HighSchool DxD: Spartans X Dragons

Chapter 1: Accidental Pervert

A ringing tone woke me from my sleep. I moved my body lazily and smashed the source of the ringing. Getting up, groggily, I haven't been to work for a year now. I've gotten quite lazy in my "waking-up" process. I walked up to the sink and turn on the faucet. Water poured down; into the drain. I grabbed my favorite tooth brush, a blue colored toothbrush. I squeezed toothpaste onto my cleaning utensil and started to brush my teeth. I finished and spat out the foam, gurgled some water and spat it out. Getting another mouthful, I added some mouth wash and gurgled for a slightly longer amount of time. The feeling of my mouth burning, didn't appeal to me. It still made my mouth feel clean afterwards.

I walked outside, grabbing the broken alarm clock. I walked outside of my room and placed it on top a throne of broken alarm clocks. I am the King of smashed pieces of technology. Sitting down on a sofa, I grabbed a remote and turned on the TV. I scrolled through the various channels, trying to find something interesting. Most of them were news channels. When I got to my favorite channel, the Sangheili "learning human customs" show. Surprisingly, the reactions the split-mouths make are comedic. Satisfied with the episode, I powered down the TV. I walked back into my bedroom and grabbed my under-suit. It felt odd enough not wearing this.

I unzipped the back of the suit and equipped the jet-black jump suit. The internal gel inside the under-suit quickly adjusted itself to my body and skin temperature. It felt great having this on again. Without it, I felt naked and vulnerable. I looked at the mirror again. I looked at my 24 year old face. Fully aware at my age, which is 53, I wasn't freaked out or frightened by my appearance. What I saw, was the face of Master Chief Petty Officer John-117, leader of Blue Team. I went back into the living room and pulled the carpet off. There was a safe there. I inputted the password, 2511, my birthday. The safe opened with a satisfying hiss... noise. I grabbed its contents, which were consisted of, a MA5D ICWS Assault Rifle, M45D Tactical Shotgun, M395 Designated Marksman Rifle (DMR) and BR85HB SR Battle Rifle. Loading it with crystallizing paint ball rounds, I exited my civilian hovel and proceeded to start my "morning".

Walking outside my small house, I opened my garage to reveal a M274 Ultra-Light All Terrain Vehicle or more commonly known as the Mongoose. I placed the ICWS, DMR and BR85 on its passenger's seat and ignited the engine. A small burst of sound was emitted from its engine. The low humming noise was refreshing. Without further wait, I twitched my arm and the wheels began to move. I closed the garage door as I exited the house. I road for a short distance, purposely choosing a civilian dwelling close to the ONI Military base that held my MJOLNIR Mark VI.

"Chief," I turned around to be greeted with the face of my creator, Dr. Catherine Halsey. She was smiling, softly. I quickly stiffened and saluted my de facto mother.

"No need for formalities John." She placed a hand on my saluting arm. It was the hand cut off by that bastard Sangheili. Fortunately, we were able to restore it back to its original state.

"How's your arm, Doctor Halsey?" I asked, concerned.

"It's perfectly fine now, thanks to the UNSC, we're able to clone it from the left-over cells in that stub of an arm that I had." She chuckled softly.

"John, are you sure you don't want a new A.I.?" She asked. Was she really trying again? I'm not replacing Cortana.

"Affirmative," I boldly stated.

"Then, it looks like we're going to have to retire you..." That statement hit me hard. Me? Retiring? Never, never in a million years.

"I refuse."

"Sorry John, it's not my call. ONI's chairman told it to me personally, if you were to decline ownership of Terra, you are to be discharged from the UNSC Marines." She said. She sounded slightly happy. She wanted us Spartans to have normal lives, now I'm getting one.

"But what will I do? I'm a tool of war, Doctor Halsey. I was trained to show no emotion, no sympathy to anyone or anything."

"Yes, but it's time for you to start your second phase of training."

"Second phase, what do you mean?" I questioned.

"It's time for you to learn how to be human, John."

Human… I'm a weapon meant mass destruction, not a civilian. I belong nowhere else besides the battlefield. I increased the acceleration on the M274 ULATV Mongoose. The ONI facility that held my MJOLNIR armor appeared just above the horizon. I turned on the corner and might have broken a traffic law. The base walls appeared, closer now. I grabbed a data-pad from under the stack of weapons and hacked the gates, opening them. As I entered the base, several surprised Spartans began firing at me with their MA5Ds.

Naturally, I'd die if I were to be hit with these guns, but I modified the Mongoose to create its own bubble shield. I grabbed the Assault Rifle and stuck my hand outside the protective shield, shooting the Spartan in the chest, crystals grew on his armor, locking up it up and causing him to fall down, frozen. I did the same with the rest of the Marines and Spartans. I rode inside the base, the ULATV drove onto the stairs with little to no problems.

This was the farthest I've ever gotten inside the ONI base. Oddly enough, there were no defenders what-so-ever inside the base. I ignored the fact and proceeded to drive deeper into the facility. When I reached the objective, the door was already opened.

"Suspicious…" I thought aloud. I grabbed a BR85HB SR Battle Rifle and M6H Personal Defense Weapon Magnum and entered the room. There was only one scientist. He wore a mask and glasses that, for some reason, reflected light and hid his eyes. This gave me a bad impression of him. I looked around and spotted my MJOLNIR armor. The Mark VI was due to move tomorrow. I wouldn't let that happen. Pointing at the scientist, I barked an order.

"You, activate those mechanical hands."

He obeyed without a second thought. Strange…I walked onto the platform, where the hands began to place a piece of armor onto my body. The familiar weight of the armor was returned to me. I regret nothing. The helmet was placed onto me and the HUD lighted up. It was an updated version. Everything was where it was, but there were several new functions. There was a night-vision option, for some reason, thermal vision and "energy indicator". What the hell is an energy indicator?

"We took the liberty of upgrading your armor." A voice called out from the door. I checked my radar and saw a yellow blink. Then I noticed, that voice sounded familiar.

"Doctor Halsey?"

"Good to know you're alive and well, very active as well." She revealed herself, along with two Spartan IV bodyguards.

"Come with me." She beckoned me. Without any objections, I walked down from the platform. I followed the Doctor to a larger room. It looked like the science lab. There, I saw some familiar faces: Kelly-087, Fred-104 and Linda-058. They seemed to be expecting me. Behind them, was a Forerunner-like platform with arcs surrounding it. They had their helmets tucked under their arms, MA5Ds and BR85HBs equipped.

"Squad Leader," Fredric-104 saluted. I returned the salute.

"Why are we here?" I questioned.

"We want you to test out a device the Forerunners gave us." The Doctor explained.

"Why us?"

"The UNSC Infinity is under attack by Covenant Loyalists. They sent for your assistance." Halsey replied.

"Loyalists, is that all? Can't they take care of themselves?"

"Apparently, the Loyalists overwhelmed the Infinity. They're having a hard time keeping the Loyalists out."

"Why are we using this thing then?" Fred interjected. "Wouldn't it be more reasonable for the UNSC to sent reinforcements via frigates and transports?"

"Yes, but that'd take too long. The Infinity requires your abilities now."

I temporarily submitted to their demands. Atleast I get the MJOLNIR back. I waited for the device to start up. Fred, Kelly and Linda went in first. The platform/portal activated. The arcs surrounding the platform began spiraling and spinning franticly. A bluish light glowed from the device as the room dimmed. A bright light blinded us as the three blue-team members disappeared.

"Is it safe?" I asked, weary of portals. If there's one thing I hate more then hostiles, its portals. I have my fair share of bad-luck from portals reminiscing that time on Installation 04.

"Of course, although the Forerunners given us an older model. They said for us to adapt to their technology slowly before using their more technological devices." Halsey explained, "There may be a few...glitches here and there." She said, laughing to herself. I don't find anything amusing about that joke.

"I'll trust your judgment on this." I said, stepping onto the platform. Immediately, I knew I was going to regret it.

"Doctor Halsey, where's the Chief?" Captain Laskey asked on radio.

"He's coming through, he should be there soon."

"Uh, Doctor Halsey?" I asked.

"Ok, make it quick!" Laskey told her.

"Don't rush me; everything needs to be perfect for the teleportation procedure to be successful!" She scowled at his impatience. Her fingers were typing in the coordinates with frightening accuracy.

"Doctor Halsey? Hello?" I called again.

"Well sorry for being so impatient, but the Covvies are about to breach the room anytime now!" He shouted back. I noticed the low rumbling sound from the screen now.

"Permission to speak." My cries were left unheard as my "mother" inputted the data and pressed the red button.

The arcs began to spiral around me. Bright lights filled my vision, bright FLASHING lights. If it weren't for my augments, I swear, I would have gotten seizures from the portal alone.

"What's going on?" I FUCKING CALLED IT! My "mother" looked frightened. Did she accidentally input the wrong code? Did she avert too much power into the machine?

"I spy a retarded Forerunner Combat AI next to the power supply. The hell are you doing." I asked sarcastically. If there's something I learned from being a civilian, it's that sarcasm is one of the greatest things humanity has ever created. The Promethean Knight just stared at me blankly. No grunts. Is it charging its fucking batteries or something?

"JOHN!"

I simply raised my palm. I'm completely calm and extremely angry. Doctor Halsey began inputting additional codes.

"The codes aren't working! Why aren't they working!?" She smashed her fists onto the control panel. She was frantic. Her eyes had a hint of blood veins.

"Doctor Halsey. I'll probably be gone for a while." I said the obvious. "Could you send me some MREs and weapons with ammunition?"

"You're acting calm for a person that's going to be sent to an unknown destination. With no way of knowing if your going to survive or not." Yeah, I'm way too calm.

"I've been trained not to show fear and to stay calm at all times." I lied. I'm actually panicking ALOT right now. I'm just not showing it.

"We'll try to keep the portal open for as long as we can! When it closes, you're on your own..." A technician said.

"Noted, okay then, let's hope you fix this thing soon. Or get that GOD DAMN PROMETHEAN AWAY FROM THE SOCKET!" I shouted at the Promethean, which still has a wire sticking from its back, inside the socket. I thought they used solar energy... The Promethean showed no signs of acknowledgement. Great, that's just great. Subconsciously, I placed my right hand on my lap. I noticed my "gift" from Thel-Vadam was still there. It was a stronger version of the Energy Sword, using hard light technology. It was an Energy Sword/Promethean Arm Blade hybrid.

Great...and just when I thought I was about to get back to work too. Atleast I still had SOME form of protection. A fully loaded M6H PDWS, with six magazines to waste. I then realized the armor seemed different from when I last used it. I checked the specs and saw "MJOLNIR MARK XI PROTOTYPE".

"This is the Mark eleven!?" I blurted out. I couldn't hold my surprise, not only I got a MJOLNIR powered suit, it's a prototype too!

"Well, yes. It's still your own armor; we just repaired it and upgraded it." Doctor Halsey explained, still typing commands into the control panel.

Really, this felt sort of long. I could probably beat myself playing chess while waiting. The color changed, it was red now. Red is bad. From all the children's TV shows I've watched the past year (and anime), I knew the color red means something bad is going to happen.

"What's happening?" Catherine asked. You tell me! I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. I really don't have anything to say right now. Then I felt a kind of "anti" gravity, sort of feeling affect me. The molecules in my body seemed to warp, disappearing for some reason. I grabbed my arm to make sure it was still there. This took an entire minute longer then the previous teleport.

"Uh, I guess this is goodbye." I said, still holding onto my arm. Halsey looked up. Her face went from being serious, to a face of utter shock. I saw a tear stream down her face. I let go of my arm and gave her a thumbs up.

"Don't worry, Spartans never die." They respawn...where did that come from? I smiled from under my helmet and looked at myself. I was becoming more transparent by the moment. My smile turned into a scowl. I was getting extremely pissed for some reason. I squeezed my forearm. Looking back up, the view of Doctor Halsey was getting foggier.

The strange "anti-gravity" feeling got stronger, and stronger, until it felt like pain. I fell on my knees and clutched my helmet. Usually, Cortana would be here to tell me to snap out of it or hold on or to tell me how much longer I'll continue hurting. Not now. Now, I have no one to comfort me, no one to tell me any jokes, to tease me. I felt alone, isolated. After being away from my "family" for so long, I felt alienated. My neighbors, when I first met them, were friendly. Until they learnt of my "origins", they became scared. Almost threatening to kill me, to stay away from their children and families.

I blacked out from the pain as the teleportation finished.

I woke up in a pool of blood. I stood up. The blood seeped off my armor. Looking around, I saw a female woman. She looked Japanese. I mentally set my translator to Japanese. She looked shocked. I should be shocked. Why did I wake up from a pool of blood and the first thing I see, is a cute, Japanese teenager, in a striper uniform. Seriously, the only thing covering her is straps. Oh my god. I smacked my face with the palm of my hand.

I tried to get up. The only things I had on me were the Energy Sword and Magnum. I noticed, in the pool of blood, was some clothes. Did I crush someone? I looked around and saw no body. Not even a trace of giblets or intestines. I grabbed the shirt. There was alot of blood, as if someone was left to bleed to death. I crouched down to examine the red liquid. The shields protected my suit from getting wet.

"Hey, have you seen the person who did this?" I asked. My reply was in the form of a spear, made from light. I was able to turn around in time to catch the spear by the tip. Half my shields were drained in the process. Then, suddenly, I the spear seemed to burn my hand as I held it. I dropped it; the spear disappeared into a brilliant flash of light.

"The hell, what is this magic?" I asked myself. Looking up, I saw the girl rush at me, spear in hand. I side stepped her. She tripped into the pool of blood, smearing her face and exposed body. I noticed the black wings on her back... BLACK WINGS!? Angel wings to be exact. I was never a holy man; actually, they would call me a demon. Religion was long dead before I was born. The bible was more of an educational book, then an actual religious manuscript.

"Why you..." I grabbed the back of her face and smashed it into the floor. The brick that made up the floor was crushed and pushed under. The face of the...fallen angel, I guess, was bloodified. I believe some of the blood on the floor went into her mouth. She looked extremely tired. I pulled her head up and whispered into her ear.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"...Kuh." She spat out some blood. I took that as a sign of insubordination and shook her head a little.

"ANSWER ME!" I shouted. I didn't have the necessary tools to do a proper torture, but this should do.

"D-don't you already know?" She said. I was dumbfounded.

"Know what? Don't play tricks on me, little girl." I sounded like a Sangheili.

"Don't fuck with me." She elbowed me in the face, a quarter of my shields dropped. That elbow was certainly stronger then a regular human's, but not as strong as mine. I released my grip on her hair and she escaped from my grasp. I grabbed the Magnum from my waist and aimed it at her. She threw a Light Spear at me. I dodged the throw, but she took off into the sky with her wings. I sprinted towards her and jumped. I jumped higher then any normal human could; I leapt over her height and smacked the back of her head.

The girl fell onto the floor, unconscious, probably. I walked up to her and grabbed her cheeks. I turned her face and examined her appearance. Sure she was cute. Some might say "hot as fuck". Hormones no longer affect me. I took out a combat knife from my vest and cut her hand with it. I touched it with my hand. The suit scanned her DNA and blood. It was so similar to a human's, yet so different. She had excess energy and the wings were part of her genetic structure.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked myself. I let my shields recharge. The familiar "bvvvvvp" was calming.

Bleep.

Great.

Bleep.

Another one?

Bleep bleep.

Two?

Bleep bleep bleep.

"Shit."

I turned around and saw three people with wings, flying, a middle-aged man wearing a long coat, another girl and an older female. I stood up, dropping the girl's face onto the floor. I aimed my Magnum at the group. The older male scoffed at me.

"I can't believe Raynare got beaten by this kid." I believe you're underestimating me.

"Is that his Sacred Gear, the armor? Well then, looks like you won't need that anymore." The younger female commented. Girl, this is a multi-million dollar powered armor, do you think you're going to snatch it away, just like that?

"Probably not, there's never been a Sacred Gear like THAT before." What the hell is a sacred gear? I decided to squeeze the information out of "Raynare" here and squeezed the trigger. The gunshot rang as loud as it could. It pierced the male's shoulder and went through it. This is the most over powered pistol in existence. Don't think you could just fly like that.

"What the...! That actually hurt!" The male shouted.

"And next time, it's going to be your head exploding like a watermelon." I replied.

"Kuu... I didn't know Issei was this aggressive. Well then, time to die." Who's Issei? And why do I feel like I might actually lose this time? They all made Light Spears appear in their hands. I activated Hardlight Shield. No use, they flew behind me and threw the spears. Their flight capabilities were amazing.

The two spears took my shields down to half, the other, pierced my back and came out of an un-armored area. I fell down. This was nothing compared to the other battles I've fought. Standing up, I realized the spear burnt like hell. I turned around and fired my M6H. They dodged two of my shots, but the rest hit them. One hit the male in the chest and another in the leg. Two hit the older female at the shoulder. And the last three hit the younger female in the legs, and one to the chest. They all were shocked at my accuracy.

"He's no ordinary human. We should eliminate him and destroy his body before the devils come and resurrect him." The older female suggested.

I then felt something pierce my chest, through my armor. "Raynare" was back, back for vengeance. The spear pierced my lower chest and through my upper back.

"Well...looks like I'm missing the next Sangheili reacts show..." I got my last laugh. I grabbed the Gift Vadam gave me. The Energy Sword activated. Its crimson blade illuminated the night. I tuned it to "last stand" mode. Lightning cracked around the sword. I slowly backed away, in a stance.

"You're not going anywhere!" The older female said as she rushed me.

I let her get closer. It used up ALL my strength to do this, but I lunged at her. The training I did with the Sangheili master swordsmen was worth it. I pierced her heart and lifted her into the air. Blood came out her mouth as the spear she held disappeared.

"Kalawarner!" The younger female cried out. I threw her body away to my side. Time for me to boast.

"I am Master Chief Petty Officer Spartan-117!" I lifted the Blade to face level. "And Spartans NEVER die." At the last word, I coughed. I heard a car behind me stop. My vision was getting blurry and Raynare stood over me.

"You're not Issei."

"Who the fuck is Issei..." I said as I blacked out

This time, I woke up in a more pleasant room. A hospital I presumed, but the technology was...out-dated. Where the hell am I? I got up. The hole(s) in my body healed completely. Wait, where's the MJOLNIR? I looked to my left and saw the Energy Sword there. I grabbed it and got up. I opened the door. Several female employees blushed at me. I was too consumed in thought to care.

"OAI!" A security guard ran towards me with a baton. A nurse had a hospital gown in her hands, pushing it towards me. Just as the security guard was about to get into lunge range, I activated the Energy Sword. This time, it was just the sword, so it was a blue color now. Everyone froze.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Eeto...I dun shpeak engrish." The security guard said.

"Can you please put this on!" The nurse next to him threw the hospital gown at me. I grabbed it with my free hand and deactivated my Energy Sword. Then I noticed, I was small. I wasn't 6ft 11 anymore. What the hell? I then noticed my skin wasn't pale. It was a yellowish color.

"Wat." I said "what" in a stupid manner. Like someone who just had just woken up to notice that he's been asleep for fifty years.

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

I walked back into the room I was in and grabbed the closest mirror. I then put on the hospital gown. I looked like a Japanese boy, a teenager. What happened!? Last time I checked, I was Caucasian!

"What's going on?!" I asked the nurse.

"Mr. Victor-"

"Who the hell is Victor?" I've lost my calmness now.

"The man who dropped you off here?" Oh that clears EVERYTHING up.

"Where is he?"

"In the lobby, downstairs." Atleast she KNOWS where he is.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Three weeks." How did my wounds heal in three weeks? WHY WAS I ASLEEP FOR THREE WEEKS!?

"Let me go talk to him."

"Excuse me, but may I know your name?" I thought about her question for a second. I didn't have an answer besides my undercover name.

"Sierra-117" I said, in a calmer tone.

"117?" What, are you deaf? (No offense to the deaf people out there. I'm sorry.)

"Yes, that's part of my name."

"What's your surname?" Persistent isn't she.

"117."

"Uh...okay, 117-san." She laughed nervously. "This is a funny joke, Issei."

"Who the hell is Issei?" That name again.

"Uh..you're Issei. Are you alright, Issei-san?" A friend? Who is this girl.

"Who are you to 'Issei'?" I asked. I stated that bluntly and quickly.

"Uh... I'm a friend of your mother."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Ise?"

Well this got a whole lot more interesting.

"Where's my armor?"

"Sorry, what now?"

"My MJOLNIR suit, large, bulky, weighs a ton?"

"Sorry, you didn't come with a...Mjolnir suit."

I groaned. This was going to take longer then I thought...WAIT.

"If you already knew my name, why did you ask?" I turned back towards her. My face hand a mixture of shock and confusion.

"Ahh..haha?" The woman laughed nervously.

"So you're Victor." I said. I looked up towards a man that stood at 6 feet tall. He looked like, what people would call at this time, American. He had blonde hair and looked about 25 years old. He wore what seemed to be a brown trench coat. Under it was a blue T-Shirt and tacky pants.

"Yes, nice to meet you...Issei-san."

"Drop the Issei and the 'san'. Call me John." I said. I didn't want him to confuse me with a dead man. Issei must be the name of the kid I... no that isn't possible. How could I crush someone and nothing is left behind? Besides, I didn't see any visual evidence that I crushed him.

"So...John, what was that you were wearing?" I grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall with all my strength. I still had THAT atleast. I pushed him up the wall and stared into his eyes.

"Where's my suit."

"It's in my house." He was terrified.

"How'd you get if off?" I questioned.

"It just...came off by itself, honest!"

"Take me to it." I let go of his collar. The male fell down onto the floor. He groaned and rubbed his butt. Everyone else was staring at me, frightened, just another day as a Spartan. Just another normal day- Oh, red hair. My peripheral caught a most interesting sight: Red Hair. Not dyed, not a wig, but BRIGHT red hair. Not that dark red hair you usually see people dye, but organic red hair. I turned towards her. She seemed to be in a private school, hence the uniform. When she saw me, I caught a glimpse of shock and awe. I felt power and experience pour out from her. I scoffed at her sudden emotion and looked away. The other women that saw me were disgusted, shocked or showed evidence of extreme hatred. What did I do? Nothing thought so.

"Hey, Victor, how long are you going to-" When I turned towards him, I didn't see any "Victor". That asshole. I held the Energy Sword in my right hand and ran after him. He ran past the line of students. He seemed to be heading towards a school. I couldn't read Japanese; I knew only a few words, thanks to Linda.

"COME BACK HERE!" I used my natural "Spartan" Voice. It was a deeper more mature sounding voice than the one I usually use. He didn't stop, the fool. I exerted the rest of my Energy in my legs and sprinted. Augments don't disappoint, I ran faster then any human at this point. Body slamming into the young male, I grabbed his throat with my left hand and shoved a fist in front of his face, making sure he saw the stub of the Energy Sword in my hand.

"Where do you think your going cock sucker?" This is the language I've learned after leaving the military for an entire year. I threw him against a wall and kneed him in the gut. Victor coughed up some blood onto the ground and fell into his knees.

"Get up. I want my MJOLNIR Powered Armor Suit back." I told him. He obliged this time, nodding his head, showing acceptance. Everyone gathered around us, mostly students. They began mumbling something, one word I caught "Akuma". It means demon or devil in Japanese. That's right, I'm a demon. I'm a Spartan. I shouldn't even be considered human anymore.

"We should go; I've attracted too much attention to us." I told him.

"Yeah."

"And don't bother running. If you try to, I'll gut your stomach and hang you on a lamp post." I threatened.

"Right."

"Don't judge me. I've done that already. I've also beaten to death; three fully trained Special Operations Soldiers with my bare hands at the age of sixteen." That gotten his attention. He grabbed my hand, which I noticed, began growing paler. I also felt my muscle mass begin to increase as I accelerated.

What's going on? I've grown back into my "adult" form again. My skin is still very pale and I'm now 6 feet, 11 inches. I also tore the clothes I was wearing while growing. The man seemed trust worthy, I haven't told him about anything yet. If he were to ask for information, I would give some out, the less sensitive ones.

"So, do you have some sort of medical condition for that?" He asked, eyeing my pale skin.

"No, I didn't get too much sunlight for my entire life." I said, my voice, back to normal. I was inside his house, in the MJOLNIR Mark XI again. I tried tuning the radio to any frequency I could, so far, nothing. I was sitting on the floor, my legs crossed. Doctor Halsey really beefed up the suit. I have just about every armor ability (EVADE IS NOT AN ARMOR ABILITY, IT'S BASICLY ROLLING), besides the jetpack. I also had an EMP resistant armor and my very own "EMP Fists" which almost looks like an energy ball, except I can't fire it.

"So, who are you?" Victor asked.

"Master Chief Petty Officer John-117" I replied bluntly, without hesitation. I continued to tune the radio, hoping for any sign. After another five minutes or so, I gave up. The portal couldn't be open for this long, besides, I doubt Doctor Halsey would be able to find me...like this.

"What year is it?" I asked.

"October 3rd, 2013, you?"

"I usually would know changing the time line would be dangerous...but I have a feeling this isn't even my own timeline. December 5th, 2564." I said.

"Wow, five centuries into the future. Tell me, do we have flying cars yet?"

"No, the Covenant does though."

"Covenant? What's that?"

"Just an alien alliance that tried to wipe humanity from the face of the galaxy. Nothing too special." I said, staring at a painting he had on his wall.

"You sound...bored."

"Yeah. They got old after a while. Same repetitive strategy, same unit count, they had no variety asides their vehicles. Which by the way, feels like it's made from graph paper." I joked.

"You sound experienced."

"I've been fighting them for over thirty years, almost my entire life."

"Thirty years!?" He exclaimed. He looked at me with great interest. "You look like you're in twenties!"

"I don't look like it but I'm actually 53 years old, cryosleep can do wonders."

"So, how long are you going to be here? I don't feel all too comfortable sleeping with a person that could easily break my neck in my sleep."

"Just long enough to learn Japanese." I said, looking at him.

"What? Wait, you want me to teach you?" His jaw dropped.

"Who else can?"

(Rushing this, but I can't really explain what happens during this time, besides STUDYING and more STUDYING.)

"Okay, repeat. Hello, my name is Hyoudou Issei. I'm sure you've heard of me. I've been gone for about five weeks. I've been in a car accident down by the river and was rushed to the hospital, where I stayed there for several weeks." Victor said. This was the most ridiculous story I've ever heard in my life. I mean, wouldn't his parents know about this? I scratched the back of my head, pondering for anything else.

"Don't you think this sounds too cheesy?" I asked. I grabbed a glass of water and drank out of it. The water quality wasn't as good as it was back in 2564, but it was clean enough. I finished the glass and waited for his response.

He mused on my statement. "Sure it does...but do you have another idea?" He asked.

"Actually, yes, I do." I cleared my throat and said in clear and fluent Japanese, making sure to imitate Issei's voice as best as possible, "I'm back! Sorry about that, but I won't die that easily! Now, now, I'm sure you're all confused on how I'm 'not dead', but I've got a reasonable explanation for that! You see, I went up to the mountains for a while during Sunday, but there was this crazy, crazy girl I met. She stabbed me with a knife and threw me into a river. I was able to survive get to a hospital. Though, it was in an entirely different town."

I gave my opinion. It sounded legitimate, but the "thrown into the river" part sounded strange, but humans are such simple creatures. They'd take anything as the truth.

"Hm... that does sound good, but what about the river part?" Victor questioned.

"Use human psychology against them. They'd take the first thing they hear as truth and as the only truth, even though, in reality, I must have "replaced" Issei when he was dying." We had a talk during the extra two weeks I spent learning Japanese on how I've gotten into this situation. The most reasonable explanation, besides killing Issei, was that I somehow "exist" as a foreign and natural existence in the universe. Half of me, John-117, comes out either by will and strong determination, or by exerting excessive energy during exercise or anything else that requires physical labor.

"I guess you could..." The American said. I guess he wasn't all too much into psychology.

"Well, what would you say about your parents?" He asked. That...was another problem.

"Well, I could say I had amnesia. I can still say that I still do...until I fainted in the park! You came and took me to the hospital and I regained my memories back...wait." I stopped after that. Regained my memories? I don't even KNOW Issei's parents, so to hell with his personal life.

"What do I do? We don't have a good explanation for this..." I asked.

"Well, we'll go have a walk in the park...oh, and don't worry about your armor." He said.

"Why...?" I questioned. That was a stupid thing to say.

"Well, first, they'll think your cos-playing, or costume playing. So, you won't have to worry too much about your armor. That's also a pretty damn awesome looking suit you're wearing." Victor commented.

"Well, okay. I guess we could walk...I've been cramped up in here for way too long." I got up and stretched. The blonde lazily got up from his couch. He stretched and grabbed his keys. We walked out, he locked his door. We talked for a long time. Thinking about ideas on statements, but the same problem we always run into is the "parents" one. We needed someone that knew Issei like the back of their hands...or just someone who could easily delve into his info. That's something I can't do because I don't even know where to start. I don't even know where to get his information from.

We decided to stop for some ice cream. Well, just Victor anyways. He was sweating and beat tired from walking. What a pussy. His constitution must be low then. He sat down on the bench and licked his ice cream. He held another one in his hand. To be honest, I never tried ice cream before. All I've ever eaten in my life was MREs. Never had a cake or sweets (besides the ones that came with the MREs) in my life.

"Want one?" He offered me his spare ice cream. I looked at it enviously. Of fucking course I wanted one.

"Sure. Just hold it for a second." I took off my gloves and depressurized my helmet. When I took it off, two girls screamed and a smaller one stared at me emotionlessly, but I knew under that mask, she was shocked. I saw her eyes widen a little. She wore the "Kuoh Academy" uniform. Her white hair went well with it...yellow eyes? I was staring at her for a while until I saw a feet flying at my face from the corner of my eye.

"Stop staring at Koneko-chan with those lustful eyes!" The attacker said. I stepped back, the girl landed on her feet and got into a crouching position. It was a lazy one; she tried to hide her skirt from being seen. Who's this idiot...? I set my 50 pound helmet on the bench besides Victor, along with my gloves.

"Sorry, but do I know you?" I asked. She looked confused for a second, but her seriousness returned in an instant.

"Don't toy with me, hentai!" Pervert? Am I a pervert?

"Uh...excuse me, but who are you?"

"Eh!?" She stepped back, slightly, but grabbed a wooden sword from the air. It was thrown by one of her friends.

"Don't you play games, ISSEI!" The girl lunged at me. It looked like it was well versed. It seems like she's supposed to be able to hit me.

Nope.

I sidestepped her and put my foot in front of her legs. She tripped on it and landed face first. Fail. I grabbed the kendo stick from the air and stabbed it in front of her eyes. The sword shattered, but the tip was stuck inside the ground.

"Wh-what!?"

"What insane strength!"

"Super hentai!?"

I heard people murmur around me. I heard EVERY single comment. Augmentations never failed me before, but sometimes act like a double edged sword. Many of the comments were hurtful. I'm not Issei man...

"I-is...is he going to rape her?" OK NO MORE!

"Let's get out of here." I grabbed my helmet and gloves and put them back on. Victor finished his ice cream and the other one was beginning to melt.

"You can have that one." I told him. He didn't complain and ate the rest of the ice cream.

What the fuck.

"Hey, this is an unauthorized- GUH!" I punched the male soldier in the gut. He fell down with ease. I saw an M12 LRV (Light Reconnaissance Vehicle) sticking out like a sore thumb in the middle of the park. It came, fully loaded with tons of weaponry and in all its glory. Its turret was still attached too.

"Freeze!" Two more soldiers aimed their pathetic rifles at me. I picked up the M16 the unconscious soldier held and deactivated its safety.

"Open fire!"

The guns were useless. The rifles barely used up a centimeter of my shield bar. My shields flared a golden yellow color and I aimed the M16 on the attackers. Technically, the Warthog and all its contents belong to me. How did Doctor Halsey pull it off, I don't know, in five weeks nonetheless, grand as always, Catherine. They stopped firing their weapons after they saw how useless it was. I intended to stop resolve this conflict without any violence...coming from a guy who's entire life revolved around fighting, killing and war. I slowly walked towards the Warthog; I still had the M16s primed on the two. I heard several other marines run towards me. I aimed it at them too.

I slowly backed up against the LRV. Cautiously, I laid the M16 onto the floor, slowly and got into the Jeep. Victor was hiding behind the trees, I signaled him to run away. The two of the guys saw my signal and turned around; I threw a sonic grenade towards them. It hit one of the guys at the back of the head, distracting him. I ignited the engine and grabbed the nearest weapon, which turned out to be a M6 Caseless SMG. The bullets rattling filled the air and the two men dropped dead.

"So much for no violence..." I thought.

"He killed Timothy!" A marine shouted. There's a fine line between disabled and killed. Right now, I disabled him, even with an SMG, I'm still pretty accurate.

I drove out from the park and into the rode. I haven't used a Warthog in a while. I saw Victor running across the street. He was panting heavily. I pressed the wheel, the horn blared loudly. The tired American got onto the driver's seat of the car. I was lucky I memorized the city during my two weeks here, I was able to drive around the city (passing Victor's house several times).

"I think we lost them." I said.

"I think they never even tried to find us..."

"Pretty sure they'd try and catch us. I would try to anyways."

"What ever, I just want to go back home, Sharp Shooter."

"Linda's the Sharp Shooter..." I mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing! Nothing."

(Rushed? Yeah, the others hopefully won't be as rushed. I need to get the main clinks in place before seriously starting the rest of the story. And good to clear it up now or I'll have like...5-6 chapters of explaining to do)

It's been two days after that military incident. Today's the big day. Today's the day of my big "return". I didn't want it to be too flashy, so I decided to submit a student application under the name "Hyoudou Issei-117" It sounded weird. I'm not a High School student, I'm a 53 year old UNSC Special Operations Super Soldier, who's survived over a hundred combat encounters and killed over a thousand with my bare hands. I'm not supposed to be stuck behind a desk, doing paper work...oh the irony. My "parents" know that "I" still live now. I've practically read all of Issei's history and personality, and I must say, I'm extremely embarrassed to be walking in his place right now.

"Embodiment of sexual desires...what the hell." I said to myself.

"I was surprised when I first read his files too. I never knew such a person existed!" Victor, your not making me feel any better. This guy has a strange fetish for boobs also, which is a foreign concept to me because I've practically never thought about having sex, nor did I even care. I held my bag-suit case thing over my back, like Issei does..or did.

"So, go with the plan?" I asked Victor.

"Yeah, the plan...is going to hell because of his god dang personality."

"You're not helping..."

"What ever, just go with the flow. I'll be waiting here in about five minutes after school to take you to your home." Home eh? My home was destroyed by an invading alien racist alliance. I didn't tell you that did I?

"...I was always considered lucky..." I began.

"What?"

"I survived over a hundred combat encounters...and what do I get? Nothing of value. Yup. I don't give any shits about the medals they gave me, oh no, no, no. I do not give any shits, none at all."

"..." Victor listened intently. We were at the school gate now, on the bridge.

"You've taken my life from me. In return, I get a friend that died several years ago, brothers and sisters that died fighting, brothers and sisters that I wish, WISH, miraculously survived."

"The UNSC uses me like their pet, their lab rat. I fight for them, they keep humanity alive. Seems like a fair trade, doesn't it? NO! It isn't! Where's my humanity!? What's left of it!? NOTHING! I LOST IT FIVE GOD DAMN DECADES AGO!"

"John." Victor called me.

"We're here."

I looked up. There was a massive building complex in front of me. Some students were looking out the window, probably due to the rant I had. I walked inside. Victor told me good luck. I am the luckiest of the Spartans, and I sure damn hope that luck will hold. I kept the gift Thel gave me in my pocket. I always have a weapon on me at all times. I'm also really damn lucky this Energy Sword converts virtually ANYTHING into energy. Heat, sound, light, solar, kinetic, magnetic, nuclear - weak and strong, you name it. It can probably convert it into electric energy too.

I stood in front of the door of my class room. The door was made out of a sturdy wood. The floor stub seemed to be made out of the same thing. The floor was made out of a marbled stone. I took a deep breath and placed my hand onto the door. This will be intense. I quickly opened the door.

"Uh..." Shit. I'm at a loss for words. All eyes were on me. Hopefully my accent imitated Issei's close enough.

"I guess...this is hi again?" I scratched the back of my head and laughed nervously. No, this wasn't an act. My palms were sweating and I was seriously nervous.

"...H-..!" I don't know what to expect, really.

"HENTAI!" I did not expect that. Not in the slightest.

"Damn! Issei's back!" He must be really hated...

"Go crawl back to the hole you came from!"

"Yeah! Go die again!"

"Must...restrain...anger..." I chanted in my head. I was still smiling, even though I wanted to grab the Energy Sword and cut up everyone in this classroom. What subject was this...math? I was never good at math...but it became a vital aspect during my missions. I had to learn it.

"Alright class...It looks like Issei's back, let's give him a warm welcome." The teacher said. He didn't seem all too happy about me coming back either. Is he giving me the evil eye? I stepped back, slightly surprised at all the hateful comments I was getting.

"Issei...take your seat."

"..."

"We're waiting."

"Where did I sit again?"

Everyone in the class fell. Is this an anime or something?

"Are you retarded? You sit behind me!" A bald guy called out. He had a healthy body by the looks of it. One of Issei's friends? I have nothing to say.

"Oh. Okay." I took a step forward. And just like that, I felt a trip wire. I stopped mid step.

"Well...aren't you going to move?"

"Excuse me, but who put that trip wire here?"

One of girls blushed. It was the one I saw in the park.

"It was you wasn't it."

"SHUT UP, YOU SUPER STRONG HENTAI!" Did she like Issei?

Class was easy. I was underwhelmed. The teacher mostly picked on me during class, not that I had any problems with it. At 11th grade for me, I was already into making biological viruses, etc. Quadratic equations are cake to me. The bald guy walked up to me. He seemed to ramble on about girls and porno videos. I didn't bother listening. I was too engrossed in this book that Doctor Halsey sent to me via dimension traveling Warthog.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?" 'Matsuda' called. I returned his glare with my own.

The rest of school was dull. During English, the teacher really didn't pick on me as much. Really, the only time he did, was to read a 'section' of a passage. I read it, the entire class's jaws dropped. When I finished, the teacher asked me to continue reading. I obliged. Eventually, I read the entire passage. I had to remind him that I had already finished the entire thing and sat down. Really, the only time I actually studied, was during Japanese. I had an uneasy grasp on Japanese. I paid close attention on the lesson. I knew when the teacher called me, I was fucked. I tried my best to memorize all the Japanese Kanji words, the only problems I had were the combinations.

"Okay then Issei-"

"Please excuse me; I need to use the bathroom." I interjected immediately. If it was reading, I didn't need to embarrass myself in front of the entire class.

"Probably off to go peek on some girls..." One of the females gossiped. Ears fail me now, please. I ignored them. When my entire body was across the door, I took off into a sprint towards the bathroom. I'm completely clueless in these kinds of situations. I was trained to kill, not retake school!

"The pinnacle of human augmentations and squad leader of the humanities' most superior fighting force, and I don't even know how to read a damn passage in Japanese. God, Samuel would be laughing his ass off right now." I said to myself, rinsing my face in the sink. I looked up into the mirror. In it, was the face of a Japanese teenager named Issei. He's dead now, I think. I've taken his place in the universe.

"Hey, Sam, Fred, Kurt...what would you do right now, if you were in my position?" I asked myself. I wished some sort of divine hint would prompt me to do something. Anything?

The door behind me opened. A blonde haired kid stepped in. I believe this was the "Prince of Kuoh Academy" or some other bullshit. Well, he did look good. He had blue eyes, clear blue eyes that would take any girl's heart with a glance. But I knew, under that cheerful and gentle smile was a dark past. He was a warrior, I could tell. Wait...

"Who're you, someone out for vengeance?" I asked. I stepped away from the boy. I didn't know his name; guess I'm calling him Casanova for a while.

"Kiba Yuuto, at your service, Issei." He did a mock bow. I'm still cautious of him. I got into a side stance, my left side facing the front. I placed my right hand above my right pocket, ready to grab the Energy Sword.

"You know me?" Still cautious, I slowly approached him. He didn't look...normal. I could tell, I felt something strange emitting from him, similar, but different from my pervious encounter with that...Fallen Angel.

"Of course, everyone in the school is aware of your...illustrious reputation."

"Pick your words carefully, playboy." I warned.

"This accidental pervert is more dangerous then you think."

"Of course. By the way, have you heard the rumor of the 'Green Giant'?" And there you have it. I restrained myself from grabbing this little punk's throat and breaking it right then and there. That'd cause a lot of problems and I'd be called a pervert murder.

I took a deep breath and said, "Continue." I knew if I heard more I wouldn't be able to restrain myself any further.

"Well, he was eating ice cream with an American male..."

"Correction, I DIDN'T get to eat any ice cream." I thought.

"He could break a kendo sword by stabbing it into the floor..."

"Nothing wrong there..."

"And he raided a military quarantine." You just signed your death warrant. I rushed towards him and threw a vicious punch to the face. All my years of training taught me how to punch quickly and efficiently. Surprisingly, he dodged the front jab, and my hand went through the wall.

"I didn't expect that..." The Casanova said. He looked surprised and frightened. I pulled my hand out of the hole and used the same hand to back hand him. The surprise attack hit. He was almost knocked out by that strike. I used my opposite leg and side kicked his side rib. The kick nearly shattered his ribs. The blonde fell onto wall; I grabbed the back of his head and smashed it into the wall, once.

"Okay kid, listen here. I don't know how you know about that little incident, but if you tell ANYONE about that or this, I'll make sure that's going to be the last time you tell anyone about ANYTHING." I said into his ear. From behind, I heard a camera snap. It sounded digital. I whirled around, getting the playboy into a headlock. I was met with the same small girl I saw at the park, the one with the silver hair. She held something that looked similar to a hand held phone.

"Caught you." She said in a monotone voice.

"And why should I care? I can break that phone and your neck in an instant." I threatened. She knew that I was serious and put the phone into her pocket.

"Delete it. Or this kid gets a one way ticket to hell."

"I'd actually love to see the underworld." Kiba said in a playful voice. He began laughing, "That kick was almost as strong as Akeno-sempai's or Buchou's."

"Almost." He added at the end.

"Say another word and your dead."

"I've been dead. It's pleasant when you feel at piece."

"Kiba, you're not making the situation any better." The silver haired girl said.

"Sorry, sorry Koneko-chan." He really is a playboy.

"What do you want from me?!" I shouted, tightening my grip on Kiba.

"Bu-buchou just wa-wants some questions answered...gah! That's really tight." I lessened my grip on the male. Buchou, in Japanese means "club president" I believe. Why would their club president want questions to be answered and why from me?

"Who's Sam?" I did a powerful jab towards his lower spine, this much strength would either kill or cripple a human, or anything in that manner. And like a bitch, the little girl caught it with both her hands. How'd she get here so fast? I noticed her move, but it was in an extremely agile manner, almost like a cat's.

"That...hurt." She said.

"Really? Wow! You're strong, for a human." He said playfully. I really wanted to wipe the floor with this kid. Then, they looked at me awkwardly.

"What?"

"Your skin, it's becoming paler." I looked down. It was becoming paler. I barely used enough energy over such a short period of time, why am I changing again?

"Are you a vampire?"

"Does it look like I have fangs and suck blood?" They didn't say a word. "Thought so, let me see this 'Buchou' of yours."

Class was over and it was lunch break. We got an entire hour to ourselves, enough time for me to-

"KYAAA!" Enough time for me to listen to girls get orgasms. The hell is going on. I tilted my head to the source of the commotion. The "prince" was here. I guess my intuition was correct, he is a playboy.

"Kiba-kun! D-do you want to have lunch with me?" A girl asked.

"No! Kiba-kun will have lunch with me!"

"K-Kiba"

And we had more girls asking the kid for lunch, dates, etc. Hell, one girl asked him to "take her first time". That statement had to require a lot of courage. I looked away, bored. I continued reading the book Halsey gave me. This was much more interesting then all the crap I got from the school. Luckily, this book was roughly 500 pages long, and there was an entire series, with the same amount of pages.

"Sorry, I'm here on business for Buchou." He said.

"Oh, please take your time!"

"Yes, we don't want to dirty the air around you." What ass kissers. The Casanova approached me. I didn't give any shits and continued reading the book. He waited for a reaction, I gave none.

"Pardon me." I tilted my head to the direction he was standing, to show a slight sign of acknowledgement.

"Buchou wants to meet you." You know, I'm expecting a large, muscular, 18 year old male right now. I packed my things, leaving the book out, since I'm only on page 67 and this was a really good one, a story, I mean. It really captures you in the first few lines and continues to hook you on with constant drama and cliffhangers.

"No! He's going to be defiled!"

"I won't allow a KibaXHyoudou couple!"

"Maybe it's a H-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." I said coldly. My right hand tightened its squeeze on my bag. In the UNSC I tolerated the rumors spread by the marines. I understood why they feared me, but THIS. This is just senseless rumor spreading.

"ISSEI!" Matsuda called out behind me. I stopped, mid walk and turned to confront him. He looked angry.

"If you have business with me, make it quick." I stated bluntly.

"What are you going to do with this DVD, Me the Molester, and the Udon?!" He held the DVD case high in the air, above his head for the entire world to see. He had a face had a mixture of triumph and an urge to laugh.

There was an awkward silence afterwards. I didn't move a molecule and just stared at him. No screams of disgust, no, nothing, just a slightly embarrassed Matsuda.

"Is that all?" I asked, bored and unimpressed.

"Good, keep it that way." I turned around and didn't say another word. All that was left were the angry girls that swarmed the baldy.

"DARN YOU ISSEI!"

Koneko joined us as we walked away from the massacre.

I stood in front of a wooden door, in a wooden hallway, in an old wooden house. They called this the Old School Building, apparently, Kiba and Koneko's clubroom. I put my right hand into my pocket and held onto the Energy Sword. Walking up to the door, I examined the hallway. If I were to make an escape, I could easily jump out the window and climb down a tree. If there that route was blocked, I could just run down the hallway or break the wooden planks that made up the floor. I placed my left hand on the door knob. The cold metallic steel feeling invaded my left hand. I'm still complaining about feeling naked Vic. I turned the door knob slowly, looking behind me occasionally. I stalled the opening for an entire minute. Funnily, inside, sat a girl, no older then 17, with black or just a really, REALLY, dark purple hair color. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and due to the length of her hair, the ponytail seemed like it could stretch to her waist.

The next millisecond later, I noticed there was a shower in the room. A SHOWER in a CLUB ROOM. I looked around for the phantom shower and saw it. It was in the corner of the room and the silhouette of a girl appeared on the cover. I didn't flinch. I walked inside and took the spot where I could take the quickest exit point without looking conspicuous. Kiba and Koneko took their seats on the sofa. Koneko began eating, what looked like sweets. Kiba just began staring into space.

"Would you like some tea?" The older female asked.

"I respectfully decline." I said, shaking my head. I placed my bag next to the door and continued reading my book.

"Akeno, could you pass me a towel?" Requested the female from inside the shower.

"Yes, Buchou."

So the club president is a girl? And she's taking a bath inside her clubroom. I can't help admit, but that's bold. I immersed myself into the novel for the next five minutes. Best five minutes of the day. When the club president finally dried herself and reestablished the fact that humans are required to wear clothing, I placed a bookmark on the page I was (page 73) and put the book back into my bag. I took out my Energy Sword, I was still weary of the situation, and I didn't trust these people all too well.

"Query." I asked. I got back into my usual mood and personality. I didn't look up from my bag yet.

"Alright soldier boy, what's your question?" The Alpha female asked. I looked away from my bag, an immediately noticed her red hair. It was the girl from two weeks ago.

"Why did you summon me?" I asked. She pondered over my question for a moment as I analyzed the room for any other escape routes.

"I'm pretty sure you know why I called for you, Issei." She said. "How are you still alive and what's with the sudden change in personality?"

I grunted. I needed to get one point clear and that's that I'm not Issei...or fully Issei. I guess I could say I'm half Issei and half a biologically augmented super soldier that has survived over a hundred combat encounters and neutralized more then a thousand military combatants with my own two hands, and more with my fellow Spartans. Then again, I could also be Issei. I do have his appearance, and when I'm fully relaxed and take on his appearance, I have the same biological information or DNA as him. Dimension travel is a bitch.

"Do you want half the answer or all of it?" I decided. The red head looked confused at my statement.

"What other half don't I know?"

"A lot, actually, I won't even say half of it. More like 1/4ths of it." I said. Everyone seemed to show some interest in my statement. Even the silent and calm Koneko's eyes perked up to what I said.

"Okay, tell me. Tell me everything."

"Ok then..." What's her name?

"Rias. Rias Gremory." She said.

"Ok then Rias. Here's my story." I started. "I'm not even sure about this, but as of right now, I may be Hyoudou Issei. I seemed to have replaced him in this time and space. So, as of right now, you may address me as Issei."

"What do you mean?" Kiba asked.

"I'm getting there." I said, staring at the boy. "As far as I know, I'm 16 and am an infamous pervert among the ranks of Kuoh Academy..."

"You're correct about that." Akeno said, smiling as if she was having fun listening to me.

"If I had a NIC (I believe this isn't canon to Halo), this would be a lot easier to explain, but alas, I don't."

"What's that?" Rias asked.

"Do you always have to ask me what everything is? A NIC is an acronym to 'Neural Interface Computer'. You use it to submit reports or review memories for things such as this."

"Okay then, what's your other 3/4ths of your story?" She requested.

"You may want to sit down for this..." I said. No one seemed to care too much. "I am a soldier in the United Nations Space Command, Office of Naval Intelligence branch. I've survived over a hundred combat encounters and killed many military combatants with my own hands, more with my fellow brothers and sisters in arms."

"That's...quite a story you have there..." Rias commented. She looked slightly surprised. The others' eyes were slightly widened, besides Akeno's; she was still smiling like an idiot.

"Do you have any proof to back your story up?" Akeno asked. I didn't really have anything besides my energy sword. I looked down at my right hand. It was sweaty, really, sweaty.

"No. I do have this though." I showed them the hilt of my Energy Sword. They didn't look surprised. The only thing fancy right now is how fancy it looks. It's generally an energy sword with orange instead of blue energy.

"What's that?"

"Do you guys really have to ask me about every single little detail? I'm getting there, princess." I said irritated. "This is a modified version of the Type 1 Energy Weapon/Sword. It uses Forerunner technology, with its original plasma tech, and has a rechargeable battery, via solar, kinetic, heat, etc. Specially made for me as a gift, by a good friend, it can cut through virtually anything besides other Energy Swords of a similar kind."

"I'll ignore your insulting comment just now and say this, 'Show me.'"

I squeezed the Energy Sword. Its azure blade appeared and glowed majestically. Everyone else stood up, Kiba looked excited. Was he a sword freak or something? I tuned it. The "knobs" on its sides were tunable. I turned the top one. The sword changed from a bright blue to a bright orange color. Hardlight technology combined with superheated plasma. It is a physical, yet plasma like weapon. Lightning crackled around the blade. It's so strong; it can create its own electron cloud.

"Is that enough proof?" I asked.

"Yes...but what about the augments?"

"Actually, Buchou, he punched through a wall when I first confronted him. It was a cement wall and might have had some metal plates lining the insides..." Kiba said. Good job boy.

"...That is enough."

"So, why am I here?" I asked, deactivating the Energy Sword. Rias looked down onto the table she was standing above. She didn't answer my question for a good two minutes.

"Well then...Issei... I believe you recognize this person." Akeno covered the windows with drapes. The only light source came from a dim light on Rias's desk and a lamp on the table. The red head threw down two pictures of a girl. One was a picture of Issei with a girl that looks really familiar...and the other was of...the same girl in a stripper outfit. Horary! Now we can all stop being virgins...

"Cute innocent looking girl...stripper outfit still sort of innocent looking girl. Yeah, I've met her. Not much of a fight if you ask me." I said.

"Really, then would you allow us to test your prowess?" Rias asked. Really? I just wanted to hit something.

"Why not, I need to get back into shape." For some reason, my skin began getting paler, and I started to grow. My muscle density increased in size and I grew up to a height of 6 feet 11 inches.

"I did not mean like that." I commented, now as John-117. Everyone paled. I was huge, I stood taller then the door and my clothes were close to breaking.

"Begin." I said. I pocketed the Energy Sword and got into a fighting stance. Kiba was the first to attack; he was extraordinarily fast, for a human. He had a sword in his hand. How he got it, I had no idea. He swung down, the blade cut through the air easily. I dodged the first slash and elbowed Kiba with lightning fast speed. Koneko rushed me next; she began punching me with quick, short jabs. I blocked two of them and noticed the ironic ability she holds.

"For such a small girl, you hit hard." It's true. If it weren't for my augments, my bones would have broken. Then again, my bones can't break, they're virtually indestructible. The silver haired child jumped onto my leg and tried to punch my stomach. I parried the strike and grabbed her shoulder, performing judo throw. Kiba came back, he was about to punch me. Spartan time kicked in. He bluffed his first punch and went for a knee to the stomach. I crossed my arms, where my arms intersected, the knee hit, a karate block. I used the arm on top and hit Kiba on the nose with the back of my hand. I saw Koneko ready to unleash the pain with a heel kick to my back with my peripheral vision. I bent my back down and back kicked the little girl. She flew through the door and broke the glass. Lucky for me, she landed on a tree branch.

"Looks like it's my turn..." Akeno looked at me sadistically. I am legitimately creeped out now. She raised her hand. A second later, the room smelled like ozone. Lightning. The bolt of thunder struck me and lasted for VERY long. If I had shields, I would be fine, but I didn't. I fell onto my knees. My hands supported me. That was a VERY deadly attack.

"Fufufu, you're still alive?"

"Are you trying to kill me?" I asked.

"Actually, yes." My eyes widened. I grabbed my Energy Sword and set it to Promethean Hardlight Scythe mode. I twisted the bottom knob and pulled it out. The pole formed from Hardlight and the blade was also Hardlight. I rushed towards the sadist and swung the blade. I swung it with all I had. Akeno blocked it with her lightning, but I kicked her leg, crippling her for a second and head butted her. The force of my head butt knocked me onto my ass, but set Akeno into a daze.

"Was that good enough?" I said, reorienting myself.

"Yeah...shame I couldn't recruit you into my peerage though..."

"Peerage? What are you taking about?" I questioned. What was she a slave laborer or something?

"I'm sure you're confused. There's something I hidden from you." Let me guess, you're actually a really good looking male.

"I'm sure with your experience and knowledge..." Girl, I've been fighting aliens for over thirty years. Parasites for two and highly advanced forerunner beings for the next couple years. I'm sure I've seen everything."

"You can handle what I am about to reveal to-"

"Just get on with it. I'm growing impatient, I've worn this school uniform without my under suit and I still feel naked." I crossed my arms.

"As you wish. We, in reality, are actually Devils."

"..."

"..."

"So? Like I care. You're still civilians in my eyes." That was underwhelming. I expected something big, like I'm the princess of hell or something.

"I...expected a larger reaction."

"I've been in the military for all my life. Fighting is all I know and when you kill for as long as I have, you don't get surprised easily. So what is this "peerage" thing I keep on hearing you babble on about?"

"Are you familiar with the game of chess?"

"I love that game." I said, recalling on all the nostalgic skirmishes I had with my fellow Spartans.

"That makes things a lot easier. Peerage is a term given to groups of devils. During the Great War, the Devils lost many forces to the Angels and Fallen Angels. We lost so many troops that we couldn't even form new armies. Many pure blooded devil bloodlines died during that time. That was 200 years ago. Now, we recruit humans that have exceptional abilities or wield Sacred Gears." Sacred Gear...heard that term before.

"We use chess pieces to recruit them. When a Human is dying, we can resurrect them as a Devil, using the chess pieces. Usually, we would require just one chess piece for a human, but Issei...before your...change...was worth eight pawn pieces."

"That's all the pawns in the game." I commented. Issei must be strong then.

"Yes, I wanted to resurrect him, I was about to also, but when he...died. You appeared. No, Issei turned into dust and the dust warped into you. It then went inside your under suit and you regained consciousness." She explained.

"Why was Issei, pre-super soldier, worth eight pawn pieces? Was he smart or strong or anything?"

"No. He was an average pervert, with average abilities."

"Why was he worth eight pieces then?" I asked.

"He may have a [Longinus]."

"Isn't that the spear that killed Jesus Christ? You can't have *a* Longinus, you HAVE Longinus." I said.

"[Longinus] is a term given to the Ultimate Sacred Gears. So far, they are only 13 [Longinus] in existence: [True Longinus], [Zenith Tempest]. [Annihilation Maker], [Dimension Lost], [Boosted Gear], [Divine Dividing], [Regulus Nemea], [Canis Lycaon], [Absolute Demise], [Innovate Clear], [Sephiroth's Grail], and [Telos Karma]." Someone did their homework.

"And what do you think he has?" I asked.

"We were hoping you could show us."

"What? Sorry, but I never used this "Sacred Gear" thing ever. I never even heard of it until five weeks ago."

"If you have it, which you likely do, we can confirm which Sacred Gear it is." I thought about it. No harm in gaining a new weapon. I unfolded my arms and took a deep breath.

"Ok, how do I get this thing to work?" I asked. Rias smiled.

"This room is filled with Magical Energy-"

"So that's why I changed into my original appearance." I interjected.

"So it should be easier for you to show us you're Sacred Gear. First, think of the strongest person you can imagine."

"Chief Mendez."

"Now imagine a pose where he looks the strongest."

"Barking orders."

"Now try doing that pose."

"..."

I gave my best Chief Mendez impression. I took a deep breath and shouted, "DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME 500! DO IT IN THIRTY MINUTES OR NO FOOD UNTIL DINNER! YOU CALL THAT A PUSH UP? GIVE ME FIFTY MORE!"

Everyone in the room flinched and paled. Koneko actually hid behind the couch (when did those two get back inside?) and Akeno looked surprised. Rias was laughing nervously; I'd have to agree with her, I feel like my Training Officer will break the Dimensional Walls to kill me. I felt a cold poke at my back.

"John...don't you ever do that again." I felt a phantom presence behind me, when I turned around, I saw a transparent figure of Mendez. I quickly walked away from him and saluted. "SIR YES SIR!"

"What?"

"Ah." He wasn't there anymore. Was I imagining things?

"What was that?"

"I...must be imagining things." I returned to where I was, confused.

"Don't worry about that, look at your left hand." I looked down and saw that my left hand had a gauntlet of some sort. It didn't cover my lower forearm and fingers though.

"Which Sacred Gear is this?" I asked, lifting my left arm up.

"That's [Twice Critical]...looks like my senses were wrong..." She looked disappointed.

"Your combat experience would be a great addition to my-"

"I don't plan on dying anytime soon, so you can forget about it." I glared at Rias heavily. My face was dead serious.

"Right. Since you summoned the Sacred Gear, you can summon it at will now." Rias said.

"Right...enough talk. I think I overstayed my visit. I'm going to go for lunch and then, I'll skip the next hour. I don't really have a club as of right now."

"You could join this club." Kiba said. He got his shit together, it seems. He was still nervous.

"I'll pass. If I were to join a club, it's going to be something interesting..." I grabbed my bag from the side of the door and left the room. I disengaged the gauntlet. Twice Critical eh? Sounds like it does twice the damage to something.

1300 HOURS, October 17, 2013 (Definitely NOT a Military Calendar) / Japan, Tokyo... (?), Kuoh Academy, Earth

I'm lying down in the grass during P.E. class. We were supposed to run 500 meters or half a kilometer. Everyone groaned when the teacher said so. I finished in the first 10 minutes. The grass was soft and rubbed against my back. This was the last hour of the day. After this, I go meet my "parents". Nervous? No, I just want my under suit and I'll be happy. I continued to read the book that Doctor Halsey sent me. I'm on page 130 now. It was really interesting and this isn't even during the climax yet.

"Ise! I looked up and saw another one of Issei's friends, Motohama. Code Name, Perverted Glasses. What?

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Want to go watch some-"

"Don't even finish that sentence, no I don't. I'm busy after school actually." No porno videos. I don't need to restudy the human reproductive system.

"Hey are you alright Ise? You've been acting strange all day."

"I just feel tired that's all." With all I've been through, I would feel tired.

"Oh, okay then. Don't get sick, you bastard..."

I ignored him and placed a bookmark inside the book and set it down by the grass next to me. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I actually fell asleep like that. Chief Mendez trained us to keep an eye and ear open at all times, even when we're asleep. Right now, I don't have an eye open, but I could still hear. I heard footsteps approach me and do to my highly sensitive ears; I was able to wake up really fast.

"Hey, hentai, move this is our spot." A group of girls surrounded me. They didn't look amused at the fact that I was here. I kept my eyes closed, ignoring them. I got the spot first and I don't plan on leaving it.

"Are you deaf? Move it!"

"Does it look like I want to move?" I said, slowly opening my eyes.

"Well, I'm demanding that you move. Unless you want us to whoop your ass like the masochist you are."

"I'd love to see you try." I said, still lying down.

"Kuuu..." The girl that was talking to me stabbed down with her kendo sword. Many people here have kendo swords. There were six girls in total, four had kendo swords and the other two...were girls from my class. I dodged the first strike, grabbing my book and keeping it from harm. I quickly got up, kicking one of the females behind me. She flew away several meters. I side stepped one of the girls that rushed me with her stick. I bent her arm and disarmed her, knocking her hit with the butt of the sword.

The other two ran at me again. I used the acquired wooden katana to block the two strikes that aimed at my head. I had no experience with katanas. I used the butt of the sword and slammed it to the girl next to the one that did all the talking. The other tried swinging at me towards my back. I jumped and did a back flip. She hit the other girl in the face, not that I have any problems with it. I grabbed the "main boss" and disarmed her. I did a light tap (punch) to her gut and she fell down with ease.

"Like I said, I'd love to see you try." I stabbed the tip of the "boss's" sword into the dirt in front of her and walked away.

"What time is it?" I asked the two girls, Murayama and Katase. They were both in shock, scared. They began shivering and hugged each other.

"I'm not going to do anything to you, what time is it?"

"I-its time to go."

"That's all I needed to know, thank you for your time." I replied. They stopped shaking, still scared of me but their fear was replaced with surprise.

"A polite Issei? What has this world come to?!" I heard them whisper.

(GOD DAMN I ACTUALLY WANT TO FINISH THIS PRETTY DAMN QUICKLY. The others won't be as long, trust me. They're probably going to be 4k-7k in words, not this dreadful 13k pain in the ass)

"Ise!" My "mother" hugged me. I tried my best again to imitate Issei's personality and voice.

"Sorry if I worried you."

"It's okay Issei, just don't go off doing whatever you want again, okay!" She scolded me.

"Well, I hope you learned something from your little trip." My "father" said.

"Uh..."

"Well atleast your fine!"

"Actually, Issei-kun, I have a present I want to give you." Victor said. I turned around, there, was a box next to him. As planned, I'm keeping the MJOLNIR inside the box, but it's still pretty darn heavy.

"Thanks Vic."

"No problem."

"Okay now, go back to your porn." That statement hit me like a freaking arrow. I actually *had* porn magazines? Shit.

"Thank you so much for taking care of my boy." Mother said.

"Any day mam, it was a pleasure." He did a mock bow and left the house. I entered my room. It was slightly dusty; Issei hasn't been here in a week. I placed the MJOLNIR in a corner of the room and opened the box. I took of my clothes and equipped the under suit. It felt great to wear this again. I didn't need to wear under wear because of it, and I liked how it felt. I cleaned up the room a bit, reorganizing the drawers and shelves, accidentally finding his porn stash in the process. I made sure to keep that in a hidden place. I was dead beat. The entire week I was studying and planning, and now since it's over, I could rest.

Wait. There was still something I wanted to do...

I put my MJOLNIR on and grabbed an MA5D ICWS and M6H PDWS and placed them on my magnetic hoisters. I walked down stairs, carefully too, one ton is heavy. I took off my helmet so my "parents" could recognize me.

"I'm going out, I forgot something." I said.

"No."

"But this is important!"

"If it's really that important to you, then your sister can accompany you!"

"...I have a sister?"

Authors Notes:

Following a guideline is easy; making a completely new storyline is easy. Executing something like THIS is hard.

Hello everyone! Thanks for reading this light novel. As you can see, I've implemented some...properties of my other crossover IDGPE or IDGPEFTS, mostly my theories on Dimensional Travel. Yes, John is going to be called Issei for most of the story, until the other (yes they WILL come, spoiler alert) Spartans arrive. Also, I'm going to (spoiler alert) revive some well known Spartans. Kurt-051 (i think that's his tag), Sam (Samuel)-034, All of Noble team (Noble Six is coming first) and adding borderline crossover with a crossover (this with IDGPE).

This was a real pain to write, especially the beginning. The mid section was easier, but I'm not all too good with school life. Yes, John has a favorite toothbrush, YAY. Anyways, I know this chapter had an OOC John and then a more...John-John, I know. I suck at personalities. Anyways, OOC John only occurs when Spartan-117 here has a good day or with the other Spartans and possibly Victor(OOC John is the beginning Master Chief, I have no idea what the other personalities are going to be called). Regular John (Master Chief Mode) would be when he's either formal with the occult research club (that isn't going to last long), fighting, or generally every other time he's not mimicking Issei.

Talking about Issei...I want John to slowly gain Issei's personality along the story, or I could have Issei talking in his head, so you guys will see me type the word "boob" and "oppai" a lot. And I won't be proud of that...ever.

Yes Master Chief WILL eventually join the research club. He's weary of everyone besides Doctor Halsey, superiors and his Spartan brothers so he's going to have a difficult time trusting them.

IMPORTANT:

This story will probably be put on hold until I get into the middle part of IDGPE, which will be coming soon. I may update once and a while, but not as much. Also, in this story, Issei get's killed sooner then in the Canon, hence why Asia isn't even mentioned once in the story. Issei having a sister? I wanted to see that to happen at least once, but alas I had to do it myself. Yeah, it's going to be one of this tsundere sisters I guess...or idk, you tell me her personality! Hell! I'm going to do it, OC TIME!

ACCEPTING ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:

REQUIREMENTS:

-GIVE ME A NAME FOR ISSEI'S SISTER IT'S GOING TO BE HYOUDOU (NAME) or (NAME) HYOUDOU
-MUST BE IN A REVIEW (actually IDGAF)

Application can be whatever you want, if you're too lazy, you can use this:

NAME:
AGE:
HALOVERSE OR DXD-VERSE OR OTHER:
IF HALOVERSE SPARTAN OR REGULAR:
IF SPARTAN: SPARTAN ID:
ARMOR:
IF DXD-VERSE: SACRED GEAR:
IF DXD-VERSE: FACTION:
APPEARENCE:
ALITTLE BIT OF BACKGROUND:

Hell...yeah. I'm going to be accepting as much OCs as I can handle (probably 10+ so that's quite a large view for you right there). Also, I may add an Original Villain to this, give me some ideas on that also. Plus, I just had a hilarious idea, I'm probably giving all OCs (unless you don't want it) a Dragon Sacred Gear, yes, similar to DD and BG, it will add on to your strength or take it away and add to yours. One of them would probably be Addition Gear or Increasing Gear. Subtraction Gear? Square Gear-Square Root Gear. Lol. I'll come up with a list in the next chapter.

Lastly, I know this is has comedy in it. The story, I will *try* to make it mostly comedy, but there will be chapters where it's always dead serious.

Thanks,
Sonicfanx1
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Words: 14k (Microsoft Word, completely beating the chapter 4 of IDGPE)

P.S.
The editing thing will follow the same rules as IDGPE, it'll be listed down below, the edits and the next chapter will announce the edits.

Deleted Joke Scenes:

"...I've survived over a hundred combat encounters-"

"Ehembullshitehem" Kiba faked his cough. I glared at him. First chance I get, I'm killing his bitch ass.

(After the boast)

I activated the Energy Sword and lunged at the bastard. I grabbed him by the neck before he got a chance to react and stabbed him in the chest. I threw him at Rias and out the window. The bastard deserved it.

"That felt so fucking good."

Edit 1: 3/7/2013 (DD/MM/YYYY)

Changed the bit where John tells Rias that he's a Super Soldier. That'll decrease the shock value when I start making John murder people with his bare hands.