So, I've had this monstrosity burning in my head for long, long time! And now it's here for everyone's flaming pleasure!

Infinite Stratos crossing over with Devil May Cry, the only thing more outlandish would be an Infinite Stratos crossover with Bloodborne…

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Yeah, I fooled no one with that, did I? Yes, I'm going to make an Infinite Stratos x Bloodborne fanfiction sometime soon. But right now I wanted to stray away from eldritch abominations.

Also this is the first time the I've made an "Opening" for my fanfiction before. It's at the end for your reading pleasure, than and an Omake too!

GET SET TO GET DECKED MOTHERFUCKERS, YEAH!

This party's getting crazy! Let's Rock!

Mission One: Reunion

Dawn graced Tokyo as the sun began to rise.

A particular woman of caucasian descent walked through the bustling crowds of the red-light district with a nostalgic smile on her face.

She had black hair framing both sides of her face, reaching her collarbone, with a fringe that reaches her eyebrows. Many scars could be seen across her body, most eye catching was the one across her nose. She had heterochromia, her left eye was red while her right eye was bluish-green. She wore a white, striped jacket with what seemed to be a harness underneath with no shirt revealing ample cleavage. Along with a pair of white shorts, red gloves, and brown knee high boots.

How long had it been since she payed a visit to Japan? She pondered. Too long apparently if she hadn't visited him in so long. It had been at least two years since they had talked face to face.

Her smile grew wider as she found what she was looking for.

A service shop. But not just any service shop. This one was a large standalone building with an arched roof over the porch and double doors. Above the porch was a red neon sign that read "Devil May Cry" in cursive with the silhouette of a man pointing an oversized revolver to the left while holding an odd looking sword behind him. The sword extended behind his back and through the word "May".

The woman shook her head in disbelief. "The crazy kid actually set up shop in Japan."

She opened the double doors and walked into the shop.

The inside of the shop was a large one square-shaped room resembling a studio, with wooden floors and plaster walls with wooden panels. Looking from the entrance, there's a simple set of stairs to the left, leading to a narrow landing. Underneath the landing was an entertainment center, a large white fridge with a few couches, large speakers, and a 70 inch plasma wide screen T.V...with Netflix. A pool table was set up next to the entertainment center. In the front is a large antique desk with a padded wooden chair.

Other than that, the shop itself was rather spartan.

"Ichika's got a nice place, am I right?" asked a sensual british voice from behind the desk.

The woman's eyes dully looked at the person sitting in the chair, their feet resting lying across the desk.

The person was another woman obviously. She wore some weird skintight black bodysuit that left little to the imagination about her curvy figure. Her face was that of a stereotypical sexy gothic chick. Library glasses and long black hair that went down to her waist framed an attractive face. She had a mole that somehow worked in her favor on the bottom of her left cheek, near her lips. On her feet she wore a pair of rather badass six inch heels that looked like they could be lethal if someone dared to temper the lady. Gold jewelry and a red ribbon occasionally broke up the overwhelming black of her outfit. Her gray eyes looked as if they had seen more than she would be willing to say.

This was Bayonetta, an Umbra Witch.

"Bayonetta," the heterochromic woman asked the black haired beauty relaxing at the desk. "What are you doing here?"

Bayonetta smirked. "I could ask the same of you, Lady."

The woman, now addressed as Lady, gave Bayonetta a dull stare.

Bayonetta deadpanned. "Are you still mad about the whole 'Pocky Game' thing?"

Lady's eye twitched. "What do you think?"

"Come on, it was only the one time."

"You frenched me right in front of everyone!"

"I thought we both agreed to blame it on Tabane!? Besides, you liked it and you know it!"

Lady's face turned red; half embarrassment, half anger. She took a deep breath and sighed.

"I'm here to check up on Ichika." Lady said.

"Ah, so you saw it on the news too?" Bayonetta inquired.

"Who could have missed it, everyone's talking about it after all. The first male to ever be able to use IS." Lady rolled her eyes.

"What I want to know is why that contraption Tabane made could only be used by women."

Lady shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. It does make fighting demons a good bit easier though. These kids they make pilot the things would die in seconds if they encountered a demon. Don't you Umbra Witches have something similar to IS?"

Bayonetta nodded. "Umbran Armor; those magic mecha are vastly superior to IS. When I showed Tabane one she was completely giddy. The woman dragged Ichika along so they could re-engineer one."

"Did they succeed?"

Bayonetta pulled out a martini out of nowhere and took a sip. "...Yep."

"Speaking of Ichika, where is he?"

"He's at his place getting some sleep, the government is forcing him to attend the IS Academy starting tomorrow. He called me in to look after his branch of the Devil May Cry while he's away. It's the least I could do for my favorite student."

"Really, they forced him to go to that estrogen factory? He must have been pissed."

Bayonetta snorted. "Pissed? He was absolutely livid. Rodin and Nero had to hold him down so he didn't kill anyone in his rage."

Lady winced. "It took Rodin and Nero to hold him down. Christ, it must have been one hell of a melt down."

The two women chuckled for a bit before a comfortable silence took over.

"I remember when the kid first started his training with Dante." Lady said with a small smile. "He barely knew left from right, much less how to fire a gun or swing a sword. Don't even get me started on his first time actually fighting a demon."

Bayonetta raised an amused eyebrow. "We are talking about the same Ichika here, right?"

"He only got that good because Dante trained his ass into the ground for three years straight."

"Must have been harsh."

"Harsh is putting it lightly, Dante felt completely responsible for what happened to Ichika. He wanted to make sure it would never happen again."

Bayonetta gained a curious look on her face. "You know, I was never told what happened to Ichika five years ago."

Lady looked rather surprised. "You mean Ichika never told you how he meet Dante?"

Bayonetta shook her head. "He always avoided the subject. Even more so now that Dante's...gone."

Lady sighed and stared at the floor sadly. "It's been over two years since he got trapped in Hell." she shook her head. "Never mind. You see Dante and Ichika meet five years ago..."

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A young man sighed heavily as he stood outside Class 1-1 of the IS Academy.

"I just had to oversleep didn't I?" he asked himself rhetorically.

He was at the very least ten minutes late for his first day at the academy. Even if he really didn't want to be here, he at least wanted to make a good impression. After all, first impressions always count.

He looked at his white uniform in disgust. "Couldn't they have given me something in black?"

The young man knocked on the door to Class 1-1.

"Who is it?" asked a feminine, but intimidating voice from the other side of the door.

"It's me," The young man said. "Sorry for being late."

He heard a deep sigh on other side. "Just get in here and introduce yourself."

"No turning back now. Let's rock baby!" The young man thought to himself as he opened the door and walked in.

His appearance was met with loud gasp of shock and disbelief.

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Chifuyu Orimura, was the former holder of the title Brunhilde and probably one of the strongest, if not the strongest IS pilot. Her poker face showed none of the mixed emotions raging in her chest. Mostly annoyance and anxiousness. Annoyance because of her constantly fangirling students, and a certain tardy male IS pilot. Anxiousness because of said tardy male IS pilot.

She stood before Class 1-1 and sighed.

Chifuyu was a drop dead gorgeous woman. She was tall, slender, yet she had an hourglass figure with impressive bust. She could honestly pass as a model, but she didn't. It just wasn't her thing. She wore a black business overcoat and matching skirt, with a white button up shirt, green neck tie, stockings and high heeled shoes.

Surprisingly, she was single and had never been in a relationship before. She didn't really have much interest in romance. How could she when she was too busy taking care of her "useless brother," or so she claimed.

A knock on the class door got her attention.

"Who is it?" she asked in her normal serious voice.

"It's me," The voice of a young male said. "Sorry for being late."

"Well, at least he's here." Chifuyu sighed. "Just get in here and introduce yourself."

The door opened. Her professional mask broke the moment she saw him, her eyes widened in horror and her mouth was agape. Shock and dread filled her heart as she saw the condition he was in as he walked uncaringly into the room, not even acknowledging her presence.

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"That went about as well as I thought it would have." the young man thought irritably as he faced what was now his class.

A particular memory flashed through his mind as he stared at the other students.

Flashback

Pain. That was all he could feel or think right now. The cold pouring rain only added to it.

He couldn't see out of his right eye anymore. It had been slashed out by a large jagged blade.

He couldn't feel his right arm. It was sliced clean off, all that remained was a stump that was only half of his humerus.

His torso was consumed with burning pain. A long deep gash that almost split his body in two, it started from the left side of his face all the way to his right hip.

The boy didn't understand why this had to happen. He didn't want any trouble, he never wanted trouble.

Did this happen because he was weak. Was that why his big sister abandoned him without a word? She didn't tell him where she was going, didn't even say goodbye, she just left.

Was he so weak and useless that he wasn't even worth saying goodbye to?

Was it because of that he was attacked by monsters?

It was the only explanation he could come up with. Why else would she leave him?

His vision started to fade to black as the blood lose started to take its toll on him.

"Kid!" he heard a masculine voice shout, taking some of the blackness out of his vision.

"Kid, can you hear me!?" he heard someone shout at him again.

Then the boy saw him. His vision was blurry, but he could make out some things about the man.

Snow white hair, blue eyes, and a red coat.

Strange, he'd never seen someone as odd looking as him before.

He saw the man pull out a phone. "Nero, it's me, get over here now, we've got a kid injured! He's still alive, but he's bleeding out fast!"

The man grabbed his hand. "Come on, Kid, nod if you can hear me!"

The boy did as told. He nodded.

"Thank god, I thought lost you there." the man said in relief. "The name's Dante, you're going to make it out of this alive you hear me!"

"...Dante." the boy repeated weakly.

The name sounded foreign to him.

"You got a name, Kid?" Dante asked.

"My...name...is."

Flashback End

The young man walked into the classroom and faced the students. He was six feet tall, had black shoulder-length hair that went past his eyes with a white streak on one of his forelocks. He had an eye patch covering his right eye, and a vertical scar across the same eye. The other eye was a piercing blood red, and showed deep annoyance. There was another scar on the left side of his face that seemed to go past his neck and further below. His right arm was wrapped up in bandages and in a purple sling. He wore a male version of the IS Academy uniform and a pair of headphones around his neck.

The young man generated an aura of annoyance around him at the sight of his sister and the class, ignoring Chifuyu's and the students state of shock at the mere sight of him.

"My name is Ichika Orimura. Any questions?"

Mission End.

Opening: Devil May Cry The Animated Series OST - d.m.c

Movie film starts rolling, showing images of Ichika's japanese branch of the Devil May Cry

The film shows a close up of Ichika banishing a large two barrel black revolver.

Ichika's sword is shown as the camera slowly zooms out.

The scene cuts to Ichika falling from a large cliff without an IS towards an army of angels with Bayonetta and Nero beside him. The three point their guns at the angels and begin firing with grins on their faces. The scene fades to black.

Bayonetta and Jeanne stood back to back, looking at the viewer. Their demon summons on their respective sides.

Dante, Vergil, and Nero stood by each other. An apparition of their Devil Triggers shown behind them.

Houki, Cecilia, Lingyin, Charlotte, Laura are shown together wearing their respective IS.

Ichika fights Madoka while the two are in their respective IS. The two had twisted grins on their faces as they pointed their guns to the sides of each other's heads. A split screen showed the two pulling their triggers. The screen flashes white.

The scene cuts to Ichika walking solemnly down the street with his hand in his pocket, it was raining. Time seemed to slow down as he passes Dante in his Devil May Cry 2 outfit. Ichika passed the bar The Gates of Hell where Rodin and Enzo were watching him pass by.

Ichika stands on top of a large pile of demon corpses as rain fell from the sky. Houki, Cecilia, Lingyin, Charlotte, Laura, and Chifuyu watched from the top of a nearby building. All of the girls had a look a of shock on their face while Chifuyu's hair shadowed her eyes, she grit her teeth in anger.

The scene cut to Ichika in his shop, sitting down while Tabane, Patty, and Jeanne were arguing over changes in a blueprint involving an IS and an Umbran Armour. Ichika rolled his eyes as he began reading a book.

The scene cut back to Ichika walking down the street. The rain had turned to blood. Time slowed down as he past Vergil.

Trish and Lady were seen slaughtering demons in very stylish way while the city they were in was burning to the ground.

Ichika walked down the streets of a burning city towards a massive horde of angels and demons holding his sword over his shoulder. He ripped off his eyepatch with his bandaged wrapped right arm as a red aura covered his body. The sight of his right eye was blocked due to the shear amount of power leaking from it. The bandages on his right arm undid themselves. Showing the clawed, glowing, mutated arm beneath. Ichika smirked darkly as he walked, his black jacket flowing in the wind, he did the same pose as the silhouette in his Devil May Cry logo.

The music ends as the camera cuts to Ichika's Devil May Cry in Tokyo.

Opening End.

This was my first opening guys, what do you all think!

If it's bad, give it to me straight, I don't like it when people try and sugar coat things.

Other than that, here's an Omake for all ya'll!

Omake: Zelretch Forces The Canon Cast to Watch.

Ichika, Houki, Cecilia, Lingyin, Charlotte, Laura, Madoka, and Chifuyu had slack jawed expressions on their faces as the opening of the show the mysterious old man forced them to watch ended.

"I-Is that supposed to be me!?" Ichika pointed to the flat, 2D motherfucker on the screen that bore an edgy resemblance to him.

"Yes!" Zelretch said. "He looks a hundred times more interesting than your oblivious ass!"

"Hey!" Ichika and the girls shouted.

Chifuyu just looked to the side, neither agreeing nor denying Zelretch's statement. Madoka nodded and agreed with Zelretch, her twin was oblivious and dumb as fuck.

Houki stepped forwards. "So let me get this straight. You ripped us from our dimension into this one you created all for the sake of us watching an alternate parallel version of ourselves in the form an anime?"

"Correction, I wanted you to know what you could be instead of the lame ass mother fuckers you are.." Zelretch stated.

"We're lame? You're the one who has infinite power and spends his time making other people watch otaku stuff!" Rin shouted.

"I am a 400 year old vampire," Zelretch deadpanned, "I've tried everything. This includes anal."

"Have you tried to do weed in a T-Rex costume?" Chifuyu asked, saying the most ridiculous thing she could think of.

"Bitch, please. I did that in space and when I got bored with weed, I switched to doritos. This was last week by the way." Zelretch then looked at YOU Mr./Ms./Mrs. Reader and says "I would tell you not to do drugs, but I'm a vampire, not a cop."

"Who are you talking to?" Ichika asked.

"People that are lamer than you fucks." Zelretch said. "Yes this includes the author...especially the author. Also, UPDATE ELDRITCH GAMER GOD DAMMIT!"

All of a sudden a voice booms from no particular point of origin "I already did, blind mother fucker. Did you even check your email?"

"Oh… understandable, have a great day!" Zelretch scanned the room for a reaction but finds none.

He says, "Really? None of you?"

"What?" Ichika asked.

"None of you get that meme?"

"I get it." I said.

"What's a meme?" all of the canon cast asked.

Zelretch made a noise that is best textualized a 'DEAUGH' "You don't know what a meme is!?" the vampire shouted.

"Again, what's a meme." they all asked.

"Do it, Zelretch." I commanded.

"You don't have to tell me twice!" Zelretch's hands started glowing with magic and a comically large sword appeared with the side labeled "Thot-slayer".

"Behold, the almighty THOT-SLAYER!"

"What's a thot?" before being silenced by Rin.

She whispered in his ear, "He's clearly serious; quit making things worse for us you baka!"

"It's what you are, you stupid thot!" Zelretch continued.

Zelretch lept forward while yelling "BEGONE, THOTS!" and killed all of them.

He then started watching Infinite MENT on the flat screen.

*Roll credits*

Omake End