Everyone knows about Kuoh Academy, the previous all-girls school that turned Co-ed a year ago. This new policy has replaced 1/3 of the population with males with some being perverts. There are some exceptions like Kiba Yuuto, but there's a male who has a unique opinion about him from everyone. Be it a teacher, girl, pervert, or even a custodian. Their opinions however vary as he's a very unique individual.

Y/N is a metalhead in every sense of the word. From soft Hard Rock to dramatic Power Metal and even intense Brutal Death Metal, he listens to them all on full blast. Though, he prefers harder subgenres that in his words "Make you wanna kill monsters while causing utter destruction". He loves Power Metal because of the theatrical stories they put in his vivid imagination of a head. Many of the Christian parents, staff, and students see him as a Satanist, and they would be far from correct. His family worships 5 Gods of War, Death, Fire, Blood, and Beasts. They're not evil, but they definitely put emphasis on intense themes.

As far as appearances go, Y/N isn't bad-looking in the slightest. He's actually a pretty handsome male of African American descent with black dreadlocks. He usually keeps them in a ponytail with a single dread hanging over his eye, sort of like a bang. His eyes, however, are a striking orange color that looks like you're staring into living flames.

Despite all of this, Y/N is a nice guy if you take the time to get to know him.

But no one gives him a chance. He doesn't care though. In fact, he's listening to a song while drawing in his Art class. His teacher actually likes his art and overall Aesthetic as it's unique among others his age. All of Y/N's art draws dark and intense themes from the things he likes such as Metal, Demonology, Occultism, Guns, Gore, Death, Sci-fi, Animals, Mythology, and Ancient History. She smiles at the intense drawing. While most art teachers would discourage something like this, Ms. Ross encourages Y/N to do it.

Ms. Ross: I love how you added this Medieval aspect to the skull.

Ms. Ross is an American transfer teacher as part of a program at the school she works at. She stands out among the other teachers with he loose brown Afro and pale brown skin tone. Her sparkling brown eyes and full lips only enhance her exotic appearance. She usually wears a jungle green dress and a white shirt with knotted edges and rolled‐up sleeves. She has some jewelry that compliments her free-spirited nature in the form of a pair of green earrings and a neon‐pink ankle bracelet. She's rarely seen with shoes during class and only wears sandals when walking through the school hallways.

Y/N: Thanks, Ms. Ross. I have some more pictures since some Student Council asshole ripped apart my last ones.

Ms. Ross: You always have fresh ideas, of course I'd love to see them.

Y/N shows his three drawings to the enthusiastic art teacher. She smiles happily at the dark art her student shows her. While there are several artistically gifted students, Ms. Ross feels they're creating art to fit in with everyone. Y/N on the other hand has long abandoned the fear of being judged, something that shows up in his intense art style. It's for that very reason that Ms. Ross admires his art; because he makes it for himself to enjoy and not others to judge.

Y/N: I actually made a poster for my brother. He doesn't like Christmas so I did this for him, firm advocate of Pagan originated holidays that guy is. It's pretty funny because my brother is only 11.

Ms. Ross: If I may, what draws you to these Dark themes?

Y/N: My parents and grandad. My dad's a butcher but he can't do it anymore since the place he works for made him a businessman, my mother is a total Goth and her job is an Ornithologist, and my grandad on my dad's side is a total Viking Metal fanatic and ironically studies Viking related artifacts. 

Ms. Ross: They seem unique.

Y/N: Trust me, they are. 

The bell rings and Ms. Ross looks a bit sad. Y/N is her favorite student and is open to anything new despite his extreme attitude and interests. He stands up in his 6'8 glory and gathers his things. Opening his binder, he hands Ms. Ross a drawing of his for her to keep.

Y/N: I know you think my art is unique, so I made this for you to keep. I got the idea after listening to some Christian mom lecture me about the Devil and I think the Book of Genesis. I don't know, I tuned her out and played some Black Sabbath.

Y/N walks to his next class, leaving his art teacher stunned and blushing. Ms. Ross holds the picture to her chest and sighs dreamily. Luckily, this is her planning period and many of the students left quickly as she's considered a weird but laid back teacher. 

Ms. Ross: Is it wrong for a teacher to love her student?

Back with Y/N, he's walking to music class with a cloth guitar case on his back. Along with Art and History, Music is Y/N's favorite subject as well as his strong suit. Not just because of the teacher, but it also acts as an outlet for him to express himself fully. As soon as he walks into the classroom, he notices he's the first one there and greets his teacher.

Y/N: Hey Ms. Dewitt

Ms. Dewitt is a well-endowed African American woman who's in the same program as Ms. Ross, just from a different school. Her eyes are brown while her brown hair is styled into cornrows ending in a ponytail. She usually wears a purple off‐the‐shoulder top and a pair of jeans that hug her lower curves. Her shirt always reveals her white bra underneath, but she doesn't care that much about it. She's easygoing like Ms. Ross and turns a blind eye to minor rules being broken for students with musical talent. 

She smiles at her star student.

Ms. Dewitt: Afternoon Y/N, how's your day been?

Y/N: Same old same old.

The class slowly but surely pours in and Ms. Dewitt takes her place in front of the class. Y/N inwardly groans as he takes this class with the infamous "Perverted Trio". They do make the class entertaining as they're terrible at making music and barely remember any of the lessons Ms. Dewitt taught them. Said teacher clears her throat to get the attention of her students. 

Ms. Dewitt: As you all know, I assigned a project that gives you a chance to skip out on all remaining major tests as this isn't a major class. There weren't that many students who signed up, but today is the deadline to do it. Now who's first?

The Pervert Trio immediately raises their hands and Ms. Dewitt nods. They get their individual instruments, which are a Piano, a Bass (Violin variant), and a Flute. They even have a computer with a keyboard and a drum-pad plugged into a speaker to compensate for their numbers. The three boys nod and play the worst Jazz piece in the world.

https://youtu.be/6s4MSa9hcvw

Ms. Dewitt nervously smiles at the three as they smile proudly. Everyone else goes and their pieces range from good to poor. The ebony teacher smiles like a schoolgirl as Y/N walks to the front and plugs his guitar into an amp. Before he starts, however, gets a weird feeling and hesitates. To him, this is odd as he's never hesitated when it came to rock or metal.

Y/N pov
What the hell is wrong with me? Every time I move to play, something keeps me in place. As a matter of fact, it's pulling me to play something else. This may be dumb, but I stopped fighting the odd feeling and let it guide me. What happens next surprises the absolute fuck out of me.

https://youtu.be/r5xOW62MLxo

After that, I get a splitting headache. Suddenly, I find myself in some weird landscape. Fire coats the land as jagged rocks jut from the scorched land. Volcanoes erupt into the reddish-orange sky as bolts of lightning strike at erratic moments, charring spots in the already black landscape. Magma pours out of the stone formations like waterfalls of death while every volcano spews ash with every minor tremor or eruption. On the ground are bones of misshapen, humanoid creatures as flying demon-like creatures with spaded tails, horns, and red skin that carry screaming humans. All of which have been flayed yet are still alive in a torturous existence. 

It was only for an instant, but felt longer before I blinked and was back in the real world. I sit down, ignoring the shell-shocked classmates and ecstatic teacher. What the hell was that place and why did I feel comfortable there? It was like, my very soul felt as if it was born, raised, lived, and died there a hundred times. Eventually, class ended and I noticed I spaced out during the entire period. Ms. Dewitt walks up to me with a concerned look. 

Ms. Dewitt: Are you ok Y/N? You've never spaced out during a lesson before, especially one where you have to describe a band you like.

Y/N: I'm just out of it is all. Nothing to worry about.

Ms. Dewitt looks skeptical but takes my word for it. I go into my binder and give her one of my saved pictures the Pervert Trio or that Student Council asshole didn't destroy.

Y/N: I managed to save this one from my old collection and wanted to give it to you. It's a bit dark though since that's what I draw.

Ms. Dewitt however smiles at the picture.

Ms. Dewitt: I love it. It represents you as a whole, just like your music. 

 I smile and go to my final class of the day, Literature.

3rd pov
The moment Y/N leaves, Ms. Dewitt giggles like a schoolgirl once more while hugging the drawing to her chest. 

Ms. Dewitt: If only you were older, or maybe if I was younger?

Timeskip brought to you by

Y/N pov
I'm walking around Kuoh to clear my head for a bit. I still can't get over that damn vision I had in Ms. Dewitt's class. It was too realistic to be a simple dream and I felt too comfortable. While walking, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I see a woman in a bat cosplay holding a flyer out to me. I take the flyer and read it. It has some kind of magic circle on it like you use it to summon a demon.

Y/N: "Let your dreams come true"? Yeah right.

I ball up the flyer and throw it away when the girl's not looking. I continue my little walk and make it to a park that people frequent. Since the sun's going down, there's no one here but me and my guitar. I sit down on a bench and strum a few notes on my guitar to clear my head. That place, it's not something you can just forget. Plus, what was that dragging I felt? I wanted to do a Thrash Metal Solo, not a Melodic Death Metal one. I hear footsteps and look up to see, ugh, him.

Hayato Gato, the son of a pretty rich guy that owns the Gato Shipping company. He goes around Kuoh Academy flaunting his money around and even tries to buy his way out of situations. Cause of him, It's hard for Ms. Ross and Ms. Dewitt to be comfortable at that school since he's always making sexual remarks to both of them. He walks up to me with that same ugly smile like we're friends. 

Hayato: Hey there Y/N ol' buddy.

Y/N: I ain't your buddy, Hayato

Hayato: No need to get aggressive, I just came to talk to ya. 

Y/N: Well hurry up, my grandad wants me home before it gets too dark.

Hayato: Are you happy?

Y/N: The fuck kinda question is that?

Hayato: If I'm gonna kill a man, even one I hate more than Devils, I at least want him to be happy with his life.

Before I can say anything, Hayato picks me up and throws me into a tree. Before I can get up, Hayato knees me in the cheek. He keeps kicking me and these kicks send me flying a good distance. How the fuck is he this strong?!? The guy's like a damn twig compared to me, yet he's beating me up like Floyd Mayweather did to Logan Paul! Hayato laughs and grows a pair of Crow-like wings before making a red spear of light. 

Hatayo: Kokabiel said I could keep your sacred gear after I kill you, so have fun in Hell you Satan-worshiping bastard! 

Hayato throws the spear into my chest while I'm trying to get up. I can't react fast enough and get punctured right through the lungs and heart. Hayato decides to rub salt on the wound by breaking my guitar over his knee. Fuck, I really liked that thing. He laughs before flying away, leaving me in a pool of my own blood.

3rd pov
Y/N wakes up in another landscape that looks the same yet drastically different. The sky is covered in dark clouds with blue lightning striking erratically like the first landscape. In the middle of a large crater bordered by outwards pointing rock spikes is a jagged rock forming an incredibly large and wide hand. In the middle of that hand is a pool of blood that feeds into a larger mote of blood around the hand. The hand itself has jagged clawed fingers with bolts of lightning striking the fingers.

Y/N hears cheering below and looks over it and sees a cheering crowd that would put a Death Metal concert to shame. They all consist of humans with no skin on their faces, showing their skulls. Every outfit of the crowd varies yet has a central theme: leather and denim. Either that or they're shirtless if they're a male that is. Strangely enough, some of them still have hair. 

They all cheer in utter joy and euphoria which confuses Y/N. Suddenly, the ground under him shakes, making him almost fall off if he didn't grab onto the rocks in time. He turns around and sees a dragon standing on two legs in a human-like manner. The beast gives a mighty roar, further elevating the crowd's excitement and making them scream even louder.

The dragon raises its hand as if it's reaching for something. Suddenly, a fleshy and demonic guitar flies into the dragon's clawed hand. Like the dragon, the guitar is a large thing and emits an aura of intensity.

The dragon roars before playing a solo on its guitar.

https://youtu.be/4KzJCOGRGao

Y/N is speechless at the dragon's display of skill. The dragon merely chuckles at the amazement and yells to the crowd of monsters in a deep, menacing voice. It should bring a shiver to Y/N's spine, but it doesn't. In fact, he's enjoying the entire display.

(The Dragon's voice) 

https://youtu.be/1XpidHvrS48

Dragon: MOVE TO THE SIDE YOU FACELESS FUCKERS! 

The zombies, as Y/N is going to call them, begin to split down the middle while the Dragon directs them all. 

Dragon: COME ON, FARTHER MOTHERFUCKERS! 

The zombies begin to move at a faster pace. It's as if they're excited for something. Eventually, they're split into two even groups with thousands of them on the left and right side. 

Dragon: I WANT YOU TO KILL THOSE FUCKERS ON THE LEFT AND YOU TO KILL THOSE BASTARDS ON THE RIGHT! NONE OF YOU KILL UNTIL I SAY SO! 

The zombies crouch in anticipation of what's coming next.

Dragon: HOLD! 

The zombies get restless as they wait.

Dragon: HOLD! 

Some of them start attacking each other as a result of their impatience.

Dragon: KILL!!!!

The creatures run at each other and have the largest mosh pit Y/N has ever seen. While he's distracted, he doesn't notice the Dragon shrink down and become a quadruped. The moment he turns around, he's met with glowing red eyes and a face full of smoke.

Dragon: Y/N L/N.

Y/N: H-how the hell do you know my name?

Dragon: My name is Alintor (Al-in-thor), and I am bound to your soul as your Sacred Gear.

Alintor: I was born in the Realm of Metal, where every form of Metal music is represented as a civilization, kingdom, tribe, or even religion. There, I was nothing but a weak human farmer under the control of a tyrannical king that cared not for his people. 

Y/N: That must've sucked, big time.

Alintor: You have no idea. When the war between the Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels broke out, they tried to sway inhabitants from my home to their side. However, none of them allied and stayed either neutral or enemies of the Factions, Pantheons, and Mythologies. However, the king who ruled my village forced us to fight for the Devils, killing a great deal of my people.

Y/N: But how did you become a dragon?

Alintor: I slaughtered monsters and transcended to a higher being. My soul was so saturated with the influence of Metal, that I became the creature you see before you. The three factions tried to turn me into a Sacred Gear like God did to the Heavenly Dragons, but I went on a rampage and killed God and the 4 Devil Kings. Sacred Gears are artifacts created by God that give humans and human hybrids supernatural powers. But the cost is you have a risk of being hunted down or enslaved by another Faction.

Y/N: Then why are you a Sacred Gear?

Alintor: I turned myself into one to find someone like me. Someone who embodies the spirit of Metal like me. Yes, I could've merged with a metal band or metalhead that knows a band's history, but you are unique. You have the soul of someone born in the Land of Metal and a Raging Berserker.

Y/N: What kind of powers do you give me?

Alintor: You need a conduit to pass the power through. That conduit will be the base of your weapon's various forms based on the creatures I've killed throughout my lifetime. It's a strong and versatile ability so long as you train and have the will to subjugate the weapons.

Y/N: I'd use my guitar but that bastard broke it. 

Alintor merely chuckles before presenting a new guitar to Y/N. It's black like his old one, but it's now an actual axe mixed with a guitar.

Alintor: Fixing a human guitar is child's play for me. A mere guitar will never handle the power of these weapons. And a good choice too, the guitar forms are known as "Hunting Horns".

Y/N: Alintor, I think this is the start of an amazing friendship.

Alintor smirks and exhales smoke from his nose.

Alintor: I agree, partner. Now arise.....and show this world 

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

that METAL WILL NEVER DIE!!!!

Y/N wakes up in the same park Hayato killed him before looking at the moon with his orange eyes now having slit pupils and black sclera.

Y/N: I'm coming for you 

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Hayato

End

Here's a final meme to send you off