章 1: A book and a bookmark.
Chapter one.
I'm stuck, stranded in a place I have no business being in, in a place that shouldn't be possible to even be in for me.
You might be thinking, what the fuck is this weirdo even talking about? Why is he being so needlessly vague for no reason? And who is he even talking to right now? Well, I'm talking to you, silly, don't make stupid questions!
The other two questions however are proving much harder for me to find an answer to. Let's start with the first one then, what am I talking about? Well, a few weeks ago I had been studying at a decent college, living an average life in a normal world, now… Well, I was not so sure.
Let's take a quick trip in time, shall we?
Right around late March, I woke up at an unfamiliar sight, resting in a bed I knew for a fact did not belong to me, in a room that looked nothing like mine once had and, to top it all off, inside a house that was of course, not mine. If that's not off-putting enough to you then, may I also add that the people living in that same house acted like I was their child?
You see, this is the one time that being an absolute degenerate turns out to be kind of useful to me. The average person would have probably started running the fuck out of that house the moment a bunch of strangers started acting like they are your close family, you might even throw one or two calls to the police while you are at it.
Thankfully for me, being a weirdo and reading a bunch of low quality fanfictions and novels in suspicious sites had somehow given me a slight idea of what might have been going on at the time.
Are we done with that? Great! Now we can move on.
Reincarnation? Divine intervention? Call it whatever you want, the point was I somehow had ended up in a body that did not belong to me, living with a bunch of people that I knew nothing about, and, may I also add, given the name of the school I was supposed to go to, I was in a rather interesting world given the kind of world it was.
Does the name Kuoh Academy ring a bell? Of course it does, after all I'm sure you are just as much as a degenerate as I am.
If we are all in the same page now, then we should all understand just how screwed I am. However, just for those that happen not to know what I'm talking about, let's do a quick rundown of how the board looks right now for me, for us!
Little ol' me happens to be in a world that, for our real life standards is for the lack of a better word… Downright ridiculous. This is a world where a random teenager that's obsessed with boobs and building a harem can be a legitimate threat to national security in the span of a few weeks, depending on where I am sitting on the timeline.
There's also a weirdo that happens to be Satan –there's actually four of them, but don't worry about it-, who may or may not have a sister complex, depending on who you ask. We could talk about the others but for the time being, but that one is the more relevant for my situation.
Why is that, you ask? Oh, silly me! I just left out the fact that THE LITERAL SISTER OF SATAN GOES TO THE SAME HIGHSCHOOL AS I DO. Won't forget about those details again, I promise!
So, let's summarize things a bit. I used to have a normal life, now that normal life is fucked, and, given the fact that it doesn't look like there has been any bullshit main character powers gifted to me, I also am very much fucked too! Sweet.
Damn, I would have really loved some bullshit main character powers, but it just wasn't meant to be. Guess I am dead then!
But wait, I bet you just thought: Well, why don't you just lay low and wait it out? If it's like the series, you should be good, right?
You see, here's a little problem with that plan. I have, and listen here cause I do mean it, I have NO CLUE whatsoever on how this series ends, at all! What? You thought I watched this for the plot or some shit? I watched the four animated seasons, that's about it, if it's not animated then I ain't touching it.
There's also that whole butterfly effect thingy, even if I try and go unnoticed for the next what… Five years? More than that? No matter how slight my influence in this world is, a miniscule change could result in major alterations to what one might call the 'canon' timeline, if that's even a thing.
In other words, no guarantees that this shitfest will even have a happy ending if I just sit down and wait it out for hell to unfold, so, no thanks.
Of course, there's also a rather interesting incentive that if I happen to do well enough here, there exists a slim, highly unlikely, almost non-existent chance that I could score some nice booty in this world… What?
You really expected someone that has admitted to watching four entire seasons of Highschool DxD to have some kind of grandiose goal? Shame on you.
Though I suppose I do have a… Greater objective in mind, but, given the resources I have right now, it looks kind of impossible to achieve. I will settle for smashing one or two hot chicks, that doesn't sound so bad, now does it? We can revisit how I view things at a later time, after all my views about world domination are more of a second date question, don't ya think?
Don't get me wrong, I don't happen to fancy the thought of experiencing a horrid death, so I promise I will try to be smart about it! Then again, I wasn't all that honest before when I said I had been gifted nothing.
Not like it's of any use at all, but I had woken up with just one thing that could prove to be useful if I did learn what its meaning was. A book, just one plain looking book with a bookmarker sitting next to me in bed.
I have checked it several times but none of the contents of the book seem to suggest that there is a connection with my situation or if does indeed contain some hidden powers. From what I can tell, it just looks like a short novel about time travel, which contains some interesting science fictions events in it, but other than that, it's not of much of use to me.
I have no guarantees that it isn't just a normal book, but something about it just screams to me that there has to be more to it. With that in mind, I have been keeping it with me these last two weeks since I have been here.
Not that I have moved a lot, mind, you, I have not taken more than ten or so steps outside of 'my' bedroom to go to the bathroom and then right back. No matter how much of a weirdo I am, there's no way I can pretend a bunch of strangers are my parents without puking.
I had been quite lucky given the fact I had 'arrived' in this world in late March, like I mentioned before. Not that I knew this beforehand, but it seems like the school year in Japan starts in April, so I had some time left to figure things out before facing what promised to be an unforgettable time in high school.
Alright, now that we have cleared that out, let's just get the last details in. In this world I am known as Akemi Aikawa, although that should have sounded like nothing more than nonsensical gibberish to me, a person who had been born and raised in Europe, somehow I could tell the meaning behind the name.
Unfortunately for me though, that made it even worse, since 'Beauty of dawn' is not exactly what a male wants to have as their first name, but alas! That's just how things were for me right now.
Middle length black hair, somewhat messy but not enough to look like its unkempt, bright brown eyes, all of it just making a huge contrast with the rather sick looking pale complexion I had. I was also on the skinnier side and looked to be leaning towards the taller end of the spectrum for a sixteen year old teenager. So yeah, that's what I'm working with.
Overall not the best but… Not the worst. Like some random site with quote for edgy teenagers once said: You can't control the cards you are dealt, just how you play them.
. . . . . . . . .
A shy and weak knock on the door forced me stop thinking about the strange events that had occurred on these past few weeks to focus on more pressing matters, for instance, the fact that my 'mom' –I couldn't help but shudder at just thinking about it- looked like she had just about enough of her depressed son and wanted me out of the bedroom.
I knew it was her since my 'father' had not been here once ever since I showed up here so either he worked abroad, or he was dead, or he had pulled off the good old 'Ejaculate and evacuate' of ancient times.
Given how depressed my mom… Again, I shuddered, I was never gonna get used to that. Deciding I would be better off calling her Ms Aikawa even when thinking about her, I carried on with my train of thought.
Point is, she had looked almost defeated in life, at least that's how I saw it in the few occasions I had managed to interact with her.
The way I saw it, there was three options, either the old man was a goner, meaning, he had kicked the bucket long ago or… He had been man enough to smash but not man enough to stay, and finally, her son was acting like a weirdo and she was worried, which was just as likely.
I groaned, irritated by the fact that I was about to face what promised to be the most uncomfortable interaction known to mankind ever since language became a thing.
I stood up from the bed and walked towards the door, unlocking it and taking a step back in preparation for what was about to come. And just like that, the door was pushed open and the figure of a beautiful middle-aged woman greeted my sight, looking at me with the biggest smile she could muster despite her emotional state, which didn't help my discomfort one bit.
''Took you long enough to come out, Akemi!'' Despite her words, her tone was soft and loving, almost making me shut the door in front of her face. You see, although this woman was thinking that I was in fact her beloved son, we all know that's not the case, and I have no idea what the fuck happened to that kid if I am being honest.
We do not share memories, nor can I sense a significant change in how I feel or behave, so that kid might as well be dead for all I know. Not that I give a fuck about that kid, but pretending to be this woman's son just rubbed me the wrong way.
''My bad, it won't happen again.'' I offered a response the moment I noticed I had been in silence for long enough to make her start shifting around in discomfort. I really needed to stop zoning out on people. ''… I guess I have been a little bit nervous, you know? With school starting soon and all, it was an All Girls School not too long ago after all.''
I took a quick look at her for what had to be the third time ever at most, looking for her reaction to what I thought was a convincing answer.
Ms Aikawa had black hair, much like mine, although hers was well kept and tied in a short bun, and much like her hair, a pair of dark eyes. She was short when compared to me, so I would guess about average for a Japanese woman.
I'd add she was nice to look at, but, in fear of making things even weirder for all of us, I will refrain for going more into detail on her looks.
''…'' That soft smile never left her features even for a moment, though I did notice it got just a little wider at my response. It looked like she had bought that answer. ''I see! It's just like I thought, then!''
I blinked, it seemed like she had been thinking her son might have had a bit of a hard time handling his new school, which worked in my favor as of now.
''Right.'' I forced a smile onto my face, in a rather weak attempt to match her own. I was not sure on how to follow on the conversation, I just wanted it to be over quickly before I fucked something up. ''So…''
And again, things got awkward, I just had no fucking clue on how to handle the situation. Not sure about you all, but 'pretend this is my mother' wasn't exactly a popular game back in the day, so I can't say I'm too good at it.
''I just wanted to let you know dinner is ready!'' Despite how badly I was failing at making our conversation flow naturally, she didn't seem to mind one bit. It looked as long as she got to see her son was still alive inside that bedroom, she was just fine. ''I know you are under a lot of stress with school starting and all, but…''
''I'll join you for dinner this time, yeah.'' I finished for her, knowing well what she was about to ask. ''Just give me a few minutes and I'll be right down there.''
That was enough for her, and so the conversation ended not too long after, and now, alone again, there was just one thing I was thinking about: The future.
I was powerless, true. I was alone, also true. I was in a dangerous world, and that was a fact, but someway, somehow… I was gonna achieve what I wanted, and, why not… If I could bang one or two girls in the way, all the better!
This was a world full of debauchery and opportunities, and I was about to exploit the hell out of them. Short-term goals… well, I hear Akeno is not a bad catch, but perhaps something more realistic would be better for the time being…?
I licked my lips, holding a sly smile from painting itself in my mouth.
'The possibilities are endless.' I thought. 'They truly are.'
End of the prologue. End of chapter one.
クリエイターの想い 
BiscuIt
BiscuIt A long and slow paced prologue, but I like to take the time to give a few hints on how the character behaves, how he sees things and what you can expect from him.
Let me clear one thing up and I'll be gone: He won't be overpowered from the start, that's just not how I like stories to go, and, if you like that, there's plenty of options out there available.
I also dislike how some of the female characters in DxD (not just in fanfics, but also in the series) seem to fall in love for no reason so fast it makes it almost feel unfulfilling.
I'll flesh characters out, I'll flesh the overall pace of the story out, and, of course, I'll flesh the sex scenes out when they come. That's about it, I'm outtie.
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