promptly apologized for.

As he exited the terminal, night had fallen on the city of Tokyo, revealing the bustling night life of japans capital. Stopping for a brief moment to take in the scenery. He noticed a short Japanese man holding a sign standing outside a stretch limo. What really grabbed his attention was the name on the sign.

Robert Drake

"Hmm, that must be for me." The newly named Robert Drake spoke internally. He casually approached the limo, his luggage apparently already collected.

"Ah, you must be mister drake, we have already taken the liberty of gathering your luggage as requested by our client." The short guy exclaimed in English, rather to enthusiastically, startling the foreigner before him.

"Uh, yeah, that's me," he replied, taken aback by the overwhelming politeness of the short man. Adjusting his sunglasses slightly, he entered the limousine to avoid further awkward conversation and shut it behind him. Once seated he took the time to examine the interior of the cabin. The interior was composed primarily of of black leather, illuminated by blue LEDs. To his right was cooler filled with expensive looking liquor and familiar beverages, all accompanied by a rack of wine glasses that twinkled in the blue light.

"I'll be damned, my dad really went all out with this one," Robert thought out loud, not expecting anyone to reply.

"You can say that again, your father's the biggest client we've had in a while." The voice of the driver said again in English , one again startling Robert who wasn't used to being suddenly engaged in conversation. But the driver seem like a decent guy and not too friendly like the guy back at the airport, perhaps he could chat a little.

"You gotta be pullin my leg, my dad is the biggest cheapskate I know." Robert replied, trying to engage in a conversation with a complete stranger for once. The driver chuckled, as he pulled out of the terminal.

"Must be something important for him to fork out the dough for something like this. Speaking of which, what brings you to the land of the rising sun?" Now that was a question Robert could answer without seeming like a complete dumbass.

"Studying abroad, my parents figured it would be good for opportunity to make friends, which should be easy since the first person i met was so eager to get on my good side." Robert responded earning another hearty laugh from the driver.

"You'll have to forgive Majima, he can be a little, how you say, eccentric when I comes to meeting new people." Robert snorted in amusement, knowing that the short guy as a special case rather than the standard.

"Anyway," the driver continued, "which school are you going to?" Robert helped himself to caprisun from one of the coolers, silently debating whether or not to elaborate any further. "I'm sorry if I'm probing you too much, you don't have to tell me,"stated the driver feeling the uneasiness of the sole passenger.

"Kuoh Academy." Robert stated plainly, throwing caution to the wind. "Very prestigious, from what I've been told."

"Kuoh? The all female academy, yeah I know it, my niece goes there." Taking a puff from a cigarette, evident from the plume of smoke and the scent of tobacco emanating from the divider. "What's a boy like you doing at a girl school?"

"WAS a girl school," Robert began. "I heard from the grapevine it's co-Ed now." He took another slorp from his caprisun.

"About damn time, men have a right to decent education too." The driver took a left on to another street illuminated by signs and billboards. The driver sighed in resignation.

"My niece never tells me about her school life." Robert let out another snort.

"If it makes you feel any better, I was only told about my enrollment less than a week before I arrived here." Both of them chuckle at their own respective circumstances. "If it's alright with you I'm gonna rest for a little bit, let me know when we arrive." Robert's social battery had run out and he had no interest in socializing anymore that night.

"Of course, feel free to help yourself to the drinks back there." The driver responded politely, closing the divider. Robert looked awkwardly at the cooler, as he had just down his third pouch of Pacific Cooler.

He let out a deep breath and relaxed into the seat beneath him. The smell of tobacco slowly faded, the entire cab was silent say for the ambient sound of limousine moving and the muffled city outside.

Finally, some peace.

Only for that peace to be interrupted by a tussling in the breast pocket of his vest.

Mirp

"Oh, sorry Jimmy, didn't mean to wake you up," Robert spoke softly, responding to the thing in his pocket. Slowly he opened the flap on his, carful of the tiny passenger within. Immediately a small, reptilian head poked out of the opening. The little creature then climbed out of its hiding spot onto Robert's shoulder, revealing it to be an American alligator. Said alligator was only around eight inches in length, likely a hatchling.

Mirp

"Yes jimmy, I know said not to wake you up until we got to the house," Robert muttered.

The little crocodilian seemed to give him a offended look.

Mirp

"Hey, it's not like I can mute the world around me on demand," Robert grumbled in exasperation, taking a sip from his fruity beverage. "Now go back to sleep." Jimmy seemed to roll his eyes before darting back into Robert's pocket.

Robert leaned back in the chair, once again enjoying the peace of the moving vehicle as it navigated the streets of Tokyo. Rummaging in his pocket he brought out a blue case. Opening the case revealing two AirPods, fully charged and meticulously cleaned, ready for use. He popped both buds into his ears, and pulled out his phone. Pressing play he leaned over peering out the window while his preferred music played.

(Play: Rocket - Def Leppard)

Robert watched the buildings go by all illuminated by billboards advertising shows and products. A lot of them featured anime characters in various poses with said products. He saw many people walking around either shopping, commuting from work, waiting at bus stops, or just wandering around with friends. All of said sights were both familiar yet alien to Robert. He had only ever seen a place like this in the Asian enclaves of the various American cities he'd resided in previously

He would get glimpses of iconic landmarks such as Tokyo tower and the like, for they would be lit up like a Christmas tree. They were truly beautiful especially against the backdrop of Mount Fuji. Unfortunately the sun had descended below the horizon, giving him limited visibility of the great volcano. Robert was a little disappointed, but he would be back.

The drive continued, the neon lights gradually began to fade as the limo pressed on into the night. Buildings got smaller, trees became more abundant. Normally Robert would have taken the train, but he'd had to many close calls with crackheads on the New York subway and rather not push his luck.

So far Japan seemed only a little different from the cities of America, but they were still different enough to tell apart. The wild advertising reminded him a lot of Las Vegas and the sunset strip. In Vegas they'd use pretty ladies and colorful signs to advertise nightclubs and bars, as well as lure people into gambling their life savings away at various casinos. While he still assumed there were casinos and nightclubs in Tokyo, the big Jumbotrons probably served a similar purpose to the ones on broadway.

Robert admired what little scenery was shown by the various cars on the freeway. There wasn't much to look at, occasionally he'd spot a few neon signs and a few pimped out cars. The cars in question were decorated with some ridiculous car mods like spoilers and LEDs, most were probably illegal street racers. A few even buzzed the limo. He did acknowledge that they look pretty cool, but admiration quickly turn to humor when they were pulled over by the police.

"Hahaha he got you, sucker!" He quipped internally.

~Later~

After what seemed like an hour, the limo pulled off the highway. Robert didn't bother to check the time for his watch was not adjusted to the time zones. The limousine drove through a labyrinth of streets. Robert saw signs both foreign and familiar. Western fast food chains and basic amenities were easy to decipher. However there were other signs that puzzled him.

For instance, while driving through what he figure was the shady part of town, he spotted something called a "love hotel".

He didn't really know what a love hotel was nor did he want to find out. Judging from where it was placed, he could only assume it was some sort of brothel or bordello. Brothels were all but gone in modern America, due to prostitution being illegal and all, but he had little information about them here in Japan.

Along with strange and disturbing, there were places of excitement and intrigue. Although he only got a quick glimpse of a "Game Center", or in English, Arcade. A grin split his face open width-wise. Back in the USA Robert would frequent arcades almost religiously. One could not use the Jurassic Park: arcade or Dance Dance Revolution without seeing the initials RMD at the top of the high score list. Those kinds of exploits tended to attract crowds, not that he disliked the attention.

The limousine made a left turn onto a residential street. The street itself wasn't much nor where the houses that lined it, the houses seemed almost crammed onto the street yet, They weren't. Most of the houses were typical Japanese suburban home and dotted among them where more western inspired houses one would find in the average San Francisco neighborhood. Some windows where backlit others were completely dark. The whole area seemed nice almost homely. It put to rest the anxiety he had the whole flight, said anxiety revolved around his father dumping him in the Japanese equivalent of Detroit.

(End music)

Robert was broken out of thoughts when the limousine came to a sudden stop. The divider once again opened.

"Hey kid, we're here." The driver said, finally showing his face in the rear view mirror. The driver was an average looking Japanese man with a goatee and a chiseled jawline. "By the way, I never got your name."

"Drake, Robert Drake," Robert said simply.

"Kazuma Kiryuu," the driver responded, Robert's eyebrows raised ever so slightly.

"You don't happen to be yakuza, do you?" That got a hearty laugh out of Kazuma.

"Ex-Yakuza actually, but yeah I get that a lot. Ever since that video game came out the similarities have be frightening."

"How many times has a client forced to sing dame da ne?" Robert asked out of curiosity

"More than I can count," the Ex-Yakuza responded sheepishly.

"Yikes."

"Anyway, I hope you have a good time in Kuoh. if you ever need anything, you know who to call." Kazuma stated, giving Robert his contact info. Robert exited the vehicle, went around back, and grabbed his luggage from the trunk. The two men exchanged farewells.

"What a chad, definitely givin him five stars on yelp." Robert smiled to himself.

He turned around to the house he would be staying in for the foreseeable future. He was honestly surprised with quality of living his father hooked him up with. He honestly expected a shitty hotel on the ghetto side of town, or worse, one of those capsule hotels that doubled as a coffin when you inevitably get roasted to death for living in one. He was relieved that he wouldn't be the laughing stock of his siblings. He was also happy that he wouldn't get mugged whenever he went out for a walk.

The house itself was nothing special. It was a typical Detroit style bungalow, he was thankful it wasn't actually in Detroit, with a front porch, garage, and from what he could see, an attic dormer. There was an old sycamore tree in the front yard, to the left of it was a concrete path that led directly to a set of stairs that in turn led up to the porch.

On the porch were a table, a few chairs and a porch swing. The whole property seem a little out of place in the neighborhood that was predominantly occupied by Japanese built homes. It wouldn't surprise him if his parents originally commissioned it for a quaint summer cottage.

Robert took out the key he was given and shoved it into the corresponding lock. giving it a twist until he heard a click, he turned the nob and opened the door. He looked around noticing the various boxes intermittent with the furniture. He walked around mentally mapping out the interior of the house. Kitchen, bathroom, living room, guest rooms, and attic dormer. Each room was barely furnished, Robert would have to take the time to decorate his new crib, it was not problematic for he had plenty of time to do just that.

In his opinion, he was the best interior decorator he knew.

Chip and Joanna Gaines, eat your hearts out.

He noted that there was a back sliding door, leading to the back deck. The back deck itself overlooked the backyard, which bordered the local lake. However it was what was on the deck that grabbed Robert's attention.

"HOLY MOLY, IS THAT A HOT TUB?!" He exclaimed, oblivious to the fact that he was alone.

Well, not exactly. He remembered his little friend who he kept in his pocket.

"Ay Jimmy! Wake up!" The little reptile stirred in his pocket before sticking his little head out. He regarded his keeper with an inquisitive chirp before observing the the new abode. It let out an exited squeak before the tiny gator kept from his pouch to the kitchen floor.

Except when Jimmy landed, he wasn't so little. Replacing the hot-dog-sized hatchling was a heavily built, 10 foot murder-log. Robert didn't seem fazed by the sudden, rapid aging of his scaled compadre, as he went upstairs to change for the night. Within a few minutes he was back downstairs in a black bathrobe as a he headed for the bathroom.

The bathroom had all the typical hallmarks of a regular master bathroom. It had a shower, bathtub, and all the other toiletries necessary for Robert to keep up to task with his hygiene. Robert opened the walk in shower and turned it on before turning back to the mirror to admire his physique. Needless to say Robert was ripped. He wasn't built like a steroid abusing gym rat, nor did he have a slim surfer bod. He had a happy medium, like that of a professional wrestler, not quite a work of Michelangelo but chiseled nonetheless.

He had the body of a gigachad.

"Look at you, ya sexy sunova gun." He complimented himself. He had to admit he was quite looker.

Robert stood there flexing in the mirror. He would pose and admire how his muscles rippled under the thin layers of fat and skin. Along with being dry and cracked, his skin was also very scarred. Of all of his epidermis, forty percent of it had to have been scar tissue. He turned around and going down the length of his spine were tattoos. The tattoos were styled like a seven looped eternity knot framed by a Penrose triangle. the strange symbol repeated down the center of his back seventeen times. His most eye catching feature his now unobscured eyes, more specifically his irises. His irises were a burning orange that seemed to glow like hot embers of a fire. The otherworldly glow was only intensified by the contrasting color of his hair.

Robert finished ogling himself and took a more serious disposition. With a snap of his fingers his figure changed, unseen features revealed themselves. His once round an human pupils elongated into reptilian slits. His ears became more fin-like and scaly.

Once dry an cracked skin became jagged, dark blue scales the color of the night sky.

Two pairs of horns protruded from the sides of his head. A long serpentine tail sprouted from his lower back, the blue scales continued down the tail where it ended in a sharp tail vane. From his shoulder blades unfurled a pair of blue scaled wings consisting of four fingers and connected by a lighter colored patagium. Each finger ended in a small claw, the largest of which was on the thumb which was unconnected to the wing membrane.

Contrary to popular belief, Robert Drake was not human, he never was. He was a dragon, still fairly young but still older than most of the kids he'd be going to school with. He masqueraded as a human to hide his true nature from mammals he and his family lived among, much like the other supernatural species. While most dragons would rather hide in some cave with all they're piles of gold and valuables, sure his father had dozens of caches hidden around the US and Robert had whatever was in that mountain of boxes in the entryway, but his father always insisted in living as humans. Something about peaceful coexistence he would say, Robert understood the concept but it didn't make the situation any easier.

Robert flexed his wings, listening to the pop of the joints. He had kept his draconic features hidden the entire flight, he was starting to get arthritis. He banished the thought as he retracted his wings and entered the shower. He was met with a torrent of lukewarm water in which he promptly began to clean himself with. In his right hand he held a brick of pumice. the volcanic rock, formed from the mixture of lava and water, was usually used by humans to remove corns and calluses. The price Robert had was around the size of a football and looked to have been ripped out of the side of a volcano. He gently yet firmly rubbed the stone against his scaled skin, scraping away away at them, dislodging any loose scales or debris whilst dulling any sharp points.

He then lathered himself in soap and shampoo. While it wasn't really necessary for a dragon, Robert still partook in human hygienics. Normally he wouldn't do such a thing, but part of living as a human meant acting like one, it was a common sense. Robert didn't mind it, not one bit, the conditioner did wonders on the hair of his human form and the aromatic scent of the soaps he used masked his draconic scent quite well.

He turned the faucet down, the once warm water quickly became colder. Robert had long rinsed off the ludicrous amount of soap he had used to clean himself. His muscles tensed from the cold shock response but gradually relaxed as his body acclimated to the temperature. He sat down on the floor of the shower, crossing his legs, and relaxed every muscle in his body. The cool water poured down on his form like rain. He closed his eyes and dismissed every stray thought in his head, reaching out with is mind. The scenery around him changed as whatever he was reaching out to seemingly responded.

The interior of the shower was replaced by a sandy beach facing a vast ocean that stretched to the horizon, not only in front, but both left and right as well. Behind him was a dense forest of cypress and mangrove trees illuminated by the brief flashing of lightning bugs. In the distance in all directions where dark clouds, accompanied by distant rumble of thunder. The landscape had a relatively peaceful aura, even if the weather in the distance was the opposite. Robert paid no mind to that, rather paying attention to what was in front of him.

The calm ocean in front of him stirred. Eventually the whatever was out there began rising from the the water. Eventually a figure emerged, revealing itself to be a truly colossal dragon. The dragon itself was massive easily a mile long and covered in golden and teal scales. It had piercing red eyes that burned brightly, like twin suns.

The head was adorned with two sets of multi-pronged horns, and a small crescent shaped horn in the middle of its forehead. Behind it were three tails thicker than the largest redwood trunk that twisted and coiled like disgruntled vipers. Each tail ended in an ornate spike.

The dragon spread its wings, all four pairs of them. The sheer wingspan blocked out the sky. the patagium was covered in Luminous spots and blotches, it resembled a starry sky with galaxies and nebulae. The entirety created an artificial night that was both extremely beautiful and extremely intimidating.

If Robert was human he probably would have shat himself.

{Whomst hath awakened me from my slumber?} the dragon boomed, it's voice was a deep baritone bordering on bass. Any normal person would have died of fear by now. Robert however facepalmed and tried stifle his laughter… which he was failing at.

"Subtlety really isn't your thing has it, gramps." Robert stated, looking up at the larger dragon. Said dragon was quick to retort.

{You aren't all that subtle either, and my theatrics aren't that bombastic, are they?}

"Yes they are."

The two stared each other down. Then threw their heads back and laughed, not a half-hearted one, but a full blown belly- laugh. The duo eventually calmed down and resumed the conversation.

{So, what brings brings you to the inside of that thick skull of yours, kiddo?} the larger dragon asked, addressing the younger one like a grandfather would address their grandchild.

The place they were currently residing was also revealed to Roberts mindscape, a sort of inner world all beings with a conscience possess and can access. Robert had tailored it to not only be a happy space for himself but his titanic tenant.

"Well, we've made landfall in Japan. didn't die on the way here so that's a start." Robert started. "I don't see why I couldn't have have just flown here or at the very least used some sort of teleportation to get here."

{Need I remind you that you were told to be discreet as possible. I know that you're on friendly terms with one of the gods here, but not the whole pantheon. You flying in, full power, music blasting would draw too much attention. And they don't even know I still exist, I sealed off your power for a reason.} The dragon chastised, gesturing to the odd tattoos running down Robert's back.

"Yes Bahamut, you've lectured me like a gazilion times about keeping a low profile, but it doesn't change the fact that it would have been a little eas-"

{Just because something is simpler doesn't necessarily mean it is best solution. Sometimes the path least taken leads to greener pastures… that was a good quote, write that down. Write that down!} the now named bahamut interjected, now ecstatic about his accidental wiseman moment.

"Alright, Master Oogway." Robert responded sarcastically.

{Oh and don't call me bahamut, I'm basically your grandfather so please refer to me as such.} the elder dragon then lowered himself so he was at the level of his grandson. {Also, your early, you don't start school for another week.}

"Yes. But I've got to account for jet lag and setting up the house." Bahamut nodded in agreement. "It also gives me time to do a little exploring." Robert finished, knowing fully well he would be going on several shopping sprees while in Japan. He sighed before staring off into the distance longingly.

{You're going to try and find her, aren't you.} Bahamut deadpanned. Robert let out a sigh before meeting the red orbs of his grandfather.

"I have to try, last time l was here I never got a chance to visit. I never got to tell her how I felt all those years ago, I hope she'll still accept me." He said, looking both anxious and downtrodden. "So I'll be going to Fukuoka on Thursday to see her… if she's still there."

Bahamut observed his grandson. he had been with him during his highest and lowest points, through thick and thin, he could tell something was troubling Robert. He made the wise decision to change the subject and have another heart to heart with him later.

{Y'know what, how about we talk about this later. You have a house to decorate and I doubt sitting in a cold shower will fix anything.} Robert perked up at this, he had completely forgotten about the long soak he was taking.

"Oh shit you're right, I completely forgot. I'll gotta go but I'll see you later."

{Yeah, in your dreams.} The two bursts out in laughter before waving each other goodbye. The scene rapidly reverted back to the the shower walls from before. He quickly sputtered from the water which was still very cold. He stumbled and tumbled a little before finally reaching the faucet to cut off the deluge of polar liquid he had been pelted with for the last twenty minutes. He exited the shower and grabbed a towel from the adjacent rack and began to dry himself off. He exited the bathroom either the towel around his waist, Samoan style, and headed upstairs to change into something a little more comfy. He spotted his crocodilian roommate lying on his back, spread eagle, across the sofa.

"You comfy there ya fat fuck?" He blurted, not expecting a reply.

Hisssss

"Love you too." He responded, a cocky grin plastered his face as he continued his truck to his bedroom. The bedroom took up the entirety of of the attic dormer and had a window at both the east and west end. Both windows allowed for the sun to enter during sunrise and sunset. On the north side, directly opposite of the stairway entrance, was a walk-in closet that took up enough space to make the room symmetrical. On the west end there was a full sized bed, frame and all, flanked by two nightstands, the left of which had a digital clock displaying the correct time for the time zone.

The east end however, was a different story, stacked high was a mountain of boxes similar to those downstairs. Luckily the room had air conditioning, even better was the placement of one of the vents directly above the bed. Robert could rest assured the he could fall asleep with a nice cool breeze blasting him in the face, something all men and women deserved.

In the span of a few minutes Robert had gotten changed into something more casual.

He now wore a pair of white heart-print boxers and a wife-beater tank top. If it weren't for his near Adonis-like physique and draconic features, he could have easily passed for some average shmuck from suburban America who just had awoken by his neighbor mowing the lawn at six in the morning. He went back downstairs to start unboxing and decorating his new crib, perhaps even grabbing some food as well.

Robert descended the stairs again, to be met by the scaly blob that was his roommate. Jimmy had understandably not moved an inch since there last chat if one could call it that. Robert set his sights on the mountain of boxes in the entryway, steeling himself for the unpacking ahead. But Robert had other problems to deal with first, mainly an empty stomach. Sure, his adjustable metabolism allowed him to go long without eating then other species, one of the many perks of dragon physiology, but he had previously tuned his metabolism to that of a humans. Fasting for long periods of time would surely draw attention, especially that of the unwanted variety. However, that wasn't the only time inconvenience.

He also really liked food.

Robert strolled into the kitchen, taking the time look out the sliding door at the lake behind his home, the vestiges of the the sunset still lingering on the horizon. Kuoh was a seaside town, but it also had a few bodies freshwater bodies scattered about, this lake being one of them. Robert tore his attention from the lake and to the clock on the wall.

7:26

It wasn't as late as he thought it was, therefore he had plenty of time to unbox his shit and get tired enough to actually sleep tonight, maybe the universe wasn't always out to get him. He looked down and saw the the reptilian form of his compadre. Jimmy had apparently had the same idea on grabbing some grub and lumbered into the kitchen while Robert wasn't looking.

The duo regarded each other before turning their attention towards the refrigerator. Open opening the door the were met with a nearly empty refrigerator. Nearly, for there was a pack of hotdogs and a can of spray-on cheese. The two of them looked at each other then back at barren interior of the fridge, both sporting appropriately puzzled expressions. Robert closed the fridge and immediately scrounged through the cabinets looking for something edible, to which there was nothing say for a box of Twinkies. Robert let out a sigh before turning to Jimmy.

"Whelp, I guess we're having Twinkie Weiner sandwiches tonight." He said while taking out all previous articles of food. "I guess shopping for food is also on the list of things to do this week."Robert whipped together the iconic meal from weird Al yankovic's UHF, a snack he had indulged in several times in the past. Yes, it was a bit of crude meal and not healthiest. But Robert didn't care, desperate come for desperate measures. The duo finished their "dinner" before Robert picked up a box cutter and marched toward the pile of Boxes with in the other room. The retractable knife would be his sword that he would use to slay the metaphorical dragon.

~Three hours later~

(Play: fairies wear boots - Black Sabbath)

Music played from a pair of large black speakers that were connected via various cables to a turntable. Said turntable was crudely Frankensteined to incorporate a cassette player and what looked to be a fully functional ham radio jury rigged to be a receiver, judging by the wire that led up through a window to the outside. A record spun on top of the turntable, evidently being the source of the music. Directly adjacent to the peculiar setup was rack containing various albums both vinyl and cassette spanning from the 40s to the modern day.

It was a quite a variety of genres but it mostly rock music.

The entirety of the house's interior was different, framed posters and pictures hung up on the walls. shelves full of books and various Knick knacks such as Native American paraphernalia and the occasional animal skull were also present. There were even a few oddballs such as the assortment of taxidermy fish that were fastened to some of the walls, the largest by far being a blue marlin that was easily twice Robert's height in overall length.

Speaking of which, Robert was in the process setting up the television. Some of his reptilian features were still present, such as the forked tongue that stuck from his mouth as he tried to figure out which cable went where. Robert wasn't the most tech savvy of people, he was strong proponent of the "hit it with a hammer" doctrine. In all honesty he wished one of his more technologically adept siblings was here to at least give him some guidance.

After what seemed like an hour of fiddling with the cable box, Robert was finally able to get a signal, putting an end to his twenty minute career as a technician.

Did he do a good job?

Yes.

Was it a fucking hassle?

Also yes.

Robert picked up the flatscreen tv and hung it on its designated spot on the wall. He took a step back to admire his handy work, like all artists should. Every wall had some interesting facet of American culture, accompanied by a few strange artifacts with equally strange stories behind them. The main living area wasn't the extent of the chaotically organized jumble he called interior design. No, under the span of three hour Robert had managed to unpack everything he had brought and pimp out his house with it.

He looked to his side and saw the mound of flattened cardboard boxes, the shear amount of it was enough to construct a functional airplane. If Howard Hughes could build a plane out of wood, why couldn't he. The name: the Cardboard Cormorant had a good ring to it. on top of pile laid Jimmy who was sprawled out like dragon would on its hoard of gold, again ironic considering Robert was an honest to god dragon.

Needless to say, Robert deemed himself sufficiently tired enough to go to bed. He briskly stumbled into the bathroom room, got out a toothbrush, and began to practice his nightly routine of brushing his teeth. Said teeth were more akin to daggers than teeth, he still brushed them like any human would. As a dragon Robert had the ability to shed and regrow teeth much in the manner a sharp would, a typical dragon often shed up to a million teeth in their life. That didn't mean it was a pleasant experience, if a dragon had poor oral hygiene, shedding a tooth could be quite painful.

Robert wiggled a rather loose tooth out of its socket, the tooth would grow back overnight leaving him with a full set of chompers the following morning. He was rather glad he caught it at that moment, normally people would stare if someone just up and yanked one of their own teeth out in public. Something like that would blow his cover real quick.

He reached down into a drawer and fished out a a jar that contained more teeth. Robert would often have jars of teeth and shed scales as macabre as it was, he had reason for. People often used dragon part to create lethal weapons and perform dark rituals, often by dragon hunters and the like. Discarding such valuable materials carelessly was like leaving a trail of breadcrumbs that lead straight to him. He had run-ins with dragon hunters before and was not keen on filming sequels.

He put the jar back in the drawer and retreated upstairs, Jimmy in close pursuit. Robert's room was decked out similar to the average teenager but much more organized. He had bookshelves and posters like downstairs but there were other things such as desk, a wardrobe, and an electric guitar that hung on a rack bolted to the wall. On one shelf he had figures of various giant monsters, such as Godzilla and the like, lined up at attention like soldiers.

Robert discarded his shirt into an accompanying basket and comically jumped into bed, hitting the pillow in the same manner a tomahawk cruise missile would hit an Iraqi military base. He fumbled around with the covers before coming to rest on his left side. The vent directly above his head blasted him with cool air. Jimmy crawled up and layer at the foot of the bed, almost as a dog would. The whooshing of the air conditioning lulled him to sleep, sending him to the realm of Morpheus.

And cut.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed this first chapter, I know it probably came across as very boring but I assure you it will get better, hopefully. I feel it's necessary for the first chapter to introduce the setting and main character, and not throw you into some batshit crazy action scene.

Moreover, I wanted to introduce Robert, our home boy, in a way that reveals a lot about his character but also doesn't at the same time, if that makes any sense.

Robert was originally meant to be a joke character designed to mock and make fun of common tropes, but eventually he evolved into a fairly complex character that will be revealed later. He takes inspiration from a few characters in western culture that I wanted to adapt into more anime-esque situations for comedic effect while mocking the overpowers outsider trope. Yes he will be hella broken but there's a catch I've hinted to already.

As for the other unanswered questions:

1. Why was Robert, being the dragon he is, sent overseas to kuoh?

2. What is his background, is he friend or foe?

3. Who is this "she" Robert mentioned when talking to Bahamut?

4. Is he a quirked up white boy that's goated with the sauce?

5. Is Weird Al Yankovic's UHF a good movie? (Yes)

All these questions will be answered answered later. But I can confirm is that I've got plans I cannot share with with you because the haters will sabotage me.

This chapter's title is a reference to the 1973 martial arts movie: enter the dragon starring Bruce lee.

I once again hope you enjoyed this first chapter, more will be out when I get the time to write them.

Peace out.