I opened my eyes, confused. I did not understand what was happening. I looked at the ceiling, and it really was not the brick ceiling I always saw. It was a bright white color.
I slowly began to wake up. My body felt different, much smaller. For a moment, I was agitated and reacted quickly.
"What's wrong with me?"
That was all I could ask myself as I fell out of bed. Even the floor was different.
I looked at my hands. They were not really my hands. They were very different.
I had hands much more calloused from my work.
These hands were much more delicate, almost like those of someone who had never worked.
"Motohama, come down now. It's time to go to school."
I heard a voice I had never heard before. I was in shock. What had that voice called me?
Before I could say anything, I looked around. It was a fairly simple room, but it was not mine. Not at all. This was not my room.
I saw a door that probably led to the bathroom. How did I know it led to the bathroom?
No, that was not right. I should not know that door led to the bathroom.
I went into the small bathroom and could not believe what I saw. It was small, yes, but what surprised me was the state it was in.
The bathroom was a complete wreck. The curtain that should have covered the small shower was torn down. Several tiles were broken. Finally, the small mirror above the sink was shattered, or rather, only a large piece of glass remained.
In it, I could see the reflection of a boy with black hair and hazel eyes. But his eyes were quite sharp, almost like those of a predator eyeing its prey.
"What kind of eyes are these?"
Hearing my own voice scared me even more. It was not my voice. This really was not my body. I remembered some movies or TV shows that explained this, but I did not know anything about this type of thing.
Besides his sharp eyes, he had slightly longer hair than mine.
And he was much shorter than me, considering I was almost two meters tall.
I just did not understand what was happening. Everything was spinning.
"You piece of scum, I'm talking to you. Come down and have breakfast so you can finally go to school. Didn't you hear me?"
I heard the voice again, and when I turned toward the door, I saw a well dressed man with glasses that reflected the same sharp eyes I now had.
"Okay, Dad. I'll just finish getting changed so I can leave."
My body reacted on its own. For a second, it was as if I could not control it.
"You better, you piece of shit," the man said before slowly walking away.
Upon hearing that last part, I frowned.
I wanted to tell him to go to hell, you idiot.
But my own body stopped me, as if telling me that was a very bad idea.
I walked toward the closet. I did not understand why I was doing this. It was like my body was on autopilot and already knew everything.
I grabbed what looked like a uniform. It was a typical anime uniform: black pants, a white shirt, and a tie.
"Even at my school, they didn't make me dress so formally."
I said this while looking at myself in the mirror. For some strange reason, this guy was starting to seem familiar, but I could not quite remember.
While my body remained on autopilot, my mind began to remember. That name sounded familiar, but I could not quite place it.
Ah, yes. I remembered an anime I had watched a while ago.
"Oh my God, I'm in DxD. And apparently, I'm one of the pervert's friends."
I also put on my glasses, which, now that I thought about it, were apparently never necessary. I only used them to hide these eyes from the world.
"Well, I don't blame him. If I were one of those perverts and had such sharp eyes, I'd hide them as much as possible too."
I told myself before going downstairs. It was a two story house with several rooms, but overall it was quite dirty.
I really wanted to remember, but I could not. I did not know why my body was reacting like that.
"What are you doing now, idiot?" the man said, giving me a strange look when he heard me speak.
"Nothing. I was just talking out loud," was all I could think to say before I noticed two plates on the table. One looked like rice soup, and the other was a very strange dish I did not recognize, but it did not look bad.
I immediately sat down and prepared to eat.
This tastes really good, like I'm eating fries with meat.
"By the way, I received another warning from your school. You're still bullying your classmates, and your grades are failing."
I remembered what Motohama was like in the anime. He was just another pervert, but that would not be the case anymore.
"I'm sorry. I'll do better. I promise."
That was all I could say. Knowing that now that I was in this body, I could change many things, his behavior would be one of them.
"Promise, you say?"
The man's voice grew angrier. My body froze, as if whatever I had said was something wrong that I should not have said.
Before I could react, the man grabbed me by my tie while looking at me with his sharp, angry eyes.
"You're just a perverted piece of shit. I don't give a fuck if you get better or not. Just remember that the day you turn eighteen, you're getting out of this house. Just remember that."
Having said that, he threw me hard against the wall. My whole body ached after the shove.
"Now get out of here," he said, throwing my backpack at me. It hit me directly in the face, making my nose bleed.
"Didn't you hear? Get out."
After screaming, I ran away quickly. I did not want to anger that man any further.
Slowly, after leaving the house, I simply walked.
What the hell? What kind of life does this kid lead?
My thoughts told me something, but that blow had told me something else.
I did not understand it well, but slowly I began to remember part of Motohama's past.
They were just blurry fragments, like something out of a dream.
He could recall small bits, like his childhood.
For some reason, the family had changed from one moment to the next.
I did not understand it. I remembered birthday parties where they all seemed happy.
The three of them: father, mother, and brother.
My head started to hurt, but it slowly calmed down, and I began to look around.
"Without a doubt, this is not my home."
I said this to myself out loud as I looked at the city, so different from mine but at the same time the same.
Everything was in Japanese kanji, but for some reason I could read them perfectly, perhaps thanks to Motohama's memories.
I just started walking until I bumped into more people wearing the same uniform. My body was reacting on its own. I still could not control my legs properly.
But for some reason, my body was trembling.
Perhaps because I remembered what happened that morning with Motohama's dad.
Without realizing it, I practically arrived at the school. Apparently, my body already knew the way.
It was enormous, much bigger than I could have imagined.
They were all wearing the academy uniform.
For a second, an idea occurred to me, and I decided to look out the windows.
Sona and Rias were always keeping a watchful eye from the windows.
But I could not see any of the girls.
I got closer and could see the famous fountain of this place. I remembered that unfortunately, several clashes had taken place here.
I looked at my reflection and touched my face several times.
I stepped back a little when I noticed some girls staring at me strangely.
"Motohama."
I heard a voice and turned around to see Matsuda. He was another one of those perverted trio. He was not bald; he had just shaved his head.
But he looked like an ordinary person. It was strange, but for a Japanese person, he did not really have Japanese features.
Seeing me bleeding, he said,
"Kid, don't tell me you were looking elsewhere and never told me. What a traitor. Now that Issei has betrayed us, do you plan to do the same?"
Upon hearing this, many girls turned to look at us and began to murmur.
Of course, in anime, nosebleeds are always associated with arousal, and when they saw me like that, they simply thought that.
"I didn't. I just fell and hit my head," I said, trying to brush it off while wiping my nose with the cloth he handed me.
"Thank you."
Upon hearing this, the murmurs did not stop, and Matsuda looked at me in surprise.
"Okay. Hey, we'll watch today too. After all, I heard that the girls from the kendo club have been practicing more than usual because of their competition against other schools. So they won't be able to defend themselves or run much because of exhaustion."
Matsuda said this with a lascivious, blushing look.
"I won't."
I said with a somewhat dejected look. Even though I was talking to an anime character, I was still nervous, just like in my past life, at least a little, around strangers.
"What's wrong?" he asked, abandoning his lascivious gaze and looking at me with concern.
"I just want to leave them alone. They must be stressed about their competition, so I think out of respect for their sport, we should leave them alone, at least until they finish competing."
Upon hearing that, he and many others were surprised. They did not expect that response from one of the perverted duo.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, clearly worried about me.
But the commotion ended when everyone started murmuring as they watched Rias Gremory and Issei Hyoudou walk by.
Seeing them in real life, they were not that impressive. They just looked like two people cosplaying as them.
Issei seemed quite ordinary. If it were not for his hair, I would say he could pass for a normal person.
But Rias was different. Her body was not as exaggerated as in the anime, but she still had curves and quite large breasts for her age.
What stood out most was her hair. It was not just ordinary red. It was bright red.
I had never seen that shade look so natural.
Matsuda gave me a small tap to snap me out of my trance.
"Even though almost three days have passed, I still can't believe he betrayed us just because he joined the club with beauties like Akeno and Rias."
He sounded envious, and I did not blame him. I had been envious too since I watched the anime. I was such a big fan that I had even read the novels.
Three days. Then the anime is just starting.
I could not continue my thoughts as Matsuda pushed me toward the school and we started going inside.
As I walked, I thought about several things. Three days was a long time, especially considering how this anime and novels were.
Then I remembered everything Issei had to go through.
The constant fights and threats on a near global scale.
Although many underestimated DxD, this anime was directly based on Dragon Ball.
I knew perfectly well that this anime had to be of a similar level, even though people kept denying it.
Maybe it's better not to interfere. If I interfere with the story, it could cause many changes. I know there are many fanfics where everyone interferes and nothing ever happens. But I do not even understand why I am here or why I reincarnated.
"The best thing to do is not to interfere. They have everything figured out. The best thing would be to go unnoticed."
I walked toward my class, but before I knew it, I was lost. Matsuda was no longer with me.
Then I remembered. Unlike us, Japanese students have different classes and groups.
Now I should be in a class where neither Issei nor Matsuda were there to guide me.
For the first time, I was completely in control of my legs. My body was no longer guiding me.
"Devils."
Now I was annoyed by this.