I'm Mahito? This ain't my GOAT! I wanna be Gojo!

"Yapping"

'Schizo talk'

SOUNDS and ACTIONS

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SPURT

"Blergh! What the?"

Thud

"On a quiet night in an empty park in Kuoh Town, it wasn't as silent or deserted as it seemed."

A magical barrier surrounded the park, a common trick among supernatural beings to keep their actions hidden from mundane eyes.

"Am I… bleeding? Wait—wasn't I just jacking off to Gojo x Naohiro? I swear I only got halfway through. Did I pass out? Did I die and transmigrate here? No way… I only white splashed 348 times. Was that really enough to kill me? Hah… pathetic."

"Oh, you poor thing, I'm so sorry. You just had the worst luck—wrong place, wrong time. But hey, if you want someone to blame for your miserable end, don't look at me. Blame your dear friend Issei for dragging you into this mess! Ahahahaha!"

A fallen angel who called herself Raynare hovered between the two dying teenagers, her voice dripping with mockery. With a smirk, she turned away and flew to the sky and out of the view of the grayish-blue haired boy, who lay on the ground, bleeding and dazed.

'This bitch… isn't she from DxD? That dumb anime where the protagonist gets stronger from boobs? What a joke—I fucking hate that guy. Wait… does that mean I transmigrated into DxD? And right at the start of canon? Fuckin' hell, man. And I'm already dying because of that piece of shit?'

'I was already pretty content with my life back home, but now I gotta get dragged into all the stupid shit about to go down in this world? I'm not some goddamn protagonist like that dumbass Bitchssei. Do I really have to rely on that guy just to survive? He only makes it through because of goddamn plot armor!'

His body was numb, the chill of death creeping in, but he refused to give in. With sheer defiance, he clenched his fists so tightly his nails dug into his palms, his teeth grinding as a surge of fury burned away the weakness. He would not die here. Not like this.

'Hell nah! I ain't about to play second fiddle to some goody two-shoes, bitch-ass, dumbass, ugly-haired, boob-powered, plot-armored, save-me-please-ass, stupid, twinky-ass loser!'

BOOM!

Suddenly, a black-and-blue, flame-like aura erupted from the grayish-blue-haired teen's body. The searing energy crackled and swirled around him, distorting the air with its intensity. In mere moments, the gaping hole in his stomach began to mend, flesh knitting itself back together at an unnatural speed. The wound that should have killed him vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed in the first place.

Cough! Cough!

"Ack?! Holy shi- I'm alive?"

He stared at the torn hole in his outfit, expecting to see the fatal wound—only to find nothing. No blood, no scars, not even a hint of pain. It was like he had never been injured in the first place.

But as his eyes roamed over his body, his breath hitched. Faint, stitch-like marks crisscrossed his skin, running along his arms, his torso—everywhere.

His mind raced, panic mixing with confusion.

"This... definitely wasn't there before. What the fuck am I?" His voice wavered before his eyes darkened with realization. "Or better yet... who am I in this world?"

THROB

"Fuck!"

His arms spasmed violently, fingers twitching and contorting in ways they shouldn't. Then, the skin rippled. Muscles slithered beneath like living things, shifting and warping without restraint.

It didn't stop at his arms. His entire body rebelled against itself—bloating grotesquely before suddenly shriveling, twisting at unnatural angles, limbs bending and stretching as if they were made of clay.

He could feel it all. Every nerve screamed as his flesh expanded, collapsed, and reshaped, caught in an uncontrollable spiral of grotesque transformation.

A searing pain exploded in his head, a relentless throbbing that pulsed through his skull like a hammer striking bone. It wasn't just his body that was changing—something deeper, something inside, was unraveling within him.

The agony spread, not just through his flesh, but down to his very core. His soul. It twisted and convulsed, as if something was clawing at it, reshaping it into something new. His vision blurred, colors warping, his senses stretching beyond what they should.

"AGGHHHH! UUURRGHHH! AAHHH! WHAT IS HAPPENING!?"

Memories—both foreign and familiar—flooded his mind like a tidal wave, each one stabbing into his consciousness with unbearable intensity. Faces he had never seen before, places he had never been, moments he had never lived—all of it forced its way into his brain, tearing through his thoughts like jagged shards of glass.

His skull throbbed, the pressure inside mounting to an unbearable peak. It felt like his head was expanding, swelling beyond its limits, on the verge of bursting apart.

"WHO?! WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! WHY ARE YOU IN MY BODY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!"

"THE FUCK IF I KNOW! JUST CALM THE FUCK DOWN OR WE'LL DIE!"

His body immediately calmed down. Still twitching and shifting at times but significantly less than before.

FLASH

Two kids met at a park. One awkward, anxious, nervous, shy, and lonely, just trying to not be alone by befriending any kid he could find. The other loud, stupid, and extremely perverse despite his balls not even dropping yet.

"He-hey c-can I be your friend?"

"Hmph! Do you like boobs or not? If you don't like boobs then you're not cool! I don't want to be friends with uncool people!"

"Wh-what? S-sure I guess?"

"Then you're my friend now! Come on let's watch some Hitomi Tanaka! She got huge boobs!"

FLASH

"Tch! Don't you know about any of this stuff? Didn't your parents teach you anything at all? Ughh!"

"Uhh uhhhmm, sorry"

Then in the next moment a mother yelled out as she walked to the park where her son was at to take him back home.

"Issei! Come home! Mama already made dinner!"

"Ok mom!"

Issei then ran towards his mom, leaving the other kid behind without a word.

"Is that a new friend you were hanging out with?"

"Nah, just some weird kid who follows me around all the time"

The other kid was left alone to watch with envy as there was no one there for him to take him home.

FLASH

"I'm home!"

Yet all that greeted him was silence in this dark, gloomy, place filled with only traumatic and painful memories. A place that he calls home.

FLASH

A kid walks through the halls of the school, intending to go to class. Once he enters, all the chatter of the students went to a halt as they all stared at him with various emotions. Most of them wary and scared, and some with malicious intent.

*whisper* "Hey, isn't that the monster child who killed his parents?"

*whisper* "But I thought they died in a car crash?"

"Heh! He obviously killed them by messing with the steering wheel while they're driving!"

"Yeah! That's why he's the only one who survived! He's a freak!"

"His parents were such sweet people. They always helped us and others within the neighborhood"

"If only that guy wasn't born. Those two would still be alive then"

"Yeah, that's what my Papa always says too. He should have been the one who died"

The kid just sat quietly and took all the insults head-on even though each one stung his heart and gnawed at his soul.

FLASH

"YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BRAT! YOU ALREADY KILLED YOUR PARENTS! NOW YOU'RE EVEN STEALING FROM MY STORE?! WHAT? ARE YOU GOING TO KILL ME NEXT HUH?! GET OUT!"

The man who was the owner of the adult video store yelled at the cowering grayish-blue haired kid before punching him right at his face and then throwing him out of the store, the back of his head smacking hard on the floor.

"Hey! Hey! Did you get it?"

Three kids ran up to him with eager faces. The brown haired one spoke up and was waiting for the kid who was laying on the floor to speak up. Not caring for his condition at all.

"Uh-uhhmm I'm sorry. I-I didn't g-get it"

"Awww man! You suck! You couldn't even get anything at all? Now we don't have any new boobs to watch!"

"I-I'm sorry"

FLASH

My name is Yuki Ichimaru, an orphaned teen just trying to live his life despite everything that life has thrown at him. Ever since I could remember I never really experienced what love is or what it felt like.

Even the love a child should experience from their parents was something I never had. My parents never loved me. You might have thought that they were saints or the kindest kind of people you would ever meet but I know the truth.

All they show is a facade to the public. They were obsessed with being viewed by others as kind, benevolent, good people. But maintaining an image like that is exhausting and would wear people out, even my sociopathic parents.

So they take out it all out on me instead. All their frustrations, anger, annoyance, stress, and exhaustion would all be blamed on to me instead.

Sometimes it's physical abuse, sometimes they would deprive me of food, sometimes they would lock me up in a small cramped box in the dark with no light for the whole night.

And they would always tell everyone else like our neighbors that it was all because of me. Either telling that I'm an unruly reckless child wiho just doesn't obey his parents. Prone to sickness or accidents if I was sick because of not eating or if I had any bruise or wounds on me.

Always blaming their problems on me. And everyone would just believe every word they say because in their minds "there is no way such sweet kind people would lie about that"

But one day an accident occurred. On a particular day they were extra stressed and frustrated that they even resorted to drinking.

And while driving back home while drunk they were arguing with each other. Probably it was because my father was caught with another woman in bed while we were supposed to be on a vacation as a "family".

Their fight escalated even further and one thing led to another and we crashed down a cliff into the forest.

My parents were dead on impact as several large branches stabbed right through their faces and out the back of their heads. I miraculously managed to survive with only light scratches and some bruising on my body but I needed to get out of the car fast as it was about explode with the gas leaking all over.

I managed to crawl out of the car just as it went ablaze, filling my nose with the burning corpses of my parents.

The sound managed to attract some car passing by the road and looked down at the cliff seeing the burning car. They quickly called the emergency services and got here as quick as possible.

But when they reached me all they saw was a child standing in distance watching the burning car with 2 burning corpses inside. And the expression they saw on my face was a full wide smile full of glee.

Of course I was happy, because I was finally free from my tormentors but everybody else saw it differently. While it truly was an accident, most people believed that I was the cause of my parent's death.

I was shunned by everyone else then. Just when I thought I was free of my torment. I thought everything would just be magically ok after all that. But no, everybody treated me like shit.

I was scum in their eyes, a good for nothing child, a waste of space. Yet all I wanted was to not be alone. I just wanted to have some friends. And that's how I met Issei.

I was desperate for any kind of companionship. Even if it's with a person like him. Atleast he didn't push me away immediately like the other kids.

His hobbies were so weird like, how could a kid even turn out that perverted while we're still so young.

I did all kinds of things for him like sneaking into adult video stores to steal porn or take pictures of girls without their clothes on in the locker rooms. Even though I get beat up a lot whenever I get caught and I was the one that took the blame.

I don't think he even really sees me as a friend. More like just someone he keeps around by them out of pity or something else.

But things were starting to look up for me when Murayama, the captain of the kendo club, and my crush who I asked out on a date said yes.

But then the day right before the weekend when our date was supposed to occur. I saw Issei, Motohama, and Matsuda trying to peek on the kendo club girls while they were changing.

This time I was furious. I could no longer tolerate their perversion, especially when they were trying to peep on Murayama. I stopped them from trying to peep on the girls but they must have heard us arguing.

When the girls were near, suddenly Issei pushed me and I fell to the ground in surprise. They immediately ran away after leaving me there as the kendo girls reached our location. But by then they were already out of sight and I was the one that was blamed for peeping on them.

Because of my previous reputation of being caught doing "acts of perversion" where I was actually just doing favors for Issei and his friends came back to bite me in the ass.

I didn't even get a chance to explain as they beat me black and blue with their kendo swords. And Murayama said to me "I knew I should have never given you a chance! I thought there was good in you but you're just another perverted pig! I don't ever want to see you again!"

That stung me hard. Just when I thought that things were getting better for me but it all just crumbled right in front of my eyes.

It was an even more bitter pill to swallow when in the coming days right after. Issei said that he was going out on a date with a pretty girl. He was going to be out there all carefree and still being perverted as hell yet he ruined my own chance of being with a girl.

As I wallowed in self pity at my whole life, just strolling around the park at night. I suddenly heard Issei's voice before he grabbed me by the shoulders.

"Yuki! Help! Help me! A crazy girl is chasing after me and she's trying to kill me with her weird glowing spear thing!"

"W-what? What are you talking about?"

Then I saw it. Right there floating in the air. A woman with a bdsm like outfit with large crow like wings on her back, holding a glowing spear of light.

"Awww Issei, why are you running? Weren't you just about to give me a kiss? Fuhahahaha!"

"Aaahh! No! Get away!"

STAB

Thud

"That's enough running for you. It was quite fun fooling around acting like a little girl going on a date with you. But I have to fulfill my mission for Azazel-sama"

There right in front of me Issei fell down to the ground bleeding to death. The spear made of light piercing through his body after it was thrown at him by the woman with crow wings with inhuman strength.

I was frozen in fear at the sight. Was I about to get killed as well right here? I was just trying to contemplate about my life up until now.

"I had to kill you because you had what is something called a sacred gear. And I was tasked to kill anyone who wields a sacred gear. Sacred gears are powers gifted by God to humans. Humans born with sacred gears can awaken this power and stand against supernatural beings if they tap into their potential. So if anything, blame God for being born with this power because it only led to your end teehee!"

"And you there! Don't think that I didn't notice you. I don't know how you managed to not be affected by the barrier I put up but I'm also going to kill you now."

STAB

"Oh I'm sorry you poor thing. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. If you wanna blame anyone for your miserable end then blame your friend Issei for getting you in this mess ahahahaha!"

Thud

FLASH

"Augh, I've got a splitting headache now. Your backstory is too fucking long! Ugh!"

"Who are you? Why are you in my body?"

The grayish blue haired teen stood and talked out loud. If anybody else were here to see him they would have thought that he had gone crazy and was talking to himself.

'Damn it, so despite going into this world and getting transferred into this body. The previous host still isn't gone like most usual isekai stories I read. Tch! He also has even more control of the body than me'

"Hmmm uhhh just call me Mahito. Yeah, my name's Mahito"

'I just realized, this guy looks like Mahito without stitches on his body. until when my consciousness suddenly awakened what I guess is cursed energy and now suddenly there's stitches all over his body but it disappeared after he took back control. So I guess I'll just call myself Mahito then haaahhh. While Idle transfiguration is a really great cursed technique. I wish that I've been reborn as my Goat Goatjo, my blue eyed king instead'

"Listen, I have no idea at what happened man. We're in the same boat here because I just suddenly woke inside your body outta nowhere."

Taking in all that has happened Yuki Ichimaru was overwhelmed and the stress from the terrifying life and death situations that occurred got to him as he started to have a breakdown.

His knees gave in and he slumped to the ground, crying, whimpering, and mumbling incoherent whispers.

"H-Hey get up! Get the FUCK up! We have no time for this shit! You need to leave now before they come back!"

"I-I-I-I c-c-cant! I'm scared I'm scared I'm scared I'm scared! Everything is too terrifying!"

"Then let me do it! Give me control of your body to me and I'll get us out of here alive!"

"No! No! No! No! No!"

"What? The FUCK you mean no? Do you want to die?"

"I want to live! Dying is too scary! I don't want to end up like Mom and Dad!"

"Then you know what to do right? Just give it to me, come on"

"A-alright f-f-fine."

Right after Yuki Ichimaru said that stitch marks started to appear all over his body. An unnaturally wide smile forming in his face.

"Pfffffttt! That was easy! Haha! Let's test my power on an orphanage!"

Mahito who now took over Yuki Ichimaru's body temporarily shouted gleefully while touching himself all over his body.

"But first."

He looked over at Issei's body on the ground.

"I should kill this bitch right now."

Mahito skipped over to Issei's body. He then put his hand on Issei's chest and activated his cursed technique Idle Transfiguration on instinct.

"And pop we go! Ugh! Wait! What?! Ugh! Wait wait wait wait! AAAHHHH! WTF IS THIS?! AAAHHHH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! I'M BURNING! AAAHHH!"

"Hmph! A mere insect dares to mess with the soul of my host? Foolish! Feel the wrath of I! The Welsh dragon, Ddraig!"

While going through Issei's soul Mahito accidentally entered the soul space of the boosted gear. Now he's faced with a gigantic angry red dragon that's burning his soul with it's crimson flames and absorbing his essence.

"AAAHHH! FUCK YOU! YOU OVERGROWN KETCHUP COLORED LIZARD! IF I CAN'T KILL THIS PIECE OF SHIT THEN I'LL MAKE HIM SUFFER THE WORST FATE OF ALL FOR MAKING ME FEEL THIS PAIN! AND THEN WHEN I'VE TRULY BROKEN HIS SPIRIT ONLY THEN WILL I KILL HIM! RAAAAHHHH!"

Mahito wrestles his soul out of Boosted Gear and as a final fuck you to Issei, he shrunk his dick from 5 inches to 1 centimeter. He used up most of his cursed energy just to do this out spite. He actually wouldn't have been able to manipulate Issei's soul in any way even with Boosted Gear still being dormant and Issei being so weak even with plot on his side.

It was all because of the accidental binding vow he made out of anger when he cursed Issei with all his hate. It tremendously boosted the potential of Mahito and his cursed technique. This will also bring out more and more of his potential the more he makes Issei suffer.

"Hah! Hah! Hah! Fuck that was painful and stupid! Stupid plot armor bs! But atleast I made it worth it!"

After I managed to pull my hand off this Pussei's chest I lay on the ground writhing in agony from the feeling of my very being, burning and being devoured slowly. But a smile was still plastered on my face as I clenched my hand in front of me as I feel a great amount of power flowing through my body.

"Hehe! So that's what a binding vow is like! I'm gonna be a merchant of this shit!"

I wobbly stood up on shaky legs.

"This is only the beginning for you, you bum!"

I shout at Issei before starting to run away from the park and hide in some dark alleys before the devils show up.