High School GxG

Chapter 1: Kuoh's Foreign Bad Boy

A seventeen year old boy named Cian Lynch laid on the grass, skipping class at Kuoh Academy. An all girl's school that recently had become coed. This boy was tall for his age, the build of an athlete that's for sure. His pale, reddish hair is all messy with blades of grass stuck to it. His pristine blue eyes are nice and shut. His uniform is messy, his blazer is open showing off his white tank top. A small circular locket around his neck glinted in the sunlight. Girls passed him by as the passing period began. Squealing and giggling at his apathetic attitude, his sharp good looks.

Soft footsteps pressed against the grass. As the diminutive Koneko Toujou was approaching the napping boy. She sat down next to him and brought out her lunch box. She began to munch on the candy she brought with her to school. "Hey, dickweed, you missed another meeting," Koneko said dryly, knowing damn well that Cian can hear her. "Why should I even come by? We all know what it is. Contract this and that, she should contact me when we hunt something," he replied as he kept his eyes closed.

"Uh-huh, okay, well you do know that's not for you to decide. If I gotta put up with this, so do you. So get your lazy ass up, and do your job already. You're already way behind," Koneko said dismissively. Cian groaned as he opened his eyes. Sitting up and looking at the girls gawking at the two in jealousy with disinterested eyes. Koneko reached out and swiped out the grass in his hair. He popped his neck and stretched his arms out with a yawn.

"Do I really gotta catch up on contracts?" Cian asked with a huff. Koneko looked at him like he was stupid. "Fine, whatever... Grunt of effort," he said as he stood up to his full height. The girls going buck wild at his delinquency and his foreign appearance. Japanese and their relationship with foreigners are weird. At least that's what Cian thinks, he doesn't understand why the girls want him when that's not what he's into. "Break a leg big boy, also you're making dinner tonight," Koneko said firmly without any room for compromise in her voice. "The fuck I am, go get fucked by those fat, child diddling, bastards who contract ya," Cian replied colorfully as he gave her the middle finger.

"I am in the mood for spaghetti so don't you forget it!" Koneko called out as he walked away as Cian rolled his eyes with a scoff. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he began his routine. Cian isn't a normal foreign exchange student, far from it. Underneath the world the humans know belies something far more sinister, fantastic, ugly all at the same time. The stagnant days of his current life will soon fall into turbulence. Cian Lynch was a devil, a creature of sin and corruption. At least that's as far as the story goes. The truth is a lot more complicated than that.

Cian decided to skip school and get started on some contracts to get his Master off his back. Devils do Contracts for power, connections in the human world, and overall status. Do enough Contracts, get more status, more power, and rise up the Ranks. A slow, boring process but still pays off in the end if you stick to it, on the surface at least. As Contracts are a slow, but sure accumulation of power and status. As these deals between devils and others empower the devil. If one does enough Contracts, they ascend from their previous rank.

Cian is a Low-Class Devil, and with his inconsistent record on doing Contracts. He hasn't really gotten stronger nor has he gotten a higher rank. He went to an old, somewhat dilapidated building near the school. The headquarters for the Occult Research Club. The front for the group of devils at this school. He took out his key and unlocked the door. Entering, as he walked inside. Entering their common room, with nice couches in a formation where everyone can talk to each other. Cian sat down, crossing his arms.

He waited until someone enacted a summoning ritual. This would open a gateway, a red magical circle. Cian stood up and walked over it as a red flash of light surrounded him. Then he was in another location. He was in some warehouse, he sniffed the air and shook his head. "Take a damn shower, American," Cian scoffed as he waved the air around his nose. "Hahahaha! Considering the gutters you crawl around in for your Master, ya think you're one to talk?" An older, raspy and voice filled with sardonic mirth laughed at Cian.