Prologue: Start of a new day

The sound of a rooster alarm rang through his room from his phone. Picking up his phone from his nightstand, he dismissed the alarm. Yawning, stretching his muscles, and putting on his glasses was a young man who looked very out-of-place in a country like this. He stood 5'6 with brown hair and green eyes, had a slim figure with slender arms and muscular legs. Most notable is the amount of body hair he has on his arms, legs, and his, for lack of a better term, monkey butt. His facial features looked American but he also looked slightly older than his actual age of 16, which was due to his curly beard that covered his chin, his mustache, and a small amount of hair on his lower lip. His name is George Anderson. How did he end up here you ask in the Land of the Rising Sun? After his parents passed away 8 years ago back in the United States in a car crash, he was sent to a Church home, despite him not being very religious. However, he did make a friend with a young blond girl who was training to be a nun. He got to know this girl really well, he even won her a stuffed doll from a crane game after several minutes of frustration.

Sadly, the Church decided George was making the blond girl 'impure' due to her wanting to be a nun, so they sent him away. Both children cried of course, and he only made it worse by lashing out and kicking the head nun between the legs.

A few years later, George ran away from his foster home due to being physically and verbally bullied for his mental condition of Asperger's and his passion for extinct animals. Being very territorial, he acted out of self-defense and was punished when he went too far and bit a kid on the arm out of desperation. He had enough and escaped with the possession of a big encyclopedia on prehistoric animals and spare clothes, opting to live life on his own... his own way. Of course, he was only 13 at the time, so getting a job in America was easier said than done and he had gone several days without food or shelter. Hearing that the legal age in another part of the world was 13, George made a plan to go there. He'd sneak into a plane (which was EXTREMELY hard due to all the coprolite that happened after 9/11) and make his way there. He didn't care where he went, anything to get off this rock

While he was able to end up in Japan, but it wasn't exactly what he dreamed of. Many there weren't exactly kind to foreigners. People tried to take advantage of him, thinking he didn't know the laws and this made him defend himself a lot using a pair of pocket knives he stole during his time in the USA. Luckily for George, his father worked as a Customs trader back in LA so he knew about eastern customs, as well as some of the language, but only basic and fumbled a lot, having to refer to to an American-Japanese translator book before getting a phone. He struggled to survive, to eat, and to make ends meet; but he did work for a multi-nation restaurant that was run by a kind, old man who reminded him of his late grandfather. With his help, George was able to learn more about Japan and its culture besides pop culture icons like kaiju, as well as make enough money to get his own place. It took 3 years of hard work, but he overcame all the odds the world threw at him... except one...

High School.

After his daily routine (shower, comb hair/hair dryer, put the Kuoh Academy uniform on, apply deodorant, have breakfast of peanut butter granola balls and yogurt, do his medicine for his asthma, anxiety, and for focusing in class, pack his backpack with what he needed, put his gray running shoes on, put on his green Jurassic Park T-Rex hoodie over his uniform, finally a breath mint and after locking the house with his keys), he was ready to start his third week of school. Little did he know, on this very day. . . his life would be turned upside down. . . for good.

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As George approached the gates of Kuoh, he reflected on to the sheer grand design of the building. It was a large building, bigger-than-your-average-bear school, and that it was privately owned. Who'd spend so much money on one school, the American didn't know.

One thing he DID know, was this school used to be a girls-only school... which was the reason he's had yet to find a boys bathroom WITHOUT tampon garbage cans, and the reason why the girl-to-boy ratio was insanely low. Which made him feel very awkward around the majority of the ladies due to his Asperger's. Surprisingly, not long after he arrived, ladies of his age swarmed him like sharks at a feeding frenzy. While he heard foreigners weren't treated as equal, that didn't mean they weren't . . . seen as interesting, in one way or another.

The other problem, was the only girl George had ever talked to aside from his mother was that in-training nun he grew close too. He wondered how she was doing nowadays, she probably forgot all about him after all these years... just thinking that made his heart ache, but life wasn't fair, was it?

As he passed through the gates he could overhear the other students gossiping about him when they think he couldn't hear them.

Male Student #1: (has 2 other boys with him, looking in George's direction) Hey look... it's that American student, again.

Male Student #3: Just what I need.. my girl won't stop talking about him. (mimics girlfriends voice, with hands on his cheeks) Oh, he's so mysterious and smart. . .

Female Student #2: (is gossiping with 5 other girls, but notices George out of her eyes corner) Isn't that George McAnderson?

Female Student #3: (whispers) He's kinda cute!

Female Student #5: (is impressed, but dismissive) Eh, Kiba's more my type...

Female Student #1: At least he's not a Pervert like almost every other guy here... speaking of which, did you hear what the Perverted Duo did this morning...?

George has heard comments like this 1000's of times before, and while most he was able to shrug off, the ones that were compliments made him feel bashfully shy.. All he wanted was to stay out of trouble, as talking is what got him bullied in the first place. But sadly, people had to push his buttons, and when he snapped it wasn't pretty. He suddenly had a scary scenario play out in his head of an incident that his dark side created but he shook his head and carried on.

The last comment caught his attention though, he quickly discovered that the school had two male students by the names of Motohama and Matsuda, AKA the 'perverted duo'. They seemed to make it their mission sneak a peek at every single girl in the academy; in the hopes of catching a glimpse at their panties, a nip slip, or even full frontal nudity.

George had a few classes with them, they actually weren't too bad... though he had to keep them in line. When he first got here, he caught them peeping at girls from the locker room window and being the good Samaritan he was... let the ladders 'close in'. They tried beating him up in front of the entire school near the fountain after they got beaten up by 100 girls, but thanks to the years of being bullied, George knew how to defend himself despite his average look, with him winning by kicking them both between the legs hard.

Needless to say, the duo nor any other boy dared tried to take him... they're were a few larger groups that did, but he was able to make tracks and run away before it could escalate. Not without George getting injured of course, and girls beg- *ahem* requested to help him... he shyly declined, as reserved as he was.

After school let out and keeping his social interactions to a minimum, George headed to the back of the school to explore the wooded area. It was refreshing as no one took this path, and he preferred to be alone for 80% of the time. People were weird, some weirder than him which says a lot, and he'd rather stay away from that coprolite.

It wasn't much longer before he came across a clearing on his path that he's never seen before... he must've taken a wrong turn somewhere, but he pressed on, his curious yet cautious nature on where this path will take him. He stumbled upon an old-looking building, it appeared to be 100 years old, maybe more. He's heard about this place thousands of times from the student body, it was the club room of the Occult Research Club... how anyone could make a club with that name and not be investigated, George didn't know.

The only thing he DID know was the ORC had only four members; said members were hailed as the most popular, well-known and adored students in the entire campus. Kiba Yuuto, the pretty boy and only male member; a first-year named Koneko Toujou, considered to be Kuoh's mascot; and last but not least, Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima, who were looked up to as the "Great Ladies". He's seen all members of this club throughout the school, and had to admit "Great Ladies" was a fitting title. Both girls were beautiful beyond reason, it's like they were goddesses or something. He would never had a chance with them. . .

Then... it happened.

A window had opened with an oddly loud creek. Looking up, George saw a sight that he'd remember for the rest of his life. Standing in the open window, was one of the "Great Ladies" herself! Crimson-Red hair, deep blue eyes, a figure that would drive both men and women insane... no doubt, this was the famous Rias Gremory.

She looked down at him, he looked up at her... time seemed to just screech to a halt. After just a few seconds that felt like minutes to him, George, being polite and for once not letting his fear get to him, politely did a two-finger salute and nod with a subtle smile. Clearly, the young lady didn't expect that as she had a blink-and-you'll-miss it stunned expression but she returned the smile with her own that was softer and sweeter as a breeze suddenly blew through, sending her long crimson locks to blowing around her figure. George didn't know how much longer they stood like this, taking in each other's appearances, but then he may have blew it when he then took off running like a rocket, whether it be out of fear or showing off his speed, she didn't know. He realized it was almost 4:00. He needed to get home.

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Rias Gremory continued to look out of the window at the strange boy, there was something about him that she sensed, but couldn't figure out what it was. Then he smiled at her, causing her heart to skip a beat... she didn't expect it, but recovered and returned it. She continued to watch the boy until he disappeared into the woods, surprised that he took off so quickly as fast as he did, completely.

With a last glance at where he was just standing, Rias turned away from the window, returning her attention to the chess game she was playing with her vice-president and close friend, Akeno Himejima. The young woman herself was leaning back into her chair drinking her tea. Rias sat opposite of Akeno and looked back at the chess board, though she couldn't fully concentrate as that boy was still on her mind.

"George Anderson" Akeno said, completely out of the blue as she put her cup down on the table and moved her black rook to take one of Rias' white pawns, taking its place on the board and putting the discarded pawn on the side of the board to join the rest of Rias' fallen pieces.

"Beg your pardon?" Rias said in confusion as she moved her knight to take Akeno's last remaining bishop.

"That boy you were checking out before he ran away, his names George Anderson. A foreigner from the west" Akeno replied sweetly, smiling as she took her own turn, taking Rias' knight with a rook.

"I... I was not checking him out" Rias denied as she moved one of pawns towards Akeno's king, declaring check. "Hmhm, right. Tell that to your past self as you stared out that window for the last 3 minutes" Akeno teased, moving her King and taking the pawn. "Well, he came across our property. I just wanted to make sure he wasn't... lost" Rias explained, moving her bishop and declaring checkmate, slamming her piece on the board as she did so, "He certainly took off in a hurry though."

Akeno looked across the board for a possible way out. With none available, she sighed and acted extremely disappointed at the game's outcome; but she was fully aware of her president's capabilities when it came to playing chess and knew she was a long way from beating her. "Yes, I must admit, he's pretty fast for a human from America."

"So he's a foreigner?" Rias muttered as she leaned back in her seat, glancing out of the window where she was talking to George.

"Why the sudden interest? Could the Great Rias Gremory, be crushing on the American human?" Akeno asked innocently as she glanced across the table at her friend.

"No, just... I don't know. There's just... something about him I find... different" Rias said deep in thought. Ever since she arrived in the human world, she acknowledged the fact that she would be ogled by men on account of her body. She knew she was an extremely attractive woman by anyone's standards and whenever she was out in public, she could always feel the eyes of men around her staring all over her body, particularly on her front and back ends. Being a Devil, she knew something like this would happen, as it became the unofficial status quo with her and the rest of Kuoh.

However, that boy just now... George, was it? Rias couldn't fail to notice that, during the short one-on-one, he didn't ogle or drool over her body... not even once. Instead, he stared right into her eyes and didn't take his gaze away from them. She couldn't remember the last time anyone wasn't completely transfixed by her. It was rather nice for a change.

It wasn't just that though. She could also sense, or rather feel, something else about him. She wasn't completely sure what it was, but it needed further investigation…

Lesson 1: Coprolite

We begin with Rias walking into an empty college level classroom. The classroom has many rows and seats, and a stage with a digital chalkboard and table. There was a seat labeled RG up front. She sat down and crossed her legs as she patiently waited for the lesson to begin.

Suddenly, there was a burst of smoke in the center of the stage followed by a young man coughing,

?: Jeez. Why did you do that, George? To make an entrance, Of Course!

When the smoke cleared, stood George in a lab coat, khakis, blue and pale yellow gloves on his hands, and a protective mask around his neck.

"Are you ok, George?" Rias asked, a little concerned for him.

"Hey." He got in her face yet gave her personal space. "Name tag reads: Prof. George. We may be fellow peers at Kuoh, but here, I'm the teacher, you are the student. That said, I will give you the respect you deserve." He said, stern yet calm-headed.

"Ok ok sorry!" She said, a little surprised that he got close.

He backed away and took center stage. "Now then, you are my first student of Paleontology 101!" The smart board lit up with the exact words in the Jurassic Park style font with the JP classic theme playing. Rias brought out her notebook getting ready to take some notes.

Dismissing the title card, George began. "Now rather than talking all day about a specific genera of Dinosaur or a certain part of the study of extinct animals, we'll be talking about a fact of life: everyone poops!" He said trying to be dramatic and a bit comedic, with the last two words having his arms up in the air. She blankly stares at him as if saying "Did you really just say what I think you just said?"

"While this is a topic most. . . mature people would not discuss for being proper and polite and save it for kids, this is something that happens. Why what do you think most fertilizer is made of?" He said being rhetoric. Rias sighs,

"It's made of manure."

"Correct, and you used the proper term, cow manure in fact. But I'm getting off topic. Allow me to present a physical, and thankfully, non smelling, example!" He claps his hands, and a covered case appears on the table. Rias looks at the case. Seems like a simple case.

George removed the covering of the case, revealing that inside. . .. was a meter long fossilized pile of dung! Rias wasn't sure how to feel but mostly felt… disgusted.

"Now this here is coprolite. Which comes from Greek. Kopros meaning dung, and lithos meaning stone. The term was first coined by William Buckland in 1829. Coprolite is a trace fossil, meaning that, unlike a skeleton, it allows a larger window inside the life of extinct animals. In this case, we can learn exactly about the meal of what an extinct animal ate. There is another way by using carbon isotopes but it's more complex." George explained the origin and importance of fossilized waste. He noticed Rias was perfectly paying attention and writing down notes. He smiled, taking in a bit of pride for what he knows, and not being mocked for it.

"While thankfully the smell is gone, the materials inside are just as hard as a rock, the organic material inside being replaced by silicates and calcium carbonate during the fossilization process." He explained how coprolite become a fossil after being deposited from an animal.

"Anything else I should know about, Professor?" Rias asked, once she finished writing down another portion on notes.

"Before I dive into this actual waste material we have before us, little known fact: There is an industry in mining Coprolite and we can thank WW1 for that. This is because it was used to provide phosphate for ammo." He stated a little known fact.

"So in other words every bullet contains poop?" Rias asked with a deadpan look.

"Well only during some part of WW1 since it was a war of attrition and desperate times call for desperate measures." He joked, during a light chuckle. Rias did not share his chuckle.

"Well moving on. This example here is a replica from a specimen excavated in Saskatchewan, a province in Canada. And, one moment please." He paused and brought a tool box. He then took out a small chisel and hammer. "With these implements, I will show you, my most fair of ladies, the contents of this here feces." He slipped on the mask and began chiseling away at the coprolite material. Rias got up from her desk and got closer for a better look. "Almost, and- got it!" He showed what was inside: bits of bone.

"Bones?" Rias raised one eyebrow, slightly interested.

"Yes, and this specimen dates to 66 million years ago, at the end of the Age of Dinosaurs. There's only carnivorous dinosaur that is capable of producing this waste product to contain bone from that time period. And it needs no introduction." He stated, grinning giddly. Rias decided to let him have his happy moment so she didn't say anything to interrupt.

"My dear, this is from a Tyrannosaurus Rex!" He states, almost yelling with excitement. Rias flinched, covering her ears. "Oh sorry, I always get excited about this kind of thing and the more excited I get, the higher my voice goes." He chuckles, sheepishly.

"I can see that." Rias said, removing her hands from her ears. "Anyways please continue."

"This specimen is one part of a theory that T-Rex was nothing more but a giant scavenger, but that's a whole nother mess I'd like to not get into right now and would be going on a tangent." He said, rather dialed down in terms of tone, almost like it was uninteresting to him.

"Why is that?' She asked, her interest piqued.

"Oh ho, now that's another story. A story for another time. Your final thoughts on this subject matter?" He asked, curious on what she thought about this lesson. Rias seemed to give it some thought,

"Well I think it's great that you're teaching a subject that you're obviously interested and well informed in. I learned quite a bit today." She smiles. He got another light chuckle out, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well I'm no professional, but I do enjoy what I talk about, especially to people who are interested. Now then, I'll just clean up here, and we can be on our way." Rias nods, neatly packs her things,

"Thanks for the lesson." She leaves to go home. He cleaned up and heads home, locking up and turning off lights.

Thus, this concludes the first Paleontology 101 omake.

We see a man dressed in similar attire as George just wore but he looked older walk into a stark white room

54Godamora: Hello world of writing, this is 54Godamora with a new story. . . that is not my site for. . , Ok I don't need my parents to see this and think I'm a HUGE pervert since I already told them that I'm squeamish around adult acts that exclude nature documentaries and forms of art. It would be going back on my word. So this is going on my brother from the state of Cali, Hareta Kuso! Get out here, you!

Hareta:WHY AM I UPSIDE DOWN?! *Tied to a rope dangling from the ceiling*

54Godamora: Ah shoot. Gets out walkie talkie. Murphy I said we weren't doing that intro him! Now lower him down, not cut him down! DO I make myself clear, cadet?!

Hareta:uh…. Any day now? Please?

54Godamora: Facepalms. Dear love Buckland. . . Sorry about this bro. I snap my fingers and you are instantly down here with me.

Hareta: eh like we're not used to crazy stunts by now. Anyways yes his story will be on my profile but check out the ones that ARE on his profile they're insanely good. In fact that's how I met this guy.

54Godamora: True. Now this story will have a major education element but targeted towards not kids but teens and young adults because prehistory hardly gets properly represented in the anime world without some form of Artistic License to make a Paleontologist to cry into his popcorn. . .

Hareta: I...uhhh…. Not sure how to respond to that but I handle the responses from the students while he plays as the professor.

54Godamora: Note, a lot of you will see that this story is almost word for word based on the Italian Dragon Emperor by Bakuganman. However, he gave me permission to do it. Unfortunately, he's busier than both of us and hasn't chatted with me since late November. This brain child of mine came from day-dreaming a lot of me being there and also I really want to kill some stereotypical arrogant anime villains in a way that most MC's wouldn't dream of. So this will be rated M not due to being DXD, but for being very brutal towards anyone who's alignment is against the MC. Woe betide them. . . I start to laugh like Tyrian. . .

Hareta: laugh like Tyrian you end up like Tyrian.

54Godamora: Quiet you. Moving on, my one main flaw is that while I can be very descriptive, my character interactions and combat choreography need some serious touching up on, especially ones that don't involve non-humans like a giant lobster and a size-changing robot.

Hareta: In other words… he stinks at fight scenes. *gets a face full of water balloons and spits out water* Real mature bro. *Murphy laughs*

54Godamora: Thankfully, my bro here has decided to help with that regard. Now before we do the disclaimer at the end, I have a question for all of you: to make it more authentic on the DXD side of things, I will watch the show but the question is. . . do I go subtitles or English Dub? I'll let you guys decide.

Random person: Question. How did you know about DXD if you've never watched the show before?

Hareta: *whistles innocently*

54Godamora: Fanfiction and my brother. . .. lots of RP's. Lots. Now for closing, the disclaimer. Bro, take it away!

Hareta: *dries off* We don't own DXD at all. Not in the least. We're doing this for pure fun and entertainment. Also so this guy can vent on the arroga-

54Godamora: What? What do you want me to say?

Hareta: nvm. Just make sure to follow and comment please. We'd like to know what you thought of this. I mainly helped at the end while watching YouTube.

54Godamora: I call end tagline! Get outside, get into nature, and make your own discoveries!