Side Character DxD

Chapter 1: Another Life

Pain.

What engulfed my body the moment the truck collided with me was pain.

And what followed was pressure, A squeezing pressure that constricted me like a bottle of ketchup being pressed by the hands of a hungry child, waiting for it to spray all over his food.

And that pressure hurt.

I screamed in pain as I felt my body stretch endlessly across the tight hold of the metaphorical ketchup bottle.

And my world was consumed by light.

"Congratulations, It's a boy. And a very healthy one at that,"

...Fuck.

...

"Ken, Are you ready for school?" The Japanese woman who has become my new mother called out from the kitchen.

The response she got from me was the indignant cry of a child who doesn't want to leave his house.

Hello, I'm Motohama Ken. I'm four years old and I live in the suburban district of Kuoh, where all the families live. I eat my vegetables and brush my teeth, keeping my young body healthy. I do not drink chocolate milk though I do partake in potato chips.

What I'm trying to say, is that I want to live a quiet and relaxing life, and any- "Ken, don't make me come up there!" My mother once again called.

"Ughh," I groan, displeased by my own family interrupting my Jojo reference.

Slowly trudging down the stair, making sure to create as much noise as my five-year-old body can make.

"There you are," Mom says as she watches me walk down the stairs "I put your lunchbox in your backpack already, Put on some shoes and I'll drive you to school."

Being a child is hard. All the exciting stuff you want to do is forbidden by your parents 'It's too dangerous' or 'You're not old enough'. You're forced to go to school and socialize with other children your age.

It's humiliating.

The car ride was short, a ten-minute drive to Kuoh South elementary.

"Have a good day," Mom said as she gave me an uncomfortably tight hug before she drove away to work. Leaving me outside an elementary school wearing a stupid uniform with a dumb backpack.

I make my way to class, walking by scores of mumbling children.

As I walk, I start scheming on my plan for world domination.

"First, buy Facebook stocks, use the money I get from Facebook to buy a load of bitcoin, sell the crypto in 2019 and become a millionaire, yes that's a good plan, yes," I mumble to myself, likely sounding like a creep to the other children around me.

I enter my classroom and take my seat. I ignore the children mumbling next to me as I continue working on my get-rich-in-20-years scheme.

Being born in 1992 makes making money that much easier since I know which companies are going to make massive bucks.

"Motohama-san, are you listening?" A young child asks me, interrupting my masterful plan of swimming in a vault of gold like Scrooge McDuck.

"Who are you?" I ask the offending child, his short hair making him look almost bald, and his ears are also larger than average, making him look somewhat like a monkey.