Just a side note, this was written before I went on a "break"
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edit: grammur and spellungs
Quit Staring at Me, That's Rude
〖Prologue〗
⦕ The Okayish Life of Hyoudou Issei ⦖
For many hormone-driven teenagers, nabbing a girlfriend or a boyfriend during high school was one of the unspoken rites toward adulthood, just like learning how to pay taxes on their own or how to ride a two-wheeled bike when they were snotty kids. For Issei, it was a waste of time, money, and a potential landmine waiting to blow his heart into pieces. All divorces are caused by marriage; this was a fact. Some of his friends claimed 7 out of 10 relationships were successful, thus he should at least give it a try.
He argued by stating, "If you're sitting on a plane to skydive, then the random guy next to you said 7 out of 10 parachutes might malfunction, you still gonna jump?"
They laughed, sure, but his point was caught. Just like how the ground caught that unlucky bastard. Whatever remained of them, anyway.
Maybe he just hadn't reached that mental age yet to feel the need for some other living being to make him feel 'complete' — whatever the hell that meant. Gods knew Murayama and Katase liked those kinds of romantic things. Crap like soulmates and the special one. Good for them to have a vivid dream of their future spouse, but he was only 18. And without a stable job or decent income nor a bright prospect in fields that might earn him a buttload of money to be sure his family wouldn't starve to death.
He didn't feel more mature than his peers or smart either. Nor was he unique, as some of the boys did share his view regarding relationships, albeit theirs were caused by past heartbreaks. Which was also one of the reasons he didn't want to start one. Call him a coward, but why on earth would people willingly open their heart to some other people that might mess it all up?
Sure there were cute couples in the school. Staring at them made him feel like he'd gotten diabetes. But there also existed girls or boys that spent the entire break bawling their eyes out because their special friend was found cheating.
So it wasn't him that felt mature; he just couldn't trust peers his age to be mature enough. He'd rather not risk running out of tissues or feel the first slap of heartbreak just because he wanted to join the trend. Besides, the mature ones were the happy couples that already looked like they'd grow old together.
Issei wasn't smart. Not academically, at least. His grades swam from C to D and very rarely a B on a nice day. The only A's he had ever gotten were during English exams. Not because he paid more attention during English classes either —he paid equal attention in all classes because he didn't want to be rude to the teachers, though he rarely got what on earth they were spitting— but because of his smackdab average hobbies.
Playing video games and movies. Plenty of those visual and digital entertainment were only released in the English language, and even though he was a bona fide Japanese, he found reading actual letters instead of squiggly kanjis to be easier and faster. The letter A was significantly different to the letter B, as well as C, all the way to Z. Meanwhile, 甘 and 廿 meant 'sweet' and the number 20 respectively.
Yes. Precisely. What the fuck. Those looked like food containers.
Don't even get him started in Mandarin. The word 'ma' could mean "mother," "horse," "rough", or "scold." Try translating the phrase "mother horse scolds roughly" into that cursed language.
Not to say English wasn't without its own issues, but it was one of the easiest languages to learn in the world as well as one of the most ridiculous ones for a reason. For example, 'there are no rules' is pronounced the same as 'their our know rules'. It didn't help that the internet people seemed to confuse the word 'then' and 'than'. Or why it was swim-swam-swum, sing-sang-sung, but not bring-brang-brung. Or why there's no put-putted-putted when there is a rut-rutted-rutted. Or why bomb, tomb, comb doesn't rhyme.
On the flip side, learning English made him able to pronounce the mystical letter 'L', a letter that didn't exist in the Japanese language, with its nearest replacement being 'R'. Not, as this must be stated to combat misinformation, because the Japanese people were collectively taking the piss out of the westerners, or because they were all people with very short tongues.
He was one of the living proof.
His tongue could touch the tip of his nose. Aika said whoever became his girlfriend would be very lucky.
Issei understood and appreciated that innuendo, and he had laughed along with his pervy female classmate that didn't get as much flak as the other two perverts because they were guys. Double standard and all that. While he wasn't interested in relationships, he wasn't a deadbeat loser without a sense of humor. He wasn't the class clown by any means, and plenty believed he'd be one of the popular boys if not for the flock he was in.
The Notorious M's.
Two idiots that always got themselves into trouble with the girls. Kendo girls, track girls, soccer girls, or just girls in general. He never understood their obsession with panties or boobies. Not to say he was a pure minded boy. Just ask his internet browser history. Issei just couldn't get why they just have to risk getting expelled for peeping into their locker room via a tiny peephole.
Or why they weren't expelled already. Maybe because Kuoh Academy was a private school and didn't want to ruin their flawless no-dropout record? Or maybe their parents were friends with the school's owners? Or maybe the school just didn't care about blatant sexual harassment. Which would be fucked up.
Either way, they might be perverted morons, but they were his morons since his sophomore years. They have to kill someone to make him consider leaving them. After all, they never left him behind. Matsuda paired up with him during his first gym class when nobody wanted to pair up with the new kid. Motohama flicked a piece of paper containing answers to his table when he forgot he had a Biology exam that day.
Y'know. Standard loyalty stuff. He'd never trade them for a billion dollars, which worth more than a billion yen.
Cheating is bad, but who cares? Everyone plagiarizes at some point in their life, and he knew damn well his life's success wouldn't be determined by how much work he put in understanding the difference between the epidermis layer and dermis. Maybe if he wanted to be a scientist poking amoebas for fun, but Issei was a far cry from a nerd. Biology and Chemistry melt his brain.
He, at the very least, knew how and when to work hard. During group projects, for example, when other people would be impacted by his work rate. He'd hate himself if he caused people to get lower scores because he didn't do his part. He didn't want to be that asshole who only hitchhiked either.
Then again, maybe that was why he wasn't ready for a relationship. Although it was inevitable and people did get hurt all the time; the idea of hurting other people emotionally greatly terrified him. He didn't aspire to be a perfect boyfriend, but he did aspire to be a decent person.
So when a girl from another school approached him on his way home, and asked him straight out to go out with her, and that she had been watching him all this time, his answer was a blunt "Hell no."
And he headed straight home, quickening his paces, because he didn't need to be taught that stalkers were definite red flags. Yandere, no matter how anime (Japanese cartoons the westerners always seemed to go bananas when someone said it was cartoon) depicted them as cute and adorably caring when they weren't being psychopaths, were freaks in reality and should be put in jail.
Break
"Hey mom! I'm a robber!" Issei announced, for he had arrived home safely. A standard 'welcome back' came from the living room, where no doubt his dear mother had perched herself comfortably on the couch, watching her usual afternoon soap operas.
Why were they called soap operas anyway? What did it have to do with soaps? Was it because he wanted to scrub his eyes and ears with bleach after watching a single episode?
Pushing those stray thoughts away, he took off his sneakers and placed them neatly on the shoe rack, for Issei did not want to get told off for not putting his shoes properly, and made his way up to his room.
In the middle of the stairs, however, he shouted, "Mom! If there's some girl asking for me, tell her I'm sleeping! Or dead."
"Sure thing, honey!"
He knew for a thousand percent that his mother heard him but wasn't paying any attention, as otherwise Mama Hyoudou would have freaked out, thinking her loveless son had finally given romance a fair chance, or scolded him for his humor, stating the state of being unalive was not one to joke about. Which was strange, because dead baby jokes killed his sides more than the live ones. Black comedy, ladies and gentlemen; the more fucked up it is, the more people that might take offense, the funnier it gets.
Odd how there's no white comedy. As he walked in his bedroom, he idly wondered if they were going to make a protest about that inequality or add more made up words to the dictionary. All words were made up anyway so…go nuts, he supposed.
His after school routine was, by no means, impressive.
Dump bag to desk, get clothes, take a shower (a cold one because he's a man. And because electricity bills exist and paid by his parents), wear clothes, and either A: stay in his bedroom watching a new movie, catch up to his anime episodes, or play 'vidya' games as his father once said, being the boomer he was, or B: go out for a walk to nowhere in particular and waste his pocket money.
Not on porn or animated porn, because why spend money when free ones exist on the internet? He'd rather save some for his future self to splurge on blackjack and hookers and drinks. He had tinfoil-hat theories as to why the Japanese legal drinking age was 20 instead of 18 or 16 like most countries, and he firmly believed the young adults just didn't want the younger adults to have fun.
Although it would be wise of him to stay home after that freak encounter, Issei wasn't feeling it. So he went out after letting his mother know. She was still glued to the TV. Soap operas to housewives, he supposed, were like superhero movies to general audience. It's formulaic, it's safe, you know how it'll end, people scream, the villain loses and the heroes win, but can be pretty enjoyable if they were self-aware and doesn't take itself too seriously.
He remembered watching Captain Marvel. To this day he still wished he hadn't.
Then he remembered the female-only remakes of male-starred movies that didn't have to be remade. He wondered what would happen if they did the opposite and did an all male cast from a female only movie. Like Sex and the City.
Women power and all that, but did it ever have to be a competition between the two genders? Just make the pay equal already and make good movies. The people that barely earned an inch of their salary wanted to watch good movies, not be lectured.
And why not remake a Brokeback Mountain with mostly female cast? That'd be a banger of a horny movie.
Thus, the not-so-wise but not-so-dumb Issei Hyoudou got himself a pair of popsicles to stop his mystical debate. One melon flavored and the other chocolate. Not because he wanted to, but because he won the other one for free. Elsewise he'd have picked another melon popsicle; chocolate, as it turned out, was not for him. Too artificially sweet. He'd likely give it to some brats in the park, or eat it anyway because it was a rather hot day for spring.
He strutted to the town's park. Kuoh Park, it was called, because the name-giver couldn't be bothered to be original. There, he took a seat by one of the green metallic benches, after making sure it wasn't wet with paint, obviously. Learn from past mistake and such, and because children were little assholes that thought getting rid of the 'WET PAINT' signs and ruining people's shirt was hilarious.
He had threatened them by suing their mothers. Who's laughing then? Not them, that's for sure.
He'd never actually do that, but he'd never miss the chance of scaring some kids with semblances of the harsh realities adults must face. If it was legal, he would be more than happy to pick them up and throw them to see how far they would go. Not to hurt them either, purely for the heck of it.
But today, in this fine if not a bit warm late afternoon, there was no wet paint, and Issei sat down with confidence, and just sat there, watching the kids running around, silently hoping one of them might trip and fall so he could laugh at them and feel better about himself because he wasn't as stupid. No one tripped, sadly, so Issei drew out his phone and checked for his messages.
He didn't have apps like Dik Doks or Bingestagram. Not because he hated people trying to make themselves famous through doing stupid shit, but because he'd just feel sad, sometimes even envious when he was feeling a bit down in the slumps. His family wasn't rich. Not poor, but not rich. Adequately wealthy, he supposed. They could afford to eat luxuriously during big yearly events, but traveling out of the country was a no-go.
So instead of feeling jealous from time to time or question humanity as a whole; he got rid of them. His days had only been brighter since then. Some people were toxic, but that didn't mean he should or want to be toxic.
Regardless of their purpose, to show the world or even to brag, social media was not for him, he concluded, and that it was fine. He used LINE purely for its convenience and since all his classmates used it to share homework reminders and answers. And because he wasn't a social recluse that didn't want to connect with his friend just because he thought most social media was a bragging platform.
It wouldn't be fair to them otherwise, and that would just hurt him in the long run.
Having connections, according to his dad, was more crucial than having the right skill sets.
No new messages yet. Made sense since most of his peers were doing their club activities. Matsuda and Motohama were probably asleep as usual, or went on a date with Rosie Palms. So Issei stored his phone in his sling bag, and finished his melon popsicle, dumping them to the garbage can nearby, and walked around some more.
Lonely? No. He liked being alone and understood there were differences between being alone and being lonely. He felt lonely when he was surrounded by crowd, actually. The most obvious one was definitely the mood. He wasn't feeling down or sad or happy — just neutral. Content, he surmised, if not a bit bored. He took in the same view he had seen when he was just like one of those screaming little kids. Not much had changed since then. Only the people.
Without a peculiar thought in his mind, he stared off into the horizon, watching the setting sun as the skies turned orange. Soon, he'd thought, the PA would tell the kids to fuck off to their house. Soon the mothers would leave too. The park would darken and the streetlights would turn on. Occasionally some of the track girls would pass him by, sparing a wave whilst continuing their afternoon jog.
Just like the residents of Kuoh have done for the past 18 years, only with different people.
His life wasn't the most exciting life in the world. Not even in this small town. Probably not even in his neighborhood. But it was an alright one. The dull cycle of wake up-eat-study-sleep might be torture for most, but, to him, personally, the tediousness only made the excitements more memorable. Maybe that was just him telling himself that so he wouldn't feel too bad, but did it matter? Since when did anyone must have a reason to just feel alright?
Everyone seemed to always aim high and dream higher, and while he understood ambition was necessary, had those people ever felt content?
Work hard, play hard, earn hard, die anyway.
His friends found that depressing when they happened to be talking about their future, but it was the other way around for him. It brought solace instead. A strange kind of comfort that set him free from the concern and stressful meaning of being successful. Of death, anyone, everyone, tomorrow, religions, uncertainties, certainties, and the list went on and on. It was believed that life would flash before his eyes just before he died. He found it to be true; it's called life.
Living is just dying at an indeterminable rate.
Issei knew, however, that he couldn't escape on who he really was; a human being that would have to compete with each other. He just wished he would be able to stay good. Not perfect because that seemed dreadfully awful and two-faced as heck, but just decent. He wanted to be remembered as 'yeah, he's a good dude'. And maybe find some purpose in his life, because he sure as hell had no idea insofar as he'd remained breathing and conscious.
But that definitely was not to be someone's comfort boyfriend — because here she came again.
"Geh—" he winced, a knee-jerk reaction that the girl certainly didn't appreciate.
"The fuck do you mean, 'geh'?" she grumbled, clearly offended. Her tone no longer carried the same softness nor the prim and proper feel to it, which was why he was surprised.
"...Are you following me?"
"No?"
She looked pissed. She was faking it then, back then at that bridge, which meant he had successfully avoided a cruel prank.
"Eh. Okay," he shrugged and proceeded to walk around her. He wasn't someone who sought trouble or needless confrontation. Especially not one with strangers, cute or ugly. He didn't have to try to prove anything to anyone.
"Wait!" the schoolgirl suddenly yelled, causing him to turn around. "Tell me why you rejected me."
His hazel eyes squinted with confusion. It was like talking to a different girl with the same looks. "...Huh? You shittin' me? We never met and you stalked me. You admitted it yourself… Why are you after me anyway, that should've been the question. You got roped in by some weird bet or sumthin'? You're not being bullied, are you?"
Then her violet eyes narrowed. Also with confusion. She was actually surprised, thinking her tactics would have worked for someone like him. Issei didn't know that, of course, because he wasn't a psychic or a mind reader.
Her apparent expression confused him further. She was all sweet and shy then, now she looked like she was measuring him up.
"...Please stop staring at me, you're making me uncomfortable." This caused her to scoff. "...What is this... You have multiple personality or sumshit…? Whatsyourface again…?"
"Amano Yuuma," she muttered, crossing her hands under the nook of her chesticles. "You're not as dumb as you look, I'll give you credit for that."
"Wow, and you're ruder than you look. Can't give you credit for that."
She smirked. Amused. Uncaring that he was taken aback. "Not without some bite too," she chuckled darkly, grinning to herself. "Which is a shame. Spending some days with you might have been an amusing ride."
Okay…why was she monologuing like some kind of a B-movie villain…?
Then, he shat you not, he saw particles of lights gathering in her hand, forming a long, purple object that was not phallic shaped, but bolt-shaped. Somewhat.
"Okay," He raised a finger. "What the fuck is that."
"This," she smiled, "is a lightspear."
Issei checked around for cameras and projectors. He found none. He also noticed no one else was around other than him and the strange girl.
Tittering at his confusion, Yuuma grinned with visible delight and evil glint that he just had to ask, "...Is that thing real…?"
"Why don't you find out?"
When she hurled it towards him, aiming for his chest, definitely and undoubtedly aiming for his life, he knew he was fucked if he didn't take action.
It was then her thrown lightspear screamed. It hissed and wailed as it corroded in midair nearly in an instant, consumed by an invisible force, almost as though it was eaten inside out by an army of light-eating termites. The banshee-like screech it made as it died, however, was unpleasant.
And downright terrifying. Raynare sweatdropped. All her composure was gone. Dead. Dust in the wind.
"Holy shit!" he yelped in celebration, much to her bewilderment that quickly replaced her growing sense of dread that, perhaps, just perhaps, he turned to be someone above her paygrade. "Is that your power?"
She played it cool. "...Yes…?"
"Dude I thought I was alone!" Issei clapped once, nodding and finger-gunning, all smiles despite the fact he was attacked. "Do you have, like, some kind of a sense…detector thing? Y'know, like in-built radar and stuff for people with superpowers?"
"...Maybe…" she muttered, conjuring another lightspear and tossed it unceremoniously to the bricked road. "...Do that again."
Believing she just wanted to be sure, Issei did it again. She couldn't perceive anything magical happening. Not even a trace. He didn't open his mouth and his excited smile stayed there on his lips, unmoving, all pumped up as if he was some kid whose Christmas arrived early. But, upon moving her eyes from her disintegrated lightspear and back to his eyes, Raynare noticed a flash of hellish violets -multitudes of shades deeper than hers- before they dulled away, reverting to their brown color. The sclera was becoming noticeably lighter as well.
Strange irises, dark sclera... 'Oh fuck,' she thought, abjectly horrified. Not only he had a Sacred Gear, he had learnt to use it. Worse, it was evidently dangerous. "...What…what did you just do?"
"I dunno…" he shrugged. He didn't appear to be lying. "I just... kinda look at it and wish it gone."
'Balor View?' Raynare debated, gritting her teeth. But that Sacred Gear was known to stop time, not destroy objects by…by just thinking about it.
"So uh…" the abnormal human spoke awkwardly, "why...did you attack me? That's uncool. What if you mistook me for someone else?"
"...That won't happen," Raynare replied, just as awkwardly. She wasn't lying as her superiors wouldn't tolerate the murder of normal humans, accidental or not, but it was difficult to stay composed when she realized the situation was no longer in her control.
"Uh-huh, so why did you throw that thing at me?" he probed, "Did someone order you to? Or, god forbid, kill me? Are you the baddies?"
Raynare's laugh was uncomfortable. Forced and strained. "Ah hahaha… no one ever sees themselves as the bad guy now, right?"
"Oh yeah that makes sense…" Issei nodded. Well-written villains were villains that didn't see themselves as the villain, but as the hero. "Okay. So why did you try to hurt me?"
"I…was ordered to…"
"What? Why?"
"Because…" Raynare tugged on the collar of her school uniform, feeling hot all of a sudden. "...your ability is dangerous…?"
"Huh? But that's not fair," he protested. "It's not like I asked for this…whatever the hell this is. I've never misused it! Or intentionally harmed anyone! What kind of bullshit logic is that? And why don't your boss just...I dunno, try to recruit me first? Like X-Men?"
Oh lord he's getting angry. Raynare instinctively raised both her hands, showing her empty palms. "Uh… look, I'm just doing what I'm told. If you wanna file a complaint, say it to God for cursing you with that."
"God? And what's 'that'?"
"Sacred Gear," Raynare said, then adding without a pause, "...Probably."
"A what?"
"Sacred Gear," she repeated. She cleared her throat afterwards and looked for an exit. "...It's something made by God given to humans to...better protect themselves against the supernatural force."
"A what? And what?"
Raynare nervously rubbed her elbow. "Hey I'm just the gofer. If you want to find out more, maybe my boss can help you out."
"Nuh-uh," Issei winced. "Yea right. They told you to kill me. As if I'm gonna meet them. Not in a million billion years."
"Haha…yeah…" She took a step back. "So…will you…let me go?"
He scratched that bird nest he called a hair. "...Well…I mean, I want to ask more, but it's not like I'm gonna hold a gun on you and force you to stay or anything... Are you gonna get in trouble for… I dunno, failing the objective…shit like that. Are you an assassin?"
"No!" she quickly replied. "I-I'm more like… more like a deputy— a goon!" it pained her to say that, but Raynare wasn't planning on dying. "Yes, just a goon. I'm a nobody, you see?"
"There's more dudes like you?"
"Yes, yes, we're Fallen Angels." Accentuating her point, she spread her black feathered wings. They bloomed behind her back, spanning as lengthy as long as a car. "The Grigori—"
"Whoa," he muttered, awed. Those wings were huge. "Fallen Angel? Like from the bible?"
"The bible is majorly a lie but yes."
"You're not human then…" He blandly nodded. Though he was disappointed since she wasn't a human, he didn't really care about religion that much. Not as much as he was interested in her wings. "...Can I...touch it?"
"Uhm…I'd rather you not. They're…sensitive," she lied. She didn't want to be touched by someone she was trying to run away from.
"Okay, okay…" he said, a tad let-down but nonetheless respecting her personal boundary. "Then what do you do?"
She cleared her throat again, wiping a bead of sweat off her cheek. "Our job is to…make sure people with Sacred Gear won't destroy the world."
"Destroy the world?" he blanked. "What? Why would I do that? I mean I live here… my parents live here. And my friends, so and so. I ain't gonna snap the world, are you crazy?"
Raynare shook her head anxiously. He might be a time bomb waiting to explode her.
"Can you tell that to your boss?"
"Of course, of course! I-I'll let them know…for sure."
"Well alright. Don't jump on me again, alright? I don't wanna hurt nobody."
Not willing to question his generosity, Raynare, still appearing as Amano Yuuma, fled the scene by curling her wings over her body, disappearing in an impressive fantastical explosion of black feathers.
"Oh shit…" Issei then found himself muttering, picking up one of the black feathers to make sure he wasn't dreaming. It was black with a somewhat bluish tint. Just like a raven's. Looked big enough to be a quill. Maybe those Fallen Angels repurposed their fallen plumage into that thing as a side hustle. Or maybe feather dusters. "This be happening for real huh…?"
He was sure he should be more surprised about the existence of another species, and should question if there were other nonhuman species, but, for unexplainable reason, he just couldn't properly freak out. Maybe due to so many of his beliefs had been torn down by the span of minutes and he was too overwhelmed with these new facts for his brain to properly register the shock.
Well, regardless of that, Issei was glad nobody got hurt. She was a crony anyway and he had always pitied those guys. Hopefully, her boss would understand he had no ill intent. He'd talk to them to convince them if there was no other way, and hell, maybe he could finally make a sense of what the fuck was wrong with his eyes.
But more importantly, he was glad to finally realize he wasn't alone in this world.
He just needed to keep an eye out for people like him. Having a superpower was, for a fact, not as fun as the movies depicted it when everyone seemed like they didn't have one. More so when all his thing could do was destroy things.
And people…
He never saw himself as a violent guy or someone capable of violence. He wasn't living in a violent part of the world either so there's that. But, perhaps, he had been blissfully blind. Maybe there were details that he had missed. Maybe his sight had been narrowed by trying so hard to be ordinary, convincing himself he was a human being. Fearing he was a freak, not wanting to feel secluded or be secluded. Maybe he was too busy trying to control his anger so he wouldn't evaporate anyone on impulse. Too preoccupied with dampening himself for him to notice the smaller details of the big picture.
And, had he paid attention or possessed some kind of detection-type ability-thing, he'd have taken notice of one of his juniors, hiding behind the bushes, making use of her tiny frame, spying on him when she happened to be walking by the park. He'd have given her his currently melting chocolate popsicle as well.
But he didn't and he ate the cold delicacy himself, because Issei was a normal guy both heart and soul, and his parents taught him to not be wasteful. A good apple, if not unremarkable. His ability was the only thing freaky about him.
That must be the reason why the Fallen Angel took interest in him.
Koneko must inform Rias of this.
To be continued…
I think this is going to be my last story for a while. (prolly a month)
I'm bored of armor-type Sacred Gears so I went with a modified version of Balor View, because why the fuck can't I. Gasper still exist. So is Ddraig. He's just not with Issei
And I'm also tired of edgy protags, so I made Issei a lighthearted almost carefree dude with a complex worldview and substandard history. His perversion is kept at normal level. He's no saint but not a debauched asshole that could only think with his dick. I'm also tired of OP superpowers, so I give him a standard one that can be countered with many things (fog, blocking his sight, be fast enough, etc.) and require more careful thinking on his part rather than punching things or busting lasers outta his ass
Don't get me wrong, it's still a powerful ability. But can you imagine having that much power? You see a person and you Thanos snapped them? Some of you might think it's neat, but take a step back and think about the chance you might delete someone you care about. Maybe you got fed up with your dad saying boomer shit, and all of a sudden, he was screaming because his lungs fell out
This isn't something whose damage can be controlled, y'know. You can pull back a punch, but you can't unfire a gun.
And unlike most pieces of shit jackasses with weird anime eye power, Issei's a generally well-meaning guy. Just like we all are. I don't think we want to hurt each other, and that impulse to harm others is mainly caused by shit experiences or other people that hurt you for no apparent reason. Maybe they were hurt first and just lashing about. Not saying what they did should be tolerated, just saying there's gotta be smoke if there's fire
He didn't have that shit experience, because not all "heroes" need a sad, sobby, dark, tragic backstory that we won't give a shit about cuz can't relate. I don't even go with bullying because I just think it's just lazy writing to garner pity for my pseudo-Issei. There's enough Batman-wannabes in the dxd fanfic and not enough normal guys with abnormal power
I didn't give him any knowledge about the supernatural world either so he wouldn't just go 'Heh, I knew you're a devil from the start' *rubs nose with thumb*. No voice in his mind that can conveniently teach stuff. He's gotta learn on his own through the help of others and without a convenient wikipedia dragon swimming in his conscience.
You can almost say like a gamer testing out a new genre B)
Aside from his yet-to-be-informed "Sacred Gear", he's really, really, just an ordinary guy trying to make sense of the wacky world of dxd. He's someone who won't stop being a good person just because bad people exist. He won't try to be different either, because being good is different enough. Obviously he won't have a hero syndrome either where he just has to help everyone that breathes. He's more mature to be ridden by that common cliché.
But of course, being a pacifist also means there's a high chance of him being traumatized when he accidentally hurt someone.
Imagine having a gun that's always loaded, that you can't take off, that will pop off if you get angry. You can aim it, but can you aim it fast enough?
Like I mentioned in the header; i be taking a break. So leave me some review for me to read, will ye? Let's reverse our roles for a bit. I wanna be the reader
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