Devil Side Stories: Rias: A Christmas Special

Devil Side Stories: Rias: A Christmas Special

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Commissioned by Cjdavis103

Wordcount: 1008

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And, your present is me!

Say it, Rias! SAY IT!

Ah, I can’t do it!

What is up with this childhood friend curse!? Why is it I’m having such a terrible time with this? I like Issei! He likes me! We’re not stupid! I can’t confess to him at all!? At this rate, I’ll really never get the chance to be with him, even though I’ve liked him the longest. If I can’t confess to him on Christmas, when couples are going to go out, I’m going to turn into a lady who has only cats, curses at couples, and cries herself to sleep.

I’ll turn into a Christmas Cake!

They’re magnificent characters, all of them are beautiful and best girls, but that doesn’t mean I want to be a Christmas Cake! I’m sorry, my beloved Christmas Cakes, but I can’t be like you… your existences are of a cruel beauty that can only be appreciated by others. 

Gah, Rias, stop stalling!

Look in the mirror and do the thing!

“Y-your p-present is m-me, I-i-i-ssei!” That’s a comedy gag, not a confession. You’re a buxom, pale-skinned, and scarlet-haired Devil… the lead in just about any fiction you’re supposed to exist in, Rias! So, why are you blushing to high heaven and stuttering like the cute childhood friend trying to get ahead of the other girls through extreme acts!? Be confident! Have faith in yourself! Be. The. Main. Girl! “Your present is me, I-Issei!”

That delivery was 6/10, but with the Santa Bikini Extreme it’s a 7/10.

Good enough.

But…

No.

But….

NO.

But…

I SAID NO, SELF! Begone!

But… if it’s only a ribbon it’ll be 10/10! 

Curse you, self, for your inevitable betrayal!

If I knew that anime was going to turn me into a self-critical mess now, I would’ve never committed myself to it. I’m sorry, anime, but you know that it’s true. You’re a terrible influence on me… but, I’m not saying that you should leave. I love you for all your faults and imperfections. If I were stronger, what you do to me wouldn’t hurt me… wow, that sounds really abusive when you say it like that, huh!? 

Well, whatever the case, this I going to happen today. I will confess to Issei on Christmas eve. He will receive me either in Santa Bikini Extreme or just Gift Ribbons. 

This is it. 

I’m not going to chicken out. 

There’s no way I’m going to chicken out, because I’ve asked Ulrich to teleport me to Issei’s room at 8 o’clock sharp. 

Just enough time for me to try out my confession with just ribbons. 

B-because… I… I can’t decide to not use it without testing it once, first!

Yeah!

Right.

Okay.

Knot there… Bow there… strategically imperative double-sided tape here and there… and… done.

Huh.

So… this is what Narcissism feels like. 

Yep, that girl in the mirror right now is a prime candidate, with a capital P, for asking to be stepped on while in dogeza.

Nice. 

Hmmm? What’s that silvery fog around that hentai main character’s legs? I pay good money for people without lives to decensor and subtitle raws for me magnificent, invitation-only server! Get that shit outta here!

Wait…this is real life.

How…how long did that change take, again?

OH.

OH NOOOOOOOOOOO.

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This was bad.

This wasn’t a confession.

This was a Hentai scene.

I had no phone. No means to contact others. All I was wearing was some ribbons and some tape. Finally, I was in Issei’s room.

There was limits to the Childhood Friend Curse, which is real no matter what anyone says, and this is one of them. No. That’s incorrect. This is an Instant Defeat setup for the Childhood Friend Curse. Forget the SFW tag entirely. This is a scene which will be end up on those trashy, magnificent t-shirts that no one wears outside, but owns one of in secret.

I only wanted to confess, but I might give away something else before my first kiss!

No. 

Rias.

This isn’t the time to panic.

Or, surrender and accept what’s going to happen.

You are of the Gremory family. Despite what you do, you have some self-respect. This isn’t the proper way forward in your relationship with your best friend. Your confession can’t be a subplot to a vanilla doujin. It has to be the climax to a series. Yes. You need to be strong, thing fast, and find some way to contact Ulrich and get yourself out of this mess.

There will be other days to confess. 

You can do it tomorrow, without any gimmicks, and with all the seriousness it requires.

But, first, you need to find a way out of here by going through Issei’s room.

Right. Right! RIGHT!

The battle isn’t over! Start searching for a way to run away and be victorious tomorrow, Rias Gremory!

Hmmm… nothing on the desk. Communicator is available, but that’s AI protected, so there’s no helping that. Maybe, I can call a Homunculus maid? No. Rumors travel too fast amongst maids. Wait? Where is Ulrich’s room? She lives in the Preserver building. Yes I can work with that. However, walking through the halls is a last resort. Miyakuro will undoubtably blackmail me with the footage, that bastard. 

Ah, the closet.

Issei should have kept his regular phone, at least. 

It must be in a drawer in the closet!

Nothing. Nothing. Clothes. Good Taste. Great taste. Nice, Issei. Your taste is impeccable, as always. 

Aha. 

Personal junk… along with an old phone still charged!

Right next to… a letter addressed to me?

Written… in case he died?

From… from… two years ago?

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“Huh!? Rias, w-what are you doing wearing that and, in my room, —MMGRPH!”

Idiot.

We were both massive idiots.

Him for not just telling me how he felt before he became a Preserver.

Me for watching him be a Preserver and not imagining he’d ever die.

But, at the very least, here and now, we could make up for lost time.