DxD: The Runaway Gremory

"I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck, I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck. Now if I give a shit, I might just give a fuck, but I don't give a shit, so I don't give a-" Suddenly, a loud BANG sounded from behind Kenji.

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"The fuck was that?" he said to himself, turning around and looking at the building, which looked like an abandoned hospital of sorts.

Now why was Kenji in Ireland, of all places?

Well, the answer was simple.

Kenji had heard Armaros, one of the Cadre, telling Tamiel, another member of the 7 Cadre (Baraqiel, Penemue, Albedo, Armaros, Sahariel, Tamiel and Kokabiel (in order from strongest to weakest)) that there was a Stray Devil in the city of Galway, Ireland, which was Grigori territory.

Not having had any action (not THAT kind of action, you pervs! Though now that you mention it, Kenji had shagged Zest and Erza a few times recently) since the massacre he'd caused when he reincarnated Erza, Kenji volunteered to head to Ireland on his own and deal with the Stray Devil.

So he'd headed to Ireland, where he'd found the Stray Devil, snuck up on it from behind and cut it into pieces.

A fucking Low-Class Devil could deal with that thing.

Anyway, he was walking around the city, just drinking in the nice scenery, where he heard a loud BANG from an abandoned hospital.

"The fuck?" Kenji whispered, drawing his sword and heading towards the hospital. Kicking the door open with one foot, he gripped his sword tightly, and slowly advanced into the building.

Looking around, he saw rotting dead bodies lying on the floor, with their heads blown up.

"Looks like someone was here already. " Kenji muttered.

"Or is still here. " Slowly advancing up the stairs, he heard a shriek of pain.

A female shriek of pain.

Quickening his pace, Kenji readied his magic and came into a corridor, where there was a scene playing out. He saw that a tall man with spiky gold hair and broad shoulders, wearing a large white cassock with purple trim, and white gloves, and holding a bayonet, had cut off the head of a person.

The only discernible feature they had, from where Kenji was standing, was that they were wearing a hat.

"MASTER!" someone cried out. Kenji's eyes flicked to the source of the voice, and he saw an attractive blonde woman with blonde hair cut into a flare cut and blue eyes.

She was lying on the floor, and had several bayonets through her body. Kenji idly fanned out his magic, and recognised both beings at once for what they were.

'Vampires. ' He thought.

'One much, much, MUCH stronger than the other. ' The decapitated vampire with the hat, Kenji could sense, had power that seemed to be on the level of his older brother, scratch that, maybe a little bit more.

The other man threw back his head and laughed. Loudly.

Kenji could tell that he was trying to sound like a sadistic psychopath, though he was failing horribly at it.

"That's it?!" he laughed, turning around and gloating. Kenji quickly hid himself behind a wall, so he wouldn't be seen.

'Damn, that motherfucker is wearing a cross!' he thought. 'This is bad.

'

"This thing was Hellsing's ultimate weapon?!" the man said, coughing himself back to seriousness. "The great domesticated vampire, what a disappointment.

He's a joke, bloody Protestants screw everything up. "

He turned around, and Kenji saw a trail of blood going up the corridor.

"Well, after all that she's still able to crawl away. " The man said to himself, softly.

"It seems I may have underestimated my little Draculina. " He then drew out two more bayonets.

"I guess I'll kill her now. " He said.

"You're not killing anything. " Kenji said, deciding on a whim to reveal himself at that moment.

He idly stepped out of the shadows, his hands in his pockets (he decided to put his sword away), and a calm smile on his face. "Though it IS a nice night for it, I'll admit.

" The man turned around, and Kenji saw that he was wearing translucent circular glasses, and looked to be in his early forties.

"What?!" he said to himself. "What's a bloody Devil doing here?! I didn't know Hellsing had employed a Devil!"

"I have no idea what the fuck 'Hellsing' is. " Kenji said, drawing his own sword.

"Though I do have an issue with you killing vampires on Grigori territory. "

"And how is a Devil able to be a member of the Grigori, who are all filthy Fallen Angels?" the man asked, beginning to advance towards Kenji. The hybrid's eyes narrowed.

"Fuck you, that's how. " He replied.

The man and Kenji lunged at each other at the same time. Kenji met one of the bayonets with his own sword, and sent a blast of his Power of Destruction at the man, who jumped away.

He lunged at Kenji again, bringing his bayonets down in a cross-slashing movement. Kenji scoffed, and slid down, through the man's legs and out the other side, then leaped up, kicking him in the back as he did so.

The man stumbled, turned around, and tried to attack Kenji again, but his two bayonets suddenly had holes in them, as if they'd been shot with bullets. The bayonets then fell apart.

Seeing the man's shock for a second, Kenji capitalised on the opportunity, by dashing forward and punching the man in the gut, sending him through a wall and out of the hospital.

"Eat me! Don't forget to write!" Kenji shouted, straightening up, and coming face to face with another woman.

She had creamy brown skin, blue eyes and long blonde hair. She was tall and thin, almost to the point of being lanky.

Her attire consisted of a black blazer, black dress pants, a white buttoned shirt, black shoes and a red cravat. She wore a pair of circular wire-rimmed glasses.

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She had a large revolver in one hand, and was pointing it at Kenji.