Hey there, my first fic here. I hope you like it. I did my best with it.

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'Surprise, surprise! Kurokami is asleep again...'

'Is everything he ever does in class, sleeping during lectures, all alone. It's a bit gross, too, even for a transferred guy...'

'It's a shame, too. He certainly is cute.'

'Ew~, don't say that. He might hear you and want to talk to you...'

'Creepy~...'

Ah, shut up~. It's not like I don't want to have friends, being the transferred guy around is hard, you know. Besides, if you guys have time to talk like that behind my back, then come here and talk to me, damnit.

I can't believe it has been almost a month since I transferred here in Kuoh Academy, yet I have no friends to speak to, nor any professors seems to like me all that much, and my popularity as the 'new guy' vanished in the blink of an eye, and I end up just as the freaky boy who sleeps during classes. Not that I care much for that, but being talk about in whispers piss me off a bit, specially by girls. Ugh...

But no matter, no matter. The lesser they know about me, the better. I already have my fair share of problems to deal with, things they wouldn't even consider in their normal lives. I just need to play this persona until I finish high school, and then I'll deal with them without the system holding me back. But come to think of it, this school, this particular school, I notice it has a very distinctive scent roaming around. Something like... Scorch, or maybe something burning. I wonder why, though…

But whatever, it's not my problem, it won't be my problem. Mom said to hang low as for now and only act in case of danger, so this is what I'm doing. I'm kinda tired anyway, so I won't bother as for now. Just gonna hang low, take a nap, look at the passing time and hear the mean whispers coming from my classmates. This is my life now, and I couldn't ask for anything differen-...

*BAM!*

"Gh...!"

"Good afternoon, Kokkun." And I spoke too soon. When I was about to take my daily nap on the lap of my seat, there she comes again, storming inside my classroom and pulling a chair for herself to sit in front of me, the sound of her lunchbox hitting right next to me. Ugh, not her, not now, not again. Without even taking my cheek off the chair, I toss my stare upwards, and there she is: Long and smooth black hair, equally dark eyes and a ghastly pale skin that it looks like it shines. It looks like an angel, but it is just my 'girlfriend' Shirayuki Shirogane, who couldn't be further from an angel but a devil itself. Just my luck, is it lunchtime already? She sits in front of me, unwrapping her lunchbox. "I see that you have been sleeping during classes yet again. How shameful, to think my boyfriend would behave so rebelliously, it's almost laughable, I must say. But of course, I wouldn't laugh at you."

"Uhh~... Leave me alone, Yuki. Can't I just be your boyfriend when there are people around you?" You heard me right, we're in fact NOT in a relationship.

Allow me to elaborate this complex(not really) net of relationships between us: You see, Yuki is in fact one of the most popular girls around Kuoh Academy, probably among the top ten of the most beautiful students around, and accordantly, she's always being followed by those creeps that crawls all over the place in Kuoh Academy. In order to get rid of them, permanently at least, without resorting to murder or tarnishing his reputation among her classmates, she decided to lie that she had a boyfriend, and chose me, the new transferred student with the bad boy look and friendless background, as such. Since then, well, bullying, death threats, tacks on my shoes, destroyed shoe-locker, broken school supplies and rumors started to follow me, all because of this uppity, arrogant and holier-than-thou rich girl. I sigh, picking my own lunchbox to snag a bite or two from mom's lunch. I look back at her, eating her beef and shrimp dishes with more class than a madam in one of those old british movies, while I have to deal with omelets and riceballs, all while receiving such stares from all the guys in Kuoh. Geez...

"What are you talking about, Kokkun? I am your girlfriend; therefore, you are my boyfriend, 24/7. To think you would say such a cruel thing hurts me beyond humanly possible." She says this, but now she has the straightest face one could possibly muster, and just saying that, I could feel all the male gazes upon me grow colder. She says she's hurt, yet she didn't even flinch or took her eyes away from her dish. Damn it, if you're going to pretend I hurt your feelings at least look me in the eye. She cleans her mouth a little with a napkin, and sighs. "Fortunately, I'm merciful enough to say that I forgive your cruel words towards me, and they won't tarnish the perfect structure that is our relationship. Be grateful for such, Kokkun."

"Yeah, yeah; whatever." I said with another bite on my fried egg, feeling something like a sign being burned on my back from the sheer stares I'm receiving right now. What a pain, I should really just drop the façade and throw her into the dogs so that she leaves me alone… But alas, I can't because… She's really pretty, and has nice tits. Pretending or not, I'm not unhappy to have her as a not!girlfriend, and that's a memory I wouldn't mind keeping for myself, aside from all of the threats and bullying I'm receiving right now. She passes me a piece of sushi, and I eat it. Huh, isn't that Foie Gras? Wow, she is a rich, spoiled girl. I munched on that lovely delicious piece of avian suffering and pain, feeling the flavor of tears and blood until I swallow it. Nice, good indeed. I pass her a small piece of grilled fish so we just can call it even now. "Here's one for you too."

"Appreciated." She picks said piece and munch on it. She takes a bite, and then her face turns purple and her expression, sour; she coughs, she turns the other side, and picks a napkin and puts her mouth on it, making sounds. Eyeyeyey, I'm right here, you rich, spoiled girl. In the end, she toss the napkin away, recompose herself and, after a sip from her tea, resumes to eat her own lunchbox. "It was… Good."

"Please don't lie to me." I say. She turns her stare to me with a dark aura.

"It was trash"

"Please lie a little to me."

"I didn't like it much."

"Thank you." I now have the strength to lift my head from the desk of shame.

And just how it started, the conversation ended abruptly, and we continue to eat our lunch in peace, no other word muttered by the other party at all. As said before, she's not my real girlfriend, and aside from her body, everything about her is rotten to the core. I don't like her very much, and vice-versa, but she treats me with those expensive goods and I can fill a bit of my loneliness with her, so it's not that bad, nor good either I must say, even if out incompatibility limits the amount of conversation we can have. I finish my lunchbox at the same time she finishes hers, and so, nothing else, we're just facing each other sharing a single desk, no words spoken while everybody eyes us with certain envy and wrath, mostly at me, courtesy of the boys. I couldn't care less about it, but at least I can definitely say that I stand a step above those good-for-nothing virgin classmates(Even though I'm a virgin myself, but it feels great to feel above anyone else here). While looking around my inferior peers, however, my eyes drift elsewhere, my nose actually picking those same scents again. I sharpen my line of vision, and as expected, as I could see them, the three Madonna's of Kuoh academy, walking side by side, attracting the attention of all of the students that were not too busy sending me death glares. There they were, the three girls that I should avoid at all cost…

Rias Gremory, the 1# Idol of Kuoh academy, the most beautiful girl around with her perfect measurements, kind demeanor and, most importantly, her long crimson hair, that shines its ruby colours across the corridors of Kuoh academy, and also the president of the Mysterious Occult Research club. What a foreign pretty girl is doing here in Japan? Beats me…

Akeno Himejima, the second idol of Kuoh academy and apparently Gremory's secretary. The kind, easy-going, mellow girl of gentle smile and even bigger assets, considered by many the ultimate onee-san, her black hair and gentle eyes beaming all over the school. She's apparently Rias Gremory's best and foremost friend since they are always walking aroung together, and all things considered and in the least creepy way I can think of, her scent is far away different from the others…

And the third and last, and therefore more unimportant, Sona Shitori, the president of the student council and the third most popular girl in here, her strict rules, non-nonsensical demeanor yet rational and calculist mind makes her endearing for us, not to mention she has this intellectual charm around her which compensates the lack of assets her two other peers have in plentiful, quite an achievement, really. Wonder if she's god terms with Gremory…

Those three, the three Madonna's of Kuoh academy, the three girls I rather not mess with if I want to live. And I'm okay with that, if not a little bummer…

"Oh-hoh…?"

"Huh…?" Snapping me out of my reverie, I took a jump back when, before my eyes, there was a pretty sharp knife pointing at me! I tried to fight, but then a hand extended to me, picking me by the collar and making me get closer to the blade! It takes me a few seconds to realize that the one carrying said weapon was Shirayuki, her semi-closed eyes looking at me with intensity hotter than anyone before, pointing her knife even closer, so much I could feel my eyeball being scratched! No good, no good at all! I heard a disgusted sigh coming from her lips.

"Ara ara; how insightful. Considering adultery with those other bitches, Kokkun? I have you know, as my first boyfriend, I'm very happy to be in a relationship with someone right now. To know that my partner was infidel to yours truly will surely, without a doubt, break my dear little heart. Do you want that, Kokkun? Huh~?" She says all of that, but we can all see who's the one will end injured! Once I had total control over the situation, I could grasp myself better at my chair and find some ground to stand on, both ways. I need to calm down, even if I have a knife pointed at my most vulnerable and soft organ. "That sight of yours seems to be quite adventurous, and I can only imagine what passes through your head will all the information it gathers. Maybe if I cut it short by half, I can assume that your mind won't wander away from me anymore, yes? You don't need depth perception if I'm always by your side, yes?"

"No… No need to be upset, Yuki. It was just… A little slip, just that. I… I won't cheat on you." I said, picking her by her wrist and lowering the weapon on my face. Yeah, I know I can control her, but I feel more at home when I don't have to face possible threats head-on, just like that. She blinks in realization a few times, and then puts her weapon away by tossing it to a random direction, accidently stabbing one of our classmates even though she won't ever say sorry for that. She flicks her long black hair and sighs, sitting back on her seat and take another sip from her little tea.

"Of course you wouldn't. I have such a soft heart to consider you as my boyfriend. Cheating on me would be preposterous, and only you would end up hurt. I'm glad we had this conversation." Well, she's right about one thing, and one thing only in this entire sentence. After that little display of public violence, things calmed down the way they should, but our classmates would still stare at us, sharing small gossips with each other and spread even more rumours. You would think for a second they would side with me after that little display of abuse and misery coming from us. Wel…

'Did you hear that? He thought of cheating on Shirogane, what a loser…'

'If he ever makes Yuki-sama cries, he's the one who'll cry next!'

'How gross, cheating on a chick right in front of him, he's indeed the worst…'

What can I say but Kuoh sucks…

The rest of classes pass around without much trouble. I mean, Yuki caught me spying under a girl's skirt, and she bit my neck, like really hard, for that, but after lunchtime, time passed like it was no one's problem. Boring lectures, killing stares from my classmates, playing with my pencil and; seeing a trio of idiots being chased by the Kendo club and then wrapped naked upside-down at the school flag for everyone to see. My little everyday life, which is, unfortunately far more complicated to explain to anyone, that's a fact. Looking at the scars at the back of my hand and palm, not to mention all of those bandages around my arms, it would be such a pain to explain to anyone… Doesn't mean I want to pass my entire existence just with her. Sigh, I need to find anyone who understands me, and quick…

End of classes, end of my turn as a normal student. Since I already finished my duties as the new guy and Yuki ain't here to bother me anymore, I guess I'll just storm back in that cute little bakery to buy some sweets for her and then straight back home. I wonder if this month's allowance will be enough for both that and to buy this week's Jump. Mom is busy on her business trip in Europe, she even forgot to transfer my allowance today, but no matter, I still have enough for that, those, and maybe some extras for cake and Jump. I passed around the perverted trio of idiots still hung up on the school's flag, completely ignoring their pleas for help and curses against me, and headed to the bakery shop. Nothing much here, besides the cakes, me and the cutie attendant who's around my age. I buy the cheapest chocolate strawberry shortcake they have around and, after trying to stare too much into the attendant's bosom and being shooed out of the store by her father, I guess that's enough for today's money. Cake on one hand, and my broken school material by the other, fortunately all of that training paid off, so I can carry those without much problem.

"Even so, it'd be nice to have someone helping me for all of that…" I lament to myself. I say all of those pompous things, yet carrying all of that are a pain. Honestly, at least this is all I have to do today, and all of my problems would be over now.

Or so I thought, because when I could finally reach home, the small but comfortable two-store place almost indistinguishable from the other houses in the neighborhood, I felt another presence coming towards me. This has been bugging me for the longest time, but since I moved here to Kuoh town this shadowy figure of a young man has been following me nonstop, from school all the way to my house, also by his side his black-furred, red-eyed puppy that is creepier than cute. He's no hobo because he's always wearing that expensive-looking coat and whatnot, nor a criminal since I always look this plain-looking for even the most desperate assaulter to attack, so what does he want from me? Maybe he's a faggot and wants my butt or something…

Y'know what? Since he has been following me since, I should at least see if he's really following me or this is just some crazy, unusual and downright absolute coincidence and nothing else, and then maybe resort to violence and break a few bones… But then again, how unnecessary that would actually be? Just imagine tomorrow's news about a highschooler who is going to prison for beating someone up for now reason? I would become a laughing stock later, not to mention Yuki would probably be pissed at me. What to do, what to do? Only one way to figure this dilemma? Flipping a coin and late decide. Heads, I go talk to him, tails, I tail out and try again tomorrow. I have nothing to worry, anyway, because… Luck always side with Kokuto Kurokami!

*FLIP!*

And then I flipped the small golden coin that mother gave me back from one of her trips from Ireland, and hoped for the best. I can still sense the stranger tailing me from a safe distance, so I have no worries regarding him coming too close before I can finish my coin flip. That piece of gold solemnly flew over my head shining its golden sides until it fell right in front of me, where I caught it with one hand and slapped on the back of the other. I uncovered my hand to see the results of my little gamble.

It landed on Heads.

…

"Sigh, well that sucks." I sighed not very on the mood to go talk with a stalker out of nowhere and maybe get molested or something, but a gamble is a gamble, and maybe I'll end this madness once and for all. After all, luck is always by my side. I dropped my briefcase and the cake from my hands gently on the ground and turned around to face my stalker. Whichever business he has or wants with me, I should take them on like an adult and only rely to ignorance once he pisses me off. Simple as that. "Now, Mr. Stalker, I know you have been following me, so could you please stop hiding and instead talk to me, because this is getting reall-…"

But when I turned around to face the possible stalker, instead I looked at the deserted street of the middle of the evening. Hah? What the hell? I could've sworn that bastard was behind me this whole time and if he moved I'd have known! Maybe he saw me moving a hit the road or something? But even so, I'd have heard him moving or something?

"Kokuto Kurokami. 17-years old, a high-school student at Kuoh academy and previously a student from Gekkoukan highschool but expelled over… Special circumstances. Lives mostly by himself since your mother Yozora Kurokami is always on trips for being a businesswoman and there is no formal record about who is your father… Until now." Shock! When I thought I could see myself free from all that freaky stuff, a strong voice echoes right behind me and my defenseless derriere! I flipped around and took a few steps back only to look at a dark-haired, grey-eyed guy who's taller and broader than me, despite looking just a few years older. Is this the guy who has been stalking me? And how does he know so much about me and mum? Don't tell me he's part of the Yakuza or something! "Well well, look at that. For being his son, you sure have quite a decent record, it almost makes me feel bad for following you around all this time. Sorry about that, Kokuto."

"W-Who are you? How do you know my name and where I live? You better start explaining yourself, I'm a green-belt in Karate and I read a lot of fighting manga." I say why taking a few drunken steps back and moving myself to an awkward defensive pose, like I'm ready to become a Kamen Rider or something. I'm more curious than alert though since this guy doesn't seem so bad up this close, but he has been stalking me for the past few days, so he must be dangerous to some degree. Instead, this dark guy just laughs under his breath and scratches the back of his head.

"Oh, right. I didn't introduce myself, my apologies." He laughs again, while the little dog to his feet shows itself from the shadows while he bowed down politely to me, making me ease my pose from before. "Hello, Kokuto. My name is Tobio Ikuse, I am part of a supernatural Organization of Fallen angels called Grigori, led by someone who, whatever you know him or not, is pretty close to you. Tell me, Kokuto Kurokami, do you know anything about your father?"

"My… Father?" I question him back. Not really, I don't know anything about my father, only that mother met him during one of her trips to Europe and stayed with him for a while until my grandfather fell sick so she had to come back to Japan to take care of him. As smart as she is, she didn't notice she was pregnant at the time and she never married him or anyone else for that matter, so I don't have a father in any way. Not that one would make a difference back then nor will make a difference now. However, this sounds a bit intriguing, not to mention he said something about a 'supernatural organization?'. I turn to this Ikuse fellow. "Not really. My mother never married him or anyone else later, so I don't have a father in any way. She also has no photos of him but she does say he was pretty handsome. Why you ask?"

"Oh, so you're like me. That's nice in a way. Also, sorry to hear that." He smiles and bows his head again, making me blush a little and scratch my cheek. He's too polite, wonder if he's one of those guys who get beat up a lot during school and get his lunch money stolen in the daily basis. He coughs a bit then turns to me. "But I'm not here to talk about this unfortunate subject: Kokuto Kurokami, you might believe me or not, but your father is Azazel, the Governor General of the Fallen Angels, one of the Great Three Factions and the Leader of the institute I'm part of. Therefore, you, who has fallen angel blood in your veins, is a strong candidate to become a member of the Grigori."

"…"

"…?

…

"Eh? Could you repeat that, please?" I politely asked him, taking my time to absorb whatever he just said to me. Wait a minute, is this guy serious? Did he just say I'm part fallen angel or something, and that my father is named Azazel and is the leader of an organization? Maybe I didn't hear him correctly or something, maybe hanging out with Yuki has been messing up with my mind as of lately. He bows again.

"Oh, maybe that kind of information was too much for someone who's not used to that kind of stuff. I don't blame you, it was a shock for me too." He concludes, picking from inside his black coat instead a photo of a handsome, foreign man with black-blind hair, a badass goatee and a figure that imposes some kind of respect. Wair, didn't mother tell that the guy she loves was… Exactly like that? I looked at Ikuse, and after a quick nod, I understood that I could take the pics with me. "But what I'm saying it's true. Your father is the leader of the fallen angel faction and the Governor General of the Grigori. I know it must hard for you to believe, but this is the whole truth."

I turn to him one last time, then to the photo on my hand, to this Azazel person. I should be thinking that Ikuse is crazy, a complete lunatic who reads too much cheap light novels to come up with that stuff, but for some reason, something inside compels me to agree and believe him no matter how ludicrous that sounds.

I always felt that I was different from the others and, honestly, I wouldn't be surprised to know that mother don't know about this either, her lover and boyfriend being a supernatural fallen angel and the leader of a whole organization and race. Still, this is too much for me to handle, to discover that I'm not 100% human, it's almost frightening to think about it, and maybe those bad feelings I feel around those girls back in my school, Gremory, Himejima and Shitori, might not be misplaced at all. There are so many questions now, yet so little time, and I doubt I'd like to know their answers...

Still, there is one thing that I should know before anything else regarding that... I turn back to Ikuse, and he looks back at me. Then, I ask:

"So, this Azazel person... Left any inheritance for me?"

"Eh? N-No, not any that I know of."

"Then I don't really care about this." I stuck my tongue out for him and tossed that lousy photo out of my sight after losing all my interest from before just like that, making Ikuse hum in surprise and then catch it in midair. Yeah, fallen angel or not, my father or not, if he doesn't have anything for me, then it's not really my problem. I picked my stuff up again and picked my keys to open my house. "Sorry Mr. Ikuse, but since he has nothing stored for me, then I won't bother either. Come back with a PS4 or a new I-Phone from him and maybe I'll consider talking about it more..."

"Hey! Kokuto, are you serious?" He asks me, but that aside, I'm completely oblivious to him now. I didn't even look back at him, just closed my door and walked into the empty home in order to heat up the bath and maybe prepare some dinner. I didn't even take the first step when I heard knocks on the door. "Kokuto! Kokuto, let's talk, this is very important for both you and the Grigori! I can sense that you have a Sacred Gear too, that's also very important for you to know and master!"

"Just go Away, Mr. Ikuse. I'm a high schooler with too much to do and so little time to spare. Unless you bring me a plasma Tv or an acceptance letter from Tokyo-U, don't even bother stalking me again. Now please go away before I call the cops on you." I say by the other side of the door, and after a while all the knocks ceased, and I could hear him just walk away from my front door. I'm slorry, Mr. Ikuse, but I don't have time to deal with this stuff, and having a parent or not doesn't make a difference neither then or now. But then I saw something quite strange happen right before my eyes: Aome kind of freaky magical circle materialized right in front of me and, jumping off from it, there he was, Mr. Ikuse and his loyal black dog, right at my home. I can't believe it... He's really a supernatural agent of a sorts! But instead of showing my surprise, I only lifted a finger at him. "Please get out of my house Mr. Ikuse before I call the cops. Whatever magical or not, this is still home invasion, and trust me I can sue every last yen out of you."

"Just give me some time to set this through, okay? Please. This is more important than you think, and I promise that I'll leave as soon as possible, but for now just listen to me." He says in a calm tone, but I can sense that he's oozing a kind of cold and dangerous aura. Now I know this feeling is supernatural at its core. I can also feel that, if he wanted it, he would've dragged me by the hairs just with stumps and took me to my father by force. This guy... Is seriously too nice. I sighed, not point now.

"Sigh... Would you mind waiting a bit? I'll prepare some tea for you, then we can talk." I sighed back taking my ass to the kitchen to prepare some tea for us and signing for him to sit down back in the living room, as he takes a relieved sigh and walks his dog with him. I just hope that pup doesn't shit all over the place. Just by thinking about it, I can feel a small presence around me, walking by my side from a small fog. I look down, and there he is, the black cat that can magically appear and dissapear at will. I smiled at him. "Hey there, Tama. You liking or not, we have guests, so behave. Although they won't be able to see you, I guess."

The little cat just purred before dissapearing again in the shadows. I wonder if this is that Sacred Gear Mr. Ikuse was talking about, would make sense. But for now, tea it is, and as soon as explained, as soon he can leave me alone..

Little did I know at the time, this was only the beginning of a series of other bizarre events in my life...

Please tell me what you think. R&R.