It's a metaphysics refrence, in case you didn't know...
Hello there, DxD fandom, It's me after a hell of an year turn and work over work to deal with. It might sound like an excuse, but I was also dealing with the horrible disease that is being a lazy bum, and leaving all of my fics to rot over the year, so no excuses. Even so, yeah, here it is, the small Gaspard x Koneko fanfic i've been promising for a while yet didn't had the guts or time to write it. Even so, I hope you can all enjoy this little forgotten fic idea and have a nice turn of year and happy new year. Yay for me, I guess.
As always, DxD doesnt belong to me.
Also, I know the majority of people rather spell it as 'Gasper', but honestly, when you start digging up references and doesn't want to remever yourself about a rather creepy ghost, you get stuck with 'Gaspard' instead. Also, it sounds cooler.
Also, this is the LEAST form of Gaspard's perversion you'll see in this fandom, so yeah.
Tables neatly decorated with proper ruffles and girly decorations? Check.
Cookies, pudding, a bit of milk and other delicious desserts put on the table for the best reach for both parties? Check.
Tea brewed by Akeno-senpai herself just to make sure it's the best way? Check.
Pillows for a more comfortable stay inside that orange box? Check.
Check, check, check.
Gaspard Vladi smiled to himself, adjusting the newly-acquired male Kuoh Academy uniform he asked Rias-senpai specifically for that occasion, blushing seeing his own reflection on the mirror of the Occult research club, all neat and tidy for his eventual... Date. He couldn't help but to stare at his own navel, fiddling his pale, delicate fingers just by thinking about it.
It hasn't been even a week since he became a second-year, all the new responsibilities he had acquire since Akeno-senpai and Rias-senpai were no more there to keep him company in the Occult Research Club room, and while all of his old and new companions were there to cheer him up, he couldn't help but to feel a bit alienated and scared about the new trials of his new school year, not to mention the approaching Azazel Cup and the fact that, if things goes as planned, he'd have to face him own friends and even Issei-senpai, the current Red Dragon Emperor. All of those feelings, fears and weight combined would probably make the old Gaspard hide inside his beloved box, lock all the doors in his room and never come back from the shadows...
The old Gaspard, that is. This time, however, was different. Thanks to his idol and master, his beloved senior Issei Hyoudou, Gaspard could see all the possibilities in a brighter light, and even if things are scary or mysterious for someone like him, a rejected, lonely and scared half-breed, he could at least lift up his head and say, even with trembling lips and the tending jumps back to the orange box, that everything would turn out fine, like his dear Senpai would always say. He was slowly taking better control of his Sacred Gear and Balor seemed to have settled down, Valerie was fine under custody's of the Gremory's, and until the Azazel cup, he had nothing to worry about, he could finally resume his... 'Normal' routine as a servant of Rias Gremory, a student and his cross dressing self... Or so he thought. What he wasn't expecting was Koneko Toujou, a fellow classmate, clubmate and peerage colleague to come closer and say:
"Gaspard-kun, teach me how to go on a date."
Gaspard doesn't remember much after those words of a quick romance, just that he could only repeat the word 'Date' until there was no more air inside his lungs, his vision turning into a complete blur and his descend to the floor, where his head got to get a Date with the ground faster than he could with Koneko, but not before having a one-second stand with the nearby table. Issei said that he could've got brain damage, ironic considering that he was a blond crossdressing Vampire with time-stopping abilities...
Jokes and concussions aside, he was relieved to know that what Koneko actually meant is that she wanted to 'learn' how to be in a proper date for when would be her turn with Issei, she would be ready to impress, and from all the males in their circle, she trusts him the most regarding women and their likes, whatever the heck she means by that.
Gaspard could only sigh in relief, knowing that she just wanted to 'train', so he wouldn't be NTR'ing his beloved senpai behind his back, but at the same time after accepting her offer for their non!date, he grew anxious. I mean, aside from Valerie and the other girls of the Occult Research Club, he didn't have that much knowledge about girls nor much contact with them either, and while Issei could be the so-called future harem king, his participation in the matter could be... Unreliable, same with Yuuto, but for different reasons. Apparently, Koneko chose him for their non!date specifically because he's that 'harmless' and inexperienced in those Dating ideas, and in one form or another, she could grasp the simplest idea of such, so that when Issei choose her for a date, she'd be ready.
With all due respect, considering his senpai's record of dating girls of his harem, Gaspard was in no hurry...
And so, the date is set. And by date, we mean a small simulation of a café in his little orange box in the Occult Research Club room, a situation where all girls claimed it was kind of adorable. Hey! He might not be that Gaspard from before, but old habits are hard to die, and even harder to kill. He thanked all the Vampire deities that Koneko accepted his conditions, so in return, he did everything in his power to make sure that would be the best non!date of her life, second only to senpai's, when he... Eventually... Ask her... On a date...Eventually... One day... Maybe...
Too much? Yes? Okay, then...
But anyway, everything Indeed, for asking advices from all the girls he knew, to ask Akeno-senpai to brew the best tea she could think of, ask senpai for the best confectionaries and all the things Koneko likes; to all the small details such as the cat-themed napkins and the aforementioned male Kuoh uniform so that things couldn't get awkward(er) between them, since he knew the red dragon wouldn't crossdress during a date. He still hasn't been able to get the hang out of the fact he's wearing pants, specially the 'intimate grip' he's feeling down there, but looking at the mirror, he feels more like Issei now, and that was the boost he needed in his confidence to get on with the non!date. He'd be wearing Issei's trademark red shirt too, but someone or someones has been stealing those to do God knows what...
Looking at the mirror to adjust his tie and collar, he again blushed with his own reflection and the fact he was actually going on a non!date with Koneko, even if said non!date was just a meeting between the two in a larger box filled with snacks and tea. His mind couldn't still wrap around such fact, but for today, he shakes his head and puts on his best grin: for today, he's not Gaspard. Oh no, today he's Koneko's non!date, and for today, he'll be bold, classy, gentle-manly and above of all, sure of himself! Couldn't let Issei-senpai's lectures about being a man gone to waste, he has a wonderful pair of balls down there to be proud of, even if said pair is being squeezed by his pants now; but no matter. Today, he's going to be a man!
*KNOCK-KNOCK!*
"Eeeek~!" Eventually, of course, because the scared shriek he just let out was anything but manly. Fortunately, his better judgement got the best out of him as he didn't jump right into the nearest orange box around and ruin the date. Instead, he bites his lower lips so no more girly screams could escape his lips, gulps his lasts drops of fear and regret, and recompose himself, tapping his palms a few times on his pale cheeks so that he could stay in the game, regretting soon after since it also turned his face into a big tomato of hurt. At least the pain helped him stay focused, and instead he turns to the door. "I-I mean... C-Coming!"
Peace of mind, calm heart, act manly and certainly, those were the things he's hammering inside his little dumbhir head as for now. No time to be a weakling and a coward, as senpai would say, he must act proud to have a wonderful pair of balls between his legs, and that was enough to make him walk towards said door at a robotic pace and answer it. The moment he touched the knob, however, his world stops. It wasn't the cold metal of Said knob, nor the breeze entering the room, but what would be the outcome of their non!date. Couldn't be worse than the outcome of senpai's first date, that's for sure(too soon?), but again, this is his first date, and no matter how many heads up, tips or tea he has with himself, things could always get worse from there.
...
No. No! He can't think like that! He has to keep his head up and hope for the best. If you think you've lost since the beginning, then you're as good as dead. It took Gaspard another while to finally muster the courage to turn the knob and answer the call, and for a moment, all the bad thoughts and uncertainness came back, and he even consider giving up. But for a second moment, his mind figure what he should do!
'I must think... Like Issei-senpai!'
And then...!
"Hello, Gaspard-kun..."
"Good evening, mademoiselle. May I escort you to the local where I prepared the arrangements for our lovely experimental encounter?"
"..."
"..."
...
It took him a second to realize, and when it did, Gaspard started to sweat a river. In front of him, Toujou Koneko, the mascot of Kuoh Academy and fellow peerage member, wearing the typical Kuoh uniform with her trademark black kitty hair clip and stoic expression, could only blink once in surprise, before her stare could be reduced to half an eyelid shut. As one would said, she was not amused, and this only made Gaspard feel worse. The Dhampir boy became mute after such, lips trembling and tearing eyes as the space between that embarrassing introduction and now grew more and more, yet no other words shared between the two parties. In the end, Koneko sighed...
"Yeah. Hi, too." She said in her normal monotone tone, passing the statue of a boy to enter the Occult Research Club turned-café. Unimpressed she was, and down he goes. She was fortunately looking away from him so he could tear up and whine a little bit for that starting fiasco, knowing that, if things continue like that, it can only get worse. A mental slap, that was all he needed to be back at the game, turning around with the best smile he could muster at the moment, seeing her looking at the large box with the table, tea and snacks, observing it with curiosity. "Is this... Where we're gonna practice?"
"A-Ah! Yes. I prepared everything so that... I'd be... Neat and like a café..." He blushes, tightly frowning his entire face for her silent judgement. Koneko, however, was in fact surprised how much effort he put in that arrangement, and the kitty napkins were kinda cute, not to mention the smell of warm milk lingering around one of the cups. She blushes a little, looking at him again, still on the stop, sweating and his entire face frowning it was almost turning inside out.
"It's nice." She simply says, and that was enough to snap Gaspard away from his daze, he looks back at her, and the small blush and her nod of approval made him smile, looking at his own fiddling fingers in bliss and relief, his face burning with the same intensity as the tea on the table. He soon recovers from this other daze to pay attention on the moment. He might've hit a good one now, but the non!date was still going. He must keep focus and pace.
"Thank you... Ah! Yes! We should... Should sit now." He stumbles a little on his words, but even so, Gaspard walks for her side of the box, and adjusts the little black cushion of where she would sit. All set and done, he opens space for her in the box. "Uuuuh~... Here, Koneko-chan. I-I... Prepared the cushion for you... I hope it's... Comfortable."
"Thanks." She murmurs, maintaining her state fixated on the table, adjusting her skirt so there was no wardrobe malfunction or a small grip on it. Like expected, Koneko sits on her heels, taking a deep breath to get used to that position. All done, Gaspard takes a breath of relief before going to the other side of the box and sit on his own cushion, legs folded in front of himself like he use to do. A minute of silence.
"And... Here! Napkins for you and me! I asked Akeno-senpai to brew us her best tea, b-but if you don't want it, I have coffee and... Hot milk. Oh! And the cakes from that café Rias-senpai used to go... And sugar and sweetener... If you want." And as fast as he could, the blond dhampir pointed at everything in front of them, from the small cups for each one of them, for the small variety of cakes spread all over the table, the fancy tea jar and the equally fancy milk jar, and the incongruous thermos holding the coffee. Again, a small pinky tint decorated Koneko's cheeks, alternating her stare from all the drool-inducing confectionaries on the table to the doll-like Bishop doing his best to maintain his smile for her, back at the fancy table and the goods. Wait, so the dumb Dhampir give himself all that work for that non!date, all for her? She couldn't stop blinking, trying to process all that information. The moment they agreed to have a non!date in the Occult Research Club, in his box, she was already waiting for a small(er) scale simulation, with they only staring at each other until he freaks out and she having to leave to give him some space. But now, even with all the sweat and tremblings, Gaspard was stout and strong, and she was the one having second thoughts. Unknown to her own monologue, he scratches his cheek seeing the silence between them. "Uuuuh~... I-I'm Sorry, Koneko-chan... If I'm missing anything..."
"No. It's good. Nice, Gaspard-kun." She speaks, nodding at him and taking a small nip out of the pudding next to her. Her eyes wide for how delicious that little piece of milky Good was, her cat ears popping out of her head to flick left and right in silent euphoria, surprising her Dhampir date. Soon the ears flicked back, and she put the spoon down again to look at him. She blinks, he blinks, and then a smile. "It's delicious. Thank you."
"Waaaah~... I mean! Uh-muh! Even for a... A... a non!date, a man should do the best!" He slap himself away from the compliment-induced reverie to furiously nod at her words, his face almost exploding yet a genuine smile of joy and accomplishment spread all over it.
Koneko would normally think that reaction was creepy, but he was almost beaming with excitement and breaking such would be rude. Also, even if only inside her head, she appreciated it, she liked it, it was cute, a bit too cute, but cute nonetheless. As for Gaspard, he could only take a deep breath and smile to himself. Despite the rocky start, as for now, everything is going smooth and slow, she likes the arrangement, she likes the sweets, and he hasn't jump into the nearest carton cube yet, so this could be only a good sign, right? Right. He just needs to keep his head and heart on check, move the conversation slowly, and in no time, the date would be over! He just needs to... Needs to...
...
'H-H-HOW DO I KEEP ON WITH THE DATE?!'
Yes, indeed. Everything was good, everything was fine, the sweets were on point, the tea, coffee and milk were still warm, and the kitten napkins were arranged perfectly with the rest of the table. It was the recipe for a good date, and all he needed was to keep on with and end it with a golden key, like a perfect date, no matter how microcosmical, has to. However, the question was: how is he suppose to do that?! Everything was fine and dandy, but the moment all the glitter and surprise from his arrangements faded, all there was now is a Nekomata and a dhampir on a orange box in the middle of the room. Sounds like the start of a joke, but Gaspard couldn't find any reason to laugh...
"Ah... Ahahah... Ahahah..." even with the cruel question without answer, he still needs to be positive and leading for the whole situation, so he smiles, he smiles while his faltering laugh would denounce his current mood along with the creepy face of someone trying too hard, still not but certainly trying to break Koneko's promise of a polite date. He took a quick nick of the cheery pie, quietly munching it along with her, and the pause. One minute passes. Another bite, another pause... Geez, if there was a way to break the ice. He snaps his fingers! Of course! "Uh... Well... Ah! L-Lovely weather, we're having, right? I mean... Isn't it nice?"
"I... I guess." She responds, looking for one of the walls. Gaspard's face falters, realizing the lack of open windows to give him any heads up. It was an indoor date, and there were no windows, so the subject died there.
"Y-Yeah..." That's so embarrassing, he couldn't figure if The steam was coming from the milk jar or his own burning ears. Koneko pours some coffee and milk on her cup, mix them up and take a quick sip. Pause, no words. Gaspard does the same, this time with tea, and takes a sip, and then Pause. Another idea pops into his head. "Oh! Uh~... Koneko-chan, at least... Oh! Are you using perfume? It's... It's nice! Super nice! It smells nice!"
"No, I'm not." She simply replies, making both look around in curiosity, specially Gaspard. What the...? So from where that sweet scent was coming from? It was close, but not enough, and it isn't coming from the snacks either. He couldn't think of anything else, but then he turns to Koneko, who was now pointing at the floor, or rather, the box, making him make a question mark, and blush in realization: "I think it's the box. Orange box, huh?"
"Y-Yeah..." And with nothing else to say, he lowers his head apologetically. The nekomata said nothing, but he could bet all of his dresses that she was just silently judging him. However, she hums something.
"It's nice." She murmurs, taming another bite from the pudding. Was that a genuine comment, or just something to make him feel less guilty? He doesn't know, and honestly, that was what keep him from expressing anything else but that uneasy smile. Calm down, calm down, the date is still going, there's still time to save it from any other breaking speech disaster. He gulps a hard one again, takes a deep breath, and tries yet again:
"K-Koneko-chan, how does it feel, huh? I mean, we're already second-years! Time sure flies, d-doesn't it? I wonder how it feels like... To be a senpai now~!" He jumps on his seat and makes a pump-up pose, trying to pass on that he was really excited about becoming a second-year student along with her. "Can you imagine? All the responsibilities, the possibilities of a cool school field trip, the new chores he'll have to deal with the school ground, the... New transferred students and new ones to get used to... And to start thinking about university and work... A-And... To the subjects getting harder... And to g-grow up and maybe never see... Our senpais again... And... And... And..."
"..."
"Uuuuuuh~...!" Great, now he made himself sad. Sure, his days as a second-year has barely started, but putting everything in perspective, he already want it to end, covering his blushing face in fear as his pointy ears would steam out of control. Maybe it was a mistake, he has done nothing but to trip one time after the other, and honestly, Koneko-chan was probably getting tired of hearing his voice. He sighs, lowering his hands so he could hug his own legs, supporting his chin on his soft knees, still red as a tomato. "I'm sorry, Koneko-chan, I really am. And not just about that... Sorry if... I can't be like senpai..."
"..."
Boy, wasn't that a little too harsh on himself? But it's true, after all. No matter how many times he tries to simulate the Red dragon Emperor, copy his mannerisms and mentality, and even his 'never-giving-up!' Showy attitude, his heart couldn't take the blows of failure, and in the end, no matter who he tries to assimilate, he's just the little, coward, fragile Gaspard Vladi, and nothing else.
Maybe people were right, there was nothing manly or virile about him, and anyone could pass him as a girly girl, he wouldn't blame them, nor that he could do anything about it anyway. He buries his forehead on his own knees, teary eyes ready to burst out, and not even daring to look at Koneko-chan, her stare would be enough to shatter the little of confidence he still has, and make him go back at square one. Silence yet again, no words from either party. He doesn't know what would happen now. Would she just stand up and leave? Most likely, and honestly, what he was expecting her to do. The date was over, and so his day...
Just like any day...
...
"Gaspard-kun, here."
"K-Koneko-ch-...?" Gaspard lifted his head so he could be a gentleman and respond to Koneko's call one last time, but before any answer could come from his mouth, something invaded in a second, shutting him up with something cold, hard... Sweet? He blinks once, twice, then notices that what entered his mouth was the silver spoon from the tea arrangement, being carried by noone other than his non!date, who was directly staring at him. She removed Said spoon from his mouth, leaving only the sweet scent and taste of pudding in it. He munches a few times, gulps it down then looks back at her. "H-Huh~... Well~...!"
"Was it tasty?"
"Eh...?" He jumps once for her sudden question, confused.
"The pudding. Was it tasty?" She repeats herself, her hand still holding the silver spoon between her fingers. He was at lost of words, eyes darting everywhere to have some ground he could hold up to. He was so down, and the comeback came so suddenly, he needed something to pin himself down. Unfortunately, it all ended in front of him, where Koneko Toujou stood, but for some reason, just by looking at her, words were already forming inside his mind.
"I-It... It's delicious!" He spurts, nodding at her. Koneko smiles, taking a spoonful out of the tasty treat for herself. She nods as well. Silence again, the fire inside him dies again, and he lowers his head a little, embarrassed. "Huh... Koneko-chan...?"
"Do you like your coffee black, with sugar or sweetener?" She darts him with another lightning question before he could finish, picking the thermos bottle and pouring some coffee On two cups, putting the sugar/sweetener pots right next to it. He was at daze while she does it so, and snapped back when said thermos so loudly hit the table, in which he nodded his head like a stubborn bowling pin.
"U-Uuh~... Sweetener, please." Because just because you're a vampire, you shouldn't neglect a healthier alternative as Valerie would said. On accord, Koneko picked and ripped a small sweetener badge and dipped its sweet grains on his cup to pass it to him, while also putting two sugar cubes for her own. Still a little confused, Gaspard could only mirror her spoon movement to mix his drink and then took a quick sip out of it. Shock! He makes a face, feeling the bitter liquid he gulped down his system, the sweetener not helping at all, even making it taste worse. Even so, he drinks it wholly, then puts his cup and plate down, sticking his tongue out. Maybe he wasn't as grown-up as his title as a second-year made him believe. "Yuck...!"
"Bitter. Ugh." He shots his eyes to Koneko, surprised to see that she had the same reaction as his, if not a bit more contained. She stares back, and one, two seconds pass, and in the end, both burst down in giggles, cute giggles between friends. Koneko then reaches for the tea jar to pour some for themselves. Again, a satchel of sweetener, two sugar cubes. They drink, and the sweeter taste makes them smile to each other. "Better."
"Yep! Much better." He laughs quietly, snapping back once he becomes self-aware or the current situation. He sulks on his own legs, while his stare would swiftly drift away from her, going down with the more melancholic thoughts. As always, his refuge in his box. "Koneko-chan, I..."
"Gaspard-kun, I'm sorry too..."
"Eh...?" Her words came out as a surprise for him, as he blinks back to stare at his nekomata non!date. He gasps with her current situation: eyes down, sulking demeanor, the cat ears on top of her head flipping a few times before laying low, stare going adrift, just like him. But what for? "Koneko-chan...?"
"I'm sorry... If this date isn't going the way you planned. It's my first time too. My bad." She intone in a lower, whispering voice, her ears flipping a little in apparent discomfort. Gaspard wide his eyes in surprise, letting a small gasp left his mouth. Wait, is she also... Lost in that situation? He seriously doesn't know how to feel now: relieved? That would be rude. Sympathetic? Well, kinda, but that only would make her feel worse. Amused? Not his thing, mind you. The only thing he could do in the moment was a bit of comfort the only way he knew how: placing a hand on top of hers on the table, giving it a light rub.
"Err~... D-D-Don't be... It's hard... I'm sorry too." He musters to say it, looking at his own hand over hers, tapping a few times. He looks back at her, and her stare shifts from his hand to him, taken back but his bold(well, at least coming from him.) gestures. He scratches his own cheek with a finger, looking away for a bit, taking a sip out of his tea, then looking back. For some reason, it was like his hand got stuck on the back of her own, not that he was complaining, it was warm and nice. He looks back, and tries to smile. "B-But... Well... We don't know how to deal with this, but... But at least... We still got desserts and tea..."
"..." She lowers her head, taking another sip from her cup of tea, and sighs, quietly hiding her blushing face with the little cup and the steam coming from it. She won't say it, but the feeling on his hand on hers is nice, it feels nice, it makes her happy. There is a pause. "Yeah, you're right."
And they resumed with the non!date their own way, sharing a low laugh with each other. After that, for some reason, Gaspard felt like a huge weight was lift from his shoulders. Sure, he's a bit upset about how it turned out, but now that he knows that neither of them could make that situation any more comfortable, surprisingly that made things a lot more tolerable. No other words were share anymore, only the sound of munching, eating, drinking and pouring, and honestly, he couldn't be more at home with that direction the non!date is heading. No words, no actions, only the company of one another, and that was all he needs to feel at ease...
Koneko as well. Surrounded by beautiful and bountiful senpai's, not to mention the figure of her own sister, she knows exactly how to feel a bit off. Issei was a lot of things, things she loves, but a pervert above all else, and her lack of... 'Charms' would bother her to no end. The only thing she could grasp upon herself was at least a personality, so maybe she could use that as a boost into her appeal until the time she starts developing a bit more. Alas, her personality would need a lot more work for Issei to look at her the way she wanted, so she needs to practice, a lot, and who better to practice with than the shy, wimpy Dhampir, the butt of every joke? Turns out... His effort to make that non!date work came as a surprise for her, and even with all the slips and facefaults from his typical personality, all of those actually made it even more special. Just like with the other girls, she was starting to feel a bit self-conscious. Her personality sure needs... A lot of work.
All of that negative feelings, self-consciousness, awkwardness, trembling lips and nervous wreckage vanished as soon as they shared some thoughts and now cookies and tea. For some reason, all of that silence and company was soothing, calming, and once in a while, their hands would reach for the same piece of dessert and slightly touch, making them back off a bit, sharing a bit of warmth with each other, it was nice. The non!date didn't walk the way it suppose to, but he couldn't be happier about this new outcome.
Before they knew it, it was all done. The last piece of pudding and cookie was gone, and while the bitter coffee was still there, the tea jar found itself empty. Gaspard looks at the empty table, back to Koneko, and awkwardly smiles, feeling the uneasiness building up again. Some things never change...
"So... I guess this is it." He sighs, she's going adrift elsewhere to avoid looking at her anymore, now lowering his head. Her response, a simple shy nod, came undetected for him.
"Gaspard-kun, I..."
"Koneko-Chan...!" And suddenly, he grabs both her hands and shots himself up in her direction, golden eyes wide in surprise for such a bold move. She was going to comfort him a little bit for all of his hard work through the non!date, but seeing him going ape was enough even for herself! He was blushing, he was trembling like a stick on the wind, but now that things were done, there was no turning back now. "I'm sorry! I know I can't ever be like senpai, act like him or take you to a date like that, but when you asked me to help you get used to a date, it... It made me very happy! If... If... If you ever want some help from me, even after all of that, I'll... I'll be very happy to do this again! I'll... I'll do my best next time, every single time! I just... Want to be useful... Koneko-chan..."
"..."
"...!"
...
Silence, now.
"Thank you, Gaspard-kun." Teary eyes made him almost impossible to look forward, but when he did, he could see now Koneko-chan sporting a small smile on her face, also picking his hands now with her own, closing them in a tight grip. So warm and fuzzy, she takes a deep breath. "I'm... Sorry, too. I don't have much breasts like our senpai's, and I don't know a thing about this Date thing, so... It got awkward. My bad. If you're really want to keep it like that... You can help me more times... If you want."
"I... I'd love to!" He smiles, she blushes, and he giggles.
Both with dating skills, both with no knowledge about each other, yet, somehow, the date was still going for about an hour later, and later, they'd settle with another one in the future, this time, with no tricks, plays or any other form of place. A date without anything but themselves, and Gaspard And Koneko, surprisingly, were okay with such. Gaspard doesn't need to be like Issei, and Koneko doesn't need to be like her sister or senpai's, they just needed to have each other to have a good time, although Koneko would like a dessert or two, and akeno-senpai would love to make them so more tea. Even so, it was a fun non!date, it was a pleasant afternoon...
Little did they realize, in that little moment between the two, they are the magi...
And we close with an O. Henry reference...
Now, did I write this story? The majority of the fandom is more concerned about how Issei works, lemons and tons and tons and tons of OC's, little space for some goodol' fashioned pairings and ships, like my favorite Vali x Kuroka, Xenovia x Yuuto, Saji's own harem, Sairaorg x Sou-sou and so on and on, and I bet it'll raise some questions about the M-rating. I'll explain it that, first
1), if you know my writing, you know I'll perverse this pairing in the next chapter, lots of lemons with a new thing I want to write between those two. It might take a while, but I'll get there, and;
2) I really want people to realize you can write a decent fic with gaspard as a MAN. I might not, but maybe you can. I mean, seriously, if you can't think of Gaspard as a man, okay, fine, but don't perverse his character to a female just because of that.
I know there are several other fics that portrays either Yuuto or Vali as female, but Gaspard is a different thing because his personality and mannerism plays a lot on his characterization and development, and Issei's own as well. Why change his gender? So that your Issei-INO or your OC have another hole to fill? It always bothers me that even people like MxC write Gaspard as a girl just to have one more in the totem harem.
His interactions with issei also plays an important part in the latter's personality: Issei tries to help him despite the fact that Gaspard is a crossdressing cute boy. You'd expect him to make fun of him(which he did earlier, I admit) or shove him as a homo joke left and right, but in the end, he helps him regardlessly, saying that the people issei helps doesn't have to be a harem candidate to get his help. I have yet to see someone turning Gaspard into a girl for the sake of storytelling instead fuck-hole, or so that they OC's or even the writers don't feel uncomfortable by lusting over that cute boy, which is by itself stupid and with a little lowkey homophobic. I LUST OVER SOME CUTE GIRLS IN ANIME TOO, AND THAT'S FINE BY ME!
anyway, enough about my rant, I hope this isn't the first or last fanfic with gaspard as a main, slash or not. Regardlessly, I hope you enjoyed this fic, leave a pretty review and have a nice year. Greetings~.