Foreword: This is heavily based on and inspired by To My Death I fight. I was disappointed with no shipping ending, so I decided to make my own. Credits to BahamutReishiki for the plot. I'm basically just replacing Ichigo with Ben since I'm more comfortable with the latter source material. And with that, let us begin.

Ben Tennyson was a man of many words. Handsome. Charming. Intelligent. Athletic. Super-star. He's seen it all. Heard it all. He was that awesome.

But he was having a problem.

An existential crisis.

It was a year after his fight with Maltruant when he realized none of his former antagonists could defeat him. None of them could pose a challenge. None of them could match Alien X.

So he decided to travel the multiverse.

"Excuse me, young man," an old lady said, holding a cane. "Could you help me cross the street?"

Ben was at Honnō City, a city built on an artificial island and governed by a chair of Honnōji Academy's board of directors.

Last he checked his world's version of Japan didn't have a Honnō City, so this was intriguing.

"Sure thing," Ben said, taking her hand. He helped her cross the street to the sidewalk on the other side. There was a building in front of it that read, 'Ginza Kojyu,' and carried the fragrance of delicious food unto the street.

"Forgive me if I maybe so bold. But you are quite fluent in your Japanese," the old lady said. "Are you perhaps of Japanese descent?"

Right, they were speaking in Japanese. He was in Japan. An alternate reality Japan, but one with the same language as that in his universe.

"I like to travel," Ben said with a smile, avoiding her question. "It was nice to meet you, ma'am. Meeting others is what I live for."

That and helping them. But the latter went without saying.

"Very well," the old lady said, thanked him once more, released his hand and went into the restaurant.

"So this is Honnō," Ben said. Large buildings and skyscrapers filled the skyline. This city was divided into four districts from the slums on the bottom to the wealthy at the top. He read about it by skimming the net for data pertaining to the area he stumbled into when he opened a portal from outer space.

It was a random universe with no aliens, magic, or anything interesting going on.

He wanted to see everything Honnō had to offer before he decided with its fate. He knew he had to help the poor. But the question was how. And he couldn't stay in this universe forever. Countless others needed to be seen.

"Solutions, solutions…" Ben mumbled. He passed by the window of a mirror shop and caught his reflection in one of the mirrors in its display. Brown hair, green eyes, a plain Occidental face. He wore a green jacket with the number ten etched on the left chest area, and a white shirt underneath. His hands were buried in his blue jean pockets, and his green sneakers moved across the concrete surface.

The square faceplate of his watch glinted against the sun.

The Omnitrix.

It was alien technology he stumbled upon, or rather it stumbled upon him in a forest at the start of summer when he was only ten years old.

'Some people are born great. Some achieve greatness. And some have greatness thrust upon them.' William Shakespeare's quote rang true for the young shapeshifter.

Ben created a false identity hours within his arrival in the new world. He was an exchange student from New York City. To make it more authentic he altered his human physiology and made himself look younger.

Forging fake ID's and changing looks would've needed contacts and allies in high places or in the underbelly of society, in this case the Japanese government or the Yamaguchi-gumi.

But with his watch, he needed none of those.

He was still Ben Tennyson. A quiet student involved in a car accident when he was ten, lost his memories, was taken into foster care, became a child prodigy and rose up the ranks up until men in suits approached him with the promise of a ticket to Columbia University in Upper Manhattan.

And he was only in high school.

It was a bombastic fiction Ben created for himself, but one he felt he richly deserved.

He only ever went to college once. And within the day he obtained a diploma and was carried by students and a professor for a party to celebrate his success.

God, he was good.

Ben went to the local AEON Co supermarket and left with a bag of groceries using money he stole from some good for nothing drug dealers in Tokyo.

Tonight he was going to cook some delicious steak, bacon and chicken stew! He was so hungry his mouth almost watered at the thought of eating food.

He entered a gated building. It was an expensive condominium. Ben rented the entire fifth floor. The security guard standing beside the entrance, a stout old man in a black cap, white uniform, black trousers and boots greeted him. "Morning, Ben. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, sir." Ben grinned. "Honnō isn't that different from New York if you know the local languages."

The security guard scoffed. "You'd be surprised, young man. This island isn't just for scholastic opportunities."

Ben was trying to figure out what the old man meant when he heard tires roll against the road. He glanced behind him to find a black Sedan limousine parked by the sidewalk. It honked.

Ben pointed at the car. "Who's that?"

The guard paled like he saw a ghost. "T-th-"

T-th? Who?" Ben rolled his eyes and passed his grocery bag to the security guard before approaching the passenger seat window of the limousine. He tapped his left knuckle on its black tinted window and waited.

The window buzzed down to reveal a girl with neatly cut hair that fell below her shoulders and a stern face, wearing a lace ruffled dress that accentuated her figure and drew attention to her legs. She crossed one leg over the other, revealing black high heels, and looked Ben up and down before nodding to herself.

"Ben Tennyson, I presume?"

"You presume right, mysterious stranger," Ben said with a roll of his eyes.

She scowled. "I do not know how they do it in America, but in Japan it is common courtesy to show respect to your betters."

He laughed. "You're funny."

"I'm glad you're so easily entertained. I presume you're unaware of who I even am?"

"You presume right again," Ben said. Rich people and their need to emphasize their words. "What do you want? And if it's a Ponzi scheme you can count me in."

She stared at him with a dubious expression. He grinned.

"Driver, did we perhaps make a mistake on the identity of the transfer student?"

"No." A bespectacled old man in a suit at the driver's seat shook his head. "I am sure that is him."

She pointed at Ben without looking at him. "This is Benjamin Tennyson, the prodigy so great he achieved a ticket to Columbia University? Are you faultless in your observation?"

"Hey. I'm right here." She ignored Ben.

"Young lady Satsuki, it is he." The old man laughed. "You may relax."

She pinched the bridge of her nose and gave Ben a cold look. If that was supposed to affect him she was better off pelting him with ice cubes.

"I shall be honest, Mr. Tennyson. I was quite curious about the new student to my school and sought their audience for myself to scrutinize their capabilities. Based on what you've shown so far I am left wanting."

"Okay. You can fuck off now," he cheerfully said with a playful wave of his hand.

'Satsuki' shook her head. "You are quite the disappointment. I shall be expecting you in Honnōji two minutes early for class and not a second longer. Good day to you." The window buzzed up.

"Oh, hey," Ben said. Satsuki raised a brow. He scratched his head. "Mind giving me directions to the place?"

"Google it," she said. The window closed and the limousine drove off.

Ben chuckled. "What a piece of work." He returned to the guard, took his groceries and entered the lobby of the condominium. He took the elevator to the fifth floor and paused. There was a package waiting at the hall five meters ahead. He opened it and found a uniform.

He rummaged its contents. The uniform, a blazer, a shirt, trousers and shoes were all in gray.

"Not too shabby," Ben said.

Based on his research, the number of stars affixed to the uniform indicated the rank of the students. He assumed there was actual money involved which explained the fierce competition regarding the students rankings.

Also something about life fibers or whatever. He didn't pay attention. Ben closed the laptop and pulled the sheets up over his body as he slept. He woke up the next day and prepared for school. High school all over again. Maybe he should bring along Gwen, Kevin and Rook.

Maybe next time.

He stood at the front of a crowd of parents and guardians of Honnō City accompanying other students towards Honnōji Academy. He was actually surprised because he assumed he was the only one.

A group of students approached the crowd. The tallest one, a man with combed short blond hair and dark skin wouldn't have been out of place in heavyweight boxing. Three black pointed stars emblazoned his chest.

Ben looked at the other students. One stars.

"Listen up! I am Ira Gamagori! Honnōji Academy Student Council Disciplinary Committee Chair! I welcome you all to Student Evaluation Day! For those of you who have recently been granted the honor and privilege by Lady Satsuki to attend Honnouji Academy, there are three rules you must follow! Rule Number One! All students are to bow down to Lady Satsuki whenever she graces you with her presence! Rule Number Two! Food and drinks are prohibited in the hallways and classrooms except during designated times! Rule Number Three! Honnouji Academy has a strict dress code. Uniforms are distributed solely by Lady Satsuki! Anyone caught wearing anything else shall suffer harshly! Let the Student Evaluation Day begin!"

Satsuki? The girl he met yesterday? She must be the daughter of the chairman of the school or something to garner that much respect.

Ben entered Honnōji Academy. The school buildings were a quarter of a mile beyond the entrance, leaving a spacious courtyard. He was led by a student to a door at the side of a building. A student waited for him. He wore a lab coat with a single black pointed star on his collar. He pointed at the white monobloc. Ben took a seat in front of a table holding a strange machine. There was a hole fitting his right hand. He assume it had a needle that would take his blood or something and call him healthy.

"Please roll up your sleeve and place your hand inside the machine." He did. He waited a minute until it beeped. "You can remove it now."

Ben shrugged and extracted his arm from the machine. It continued beeping. When it finally stopped, the student looked at the screen of the laptop across the desk, gasped, fell out of his seat and ran for the halls. He turned the laptop around and found it highlighting information bold red letters. He read it aloud. "Student name: Tennyson, Benjamin. Life Fiber Resistance - One-hundred-percent."

The cafeteria was arrayed with white tables surrounded by plastic bench seats. Four pillars surrounded the tables. Ben had brought his own lunch. A delicious cheeseburger worth 2,221 yen, or 20 dollars. There were five more in his backpack and when he ran out he was sure he was going to break out of school to buy more.

He bit a piece of his burger and licked the cheese. 'Ah. This is the life.' There was something about this food that made it inexplicably delicious. More so than the ones in his world at least.

He might stay here just for the food.

He was about to take another bite when a knife struck his meal.

He watched the burger slide out of the bun and fall to the table. Cheese splattered across the surface. His bun was empty. He gently lowered it to the table and mourned the loss of his food.

Ben altered his watch before he entered the new universe. He no longer needed to turn into an alien to obtain their powers. He was a step closer to Ben ten thousand, an iteration of himself far into the future.

His most constant power was that of XLR8, a Kineceleran from the planet Kinet. Kinecelerans were capable of manipulating friction and acceleration so fast time seemed to stand still.

Ben saw two more knives approach him. They were suspended in the air two inches from his face. To his left eye and his chin. He lazily plucked them out of the air. He found the source of the knifes.

The perpetrator was a thin man with knife-like protrusions from his uniform, a piercing on his tongue lolling out of his lips, sharpened teeth and a mohawk hairstyle.

He rescinded the acceleration and time returned to normal.

"Prepare yourself, Ben Tennyson! I, Jack Naito, president of the Knife Throwing Club, will take you down!"

"You ruined my burger," Ben said. He stood up. "What the fuck did it do to you?"

"You imbecile-"

Before Jack could finish his sentence Ben crossed the twenty yards between them and struck a punch to his face. Ben felt Jack's nose shatter against his knuckle and felt a wet substance soak his skin. Jack fell on his ass, covering his nose. Ben swung his leg back and kicked the side of Jack's head, dislocating his jaw. Tooth, spit and blood flew from his mouth forming a puddle which his face fell into.

Ben was having a hard time breathing. He realized he briefly accelerated and forced himself to calm down. He clenched and unclenched his fists and counted to one hundred. When he was done he knelt beside Jack and tapped his shoulder. "Sorry about that. I can heal you if you like."

Jack fervently shook his head. "I-I humbly apologize."

"I'm surprised you're actually still conscious," Ben said. "You're pretty strong, Jack."

"N-no. I'm not." Jack got on his knees and made a bow. "Please don't kill me."

Ben crouched before Jack and put a hand to his shoulder. "Let's start over. Why did you ruin my burger?"

Jack hesitated. Ben narrowed his eyes. In his panic Jack told him everything.