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Longing of a Half-Vampire	By : MysticExarch Category: +G to L > Highschool DxD Views: 34326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Would you like some Champagne, miss?"
Gasper was shaken from his trance at the sound of the devil-waiter's voice. He tore his eyes away from the dance floor and turned to face the man, blushing at being mistaken for a flat-chested female.
"Sure. Thank you," Gasper replied, delicately taking a flute of the bubbly liquid. It may have been illegal for someone his age to drink in Japan, but the half-vampire wasn't in that country anymore…he was in the Underworld, a place where no one seemed to care about such petty things. Besides, he could see that everyone else in Rias' house was also drinking.
The waiter nodded, turned on his heel, and walked away with nothing more than a slight backwards glance of curiosity.
The guy was handsome, Gasper noted, but not good enough. His mind was on someone else. He took a long sip of the champagne to distract him from these thoughts. It was good, but the blonde wasn't much of a drinker, so what did he know?
Gasper's eyes scanned the massive room as he continued to sip unenthusiastically. There were throngs of people: all high-ranking devils of importance, assembled in this place to dance the night away and indulge their passions on the anniversary of the day that the eternal war between the three great powers had finally ended. There were tables and tables of delicious food and drinks, erotic dancers, performances, music, and much more. Gasper even thought he saw a few angels and fallen angels that had apparently been invited.
It's a time for celebration and happiness…why can't I enjoy it? Gasper asked himself rhetorically.
He sighed. The past few weeks had been rough for him. Several hours after he'd frozen the members of House Rias in time and subsequently hidden in a box at his old room in Kuoh academy, the girls had come to find him. Their forgiveness had been swift and compassionate, yet it had still taken a long time for them to coax him out.
Ever since then, Gasper had isolated himself even more than usual. He had felt so much shame for doing what he did, and even though everyone in House Rias was understanding, he could not forgive himself. He barely ate and barely socialized, except for missions and training. The only good that had come out of the situation was that the harem now knew how important it was to let Gasper get his sleep, and so they'd toned down their orgies. Gasper could no longer hear them going at it during the night, thus ensuring his sleep was better as a result.
It still hadn't addressed the source of the problem, though. Even worse, Gasper was worried that the girls had been able to deduce his feelings for Issei. This only heightened his embarrassment and self-consciousness, rendering him a nervous wreck. He could hardly bear to be around them anymore, let alone Issei.
Issei…if his chances of getting with him were slim before, they were non-existent now. How could the red dragon emperor respect him when Gasper had let his powers get so out of control like that? And by Satan, if Issei knew how he thought of him...
Just thinking about it made the blonde femboy's stomach churn.
Gasper sighed and began moving closer to the edge of the ballroom. He had promised Rias that he would come to the party. How could he not, when she had offered to pay for, and had recruited Koneko and Asia to help him pick out, a beautiful dress for the occasion? Having a chance to do wear something like that was a reward in its own right, even he was terrified of being judged.
Yet he had made no such promise to actually socialize or try to enjoy himself. All Gasper wanted to do was blend into the crowd and disappear.
Unfortunately for the blonde trap, there were many hours left to the party. Some rumors had even circulated that Sir Zechs planned on it going all night and into the next day. Devils were supernatural beings of sin, after all. When it came to indulging in various appetites, they were unmatched in stamina.
And I've only been here for an hour, too. Great.
That meant there was a long, long interval of boredom to come.
Suddenly, the music that filled the massive area came to a stop. All that could be heard for many moments was the ambient hum of conversation. That, too, died down as guests began to stop their various activities and take notice of the silence.
"All right, ladies and gentlemen!" the devil DJ's voice spoke up, drowning out all other noise. "I have a request from a 'Mr. Anonymous' for a love song. So, grab your partners, ladies and gentlemen, because it's time for a nice, slow, sensual dance…"
True to his word, a gentle tune came on just as the excitable DJ finished talking. Gasper looked around, seeing people quickly pair up. There were very few like him who didn't have anyone to dance with: the loners, uglies, and weirdos.
I'm not surprised. No one would want me, Gasper thought, his heart trembling. I'm a crossdressing boy…people probably consider me a hentai. How can they take me seriously? What guy wants a trap when he can have a real woman with breasts instead? And what girl would want a guy who doesn't even look like one? I'm just doomed to be alone, I guess.
Gasper frowned and gulped the rest of his drink. Perhaps the alcohol would help dull his senses, and therefore, his pain. It's not like he needed a lot of it, either. He was a textbook example of the phrase 'lightweight'. In fact, he could already feel the bubbly champagne rushing to his head and making him buzzed. The effects were as strong as they were immediate: the world seemed…off, somehow. He was dizzy, a little numb, and pleasantly loose.
I like this, Gasper observed privately to himself. You know what, to hell with it. Maybe I'll just get wasted and black out in some private room. That would make this a lot easier.
The only problem with the plan was that he would be wasting his opportunity to show off his nice dress. If no one cared, though, then what did it matter? Hopefully Rias would understand his reasons for going back on his promise. Perhaps he could even sneak away during the intimate dance without anyone noticing.
Some primal sense activated in Gasper's mind. He swiftly looked around, noticing through the now-dimmed lights of the ballroom that quite a few heads were turned in his direction. He could feel their eyes on him: scanning, assessing, analyzing…judging.
He wanted out.
Gasper panicked and began walking backwards on shaky legs. "Wh…" he began, "…what are you looking at?"
There was no reply. Gasper's heart began to pound.
The eyes stopped looking at him and swiveled to gaze at something that he could not see. Gasper turned his head to see what it was that had so captivated the devil guest's attention.
It was the last person he wanted to see right now.
"Issei!" Gasper blurted in shock, staggering back.
The owner of the legendary boosted gear was swaggering over to him with a keen smile on his face. He wore a perfectly fitted suit and his signature haircut. His eyes showed a sparkle that Gasper did not understand. It reminded him of that look Issei got when he was seeing or yelling 'oppai'. It was frighteningly intense: the unbeatable power of perversion itself.
Gasper didn't have time to wonder why Issei wore that look at that specific moment. The best he could do was look down awkwardly, since he could not bring himself to address Issei eye-to-eye.
"Gasper," the half-vampire heard the other male ask, "can I have this dance?"
Gasper slowly looked up, inch by inch, to see the brown-haired man offering him his outstretched hand.
A surge of sheer disbelief rose up inside him.
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