Hello, and welcome to another story for High School DxD! This one came around when I considered how many mythological/fictional characters have descendants in the DxD universe, and then I began considering who else could be included. It occurred to me while watching an episode of one of my favourite shows at the moment, Jekyll and Hyde, that I might be able to find a way to include a descendent of Dr Jekyll in the DxD universe.

This, my friends, is the fruit of my labour.

Now let's step into the tale of Youta Jekyll and Kuro Hyde!

Part One: Youta Jekyll's Family Legacy

I

Jekyll

Youta Jekyll was a unique student of Kuoh Academy. He had been attending there just as long as any of the other second-years, but his strange last name made many assume he must be a transferred foreigner. His family was not from Japan, that much was true, but he was born there, as were his father and grandfather. His great-grandfather was a different story, but that story is for another time. The point is that Youta appeared to be normal, but was not. Several of the students at the school knew it too, but the majority had no idea. He appeared to be just another handsome teenager, complete with a flood of fangirls whispering about him wherever he went.

He was tall, but remained hunched due to shyness, making him appear shorter than he was. He was a brunette, though the brown of his hair was so dark that you could be forgiven for thinking it was black. His eyes were a pale blue. He wore the school uniform like a model student, all buttoned up and everything.

He was well known throughout the school for being notoriously friendly. Any student could go up to him and expect a smile and a polite hello. This popularity he had managed to garner was, he thought, probably the only reason he never got the stink-eye from anybody but maybe a few jealous admirers whenever he was seen hanging out with somebody who was considered above his standing in the school.

He was currently walking with one such person.

Akeno Himejima was a beautiful young woman by every account. Her raven black hair, tied in a long ponytail on the back of her head, her enchanting violet eyes, her astoundingly huge breasts...everything about her seemed specifically designed to make her as attractive to the male gender (and maybe even some of the female gender) as possible. Youta was no exception to this. He thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, and he was secretly ecstatic every time she spent any of her valuable time with him.

And she was a Devil. One of the only people in the school who knew a very specific thing about him, which only served to increase the trust between them.

In his two years of attending Kuoh Academy (his third year living in the town of Kuoh itself) he had gained two major things. One: a very close group of friends which seemed to only consist of the Devil population of the school. And two: an army of fangirls from which there was apparently no escape. He found that he much preferred the former to the latter.

Akeno was hugging onto his arm as they left the school grounds. "Ara. You seem a little tired today, Youta-kun," she said in a curious tone. "Have you perhaps been having trouble sleeping?"

"No," Youta said, "but I've been feeling a little sluggish lately. I'm not sure why. Thank you for the concern, though."

"Ara. It's no trouble," she said. A mischievous smirk came across her face. "I couldn't let my lovely kouhai suffer in silence, now could I?"

Youta blushed, which he had been fighting down ever since she had grabbed onto his arm. "Th-thank you," he said again, and they continued walking.

The only thing anyone but the Devils could say about Youta with any degree of accuracy was that he was not very good when it came to social situations. He was pleasant to talk to, and as polite as any young man could hope to be, but he was shy, reserved and soft spoken. He would often stutter and flush if anything even remotely embarrassing was being discussed and he was not likely to use long sentences. He spoke quietly but oddly clearly at the same time. It was the years between the time when he was nine and the time when he was fifteen that caused this; during those years he had very little interaction with anyone but his family, and he was not to share in any details that may have given their 'nature' away to certain individuals.

On reflection he realised that he got along perfectly fine with the Devils, more than fine in fact. They were the only close friends he had. He still became flustered around Akeno, but that was because of her relentless flirting and teasing. Despite the fact that she flustered him so much, Youta found that he liked her more than he did anyone else, bonded with her on a level that he never did with the others. There was something...familiar about her, something that she seemed to relate to in him. He could not for the life of him think of what it could be, but he did not question it. He was merely grateful he had such a good friend.

"Ara. You seem to be thinking deeply about something," Akeno said. She put on a false-innocent smile and hugged his arm tighter. "Is it me by any chance?"

"N-not necessarily," he said in defence, stuttering from her extreme closeness. "I...I could easily be thinking about Magician stuff!"

"Ara. Your defensiveness tells me you're lying, Youta-kun~" she said in a teasing voice. She smiled softly at him. "It's all right. Think about me all you want, Youta-kun. I might even give you something to think about~ Fufufufu~" She laughed as she squeezed his arm tightly between her breasts, seemingly amused by the level of embarrassment she could cause him with such simple actions.

"I-I-I..." Youta could not find words that were appropriate to say, so he stopped trying.

The two of them walked in near enough silence for a while. Contrary to the way he was reacting, Youta actually...enjoyed it when Akeno was like this with him. He could never imagine being brave enough to admit it out loud, but he had feelings for Akeno that ran deeper than friendship. It was something he struggled with, if he was being honest, feeling this way for her when he was sure that all of her flirting was simply friendly teasing. Even if he thought that her flirting was genuine, he did not have the confidence to tell her how he felt, not out loud. About the only thing he had true confidence in at all was his skill at magic. His mother, a skilled Magician, had made sure he knew plenty about that sort of thing.

He remained in Akeno's pleasant company for the rest of the walk, both of them coming to a stop outside of a house that appeared to be much bigger than the others around it.

"Well, here we are," Youta said. He smiled. "Thanks for keeping me company, Akeno-san. I know it must be tiresome to walk with me and then go all the way back for your Devil job."

"Fufufu. It was no trouble," Akeno said with a laugh. "I don't mind. Any excuse to spend more time with you, Youta-kun." At his blush she laughed and leant in, kissing him on the cheek. "See you tomorrow." She waved and then left back in the direction they had come in.

"Yeah...bye..." Youta touched a hand to the cheek she had kissed and blushed heavily. That was definitely new. As flirtatious as Akeno was with him, she had never done something quite so intimate as a kiss on the cheek before. He had to wonder why.

She's just worried about me, he told himself. I look tired, she said so herself. She was just concerned and it came out in an extra affectionate way...

Satisfied with that reasoning, Youta went inside.

"Hey, Okaa-san! Hey, Otou-san!" Youta said happily as he entered the kitchen of his large home. It had a mixture of Japanese and Western elements that made it unique among the houses of Kuoh. But since the Jekylls had a unique last name, none of their neighbours questioned their choices in home design.

"Hi, son, how was school?" Youta's father, Haruki Jekyll, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper, said as Youta sat down. Haruki was clearly where Youta got most of his looks from. The two were basically carbon copies of each other, except for the fact that Haruki had more muscle mass and a small beard, whereas Youta shaved regularly and had a bit of a baby face. Haruki's eyes were different too, being a light shade of brown rather than the blue Youta sported.

"Pretty good," Youta said, sighing as he sat down. "Other than a little embarrassment on the way home, everything's been pretty uneventful, actually."

"That's a good thing," his mother, Manami Jekyll, who was sitting at the table reading a book, said. She was blonde, had the same pale blue eyes as her son, and curves that men, especially her husband, thought were absolutely fantastic. She was waiting for that night's dinner to finish cooking, courtesy of a timed fire spell. "I saw you walking with that Devil out there. They haven't bothered you, have they? Not since the first time?"

Youta sighed. "No, Okaa-san," he said with some annoyance. "They haven't asked me to become one of them since they asked me last year, and I sincerely doubt they're going to push the issue. What's the problem with them, anyway, Okaa-san? I actually quite like them, they've been great friends to me. And let's be honest here, it would've been more surprising if they hadn't asked, wouldn't it?"

"...I suppose," Manami begrudgingly agreed. She turned her head to the fire with the food hovering over it, spinning in the air. "Still needs a few minutes." She turned back to face her son. "I don't mind you spending time with them, but I want you to be careful. From what I've heard, I don't think the Gremorys and the Sitris are like this, but some Devils will do anything to make somebody their servant. You can never be too careful, Youta."

"I know that, Okaa-san, and I'll be careful." He had always been somewhat confused by his mother's attitude towards the Devils. Didn't Magicians make pacts with them all the time? He tried his best to make sense of it, and the conclusions he came up with were always something to do with...them. But they only employed Strays, so it could not possibly be that...could it? He did not know, but he had learned to accept it. It was not like he could change her mind, after all. "Could you leave mine to be reheated? I'm gonna head down to the training room and work on my fire magic."

"Okay, sweetie, it'll be in the fridge," she told him.

"Thanks." He left the room and headed right to the end of the hallway. The house was decorated well, with deep blue carpets and blood red wallpaper that had extravagant patterns on it, giving the house a very rich look. He turned a corner and there was a lift. He pressed the button, waited, got in, pressed another button, and the lift began to descend. This was why his family needed a larger house than normal; practising magic was messy work, after all, and a small house would never hold together with one magic user practicing in there, let alone two. Youta chuckled a little at the mental image of a small house being destroyed due to the practices of the Magician who lived there.

The lift opened when it got to the bottom, and Youta stepped out. The training room looked like a giant dojo, with different kinds of equipment scattered around seemingly randomly, each one designed to aid in the training of a different form of magic. There was also an area filled up with punching bags and other kinds of exercise equipment, but that was mostly for his father. And him, eventually, as soon as a certain family trait began to manifest.

Youta moved to a specific area of the training room, an area that was enchanted to be fireproof, and took a deep breath. He raised a hand open in front of him and began to make all sorts of calculations in his head, and a ball of flame sprung up in his palm. He grinned at the feeling; he loved using magic. The ball of flame grew in his hand, lighting up the area around him in a flickering orange light. The fire rose into the air, looking something like a thin pillar, and then curled around, almost slithering through the air like a snake. The end of it began to shift, forming something like a mouth; said mouth was full of large, sharp, deadly looking fangs. Hotter fire sprang up in certain areas of it, creating the illusion of a face...a dragon face.

He liked this one. It moved as if it were alive, but that was just Youta. He manipulated the fire, made it look like a living creature built from flame, but it was nothing but an illusion created by the right combination of movement and shape. It was meant to unnerve and then burn. He needed to refine it, though. It was simple enough to create the shape, but getting it to move in the way he wanted proved to be a problem. Fire was, by nature, unpredictable and untameable. Even using magic, making fire create specific shapes and movements was no simple task.

But Youta would have been lying if he said he did not love the challenge.

It was going better this time. He had managed to get it moving like a snake. His final goal was to create a full dragon out of fire, complete with wings and artificial fire breath, but that was going to take him a while. He had mental images of it sweeping over a large group of foes, burning all that it passed, and even the ones that it did not go near. Say what you will about Youta Jekyll's shy personality, never let it be said that he was not an ambitious person.

That was when the feeling started.

It was not a particularly bad feeling, though it could not be described as good either. It was a feeling of lightheadedness, something that could be easily compared to vertigo. It was through this feeling that he lost touch with his magic and the creature of fire vanished from the air. Upon noticing this, Youta growled in frustration.

"Bloody fire spells," he said in his growl. Then his eyes widened and any feelings of anger vanished from him. Where the hell did that come from? he thought. Unless...no...not now...it can't be starting now.

This time it was panic that filled him. He took off running, getting into the lift and ascending into the main house. He knew what had just happened, and he knew that it meant it would not be long until a certain something else happened to him, too. The thought of it worried him, and only served to make him speed up. He got out of the lift when it opened and made his way quickly to the kitchen, where his parents were still going about their own activities, though now there was a plate of food in front of them both.

"That was quick," Manami noted as he entered the room. "I suppose that means you've made some progress? Your food's still warm if you..."

"It's started," Youta said, cutting her off. He noticed both of his parents looking at him seriously, immediately knowing what he was talking about. "I was doing my fire dragon thing, and my head felt like it was spinning, and then...and then I just felt so angry." He was frantic, panicking. He was well aware that this was to be expected from members of his family, but the thought of it still terrified him to no end.

"It's all right, son," Haruki said, moving away from the table and placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "It's okay. Remember how I told you it normally starts during the teen years? Just remember: he has morals too, even if they're only the most basic ones. He may do a few questionable things, but he won't cross the line unless you want him to."

"He's right, Youta," Manami said gently, her motherly instincts taking over. "You've seen your otou-san when he's had his regular episodes. Nobody gets hurt, or at least not people who don't deserve it. It always turns out okay. All right?"

"...All right," Youta said, though his voice was still shaking. He believed every word they were saying, and he had seen what happened when his father went through it, but there was doubt nagging at the back of his mind. So many what ifs ran through his head whenever he thought about it. I hope they're right, he thought. God, I hope they're right. I don't think I could handle it if I ended up like my great-great-great-grandfather...I don't want mine to be like that monster...

Youta ate his lunch on the roof the next day. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts, and the roof was a place that no one but he and the Devils ever seemed to go. Whether the rest of the student body were made nervous by the height or if they simply thought it was against the rules, he could not say. All Youta knew was that no one ever came up there, and that was perfect for him at the time. His thoughts mostly consisted of things involving his 'condition,' and the potential problems it may cause in the future. He had always known it was coming, that one day it would surface, but that did not make it any easier to accept. This part of his heritage scared him, terrified him, and he wished that it would just go away...but that was unrealistic. It had been there for six generations of his family, and it was there to stay; there was no getting rid of it. He could only hope that his parents were right, and that there was nothing to worry about.

Otou-san has the same thing, and Okaa-san still married him, he reasoned with himself. All I have to do is trust them. Why wouldn't I? Otou-san's been putting up with it for much longer than me, and he's been able to maintain a happy life, a loving family, all the things a normal person has. I just wish I could stop worrying about this...

"You look like you're really thinking about something," said a familiar voice.

There were two girls there. There was Akeno, though she was not the one who had spoken, and there was her King, the head of the Occult Research Club, Rias Gremory. She had long, flowing crimson hair, and blue-green eyes that seemed to glow like a cluster of sapphires and emeralds in the light of the sun. Her breasts were only slightly smaller than Akeno's. Youta could see she was beautiful, but to him Akeno would always be more so.

"Anything interesting?" asked Rias.

"Very," Youta said. "Nice to see you, Rias-buchou, Akeno-san. Can I help you two with something? Or are you just here to eat?"

"Maybe a little bit of both," Akeno said with her usual friendly smile. "You don't mind if we join you, right, Youta-kun?" Without waiting for an answer, she walked over and sat down next to him, close enough so that their arms were touching each other.

Upon reflection, Youta found that the thought of company was a very appealing one, and so he gave in. "All right, then."

Rias sat down too, and they all began to eat their food. Youta found that he had been so deep in thought that he had not even opened the bento his mother had made him. He did so eagerly, and slowly began to dig into the meal. He loved his mother's cooking, and he was going to savour every single bite.

"Youta," Rias said, causing him to snap his head up in attention. She hesitated a little before continuing. "We are...concerned about you."

"We noticed something strange about you this morning, Youta-kun," Akeno said. Youta met her eyes up close, and they were filled with concern. "Your natural energies, they're...fluctuating, which isn't natural, and shouldn't be happening. Are you...all right?"

"Have you experienced anything strange recently?" Rias asked. "Anything that might explain why this is happening?"

"There's no need to try and figure anything out," Youta said with a sigh. "The 'family problem' is finally starting to manifest itself."

The two girls both looked shocked, and then their shock once again became concern.

"...Are you going to be all right?" Akeno asked. The concern she held for him flattered Youta, but was not enough to distract him from his thoughts. "Knowing what's going to happen...that must be hard for you, right?" She grabbed onto his arm, but it was not meant to tease him like the day before, it was an attempt at comfort.

"...I'm fine," Youta said. He was lying, and he saw that they knew it. His hesitation to speak had given him away.

"Youta," Rias said in a soft voice. "You've become a member of my group in all but title, and as such I feel responsible for your wellbeing just as much as I do for that of my Peerage. Now, I know you're lying. I want to help you, Youta, but I can't if you won't let me."

"You don't need to put on a brave face, Youta-kun," Akeno said softly. She hugged his arm tighter. "We all know about your family condition, and we know that can't be easy on you. We're worried...I'm worried. Are you sure you're okay?"

"...Not entirely," Youta admitted with a sigh. He could not say no to Akeno when she acted like that. "As much as my parents assure me it's going to be all right, I'm just not sure. You've read about the first time this happened, right? You know what that...what that monster did?" The two of them nodded, sympathy clear in their expressions. "I don't want that. If it's like my dad's then I might be able to live with it, but I can't say for sure. If it's like his, though...I'll probably go out the same way he did."

"Don't you dare," Akeno warned him, gripping his arm tight enough to hurt a little.

He looked at her and put on a fake smile. "I haven't actually 'changed' yet, so there's always a bright side, eh?"

"Well, if you ever need help, we'll gladly give it," said Rias. "Just say the word and we'll do what we can."

"The world would be a much darker place without you, Youta-kun," Akeno said, resting her head on his shoulder. "So don't give up just yet, okay?"

"Thanks, you two," he said, with what he thought was his first genuine smile of the day. "And not just for this. Thanks for being such great friends. When we first met and you found out about me, you could have just seen me as a threat, but you helped me settle in and everything. I don't say this as often as I should, but thank you. You guys are the greatest friends I could ask for."

Rias smirked at him. "My only regret is that you refused to become my servant," she said, and then laughed. "But regardless of that, you're always welcome in the Occult Research Club, whether you're one of us or not."

"Ara. You should come visit after school once in a while, Youta-kun," Akeno said. "Work would be much more bearable if you were there to keep me company." She winked at him. "And now..." she raised a pair of chopsticks holding some food in front of him, "...it's time to eat. Fufufufu." She shoved the food into his mouth.

Youta blushed heavily, but over the course of lunchtime began to grow used to having Akeno feed him. The three of them chatted, and it was like the previous conversation never took place. Youta thoroughly enjoyed spending time with the Devils, as it allowed him to discuss his magical practices and new spells he may have been working on. He often found himself wondering if his mother would approve of him making a Magician's pact with one of them. He wanted to ask her about the idea, but was too afraid to due to her apparent hostility towards them after their attempt to recruit him.

I'll ask her about it at some point, he thought as Akeno finished feeding him. Just as soon as I get some more confidence in me...so that might take a while.

They talked until the bell rang to signal the end of lunch, then they went to their respective classes for the afternoon.

It was the end of the school day. Youta gathered up his things and left the classroom, going down the hallways blushing a little due to the loving gazes of the excited fangirls he passed along the way. He wondered, not for the first time, what they saw in him that sent them into such a state. It did not particularly matter when he thought about it, but it was an oddity that he would like an answer to.

He walked down the stairs and to the first floor of the building. He was greeted by a lovely sight. Akeno was there, apparently waiting, and so was Koneko Toujou. She was a first year with snow-white hair and hazel coloured eyes. She was a petite girl, not that Youta or anyone else with a working brain would ever say it to her face, and she was considered quite adorable by most of the school's population. In fact, she had been unofficially named the School Mascot. She wore the uniform differently to the other girls, choosing not to wear the shoulder cape that the rest of the female population of Kuoh seemed to have.

"Hey, Akeno-san, Koneko-chan," Youta said, approaching them. "How are you two?"

"Ara. Hello, Youta-kun," Akeno greeted him with her ever-beautiful smile. "I am perfectly fine, especially after our little lunch date. Fufufu."

"...I'm fine, Youta-senpai, thanks for asking," said Koneko in the deadpan voice she had become well-known for around school. Many people considered her 'emotionless', but that was not the case. "...How was your day, Senpai?"

Youta was still fighting down the blush at Akeno's use of the word 'date' to describe their conversation at lunch. It slightly confused him, actually, because Rias had been there too.

"It's been good, Koneko-chan," he said. He noticed the slightly concerned look her eyes held, and he sighed. "You know too, don't you?"

"...Yes, Senpai," she said. Despite her voice never loosing it's cool tone, she almost seemed ashamed, like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar or something. "...I'm worried for you, Senpai. ...I know you're afraid of it happening. ...I don't want you to change, Youta-senpai...I would be sad if you went away."

Youta smiled at her tenderly, a slightly guilty feeling building in his stomach at the fact that he had been the cause of her worry. "I'll be fine, Koneko-chan," he said. "The change isn't permanent or anything, it comes and goes. And my parents told me that it won't hurt anyone I don't want it to...God, I hope they're right..."

Akeno, much to Youta's surprise and surprise and secret joy, came over and hugged him. This was not a hug like the usual ones, though, the ones meant to tease; no, this was a hug meant for comfort, and Youta appreciated it greatly.

"Don't worry about it, Youta-kun," Akeno said softly, practically whispering it into Youta's ear. "It doesn't matter how this turns out, I'll be here to help you through it. And who knows? It might actually be fun to let out your 'aggressive side' for once. Fufufufu."

Youta blushed heavily. Then he noticed Koneko, who still had a worried look in her eyes. It would appear she was not convinced of his statement of it all being 'fine'.

He smiled and patted Koneko on the head. "Don't worry about it, Koneko-chan," he said. "There's no way I'd ever let the 'other guy' hurt you...or anyone else for that matter. So don't worry your cute head about it."

He never got flustered around Koneko. He quite often wondered why, and the only conclusion he could come to was that he could not bring himself to act shy and weak in front of his kouhai. Even taking that away, Koneko was too lovable for his shyness to take over when he was talking to her. Another theory of his was that her emotionless tone, which most took to be unsettling, actually snapped him out of his shyness just because it was something a little different from everyone else. Whatever it was, he had no problem talking to Koneko.

"...Okay, Senpai," Koneko said. "...I'll trust your judgement."

"Great," Youta said. "Now, I've got to go home, and I assume you two have work to do for the Occult Research Club. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He turned with a fond wave and left the school grounds.

Youta was halfway home when it happened. He was walking past the local park, slightly curious as to why nobody was around, but mostly thinking about the awakening of his family's condition and the implications it may have on his life at the moment. There was also another thought running through his head, this one more hormone-driven than logic-driven, about Akeno. Youta had never allowed his hormones or his lust to control him, but with the way Akeno acted his sexual desire was slowly growing with each passing day. It was driving him a little insane.

But that's good, he thought to himself as he walked. It means my mind is being taken off my...little problem.

Despite the positive implications of the thoughts running through his head, Youta had to blush at some of the images that came to mind. He didn't even think he should be having thoughts like this; Akeno was his friend, his best friend, and having sexually charged thoughts about her felt wrong, like he was breaking some kind of rule...and that kind of aroused him. He didn't know why, but it did. In the midst of all the things running through Youta's mind, however, there was still a tiny part of him that thought the Devils were only being his friends in order to keep an eye on him. Alarm bells had sounded in their heads when he and his family had first moved to town...what if they were still ringing a little?

"What's different about you?" said a mature, feminine voice. In front of Youta, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, was a buxom young woman with navy blue hair. Her attire consisted of what appeared to be a rather form-fitting trenchcoat with a wide collar and a matching miniskirt. "I can feel something inside you...it's not a Sacred Gear...what is it?" She appeared to be talking to herself more than she was talking to him.

"Can I...help you?" Youta asked cautiously. She had mentioned Sacred Gears, so she was clearly a part of the supernatural world. She was not one of the Devils he knew of. There were people who knew of his family's reputation, and there were a few of them who had less than friendly intentions towards them. Best to be cautious, he thought to himself.

She looked at him and smiled. It was a sadistic smile, and it made him feel nervous.

"We've wasted enough time observing you," she said. "We can't discern what's different about you, so we must just assume you are a threat to us. And with that in mind..." She raised her hand and light began to gather in it, forming some kind of spear out of light. A pair of black feathered wings sprouted from her back. "...I'm afraid you must die."

"Oh," Youta said. His tone did not change. "Well then, I'm afraid we have an issue."

She threw a Spear of Light at him, but he gracefully jumped to the side and dodged it. A ball of fire formed in his hand, which he then threw at her. She took to the sky and the ball exploded on the ground, leaving a large area of scorch marks.

"Hm," said the woman. "It appears this may be more problematic than I thought."

"It'll take more than a few spears to put me down, Fallen Angel," Youta said. "If you leave now I'll forget about this. If not, well...even I have a limit to how forgiving I can be."

He did not let it show, but he felt like a badass as he said this.

The Fallen Angel laughed. "You think a silly little human can threaten me? I'll destroy you!"

She hurled several more Spears of Light at him, only for all of them to be destroyed by lightning raining down from the sky. Youta stood there, his hand outstretched, a serious look on his face.

"Okay," he said. "Just remember: I gave you a chance to leave."

Lightning came down all around the Fallen Angel. She flew around, dodging all of it, then she threw some more Spears of Light at Youta, which were all either dodged or destroyed. Youta held a hand out in front of himself, doing equations in his head, and the air in front of him began to condense into water. Said water then went flying at the Fallen Angel in whips, some hitting and leaving nasty red marks, some being dodged.

"You're not a bad magic user, I'll give you that," the Fallen Angel said. She gestured down at herself. "You managed to break my clothes open." Her coat had, in fact, been torn open at the front to the point where her bountiful breasts were now on display.

Youta blushed in embarrassment despite himself. She had really nice boobs.

The Fallen Angel blinked at him in confusion, then burst out laughing at him. "Oh my God, you've never seen any before, have you!?" Her laughter died down a little. "Wow, I almost feel bad for having to kill you. Almost."

She hurled another Spear of Light, this one too quickly for Youta to notice in time. He managed to dodge in time...well, almost. It embedded itself in his arm as he was moving.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" Youta screamed in pain. But he barely felt it. He felt angry, more angry than he had ever been in his life, and he felt light-headed, sick. He felt something...happening to him.

Hyde

The Fallen Angel looked very confused. Youta had fallen to the floor. He was writhing, cringing in pain. Spears of Light never had this sort of effect on humans...so what the hell was going on?

Youta continued to yell out, but it was no longer in pain. These were screams of pure and utter rage. There were snaps and cracks coming from his writhing body as it twitched...then stopped. Youta was completely silent...and then he started to stand. The Fallen Angel flew backwards a little as Youta made eye contact with her. His eyes, previously a pale blue, were now pitch black and full of hatred. He was a few inches taller from the look of it. There was a grin on his face that would be out of place on anyone, but none more than on the face of Youta Jekyll.

That is because this was not Youta Jekyll.

"Lovely evening, isn't it?" 'Youta' said. His voice was rougher than it was, sounding hoarse but much louder and more confident. He looked down at the wound in his arm from where the Spear of Light had hit. "Oh, that's annoying. Your aim is shit, by the way." To the Fallen Angel's shock, the wound healed up in a few seconds, leaving nought but a torn shirt and some dried blood in evidence. "Ah, that's better."

"What are you?" the Fallen Angel asked. There was a shake in her voice.

"Oh, how rude of me," 'Youta' said. He bowed sarcastically. "You can just call me Hyde for now. I haven't thought of a first name yet. Would you like a dance, my lovely lady? Do you wanna come on back to my place and do the horizontal tango?" He laughed loudly, sadistically. "Oh, there are so many things I would love to do to you! But judging from the state I woke up in, you're not exactly the friendly type...no matter. You don't need to be cooperative for some of the things I have planned." He laughed again. "I'm just joking! I'm gonna kill you!"

The Fallen Angel had apparently heard enough. She formed another Spear of Light and threw it at Hyde...who caught it and held it up to his face as if to inspect it.

"Hm," he hummed. "Fine craftsmanship...but weak. This is pathetic. Did you really just try to kill me with this embarrassing piece of shit? That...that is an insult I will not tolerate!"

He hurled the Spear of Light back at its wielder, who flew downwards to avoid it. But Hyde was right there to intercept, having moved much faster than any human would have found possible, and he grabbed the Fallen Angel by the throat, forcing her to the floor and squeezing with one hand. She began to struggle, but Hyde kept his grip; she gave up when she realised it was pointless, a resigned look appearing in her eyes.

"Now that didn't take long, did it?" Hyde said with a malicious grin. He kept one hand on the Fallen Angel's throat, and with the other he grabbed one of her large breasts. "Hm, not bad. If it weren't for the fact that you just tried to kill me, I might be tempted to get a little frisky with you. Unfortunately rape isn't really something I'm all that into, call me a bit of a pussy, so I'll just settle for copping a few feels before you die." He chuckled and, keeping one hand firmly gripped on the Fallen Angel's throat, he ran his hand up and down her body, feeling as much of her as he could before he decided he'd had enough.

When that happened he was going to squeeze her neck until it snapped.

That moment arrived after only a few seconds, and he brought his hand up so that both of them were gripping her throat. Surprisingly, she was shaking and whimpering nervously. It made Hyde grin. He began to squeeze hard, immediately taking what little air the Fallen Angel had left out of her. She started to struggle, not that it was any use, bringing her hands up and trying to knock his away. Hyde grinned and squeezed harder. Her face was starting to turn as blue as her hair...

...And then a bright light caught Hyde's eye, startling him into letting the Fallen Angel go and leaping to his feet. Disbelieving of her luck, she took the chance (after a few deep breaths, of course) and spread her wings, flying away into the night sky. Hyde growled as he saw her fly off out of the corner of his eyes.

For fuck's sake...he thought. He looked over at the light, which he now saw was a magic circle. This had better be fucking good.

Out of the magic circle stepped Rias, Akeno, Koneko, and the final member of this particular group of Devils, Yuuto Kiba, a handsome young man with blonde hair and steel-grey eyes. The four of them looked around before their eyes settled on Hyde, who stood and glared at them, a scowl on his face.

"...Youta?" Rias asked upon seeing Hyde standing there.

Hyde grinned. "I'm afraid not," he said. "Youta's gone to sleep for a while, but if you wait a little while I'm sure he'll get back to you. You lot just robbed me of a kill, you know. If Youta didn't like you fuckers so much I'd probably kill you as compensation. Still, I suppose I should introduce myself to avoid confusion." He took an exaggerated bow. "The name's Hyde..."

He thought about it. The last name was always the same, but a first name was difficult to pick. After a few moments of consideration, he grinned and spoke again.

"Hyde Kuro," he introduced himself. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

All of the Devils looked concerned and nervous at this new development. Akeno and Koneko looked the most worried of all.

And so the newest tale of Jekyll and Hyde began.

How was that? Not exactly my best work, but I think it'll improve as I get into the swing of things. Hyde works pretty much the same way as he does in the original story and most of the media surrounding him: very violent and very perverted. I know that scene at the end was a little dark, but he will only be like that with his enemies. He's sadistic, not evil.

Please note that Youta Jekyll and Kuro Hyde will be getting separate harems. This is because, due to technically being separate people, the girls who fall for Youta will not necessarily feel the same about Kuro, and vice versa. Now, I have two for Youta and two for Issei, but only one for Kuro, so if you could send in some suggestions I would most appreciate it. I want to keep them on fairly equal grounds, if you don't mind.

Youta: Akeno, Koneko

Kuro: Kuroka

Issei: Rias, Irina

That's what I've got so far. Feel free to leave suggestions if you want.