Summary: Rias does not understand Issei's feeling and vice-versa and based on High School Dxd Characters

Rating: M

Genre: Horror & Tragedy

A Special Day One-Shot

That's what today was supposed to be. What I wanted today to be... what we all wanted today to be. And so it was, however...

This is not what we had in mind.

It all started a few days ago. Lately, I've been feeling a little depressed. The reason?

Issei.

The love of my life.

The kindest and most caring person I have ever met. However, that kindness was, at times, a problem.

He always does his best to make us all smile, to please us, to help us. But he was not aware of the consequences his actions could cause. More specifically, he was not aware that his attitude had caused us to fall in love with him—especially me.

Everything he had done since we met: his tenderness, his kindness, his affection, even his occasional perversion.

But above all: his determination.

When he faced Riser in the rating game to save me from that commitment, even when there was no hope of winning.

Even when it was already over, when I had already resigned myself, he came to interrupt the wedding and faced Riser alone for the second time—and defeated him.

Just for me.

I think that was the moment I fell in love with him for good. That he went so far for me, Rias, the high school girl, and not for Rias Gremory, the heiress of the Gremory clan. I was so happy...

However.

Just like me, Issei helped the others: Asia, Akeno, Koneko. That caused them to fall in love with him, just like I did.

That didn't bother me... not much.

What did bother me—or rather, what made me sad—was that Issei was never as close to me as he was to them. He never called me by my name, never treated me with the familiarity he showed the others, nor did he give me the attention he gave to them.

I was jealous, but most of all...

I was hurt.

Even though he saw me as a normal girl, he still treated me like his mistress.

I wanted to change that.

That's why I went to the bathroom that night, even though he was taking a shower. That was precisely the reason I went in. I was thinking of giving myself to him, like he... like we would always want.

I thought if I gave myself to him, he would understand that I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of eternity with him, without caring if I had to share it.

And I was about to do it.

I could feel the warmth of his lips. I missed him, I longed for him. It had been a long time since we had kissed, and I was about to take the first step, until he said it—that word that I was beginning to hate from the depths of my heart.

Buchou.

I was shocked.

Why? Why? Why?

You are about to make love to the woman you love...

AND YOU CALL HER BUCHOU?!

I was sad, but above all, furious.

Why couldn't he understand what I felt for him?

With those thoughts in my head, I yelled at him and left, only for things to get worse the next day—today.

We were in the ORC hall. Ravel's mother had called. The topic to discuss? Issei.

She had made Issei promise to protect Ravel. He obviously didn't understand the true meaning of that, but he accepted.

It bothered me. It bothered me a lot.

And this time it wasn't just me. The others had also noticed my situation with Issei and supported me.

That's when I asked the million-dollar question:

Issei... what am I to you?

Eh? What do you mean, Buchou?

What am I to you?

Buchou is Buchou.

Is that all you feel?

Eh... I want to protect Buchou.

Like Asia?

Yup.

And Akeno?

Uh-huh.

Koneko?

Yes, all of you.

Issei, I HATE YOU.

I never thought I would say something like that, but I was devastated. I ran out of the ORC while I heard the others reproaching Issei, and he still didn't understand.

I left the building and stood in the same place where Issei was the first time we met. I sat down, hugged my legs, and started crying.

After a few hours, Akeno found me. She sat next to me and hugged me to comfort me. After a few minutes, as I still wouldn't stop crying, she simply leaned close to my ear and whispered a word—a name I had hoped never to hear again, for all the harm that person had caused.

Raynare.

At that moment, my brain clicked. I tied the threads so quickly that I couldn't understand how I hadn't realized it before. Now everything made sense. Raynare was the problem—no, rather, the trauma she had left in Issei. The fear of accepting a woman in his life again and being betrayed.

I felt terrible, absolutely terrible. All this time I had been thinking about how I felt, but I never stopped to think about how Issei felt. And that's why I hurt him—not once, but twice.

I wanted to fix it. No, I HAD to fix it, and I was going to.

That night, we would talk to Issei. Asia, Koneko, Akeno, and I would help him overcome his trauma and, hopefully, give ourselves to him—the four of us. We would make this day special, a day we would never forget.

Why overnight and not now?

Simple.

Issei was gone.

He didn't disappear. He just left. We asked his friends Matsuda and Motohama if they knew where he was, and they said he wasn't feeling well, that he was going home to rest.

We understood that maybe everything we said had been hard for him and that perhaps he needed some time alone. So we left him alone.

Night came. Asia, Koneko, Akeno, and I had just arrived home. The others were busy with their own affairs, so they would arrive later. We entered the living room and went to our separate rooms to get ready. However, when we took the first step on the stairs, we heard some strange noises.

As if someone was screaming or... moaning.

We followed the sounds, which led us to Issei's room. The door was half open, revealing the interior of the room through a small gap.

We peeked inside and saw him—the person we loved—having sex with the person who had caused all my emotional problems in the last few weeks: Raynare.

The scene was petrifying, at least for us. Raynare was lying on the bed, face up, with her feet on Issei's shoulders while he knelt, thrusting into her roughly. Her moans bordered on screams, her eyes staring into nothingness while she stuck her tongue out in complete ecstasy with a silly smile. Issei was truly pleasing her.

The state of the room wasn't any better: clothes were strewn across the floor, forming a path from the door to the bed. The bed itself was completely soaked—probably from the fluids of the two lovers.

Suddenly, Raynare regained a little composure only to sit up while still being penetrated by Issei. She lowered her feet from his shoulders and used her legs to wrap around his waist, while with her arms, she encircled his neck and gave him a passionate, lustful kiss. The kind of kiss Issei and I had never shared.

Suddenly, Issei's thrusts became faster, as did Raynare's moans, which were slightly muffled by the kiss. Until, at one point, Issei gave one final deep thrust, and Raynare pulled her mouth away from his, only to scream:

I'M COMING!

...

We were devastated. Akeno had a lost look on her face, while Koneko and Asia weren't much better. All three had waterfalls of tears running down their cheeks.

Me? I was completely motionless, my brain disconnected. I didn't cry because the shock was so great that I couldn't do anything—not even move or make any expressions. I didn't react until they started talking:

And... do you accept my proposal?

Raynare, the woman who had stolen the man of my life, said between gasps.

Okay. I agree to be your boyfriend and join the Chaos Brigade.

Eh?

Issei, did you just agree to join the Chaos Brigade?

What is happening? Why is this happening? Was this perhaps divine punishment for not thinking of anyone but myself? Heh, I knew you'd accept. Now, ready for another round? After all, the night is still , come here, my love.

And so they started again... and again... and again.

And so we arrive at this moment. Right now, I continue watching motionless, standing next to Asia, Koneko, and Akeno, as the man we love is making love to another woman, while, without Issei noticing, Raynare looks at us with a mocking and triumphant smile.

This day was definitely special.

Although not in the way we had hoped.