Beautiful.

That was all I could think of as I was captivated by the girl standing protectively in front of me, saving me from what I percieved as certain death.

Long blonde hair flowing freely down her backside, dressed in a pure white battle dress with silver armour adourned around her. A banner clutched in her right hand and a sword in her left.

A stinging sensation took root in the back of my head. The stinging became more painful as I continued to stare at my unknown savior.

...I know this girl.

Life.0

My name is Fujimura Ritsuka. I'm a second year high school student at Kuoh Academy.

I live alone, my mother was killed and my father passed away from the grief of losing his wife. Fortunately my family was pretty well off and I was able to live off the amount of money my parents had. Now I tend to work part time jobs so I can rely more on myself.

If I were to name a hobby, it would probably be Kendo. I was in the Kendo Club for my first year, but soon found that I wasn't able to learn anything new so I quit in my second year, focusing more on self training.

Today went like any other day. I got up out of bed at around 5 in the morning for some morning excersices before taking a quick shower. After getting changed and eating breakfast, I went to school.

I don't have many friends, but I do occasionally hang around Kiba Yuuto. It seems that outside of his club mates, he doesn't have any friendships. The girls always fawn over him while the guys seem to dislike him for the fact that he is stealing the girls attention.

Today I stayed alone, watching the perverted trio get their ass beat by the Kendo club for peeping. I swear those guys have to be masochists or something.

"Hey, Ritsuka-Kun!"

I blinked and put down my food upon hearing a familiar voice call out to me.

Looking to the side, I saw none other them Murayama and Katase coming my way.

"Ah, good afternoon you two. What can I do for you? I saw that you caught the trio peeping again."

"Hmph. Those perverts thought they could try and peep on us again! They're the worst!" Katase growled.

"Anyway, enough about them. Are you sure you don't want to come back to the Kendo club?" Murayama asked.

There it is.

The Kendo club has been continuously asking me to rejoin.

"Sorry girls, but I don't think so. I can come by and help you out every now and then, but I won't join it again."

Both girls deflated at hearing that but nodded their heads.

The three of us continued to talk for a while before Katase points at my right hand.

"Are you okay? That looks like a pretty nasty bruise."

I frowned before looking at where she pointed. Sure enough, there is some kind of mark on the back of my right hand.

"I probably hit something in my sleep."

"Geez, you need to be more careful, Ritsuka-Kun." Murayama scolded. "What if you hit your head in your sleep!"

I sweatdropped slightly, an odd sense of deja vu overtaking me as Murayama is replaced with a girl that has lavender colored hair that falls over her right eye.

Shaking my head, I let out a chuckle as I shrug off their worries.

Fate/DxD

SWISH

The bokken in my hand cuts through the air with practiced movement.

I don't know why, but weapons in general just feel...right when they are in my hands. However, swords feel most at home in my grip.

It didn't take long to discover that I was a prodigy when it came to weapons. I was trained by a swordsman when I was around 12 years old, he taught me for around three years before leaving.

His name was Jin Takashi, an old man that so happened to see me do a few practice swings with a wooden sword and offered to train me.

Naturally I refused at first. Who the hell would just accept an invitation like that by some random old man!?

However, after getting to know the man, I accepted. I soaked in everything he taught like a sponge.

Jin-Sensei practices a particularly difficult sword style called Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu. It takes a long time to be even able to learn the basics due to the fact that you need a large amount of base strength first.

The first year of training was almost all conditioning, by the second year it was conditioning with some of the basics, and by the third year I was able to learn the intermediate techniques.

After the third year, Jin-Sensei had nothing left to teach me and told me that it was up to me how strong I would get.

"Fuuu..."

Letting out a breath, I put away the bokken and wiped off the sweat from my torso and face before putting on a loose black kimono.

My family owned a traditional japanese mansion (think the Emiya Household) that I've lived in since I was born. It's a bit large for one person, but I got used to it pretty quickly.

Leaving the dojo, I make my way to the kitchen to cook up some dinner.

"Shit...I forgot to go to the store..."

Releasing a sigh, I change into a white shirt with black jeans and black sneakers before heading out the door.

Fate/DxD

"Come again!"

I bowed to the clerk before exiting the store, my hands filled with the groceries I need for the week.

ha...

There isn't any purpose in my life, it seems. I don't really have any dreams to pursue. No goals other then finish High School, and then get a proper education.

Geez, even Hyoudou Issei has a dream, even if it is getting a harem!

...maybe I should become a pervert?

No no! I don't want to get beaten up by the kendo girls!

CHILLS

Suddenly every hair on my body stood on end as a mysterious atmosphere sprung up around me.

DODGE!

Trusting my instincts, I dived to the side, my groceries spilling on the concrete floor.

"What the hell!?"

Some kind of spear of light stabbed into the ground where I was before!

"Oh? It seems you have decent instincts. Impressive for a human, too bad I have to kill you."

A seductive voice spoke from the direction the spear came from.

Walking towards me is a woman in rather tight clothing that stops at her thighs and leaves the front open so you can see her cleavage. She has long dark blue hair and a small smirk on her face.

"W-who are you?"

Calm down.

Calm down me.

Take a deep breath.

Keep you gaze focused on her.

Don't turn your back to her and try to run.

Adrenaline started to pump through my body as I stared at the woman.

"Me? I suppose it matters little. My name is Kalawarner, your soon to be executioner, fufufu."

Oi, don't say that with a seductive tone!

My mind is racing, trying to find a way to escape before I see two more light spears head straight at me.

"Woah!"

I dodged both of them, but was grazed by a third that followed after.

FLAP

A pair of black feathered wings sprung out of Kalawarners back as she went up into the air.

W-what the fuck!?

Is it some kind of cosplay? Is this a nightmare? If it is, this would be a good time to wake up!

"Die!"

I stared as six light spears hovered around the woman, dashing any hope of survival.

The light spears were sent at me, my body acting on instinct once more. I managed to dodge the first two before spinning around and grabbing one, using it to bat away the incoming ones.

STAB

"Gaugh!"

A burning pain came from my left side as warm blood spilled from my mouth.

I shakingly look down to see a light spear sticking out of my side. The spear in my hand dissapeared as I collapsed onto my back.

"It was a good try, boya, but there was no way a puny human could survive. If you wish to blame someone, then blame god for giving you a sacred gear."

Is this...really how I'm going to die? To a woman I don't know? Due to a circumstance I don't understand?

...no.

No.

NO!

I refuse to die like this!

"Farewell, boy."

I try to crawl away from Kalawarner, who's pulling her hand back to throw another spear.

Someone...

Someone please help me!

FLASH

The back of my right hand burned, but the sensation was ignored in favor of staring at the bright light in front of me.

CLANG

The light spear clattered to the ground as a figure stands in front of me.

Beautiful.

That was all I could think of as I was captivated by the girl standing protectively in front of me, saving me from what I percieved as certain death.

Long blonde hair flowing freely down her backside, dressed in a pure white battle dress with silver armour adourned around her. A banner clutched in her right hand and a sword in her left.

A stinging sensation took root in the back of my head. The stinging became more painful as I continued to stare at my unknown savior.

...I know this girl.

SQQQZZZZZZZ

I know who she is...

"In the name of the lord, you shall not lay a finger on master!"

SQQQQQQQQQZZZZZZZZZ

My head feels like its going to burst, blood leaks from my nose and mouth as I try to remember who this is.

"W-who are you!? Get away!"

Kalawarner sounds fearful as she fails to run away.

Blood pools beneath me as the girl stabbed the Kalawarner through the chest.

SSSSSSQQQQQQQZZZZZZZZZZZ

"...er! Master!"

The girl gripped my hand tightly, tears streaming down her face. I stared into her beautiful amethyst eyes, a name coming to the forefront of my mind.

"...Jeanne..."

Then everything went black...

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Diclaimer: I do not own the Fate or DxD series!

This is an idea that's been floating around in my head that I decided to write. I hope you enjoy!