I do not own Dxd, Only the oc and any 'new' sacred gear I have created.

"Speech"

'Thought'

"Powerful Entities Talking" (Such as dragons and angry gods who are shouting)

[Boost]: Ddraig

{Divide} Albion

A small boy, roughly five sits alone on a swing set, boreally swinging back and forth as he watches the other children play around the park.

He has snow white hair that goes down to about his ears and bright blue eyes, he appears to be wearing a simple white t-shirt that has green stains from grass and shorts that are slightly browned at the knees from dirt... that's right, a short-sleeved t-shirt and shorts even though it is nearing winter and he should obviously be considering a coat or at the very least, pants and a long-sleeved shirt.

This is... me... just your average everyday boy with no parents, and a serious problem with escaping the orphanage.

Sorry, average would be a bad word to describe me because I am... special... I can see the probabilities of certain events happening... as long as I ask of course, take this for instance: 'What are my chances of being randomly killed in the next ten minutes?'

21.3%

My eyes widen. 'that is... a lot higher than it should be.'

Another version of my ability... 'What is the most likely source of my death if I am going to be killed?'

Serial Killer: 62.03%
Falling Tree: 21.51%
Tripping Over Your Shoelaces and Imbedding a Sharp Rock into Your Forehead 11.2099%
Fallen Angel 5.24999%
Stray Meteor 0.0001%
Random Combustion 0.00001%

Now, this ability tells me a couple of things, One: look out for any unstable-looking people, Two: Stay away from trees in general, you can never tell what those tree bastards are thinking so you have to stay a good 40 feet away from one at all times... Three: Tie my damned shoelaces... Four: there are supernatural creatures like 'Werewolves' and 'Vampires', which I have come to accept with this weird power, considering I keep getting things like 'Devil', 'Regular/Fallen Angel', or maybe even 'Stray Lycanthrope' which, for the last one, I don't exactly know what a 'Lycanthrope' actually is... but it sounds pretty bad, right? Oh, and number five and six are basically 'pray to not just get smote by god himself after he decides that you are the reason his stomach hurts after eating several bad burritos'.'

This power has probably saved my life already, but at the cost of sort of periodically chipping away at my innocence.

I have always been a smart kid... probably due to the numbers rushing around my head pretty much constantly, so first, I get up off the swing, bend down to tie my shoelace, eliminating eleven percent of my one hundred percent death should it actually happen... confusing, right?... then I simply gaze around the park and ask myself the key question.

'but who out of all these people are a serial killer?'

I blink as speech bubbles start appearing over people's heads, each with a simple percentage that tells me what I need to know, then it is just a simple game of 'see how fast I can find the highest number' and I do so spying one guy sitting alone on a bench with a dark hoodie, hood pulled up of course, and has both hands in his jacket pockets which seem to connect in the middle, plus I see an almost angular bulge just in front of his hands, so either he has monster golem hands, or some sort of weapon.

73.3%

His is by far the largest, the second being a lowly TEN percent! Each person seemingly had their own 'serial killer rating' from zero to one hundred, most barely even cresting over a two, so for someone to nearly have SEVENTY-FIVE... it puts just how totally bonkers this man is into perspective...

'I have identified the danger to myself, but... who would be able to stop him?!'

My vision changes once more and I look around again, only to completely stop once I spy another man sitting nearby, he wears a simple black yukata and strangely has black hair, but blond bangs... did he like, dye it or something?

I quickly blink away my confusion and glance to the person next to him, beside him is a small girl, seemingly around my age, she has long bold hair that has been tied into two messy and frizzy pigtails and she wears a black coat with a skirt and long pants to keep out the cold.

The numbers are what really astound me...

For the girl...

74.3%

And for the father...

100%

The girl is TWO TIMES almost everyone else here, and her father (I am guessing here) is the first one hundred percent I have EVER seen in ANYTHING.

I quickly walk over to them and pull on the sleeve of the older man's Yukata. "Hey mister?"

"Hn? What do you want, kid?"

I turn around and point at the guy who is slowly forming an aura of malice and destruction.

"That man scares me... I can feel his eyes move around the park and whenever they go over me, it makes me feel cold... I think he is going to try and h-hurt someone."

"Is that so?" He hums, his redish-violet eyes straying to the man in particular. "Hn, yeah, I can see the problem... Milly, stay here with him."

He gets up and begins to take a step forward.

The little girl, 'Milly' pouts. "But why do I have to stay with the hu- him! Why do I have to stay with him!"

The man continues walking, as if he didn't even hear her... but he probably just ignored her.

He then sits beside the soon to be murder and slings his arm around his shoulder with a cocky grin.

'Wh-'

I slowly blink and turn to the girl who he left behind. "So, your name is Milly, yeah?"

"What's it to you?" She scoffs.

"I dunno." I shrug. "I am just wondering why your... parent?"

"Father."

"Parent, is ok with walking up to someone who looks killer-ey?" I continue.

"That's because he is better than him... now leave me alone." She grumbles.

"But why?" I ask

"Because I don't have time for someone like you!" Milly scoffs.

"That's mean." I pout.

"Uh, yeah! I meant it to be!"

"Why are you being so mean?" I frown.

"Maybe because you are making me!" She exclaims.

"…"

"Why can't we just be friends?" I ask.

"It doesn't work like that." She scoffs, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Why not?"

She opens her mouth to respond but briefly pauses with a finger raised... then she closes her mouth and looks down slightly, as if thinking of a reason.

"Because I said so!" She finally growls.

"But whyyyy?" I ask.

"I don't want someone like you as a friend." She deadpans.

"Now, now, Milly, that's a bit... harsh hn?" I look behind me to see her father is back from his escapades with a psychopath... surprisingly looking completely unharmed... well, I say surprisingly, but apparently one hundred percent actually means something... speaking of psychopaths however... he's gone... like completely... no trace left of psychoman.

"No, it isn't!" She pouts.

"It kind of is." The man sighs.

"Why?" The girl sitting on the bench asks.

"Well, you can't just refuse to be someone's friend just based on gender or race, that's just not right, I have tons of friends of other races." He sighs.

'Are they not... Japanese?'

Milly just pouts slightly. "Fine... ill play for a couple minutes."

'hn... I wonder whatever happened to her...?'

Basically, we played tag n stuff until it was dark... that's right! I made the snot nosed brat laugh and have fun! I am a god! We kept meeting like that for maybe... a month or so? Then her and her father sort of just disappeared without a trace... her dad was pretty cool though considering he sent that fucking psycho to the shadow realm or something... wait... didn't I take a stab for her that one time? No, it couldn't be... but maybe? No... I don't think it was... actually... meh i dont fucking know, it could have been when some little shit tried to stab me in my sleep.'

I trace my fingers over a thin scar on my shoulder.

"You are zoning out again, Lucas~"

I blink dead ahead towards a pale, black haired boy, the same age as me, he has smooth wind-swept hair that hangs over one of his eyes ever so slightly.

"Oh, well maybe I am just thinking of the days when I didn't have to deal with your bullshit, Zen." I scoff.

He snorts and takes a large bite of his bowl of rice via his chopsticks. "So, what are we going to do today?"

"Well, first, we are going to grab Wes... then probably go get into some mischief... maybe mug some muggers, then maybe use our spoils of war to eat out at subway or something? Maybe get a pizza or some burgers?" I shrug.

"Hn." He hums. "Sounds good I suppose."

This is Zengjya Shaoye, one of my two best friends, he is nearing his seventeenth birthday so I mean... I should probably get him something?

We live in a fairly shitty town, gangs run rampant, and most of the police are actually corrupt and take... let's call it 'offerings'... and here at the orphanage, it is just sort of an elaborate money laundering scheme, we are forced to take care of ourselves while the matrons use the government's money on themselves... frankly as long as we aren't LITERALLY killing each other, they really don't care WHAT we do... it's why so many of us have formed gangs.

"Where is Wes, anyway?" Zengjya asks.

A body crashes into our table, knocking my bowl of cereal into my face and what remains of Zen's rice into his lap.

"…"

We look down to see a small boy, nearly fifteen and the definition of 'Shota', he has short blond hair and his eyes clenched shut. "Ngh-"

I take a deep breath with my eyes closed and slowly breathe out. "Hello, Wes, how are you this morning?"

"T-they beat me up for getting the last bit of captain crunch." The blond winces out, slowly opening his eyes to show the world his murky-whiteish-silvery pupils.

"Hn." I hum as I slowly stand, trying to wipe any milk and clinging, off brand 'Wheat-Hoops' off my shirt, Zen mimicking my actions as he wipes rice off his pants.

We glance to the side to see a group of four laughing it up, one of them with a bowl of captain crunch in his hands.

"Hey, Lu." Zen scowls as he glances over to me. "What's the probability that we kick the smirk off those guy's faces?"

"Hm... Without taking off the weights?" I hum "About ninety ni-..."

I pause for a moment before smirking, the one-hundredths rapidly ticking up, till it sets at a pretty three-digit whole number. "Correction... one hundred percent."

That's right! As I got older, the control over my 'special ability' has increased! Now I can actually alter it somewhat and now have dubbed it 'Probability Control.'

"I like those odds." Zen hums before matching my devious smirk with a small smile.

We quietly walk over to them, my hands in my pants pockets and Zen letting his arms hang loosely to his sides.

The group finally notices us as we stop beside the table.

"What the hell do you want, Lucas?" One of the boys growl.

"Oh, nothing much... just wanted to know-" I abruptly rip one of my arms from my pockets, grab the back of one of the boy's heads and slam it twice on the table, then forcefully pull him off his chair and drop him onto the floor.

"CRAIG-"

A second boy is silenced as Zen pinches the muscle between his shoulder and neck and causes him to seize up slightly, allowing him to be kneed out of the chair and onto the floor.

The boy across the table eating cereal immediately hops up, reaching into his hoodie pocket, revealing a switchblade which he points in our general direction, his friend quickly grabbing a... slingshot? Like, a metal one, not one made from a rubber band and a Y shaped stick.

Actually, it is a combination of a sling shot and brass knuckles, spray painted black.

'Want.'

He quickly puts a metal ball into the pouch and pulls it back before releasing it, sending the ball bearing soaring towards my face, but I quickly lean out of the way and place my hands under the edge of the table, Zen smirking and mimicking my action.

We flip the table onto them both, knocking the knife from Jake 'The Snake's hand... fucking dumbass name, really, and... I don't actually know the name of guy two... but he keeps his weapon cause, you know, brass knuckles, but it doesn't stop both from being pinned under a large rectangle of plywood with stubby legs.

I step onto the table and walk over it and stop beside slingshot guy's head, then reach under the table and rip his slingshot from his hands, Zen walking around to pick up Jake's switchblade.

We look back to see Wes finally picking himself up off the table, trying feebly to brush off any food.

I walk back over the table, making sure to step on Craig, 'The Crank's chest as I hop off, making him wheeze with a miniscule trail of blood flowing down his forehead, while pinch guy is twitching on the floor letting out groans of pain from the forced cramp.

I sigh and shake my head. 'fucking idiots.'

We walk up to our blind, shota, friend.

"That was disappointing." Zen sighs as he runs a hand through his hair. "I think Craig might have a concussion now."

"They've had worse." I scoff before looking to Wes. "Ready to go?"

"Sure... let's just skip breakfast." He sighs.

"Alright." I shrug as I begin to walk to the door.

"I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!"

"To bad! We're going now!" I grin over my shoulder.

Zengjya matches my pace, strutting beside me as Wes lets out a sigh and quickly follows behind, hopping over a downed chair and carefully maneuvering around a broken bowl.

Oh my god... the hags actually did something good for once! (Probably because I bribed them) and Wes, Zen, and I managed to get transported to a DECENT TOWN before the school year started again... once there, we used Zen's new age, (he's seventeen now) to get a single apartment closer to our new school that's payed for by the government! Plus we even get like twenty thousand yen a month to buy groceries and order takeout which is more than enough for us! Talk about luckyyyy! Like I mean, what are the chances of that?

Kuoh town... has a nice ring to it hm?

Next week, Zengjya, Wes, and I are going to the illustrious 'Kuoh High' an all-girls school that has only recently turned co-ed, meaning that currently the boy acceptance rate is slightly higher than the girl's, but they likely have more people trying to apply... damn perverts... like, I can understand the attraction of a woman's figure, but jeez, keep it in your damn pants.

I pause. 'Maybe I can ACTUALLY get a girlfriend here?! One that isn't a massive slut or addicted to some sort of drug of course.'

Yeah... all the women back home were sort of 'tainted' by something so I really never got into dating.

"Hey, Wes, Zen, want to go check out the school? There are probably some people there."

"Sure, I'm game." Zen shrugs before slowly looking over to Wes who is sitting in the kitchen. "What about you, Wes?"

"Sure, Sure." He yawns. "Let me just finish my breakfast."

"Y'know... after the week or so that we have been here, I enjoy not having to sleep with a knife under my pillow, being able to walk around without worry of being mugged, and I like that I can actually spot corners without hookers on them, but... this town is... sort of boring, yeah?"

"Oh my god... you actually put it into words." Zen mumbles.

"I'm having a good time." Wes sighs.

"But you never really enjoyed fighting." I hum with a pep in my step. "Any thugs we could probably find in this town would probably make Jake and Craig laugh at their ineptitude..."

I glance over my shoulder, staring about thirty feet back to five dudes slowly herding two girls our age into an alleyway. "I mean, Really, five guys for two girls?"

"Disgraceful to the thug lifestyle." My black haired friend sarcastically scoffs, brushing a hand through his hair.

"Hey, Zen want to see something cool?" I ask as I crouch down and pick up a small pebble.

"Go for it." He replies.

I turn my body around and take a step forwards, bringing my arm up behind me with rock held safely in palm, then I twist my body and send the pebble flying at high speeds towards the group where it hits one guy in the back of the head, but just barely, allowing it to keep most of its momentum with only a slight change in direction as it skims around, hitting the guy across from him in the forehead where it bounces off and hits a third guy in the side of the nose.

Then, as if in a chain reaction, guy 1 grabs the back of his head with his hands, guy 2 stumbles backwards, off balanced and bringing a hand up to shield his face which now has a bit of blood running down it, the attack probably stung like a bitch as well so he most likely has tears in his eyes, and guy 3 clutching his bleeding nose which definitely stung like a bitch, so he definitely has tears clouding his eyes.

"Damn... a three for one."

Wes just looks in their general direction and snorts. "Sounds like it hurt... back of the head, forehead, and nose, right?"

"You are getting surprisingly good at that, Wes." I hum.

"It's a work in process." He mumbles.

"I think the word is 'Progress'." I note.

"Mnn." He growls.

At this point the group have now turned towards us, glaring daggers while the girls quickly get out of the way as their attention is drawn elsewhere.

"Yeah! That was me! What are you going to fucking do about it, chumps?!" I shout.

They slowly and menacingly make their way over to us, shooting us glares that promise pain.

"Bitch, your petty little 'show of dominance' doesn't mean DICK! We come straight from Uratama! We each lived there for several years so if you want to try your shit, let's fucking go then eh?!" I grin, pointing a thumb towards my chest in dramatic fashion.

They all abruptly freeze mid-step, then look to my two compatriots, the taller of which closes his eyes and waves with a sickeningly sweet smile, while the shorter just looks... indifferent.

Seemingly my words finally process and one by one, the five teens- each older than even Zen- pale, then they, as a group, turn around and flee, turning down that alleyway that they were nearby earlier and disappearing into the night... except it is day... but 'disappearing into the day' doesn't really work, now does it?

"Disappointing." Zen sighs.

"What a bunch of pussies." I agree, in an equally downtrodden tone. "I mean really, try to molest two girls, but when a couple badasses appear, just run for the hills..."

I huff once and turn around. "Let's go check out that school then, yeah?"

"Mn." Wes grunts.

"So... this is Kuoh academy?" I ask. "It's... pretty big."

"Describe it." Wes deadpans.

"It's like two-to-three times the size of our old school, much more polished, and it is basically sparkling." Zen interjects.

"Sparkling?" Our blind compadre asks.

"Damnit Wes, we have been over that... basically that prickly feeling you get when your limb falls asleep but condensed to less than the size of your fingernail and stuck on a wall somewhere where you can't actually feel it." I grunt.

"Mn." Wes scoffs.

We wait for maybe thirty seconds.

"So... do we just, walk in?" Zen eventually asks.

"Yeah, sounds good, or you know, somebody might show up-"

"Excuse me." A girl with short hair, purple eyes, and glasses mutters as she quickly steps up to us, she is clothed in the Kuoh Academy girl's uniform and... they really need to get longer skirts... "What business do you have with the school."

"Called it." I hum to myself.

"Oh, we are going to be going here next week and we wanted to look around... maybe see where all the classrooms are." Zen interjects.

"Mn."

"Yes, Yes, Wes, I know... poor wording." Zengjya sighs

"Pfft-" I snort.

I look past the girl standing in front of us to see an older teen, maybe eighteen to nineteen cleaning the fountain with TWO mops at the same time, one in each hand. "CLEAN! MUST BE CLEAN!"

"…"

"What-"

"That is our Janitor, Kohaku." The girl- or should I say woman at this point- in front of us groans. "He is a bit of a... neat freak shall we say."

"Hn." I hum. "Then who the heck are you?"

"I am Sona Shitori, President of the student council." She announces. "Sadly, we won't be able to give you a tour today as we are in the process of cleaning the entire school."

"Shame." I hum.

"Yeah." Zen agrees.

"Mn." Mumbles... you know exactly who it is at this point.

"Well, we'll be off then." I state, waving a single hand as I abruptly turn and walk away, Wes and Zen following shortly behind, the prior at least saying 'bye' to the girl as he turns to walk away.

Pov: ?

Two of those boys... they have sacred gears... I can feel it... they are locked, but I can still feel them...

I look towards the last of the group of three, a white haired teen who has a cocky and jokey personality, as if he doesn't take anything seriously... then he gets hit in the face by a bat as he walks by an alleyway... or he would have if he hadn't leaned back at the last second and allowed it to soar just over his nose, but he seemingly is off balance now- so he simply corrects his lean by doing a backflip, using his knee to knock the bat out of the hand of whoever attacked him, the black haired boy catching easily before it hits their third member and seemingly examines it as the first boy turns down the alleyway and unleashes a punch that causes me to flinch as I can hear the clack of someone's jaw snapping shut, even from all the way back here...

"Get fucked idiot!" The snow-haired boy laughs.

'what- what the hell?!'

On a much closer examination of his aura, it seems that he might actually have a sacred gear as well, but it is faint... probably just a weak one like 'Midnight Quill' a sacred gear that allows the user to copy text, and even write it from afar, useful for exorcists, mages, and homework, but not much else... but his reaction speed is definitely impressive...

"hmmm."

Maybe they can help Rias with her issue...

Welp, here is my solution to Bahamut is Unbreakable and A Mage's Quest In This Wild, Wild Magical World... I decided to combine both with Ryu's personality but for Lucas, and we have Mittelt, then I simply added a couple new colorful characters, we have Lucas: The Brash, Joseph Joestar... Zen, the calm martial artist but enjoys fighting, one... Wes, the classic shota trope but 'blind' now... and Kohaku... which I won't be getting into just yet...

how the hell will just a regular human be able to deal with threats like Riser Phenix, Kokabiel, and eventually even gods?!

you will just have to wait and see...

Always, see you all the next time I post this~