One day when you least expect it, the great adventure finds you

-Ewan Mcgreggor (OBI-WAN KENOBI!)-

10 years ago…

Location: Australia, NSW

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It was trapped.

It was born in a land of bone, of dust and death. But in this land of flesh, earth and life it thought it could make a home. Live, and survive.

It hissed in anger at the piece of creation that held it down. Large and unmoving. A large stone, old as the ground it lived upon. It flailed, struggled, tugged. But nothing would move the stone, nothing would move its fate.

How could this happen?

Why did this happen?

Fate was a cruel mistress, deciding that it would die because of a mere rock. It, a creature of death and fear, with venom that could kill anything.

But it refused to surrender, refused to die.

And so it struggled, on and on it went. As light turned to darkness, and warmth turned to cold and back again as the light returned. The cycle continued, without it.

Yet it yearned to be part of the cycle, to have a bigger role than just serving as a warning to others not to make the same mistake. And as the cold returned, it wondered.

How was it to escape?

Crunch

Its head snapped up, waking from its slumber quickly, it looked around searching for the source of the sound. That's when it heard… sounds. Grunts, Growls, Hums, Squeaks and Clicks. The creature was close by.

Choosing to stay silent, it went still, its eyes quickly, frantically searching the area around, so should the creature appear, it would defend itself with fang and death.

Then, from further away, he heard yells, roars, howls, deep and demanding. A shiver of fear traced down its spine. The distant creature was without doubt older, that meant that the creature near was younger, smaller, a child perhaps. Which meant there was more.

Then, suddenly, it heard a yelp behind it, filled with surprise, and a hint of fear. Its eyes shoot up, to see a creature standing behind it, out of reach, looking at it with wide eyes.

The creature was an oddity, standing on 2 limbs rather than 4 as most did. It was rather straight, with an additional 2 limbs just below its neck and on the uppermost sides of its chest, sticking out to the sides, the limbs would reach down to the start of the creature's legs if they were held there. Its chest was square-like, with enough space to hold most of its organs. Sitting on top of its chest, was its neck, and then an oval-like flat face. With features it had never seen before. On top of it's head, was a tuff of brown fur, which strangely didn't seem to be what made the rest of the creature's fur, which dangled loosely from it, almost like it was only connected in certain places.

Yet, most of all, were its eyes. It knew from its life, that one could tell what kind of creature something was by their eyes. And this creature's eyes were wide with surprise and fear, yet they had other emotions, foreign to it within them. The closest it could compare, was the feeling it felt once it caught its meal. But beyond that the eyes themselves were a color he had only seen come from the injured and dying.

Blood Red.

The creature's eyes were the color of death, of pain, of suffering, and of life all at once.

The creature seemed to be observing it, then its gaze shifted to the area around it. Almost as if it wasn't worth its time. Yet then, they returned once again. Suddenly, the creature looked up, and chirped loudly, almost like a call of attention. Almost instantly the deep sounds responded, worry, concern and fear evident in them. It was a warning. The creature chirped again, and back and forth the creature, and deep sounds conversed. Until finally, the deep one responded again with warning, yet acceptance and caution in its sound. The creature moved its head up and down once, before turning its gaze to it.

Believing the creature was going to attack, it bared its fangs and hissed threateningly, hoping to scare off the predator. Yet the creature raised its top limbs, holding them on either side of its head, before chirping in a repetitive, soft and calming tone as it stepped back disappearing behind the rock.

It wouldn't be long before it discovered where the creature had gone, no-where. Without warning, the stone that held it down began to move, and grunts of exertion were heard from the creature. Then, the stone tipped back, and with wide eyes it rushed forward from the embrace of stone and earth. It was free.

Yet, before it vanished into the seclusion and cover of nature once more, it paused. The creature had saved it, despite being frail and weak, it had proved to do what it could not. Such a debt would need to be paid. But how?

An idea came to mind, something that the creature had been taught by it's forefathers. A way to restore the death in its brethren's fangs, perhaps it could do the same for the creature.

So turning around, it gazed up at the creature that had saved it, and was looking at it with wonder.

And as it coiled, death gathered upon its fangs.

And it lunged high.

Bone met flesh.

Blood met air.

And soon after, it retreated back into the nature from whence it came.

None the wiser to what it had just done…

Present Day…

Location: Japan, Kuoh Outskirts

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"-ve known each other, for so long."

"Hhhmmmmmmm"

"You're hearts been achin', but you're too shy to say it!"

"Hhhaaaggghmmmmm"

"Inside we both know what's been, goin' on. We know the game and we're gonna play it!"

"Grrhhaaaaaaa!"

With an irritated grown/yawn, I sat up and slammed my hand down on the alarm clock, effectively ending the song. I then promptly fell back in bed, my head being buried in the pillow.

'I should probably get up.'

'But…'

I stole a glance at the Alarm Clock. It read 6:20 AM.

'Bus leaves at 7:30. So I've got 40 minutes or so before I need to get up. So I can spend that time amassing the will to get up.'

With a content sigh, I unleashed all tension from my body and just relaxed in my bed.

54 Minutes later…

I cracked an eye open and looked at the clock, which now read 7:14.

'Fuck.'

Shortly after…

As I finished putting on my new school uniform, I took a moment to observe myself in the mirror.

The uniform consisted of a Gray Blazer, Gray Pants, and a Dress Shirt. Pretty Simple overall. Although I'd quickly ditched the winter Dress Shirt as the sleeves were extremely uncomfortable and pinched my skin whenever I bent my arms, so I swapped it with the summer dress shirt and put my blazer over it to hide my lack of long sleeves.

As a Bonus, I didn't need to buckle up my Blazer or my Dress Shirt, and considering how thin the latter was, It was easy to simply wear a far more comfortable shirt underneath. Sadly the only clean shirt I had right now was a red one, so I had to wear that.

'For such a plain uniform style, I would've assumed they'd plaster their school logo/name all over it, or at least on the left breast. Instead it's completely bare. Wonder why? Maybe all of the other school uniforms in Japan are just so complex and over the top that a plain one is instantly identifiable?'

It was a curiosity that the School didn't brand the uniforms, since it was essentially free advertisement, but to each their own I guess.

I left my room, and immediately made my way over to the Kitchen. Where, without even waiting, I grabbed the fresh loaf of bread that my mom had made, and made myself a smooth peanut-butter sandwich. After that, I wrapped it up in Glad-Wrap, grabbed three packets of chips from the pantry, and then grabbed a large blueberry muffin from the freezer and wrapped that in glad-wrap as well. I then put it all into my lunch-box, which was actually just a large plastic tupple-ware box, and put said lunch-box into my bag. Grabbed my Computer and Phone, put them also into my bag, checked that I had a charger, and made my way to the door. Before I left however, I shouted, "Love ya mom!" and walked through the door, even as I heard a "Love you too!" coming from my mother.

With my bag over my shoulder I began to make my way down to the road, and waited for the Bus to arrive.

Despite this all being actions that I had done for years, I knew that things would be extremely different today. Because, before, I was still in my home country. Australia. Now, I was in another hemisphere, more than 2000 miles away in an entirely new school. (I'd checked on Google. 3000 Km+ For Americans. Or around 3,250,000 fully grown bald eagles.)

It wasn't my first time changing schools, I'd transferred through 4 schools before this, 2 primary schools, and 2 different high schools. I knew what to expect.

Given my foreign origins and looks, I would without doubt be the subject of attention and interest for classes that I was in. Likely only further accented by my Australian roots. Numerous people would attempt to discern my personality, interests, hobbies. And they would attempt to proclaim themselves as my friend, or try to make me their friend.

On one hand, this could simply be because they were nice. On the other hand it might be a popularity ploy, or a manipulation to gain an underling, or perhaps an attempt to bully me when my guard was put down.

The first scenario was the most likely in an ideal world. And would've been the most likely in my homeland. Here however, I had yet to gain an understanding of the average Japanese citizen, I didn't know the temperament, views on politics, social norms, so all scenarios would be viewed as equally likely until such a time proved otherwise.

I contemplated possible plans that the local japanese may enact in attempts to manipulate me as I watched the Bus pull up. As I walked onto the bus, and took my seat, I continued to contemplate solutions to those plans. I ignored the chatter of the rest of the bus. I had no need to listen to them. They didn't matter in the end.

I didn't have enough time to properly predict the others however. The other students at the school were unlikely to show me their true colors straight away. They'd likely act pleasant around me to raise my opinions of them. The possibility did exist that they would speak their true feelings in Japanese, which did present a problem as I didn't understand the entire language yet.

I knew the basics of Kanji and the spoken language, but for effectiveness I'd only learnt the basics of social etiquette.

Actions of respect could be learnt at a later date, as could how to act around japanese individuals whom I was more comfortable around. Neither scenario was likely to occur for years. By that time, I would either be in college with strangers, which would only push that timer back even further, or I would be out of school entirely, which again would mean I was surrounded by strangers.

The probability of me having to use honorifics with respect, or reverence, at all for the next 4-5 years was highly unlikely.

Besides, my current incomplete knowledge of Japanese culture and language could help in my desire to have no contact with the locals.

'Of Course, It could backfire I suppose. My inabilities could only attract Japanese people. Like a cripple or disabled individual. I'll need to make sure I don't say anything 'cute' in the meantime. Being treated like a kid would be infuriating.'

Deciding to do a bit of reconnaissance on my new school, I pulled out my Phone and searched up a map of the Academy. Sadly the English variation wasn't quite as clear as the Japanese one. Having far more vague words next to rooms like 'Science' or 'Leader' a Building outside the school was named 'Occult Research Department' I doubted that was the actual name, it was more likely something along the lines of 'The Mythological Research Group'. I made a mental note to investigate it at a later date. If there was magic anywhere in my new school, it could be there.

'Nah. Too obvious. Perhaps something like the manga club? Although that's assuming that there is any kind of magical presence at this school. And more than one.'

I hadn't found any proof yet of Magic, aside from my above-average 6th sense, but I believed that it existed in some form. Be it in an extinct, 'only relics are still around' sense, or in a secret society sense, like in Harry Potter, or perhaps Bleach.

I continued to inspect the map of my future school. Thankfully, unlike in my old schools, students weren't required to move around from class to class with subject changes, but rather the teachers themselves would move around. I figured that this was to reduce any kind of student traffic to bare minimum, but this did make me wonder why places like Britain and Australia haven't adopted this system yet.

Eventually, I grew bored of inspecting the map, and instead spent my time scrolling through Youtube. It took a moment to refit the Japanese Youtube to my old Australian location one, filtering out Japanese videos, but it was a quick fix.

Putting my earphones in, and plugging them into my Phone, I pressed on Dantdm's latest video and turned the volume up high enough that I couldn't hear the other passengers on the bus, all the while glancing at the time to make sure I didn't miss my stop.

1 Hour Later…

Location: Japan, Kuoh Academy

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"Kuo Gakuen"

Looking up, I recognized the Japanese name of my new school. So, standing up, I pulled my earphones out, turned my phone off, and walked off the bus.

'It seems that I am the only Kuoh student that uses this bus. Currently at least, other students may use it and may simply be presently absent for some reason.'

I took a moment to observe Kuoh Academy itself. It was certainly a large school, and was of a vastly different design than the Highschool's I had previously attended. From what I gathered, unlike in Australia which had numerous small building's to serve as classrooms, giving it an almost 'small village' feel to minimize cost and maximize space, Kuoh Academy had been constructed as a singular large building to minimize space usage. So to say, all of the classrooms were located in one large building, and the outside areas, such as the Gym, tennis court, or physical activities were built surrounding it.

More like Hogwarts in that sense I suppose.

Deciding that I'd observed Kuoh for long enough, I made my way into the school. I had no interest in gawking at my surroundings, nor did I care for the 'grace and beauty' of the school, and even less for my surroundings homo sapiens.

I was here to learn, not because I wanted to. But because learning offered me the best chance at becoming as great a writer as I could, with the best opportunities presented. It was unlikely that I would ever interact with the other students once I left the school, as such they didn't matter to me.

I heard high pitched giggling to my left, and glanced in small curiosity to identify the source.

'Two boys looking at a wall.'

The wall was connected to a separate building. If I recall correctly it was the kendo club, and given the sound and body language that those two were producing suggested hormonal function, meaning that those two kids were likely perverts and peeking through the wall.

'Not my Problem.'

I looked away and continued my walk forwards, aiming straight towards the entrance to the main building of Kuoh. I passed by several other Students as I walked, but it didn't matter. They walked because they needed to get somewhere. I walked because I needed to be somewhere. They were slow. I had a purpose.

After I entered the building, I glanced around for a short moment, mentally recalling the location of my Homeroom as I did so.

'It should be on my left. Class 2-A, or 二組 in Kanji If I remember correctly.'

Quickly making my way to my class, I ignored the looks and whispers of the Japanese around me. They were of no consequence, rumors would die out without reaction, attention would fade if I wasn't interesting. Within a few months all attention should die out.

I checked the Kanji on the doors as I went past, until eventually I came across '二組'

'This must be it.'

Mom had told me that there would be some individuals from the School Council ready to meet me when I arrived and give me a tour of the school, but that would likely result in me arriving to my first class late, and causing a stir amongst said class. Perhaps I would take the tour later, after school ended. If I still had any desire to at that point, which I didn't.

I went to put my hand on the doorknob to test if the door was locked when I heard a commotion coming from nearby. Given it's close proximity to me, It could possibly be about me, in which case I may need to take the tour provided by the Student Council in order to avoid attention. Luckily however, from what little pieces of Japanese I could make out it was about someone else.

Specifically, I heard the honorifics 'Sama' being thrown around. Said Honorific was used for individuals of extremely high social standing, higher social standing, or those who were revered, like God's. Hearing it around here was strange, however perhaps it was being shouted because of family connections.

'The chances of a God or supernatural entity walking around here are practically zero, and the chances that I encounter them so soon are even lower. More likely it is someone who is from a well known family, and has advertised that fact to earn respect.'

Frowning the slightest bit, I turned my head to investigate the commotion, when I saw a duo of girls walking down the stairs. All around them the students were staring, and calling them 'Sama' repeatedly.

One of them had long black hair, reaching down to the ground. An impressive length, although I did wonder what that felt like, and how dirty the tips of the hair would get from constantly brushing against the ground.

The second individual, also female, had long red hair.

'What an unusual Hair color. I've seen red head's before, but their heads were closer to a lighter orange than actual red. They weren't a solid crimson blood red color like that girl's. A family trait? Possibly, but I doubt it, such red hair would be far more commonplace if that was the case, and I don't think that it is humanly possible for someone to naturally have such a solidly colored head of hair. She likely uses a particularly strong hair dye.'

I tried to listen out for their names, but given the amount of noise that the Japanese on-lookers were generating it was a lesson in futility, besides I'd forget their names anyway.

'They're likely the school's 'Rich Girls' possibly the 'Popular Girls' as well. Don't think we had those back home. I'll need to be wary of them, nothing good comes with getting mixed up with popular students who get called the equivalent of 'Lord' all the time.'

I kept an eye on the two girls though, if they walked over to me for some reason I'd want to be prepared. Luckily they didn't, however I did catch the attention of the Red-Head.

She spotted me looking at her, and momentarily looked confused. That confusion quickly melted into realization and interest, but she didn't make any movement to alert her fellow to my presence, nor did she do anything else. Simply looked away and walked away.

'Hmm. I have her attention. I'll need to be more careful for now, just in case.'

It was likely not the best to be so suspicious of someone who were likely some of the most influential individuals in my new school. Especially if those suspicions were unjustified. But it would be better than the possible alternative of public humiliation.

DING DONG DING DONG!

'That's the Bell. Homeroom starts soon.'

If things went my way, I wouldn't need to worry about having to introduce myself to my fellow classmates.

Later…

"Class. Okidzuki ka to omoimasuga kyo wa Shin'nyusei ga kimashita. Ryoshi-Kun, can you please introduce yourself?"

I did not want to introduce myself, but if I didn't it would only generate more attention. So, standing up, I made my way to the front of the classroom, whereas before I had been sitting square in the back corner, away from prying eyes.

Making my way to the front of the room, I observed the class. There was around 23 students in total, with a far greater number of female students than males, around an 80% disparity in gender if I was correct.

I did contemplate why I was called Ryoshi instead of Hunter by the teacher, I supposed it was likely because Ryoshi was one of the words for Hunter in Japanese. Perhaps it had been translated along the line, which would be aggravating, having to answer to a Japanese name which I have no experience with over an English one that I'd known all my life. If this was going to become commonplace, perhaps I should've put my name in the Japanese style of writing instead of the English style. Last name before first name.

"Kon'nichiwa watashinonamaeha. Hunter" I said. I decided against using the Japanese translation for my name, as I would be calling everyone by their names in Japanese I figured it would be fair if I went by my english name.

"Hunter? I thought your name was Ryoshi-Kun." The teacher said in confusion.

The teacher was a middle-aged female blonde. She was short, and rather bland.

"In Japanese, Ryoshi. English, Hunter. Prefer English Name… Sensei" I responded after a short pause.

Unlike most other people, I'd preferred to learn how to speak Japanese in as few words as possible. Namely, how to construct sentences in such a way that I didn't need to learn too much, but could speak them and make sense. I sounded absolutely horrible however, I likely sounded like a brick wall that learned how to speak.

I had heard that when surrounded by people speaking another language, you can learn the language faster. So perhaps going to this school had a singular positive effect. Even if I'd rather just leave my Japanese to ferment like a block of cheese.

The teacher was silent for a moment, likely digesting my words and figuring out how to respond, possibly trying to find out if she'd been rude in some way, which she hadn't to this point, not to me anyway, before saying.

"Very Well. Now, can you please introduce yourself to the class? Hunter-Kun?" The teacher responded.

"I Just Did." I responded with a blank face.

The teacher blinked for a moment, before a slightly offended expression crossed her face.

"Motto Keii o haratte kudasai, Hunter-Kun"

'I suspect that she's asking for respect. Given her tone.'

I gave a small nod, and moved to go back to my seat, but I was interrupted by the teacher once again.

"Jiko Shokai tte ittara. I meant more than your name. Hunter-Kun" The teacher said with a slightly sickly sweet tone. I turned my head to look at her, and did my best to keep the annoyed feelings within me hidden. Which I succeeded with.

"Favorite Color. Blue. Sexuality. Straight. I am 17 years old. Born August 12th." I responded with an emotionless tone. The teacher looked slightly off-put, and disappointed that her tactic hadn't worked as intended, but I didn't care. Not about anything in this entire school.

My part done, I went to walk back to my seat, only to find that numerous of my fellow students had stood up.

"How Rude!" One girl shouted.

"Apologize to Sensei!" Another demanded.

"Even if you're Austrian you can't be so rude!" Yet another scolded.

I didn't even bother correcting the third one, but she did move down on my already non-existent affection for anyone living in the nearest 5 miles.

"You need to tell us more. Anata ga watashitachi ni itta koto dakede wa jubunde wa arimasen!" A male called.

I ignored them all, and when they attempted to block my path back to my seat, I simply pushed past them.

"Move aside." I said as a particularly bland brown haired boy stood in front of me, blocking my path.

"No." He answered.

"Now." I ordered as I leveled a death glare at the boy, catching him off guard. "Or I will move you." I finished, punctuating each word as I did.

A trick I had learnt over the years was to construct your threats in a way that was technically truthful, but deliver them in a way that is generally considered a very violent threat.

The way I spoke the threat was designed to make him believe that I would get extremely violent and violently push him aside, or even throw him aside, to get to my chair. In truth, I would simply stick out my arm and lightly push him to the side and walk past.

If I wanted nothing to do with the Locals, I needed to provoke an aura of anger in a way. Threats were the best way to make others stop talking with me. That way I could get the pebbles of society to leave me alone, and I could get the bullies believing that I was a kindred spirit.

Of course, I only wanted to be left alone, everything else was either a subsequent plus or minus.

The boy's eyes widened, and he quickly moved out of my way, allowing me to get to my seat. I sat down, and tuned out everything else, it didn't matter to me. However, even then, I could see the other students whispering and looking at me, while the Teacher looked a mixture between angry, worried, and fearful.

'Perhaps this School will be easier to deal with than my last one.'

Chapter 1 is done.

Italic's are either thought, or in Japanese currently. Words that are written in Japanese are things that Hunter cannot understand.

I've tried to change Hunter's personality, from angry and violent without reason, to someone who doesn't care about the way others see him, and prefers to be left alone.

That's why I described everything as unglamorous as possible, because Hunter doesn't care about it.

The same with Rias and Akeno, he simply doesn't see a need to properly observe them.

If you think something is wrong, please review. But do it kindly, I'll likely respond badly to anyone who's violent.

Finally, if you think that the Japanese student's of Kuoh are rude or mean without reason. It's mainly because it's far easier to insult a Japanese person. And way harder to get their forgiveness. You need to be extremely polite and careful when talking with Japanese people, lest you accidentally insult them.

In comparison, Australian's have what essentially amounts to no filter. We'll see a fat stranger on a beach, walk over to him and start going 'Oi mates, help me get him back in the water!' (Fluffy/Gabriel Iglesias). So, I don't think that someone with an Australian's attitude would mix well with a Japanese person. Especially and particularly someone like Hunter, and people like Japanese High-Schoolers.

PS:

Hunter is still ADHD and Asperger's. But we'll see his ADHD and Asperger's kicking in more further down the line.