Highschool DxD: Chance of Survival

Ch1: Strive and Peace Treaty

AN: Hey guys, thank you for still reading this fanfic. The dxd storyline here will not be as identical as what happened to the canon. That's all, I hope you'll enjoy this fanfic.

Special thanks to both DarkDracul125 and KMilesXD. They helped me improve my story. Also, check out the dxd fanfic of DarkDracul125. It is really a good one!
Now unto the story.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot and the other characters. The highschool dxd characters belongs to Ichiei Ishibumi and the picture belong to its respective owner.

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*BIPP! BIPP! BIPP! BIPP!*

"..Arghh shut up.. Haaa" an 18-year-old boy said as he yawned and turned off his alarm clock which shows 3:15am. He stretched his arms and stood up to also stretch his body.

The boy stands 6 ft. tall who has a black mid-length hair which parts the right side of his hair, has a perfectly toned body as he was only wearing a boxers short and he has a white complexion.

After stretching, he went downstairs to fetch himself a milk in the fridge and drank a bountiful amount of it. He then went to a very spacious and soundproof grey with white room while carrying the milk and started his daily training.

*Timeskip

"Mikel, 2 hours has already passed. Not a good idea in overtraining right now as there will be a meeting later." A deep calm voice in his head told him. That stopped him from training any further.

'Oh right, I forgot. You know, It's been over 2 years since I last saw them except for Azazel, though we still keep in touch using this.' Mikel replied to the voice telepathically while staring longingly at his letter 'R' tattoo on the back of his right hand.

"Yeah I know that brat. I am inside you after all." The voice snarkily said to him.

"Touché." he said then drank the last amount of milk. After he was done drinking, he threw the box of milk in the black trash bin near the door.

He went back to his room and prepared his clothes then he proceeded to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Ahhh this feels really good." he let out a sigh of relief as the warm water continues to pour on his body that loosen the tension in his body.

After he was done showering, he went out and started wearing his clothes that consist of black leather gothic hooded coat that ends above the ankles, the inner is a black steampunk trench coat which reaches down his naval, and a black combat pants. His footwear however, which consist of black combat boots are in the white shoe rack, downstairs. Though he wears a pair of white socks. After he was done, he went to the kitchen to make himself a food.

"Hmmm I think I'll go for a japanese cuisine today." he mused to himself as he walks towards the kitchen and getting the apron on the right corner of the kitchen, he removes his gothic hooded coat and placed it on the white contemporary dining chair to wear the apron.

"5:33am, it's still early and the meeting will start at 6:40am. Mmm I'm really going to take my time here." Mikel said happily when he saw the time on the wall clock. "What japanese food should I make?" Mikel mused while looking up and placed his right index finger under his lips while slowly moving it in a circular motion. "What do you think Afgrond?" he asked the black and blue dragon.