Another story? Really? You have like 4 others you haven't updated you lil shit

but me write what me want :C

Basically, I write this story because no one had written it, and because I like good fucking fluff, and believe I can write good fucking fluff, and want more good fucking fluff in a fandom where tits are predominantly valued more important than character development — which is fine, DxD is all about them boobies and can be funny

but i want something more grounded. Somewhat realistic where you think 'hey, this might happen if this shit's real'.

Also, I want a story where people can actually like Issei instead of following a story because it has their preferred waifus in it whilst having to tolerate Issei

so here it is


Refugees


[Prologue]

||Good Omens||


Issei didn't believe in anything supernatural.

Not to be cool or to put himself above other people or anything. He simply didn't believe in superstitions or anything related to the possible existence of supernaturals because, well, he had never seen them. He accepted that the general human was simply that boring and uninteresting, which was why movies, games, books, over the top action shounen anime and other sorts of visual entertainment were invented. Most humans are dull and uninteresting, and Issei was perfectly okay with it, and wouldn't whine about it or preach it until his friends' ears bleed.

Problems tend to occur when somebody tries too hard to make themselves look interesting.

Back in highschool, he thought he could never live down his chuuni days during middle school. Looking back at it, despite cringing every now and then, sometimes wishing someone could brainwash him as well as all the witnesses and victims of "Mysterious Dark Hero X, Lord of the Shadows, Master of Excalibur, Stabber of Bad Guys", it was kinda funny.

Embarrassing, but pretty funny once he stopped taking himself too seriously and was able to laugh at his old, stupid self.

He was thankful to his dumb, idiotic, unshamefully perverted past self too, because despite his hormonal infatuation about the glorious myriad wonders of an attractive woman's body, there was still a line he didn't cross. Real life wasn't anything close to an ecchi Japanese cartoon or comic. Peeping is generally uncool and not okay unless you want a one-way ticket to jail.

Oh, he had also accepted the fact that his people had weird and sometimes insane imaginations. Once he discovered tentacle porn wasn't the weirdest kink that had ever been invented, he decided that sometimes, not knowing is better than knowing.

Although, this time, he wasn't sure if knowing this particular fact was better than not knowing it and living his life oblivious to it.

When he walked inside a supposedly empty classroom since his dumbass forgot his water bottle, and saw his classmate sitting atop a desk, stretching her hands up, as well as stretching her two enormous wings with sleek black feathers, he briefly imagined spicy wings out of those wings, until Amano Yuuma let out a very ungirly shriek.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!" Realizing her panicked outburst, she slapped her hands over her mouth to mute herself. Her dark purple eyes were still screaming, though.

Clearly, he had seen something she didn't think he should.

"...Okay." was his only response. He knew what he was seeing was out of this world. It wasn't cosplay because how the hell did she hide those giant wings and manage to sneak them into the university without getting weird looks. More to that, her wings flinched and flapped lightly afterwards.

Issei, as a rational young man, rationally knew for an instant that this was the most blatant proof of their existence.

"This really just happened." Issei closed the door behind him. It was a see-through glass door, so it didn't matter much.

"You didn't see that!" Yuuma retracted her wings that were twice her size straight inside her back. How does it work? He had no idea. "I-I-I-I can explain!"

Issei blinked. Yuuma's anxiety was apparent. He felt that he should be more surprised and shocked. Maybe appalled.

But to be honest, it didn't feel much different than discovering Matsuda's fetish of very long socks. His reaction was unbelievably underwhelming for something that other people might find to be overwhelming. Perhaps it should be overwhelming him, but hey. Who decides what should be perceived as overwhelming or not?

Yuuma approached him.

"...D-did you see that…?"

Issei gave her a face that aptly stated 'are you kidding me?'. "No. I'm legally blind."

"Ughhh you saw!" Yuuma wailed in despair, shoulders slumped and with the same expression she had when she found out her favorite pudding was sold out. "I knew it… I knew someday this kind of thing could happen but— UGHHHH! Why… I'm such an idiot..."

"Dude, chill."

Because that advice worked wonders.

As expected, Yuuma exploded. "What do you mean 'chill'?! You saw what I am!"

"What are you then?"

"I'm a Fallen Angel— GODDAMMIT, NOW YOU KNOW WHAT I AM!"

Issei made a face. "Alright, alright, no need to murder my ear drums!"

"AAAHHHH." As the anger subsided and despair resettled, Yuuma sank to her knees and buried her face in her thighs. "It's over… My life's ruined. All my carefulness, my effort, all for nothing because I just had to stretch my wings…"

Her words made him think up a few possibilities. He had watched and read too much anime and manga to not to. One of them involved him being murdered because he found out her secrets, and that was a scenario he would very much avoid, thank you very much.

"...So… what now?" Issei asked, with the tone of someone who was really unsure what would happen next. "You gonna kill me or something?"

"WHAT?!" Yuuma snapped her frowning face right at him, still on the floor. "No! Why would I do that?!"

"Y'know. Erasing the evidence and stuff."

Yuuma was even more ridiculed that Issei would think that way. "Eugh- no! That's… that's morbid! I don't want to hurt anyone! Not even you!"

"But you just did."

"What?! Oh… right.. Sorry. I didn't mean it that way..." Yuuma realized. "...But… since you say that… did you mean… will you die for me?"

Issei smiled genuinely.

"No."

"...Thought so." Yuuma's frown fell into a line as flat as his tone as she copied his deadpan expression, unaware she was no longer as frantic thanks to Issei's expressive replies and attitude.

It didn't completely stop her sniffling whine, however. "...Hnng… nooo… what now…? I'm gonna have to drop out… wait… I might even have to leave the country! But how am I gonna get the money— aaaaaaagh this is so annoying! Why did you come back here anyway?!"

Issei pointed at his table, located at the far end of the classroom. A lone, blue water bottle rested atop the otherwise empty wooden surface, sitting there innocently.

"OH GODDAMMIT! You mean my secret is exposed because of a WATER BOTTLE?!"

"Because I forgot the water bottle but don't you start blaming me boi."

"I'm not, I'm not! I know it's my fault but... but… HNNNNNNGGHH—-" Yuuma screamed into her hands, effectively muffling it and making her sound like a dying frog.

"Well…" Issei sat on top of one of the nearby empty desks because there were no lecturers to yell at him. "Don't mean to downplay your panic or anything… but… what's wrong with keeping this a secret? It's not like I'm gonna tell it to anyone else."

Yuuma looked up at him. "Huh?"

"Yeah. Can't tell it to anyone when you don't have friends."

Yuuma kept her silent stare at him, this time more judgemental. They had been in the same classes for three months. She would be idiotic to think Issei had no friends.

"I'm not telling anyone, is what I meant."

Hope began to gleam in her eyes. "...You mean… you're willing to keep it a secret… for me?"

"It's all about you isn't it."

That hope was gone like the wind. "For fuck's sake Hyoudou."

"You were looking at me weird!" Issei defended. "'Sides. Anyone would've done the same anyway. I think."

"How reassuring. I don't easily trust humans - no offense, it's in my nature." Yuuma pouted. She got up to stand before him. "...I... W-well swear it! Or promise it! Anything so I can trust you easier!"

"Sure. What kind of promises you want. Pinky promise? Cross my heart and hope to die? Swear on me mum? In the name of the Holy Bible? Maybe over the Quran? Because people totally keep their words after making weird gestures."

At that point, Yuuma was more annoyed at Issei rather than grateful or panicking.

"You never know when to stop being a sarcastic little shit do you."

Issei shrugged his hands. "Hey man. That's how I cope with stuff and shit. Self-defense mechanism and all that."

"Alright fine, fine… I get it… I'll hold on to your words…"

"Not something I highly recommend, to be honest."

"For god's sake, Hyoudou! Just shut up!"

Issei cackled away. He didn't tease people because he was an attention whore. He teased people for their reactions, no matter who they are, with different kinds of intensity because he'd rather not be a total dick, and was aware different people had different levels of tolerance.

And as someone who had been acquainted-but-more-than-acquaintance-but-not-really-friends with Yuuma Amano, Issei knew she could tolerate his satire.

Nonetheless, his life changed since that day.

It wasn't a monumental life-changing moment, despite what you might think. Although this discovery certainly had an impact towards his life, to say 'his world turned upside down' would be a grave exaggeration and a common cheap cliche to induce an element of excitement and curiosity into a story.

So let's just say his world turned slightly to the right since his discovery of the Supernaturals.


Break


Once upon a time, on a rainy Friday evening, Issei wasn't wet because he listened to the weather forecast and brought an umbrella.

Amano Yuuma wasn't wet too for the same exact reason, and not because of the reason a dirty-minded person would instantly think and cause them to giggle because they are immature idiots. Like this story's writer.

"So let me get this straight…" Issei muttered his summary as they continued their walk down the empty streets littered with colorful vending machines. "Devils are practically Afghans."

"What?"

"You said they're in a perpetual state of civil wars. Cuz. You know. Haha Middle East no peace."

"Oh." The Fallen Angel 'oh'ed. A weak reaction that left Issei unsatisfied because she didn't get the joke. "Pretty much, yeah. It's like a battle royale; everybody's for themselves. Nasty business down there. They all just want Hell for themselves. Bunch of warmongering idiots if you ask me since… Hell is… well. Hell."

"Does it have exposed lava pools and the surface of Mars?"

"Yep." She sighed. "That's what you get when you can't agree with anything. It's to the point where they'll disagree for the sake of disagreeing. Craters everywhere… pile of dead bodies on top of a pile of rubbles… It's just... hell in its literal sense."

Not a place he'd wanted to be in. Those religious people got this one pretty much correctly.

"What about the Devils." He asked. "Do they have horns and pointy sticks?"

"Some of them do… Spears are technically pointy sticks. Except they stab each other more than they stab humans, since, well, Earth is like this… neutral zone now, you know."

"Fancy." Issei hummed. "And who makes it stay a neutral zone?"

"There's a uh… I don't know if I'm allowed to tell you this, to be honest, but there's this some kind of a huge organization organized by the Heaven-"

"Really? Like Angels and such?"

Yuuma nodded. "Yeah. It's sort of an agency consisting of… Supernaturals, I guess you can say. Like Vampires, Witches, Yokai, and all sorts. They're pretty lenient but strict when they have to. Basically you can't use powers on people, in front of people, don't commit any crimes against your people, and preferably keep your powers or features hidden. This is your world, ultimately. Not ours. Because 'God' likes to play favorites..."

Issei missed her bitter complaint. "Well. You did a good job on hiding your identity."

"I did, until I got careless, yeah, yeah..." She pressed her lips embarrassedly. A semester had passed since that day. Precisely three months and a half. "...That was my own fault. I really thought I was gonna get into more trouble but… thankfully, I didn't. Got away with a slap to my wrist, essentially. Like I said, they're lenient about it. Well. You being you has something to do about it too, I feel."

"That's right. You better be grateful."

"I am! That's why I still hang around you, can't you tell?"

"Sure. Totally not because I'm a great guy to be around with."

Yuuma snorted, although she couldn't deny it. This cocky cheeky bastard was generally a fun guy to be around with. He had his moments where she thought he was annoying, but she considered Issei as a morally good person but with a very dark, dry taste of humor, and deviously good at annoying other people without getting punched in the face because he never got too far with it.

"So. Your people are like the refugees in this case."

"Not just my people. There are definitely others, but… pretty much. Yeah. You can say that." Yuuma trailed off. A somber expression on her face. "I used to be a part of it, y'know. The war. Defending my homeland and things like that… They attack anyone indiscriminately. They're just… barbaric. I actually believe they will invade this world if one side ever wins, so I guess it's better for them to bite each other off but..."

"Your standards are that low huh."

"Yeah, exactly."

"But did you die?"

Yuuma pouted at him. Half-lidded eyes that conveyed her exasperation. It was an expression he often received from her since they started hanging out occasionally. Even when they were with their circle of friends.

But this time it was different. Instead of responding with something sassy or tongue-in-cheek witticisms, she looked down on the wet pavement, and held a long sigh.

"No. But I wish I did."

'Huh. This took a dark turn.' Issei thought. He then reminded himself that the easygoing Yuuma had her own soft spot.

He never liked having an awkward air, and so he tried his best to think of any words that could kick this unwanted air away.

He took a deep breath. Let his mind think, and spoke to her.

"Well. I'm glad you're not dead, for what it's worth."

It caused Yuuma to stop dead in her tracks, turned to him, and with the downpour continued to… well, pour, she gazed upon his eyes for a moment, before flitting a smile. "It's all about you isn't it."

"Obviously." Issei joked as they walked again. "We all know you survived wars, crossed worlds, lived on your own, all to meet me and provide companionship on this rainy day. That's just straight facts."

Yuuma giggled. "Shut up."

"I'm sorry to hear that though." He added. "If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, then please prepare at least a hundred Yen. Tips are accepted. I accept KFC too."

She shook her head in amusement. "You are such a dick. Why am I even friends with you."

"No one else would."

"Alright you dipshit."

The two bickered down the street, discussing the most efficient way to cheat in their next test, and then praying to get the most lenient lecturer to oversee them during so, talking about various other menial subjects until they reached the suburbs.

Kuoh was a relatively small, peaceful town, with not many landmarks to visit other than a quaint Town Park, a decrepit warehouse and an abandoned church at the city outskirts for anyone who wanted to challenge their mettle.

Issei had visited that place once with the boys. Typical 'let's go to a scary place and pretend we're not scared' activity. He was more frightened by the ghastly smell of rat dung rather than any potential ghosts. In fact, he doubted spirits would even want to haunt that place due to the revolting smell of rat feces and rats in general. If a spirit did live there, then they had earned his pity and respect, but they should really pick a better place.

So really, not a town with many tourists, and maybe Issei preferred it that way. The crime rate was low, the air was clean, and people were generally nice. Of course punks existed. The 'bad boys' of the town. The wannabe Yakuzas. The high school kids who thought they were the shit when they were actually just dipshits.

But they were few and far in between and Issei had better things to do other than complain about 'them delinquents'. Besides, it was just a phase.

Better things such as getting back to his apartment as tomorrow would be Saturday, and that meant he could sleep late and oversleep all he wanted because he was a university student who lived on his own which meant he lived with no one that could nag him.

Moving out was the best decision of his life.

Not because of the freedom it granted, but as well as the responsibilities it had taught him.

It could get lonely sometimes though.

He wouldn't count himself as an emotional person, but there were those times. He noticed he only became mildly upset when he was alone in his apartment though. Those thoughts didn't invade him whenever he was with any of his friends.

The rain didn't let on.

In fact, the drizzle escalated into a windy, violent rain that nearly blew away their umbrella, forcing them to grip them tighter. As Yuuma's skirt flapped violently, suppressed only by a hand that was gradually getting speckled by cold water drops, they decided it was time to step it up and curse Mother Nature's decision to royally mess these two students.

"I'm starting to think we should've ran earlier, Ise!"

"Yeah?! NO SHIT. What next?! You gonna say water is wet?! Floor is made out of floor?!"

Yuuma blatantly ignored his snarky jibes and kept on dashing, otherwise she would be wet and frustrated instead if she humored him.

And so, under the darkening clouds, the two ran like hell.

And promptly stopped when an oval-like, thin, mystical bluish portal emerged out of thin air right beside them. The insides swirled like a violent whirlpool, and faint same-colored smokes danced around it lazily.

"Did you do that? Sweet. Could've done it sooner, y'know."

"NO!" Yuuma shouted, dragging Issei back as her eyes glared at the unworldly vortex of a gateway. "That's a Gate! Worse, it's Devil's! Get behind me Issei!"

"Well this isn't lame at all." Issei grumbled, though he listened to Yuuma nonetheless- Raynare's alias. She readied herself into some kind of a fighting stance. He could see magical pinkish lights gathering by her hand, finding it pretty cool and wished he had those kinds of flashy things. Being normal humans with no power whatsoever was considerably lame.

He was momentarily distracted by Raynare's now visible purple brassiere thanks to her severely wet baby pink blouse. He should offer her his gray sweater, although it was equally drenched and would likely be more uncomfortable for her to wear on top of her already soaked clothes.

A woman stepped out from the Gate, and the Gate disappeared almost instantly. Heavy rain immediately assaulted her, dampening her strewn silver hair, her ivory skin, and her blue-white dress. Her torn outfits that Issei could only guess as a western maid dress, and her impressively-sized chest made Issei pause to admire it before being wary again.

Her stomach was exposed, riddled with unpleasant red welts. Hints of red trailed down her thighs, exposed due to the severely damaged state of her skirt. Issei wondered if Hell bears existed and if she had just been mauled by one.

Wordlessly, the Devil's greyish eyes gazed into Raynare's.

"Stay back." Raynare warned, aiming her hand coated in Unholy Power towards the uninvited presence. "This is a neutral zone. I won't attack you if you don't try anything funny."

The Devil didn't stay back, nor did she heed Raynare's warning.

She sank to her knees, toppled into the soaked ground, and bled in unnerving silence, accompanied by the rhythmic patting of the rain.

Gradually, Raynare lowered her hand to her side, and exchanged a silent, half-confused, half-awkward glance with Issei.

"Dude, that was dramatic as fuck." Issei commented.

"Wh… what should we do?" Raynare muttered softly, now beginning to be apprehensive under the pressure.

"The last bit of my good conscience says we can't just leave her here… Take her to hospital?"

"In this kind of weather?!"

"Well it's not like any of us is dying or anything." He pointed, mildly annoyed.

"N-no… I don't think it's a good idea still. What if she freaks out when she wakes up?"

Issei blankly stared at the unmoving Devil before them, genuinely conflicted. "Fuck. This really do be happening right now."

"...A-at any rate, it's cold as hell Ise."

"My place is the nearest. Fuck it, let's bring her there first."

"A-alright."

"Help me lift her up." Issei said as he folded his umbrella, placing it to the side of the streets, effectively giving away his last bastion of defense against the elements other than his damp sweater. He crouched beside the Devil as Raynare folded her umbrella as well.

She grunted as she struggled to lift the unknown Supernatural onto his back. Fallen Angels and Devils could cast magics and other flashy spectacles, but physically, they weren't much different to humans. Most of them, at least.

Afterwards, Raynare picked up Issei's umbrella and hers. She didn't reopen any since she was all drenched from head to toes anyway. A warm bath would be very much appreciated.

"..." Issei turned slowly towards Raynare, as if realizing something dire.

"...Wh… what's wrong?" She asked as Issei stood up, using her hand as windshield over her eyes.

"Dude… her chest is like… huge." Muttered Issei with a sincere, serious look on his face, which led to another of Raynare's dreary sighs of exasperation. "No, for real. Like, bigger than big."

"Alright I get it already you pervert! Can we move on now?!"

This was the point where Issei's world turned further to the right.


To be continued


Sassy issei best issei. fite me

If you like this kind of Issei too, but want one with cool superpowers, then read Academy DxD. It's good because i wrote it :kappa:

no srsly give it a shot bruh i rate it 8 out of 8. totally unbiased opinion

So. What is this about?
It's fluff. That's all it is in its core
and good fucking romcom that won't make you puke out of unbearable cheesiness and garbage drama of 'will they won't they'

I also write this because there's no good Grayfia fluff.
And there's not enough stories where Issei is just an all-around chill guy with a dose of casual snarkmaster#325. By that I mean he's snarky for the sake of making him snarky, and not snarky because he's just snarky, and knows that everything is
not about him, who keeps it real

overall someone I want to drink with

obviously that's subjective, but edgy intellectual Issei or Issei "needlessly rude because it's cool" Hyoudou murdered my brain cells. I get it attracts a certain audience, but it ain't for me bruh. i'm too boomer for that kind of shit. I'm aware i'm coming across as entitled prick, but et eeeesss what et eeesss ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)

On a totally unrelated note… would you want to see Helltaker Cerberus? They can put up a 'please adopt us' signs or smthin

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