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"I Fell For You" Is A Weird Title

Summary:

So, Raynare's the first ever antagonist in DxD, right? Which also meant that she'd be the first stepping stone for the hero, right? Well, let's just give the middle finger to canon since I'm Raynare now, and as such, I want to live. So Shitsei (Sorry Issei, but you'll have to take the brunt of my anger for a while.) can go look for a different power-up 'cause I ain't letting this fine booty die to some protag who suddenly can killl gods because he touched someone's funbags!
......
God that was embarrassing.

Anyway, yeah, since I'm Raynare now, and a woman at that, with the overrated Gaming System in hand, let's be powerful enough so that I could live my days in bliss playing video games, lesbian sex, eating, and sleeping!

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That was also embarrassing. Sounding cool isn't easy. At least I wasn't saying it out loud.

Chapter Text

I stare at the wonderful midnight-black hair that fell nearly to her bum, at the violet eyes I was sure would have never existed in real life, and one where I was sure to lose myself into. Then, I move my eyes to her beautiful and sharp face, one that would surely acquire more than a passing glance, then to her body, to her mouth-watering, curvaceous body (an ample bosom, a beautifully round ass, and long wonderful legs with thick thighs). All in all, she was on a level of a runway model, possibly even be on a higher level.

However, she had an even more eye-catching feature, which was the pair of wing folded softly on her back. The wings, which looked both intimidating, yet so soft at the same time, was black in color, same as her air. And to any avid anime fan (weeaboos, otakus, and other…) and the lesser, especially of Highschool DxD, they would surely recognize who she is.

The woman in front of me was undoubtedly Raynare, the first ever antagonist of Highschool DxD, and of course, the weakest one compared to the others (as far as I know). And she was in front of me in the form of a reflection of a mirror. To get a better understanding of my situation, why don’t I go back to before all this shit happened.

^*^*^*^

It was just another day, one I was sure I would once again fill with procrastination. As a 17-year-old lazy little shit, I didn’t have the strength to resist the temptation of being in front of my laptop playing Rimworld and Dark Souls 3, since it was what I was currently addicted to (which wasn’t much since it was slow to download cracked games with a 100-500 kbps download speed, which I will have for only the first 2 weeks of the month before the internet goes to shit.), instead of focusing on my modules. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I was thankful for being forced into online classes or not. The upside of it was that I get to do whatever I wanted, did my modules whenever I wanted (unless the deadline was coming up, or my parents were looking for results.), got to play games whenever. The downside? I don’t have much to do outside, we lived far away from the city, so we can not order from certain places, I can’t meet with my friends face to face since they lived closer to the city, and there was no school for us to meet at, then there was the temptation of everything distracting, leading to stress. Last year, on the second semester, I even cried in front of my parents while having breakfast because I was so overwhelmed with the amount of work I had to do, which I had put off because I just had to play games and be addicted to fan-fictions more. And sadly, even after all that, I didn’t strive to be better, and I was going down the same path once again, of barely passing the new school year.

And even after my rant, I did not feel motivated of doing said work, now focusing more on looking through Dark Souls 3 wiki because I was confused at where I should go first. I was at the Catacombs of Carthus, at the bonfire where you fought the Abyss Watcher. I was unsure if I should continue down, since the wiki said I should have met Anri of Astora, or her male version at least since I was using a female avatar. But I had already gone down the Catacombs, had even slain High Lord Wolnir, gone and fought the demonic sandworm? that shot out lightning (by being a fucking bitch and just shooting it with arrows while in front of a tree-thing to block the big ass arrow bolts that keep coming from behind me.

The plan was to check on wiki on where I should go, the steps of meeting Anri, but I was stopped by my recently turned 3-year-old baby brother by his annoying “No like! No like!”s, which he usually said whenever the YouTube video he was watching on the T.V. got boring for him, or when an ad was playing. I rolled my eyes, annoyed at my baby brother, but I still loved him to bits, causing me to stand up from my seat and begrudgingly look for the remote (the little shit was hard to find, even when it was right fucking in front of you.), found it around a minute later. I think, the began looking for another video with Jaiden, my annoying little shit, with him standing in front of the T.V. and gesturing to go up, down, left and right. It was honestly adorable, and it was the last thing I knew before everything went dark with a flash of pain and sound of something loud.

~+~+~+~+~+~

One moment I was about to raise my voice at Jaiden to hurry up and pick a video, the next I was suddenly engulfed in darkness, which afterwards opened up to show me a garden (I could not be anything else, with all the different kinds of flowers arranged so beautifully about). My irritation was quickly replaced with confusion, which soon turned into a more intense, unknown, emotion that made me freeze in place. However, I felt something wrap around me, something akin to a breeze, and I was immediately calm, and afterwards, a melodious voice called out from behind me.

“Greetings, wayward soul.” The voice started, causing me to look behind me and see a rather hard to explain sight. I could very much guess that this…person now in front of me, sitting on a wooden chair, in front of a similarly wooden table, which both looked like it was naturally formed like they were instead of being made, was a woman, with her feminine figure and soft, motherly voice. However, she somehow also looked like a being that mere words could not describe. All I could properly say was that she was both a woman and not.

And, with my acknowledgement of her presence, the woman hummed before gesturing me with her hand to sit on the chair that magically appeared on the other end of the table, while also saying, “Come. Sit with me. We have matters to discuss.”

Without even thinking, I soon found myself sitting in front of her, with the table now filled with what could possibly the most yummy looking pastries I have ever seen! For some reason or another, I began to unabashedly stuff my face with said pastries I have only seen in animes after the woman had said, “You may eat all you like.” with a giggle in the end that made my heart skip a beat. And while I stuffed myself full, I began thinking that this must be a dream, since I did not feel any pain when I discreetly bit my finger while I ate (which, I have learned when you intentionally injure yourself in a lucid dream, causes the part you injured to be numb once you wake up.), and I was more reserved than this. I never would have been this much of a pig if someone, other than people I was close to, offers me food.

As I began devouring the cream-filled donut in my hands with my somehow still hungry stomach, the woman finally spoke once again. “Firstly, let me introduce myself.” I immediately gave her most of my attention, with some of it still on the pastries. She still looked like what she did earlier, being both a woman and whatever else that was, and it just made the theory I was making up deep in my mind become even more believable.

“I am Friede, the manager and sole employee of the Department of Soul Care and Soul Renewals.” As she introduced herself, she stood up, allowing me to clearly see her outfit that was a mix of a business suit and a fantasy elven attire. And even if her outfit was what caught my attention first, once her words settled in my mind, I was overly surprised with how I was not internally panicking with the implications of her introduction. This also made the theory in my head seem more believable, if this wasn’t actually an elaborate dream, but continuously thinking that this was a dream was just making it seem less of a dream and more of my current reality.

And surprisingly, I replied with a, “Ah…I-I’m J-Jake.”, and this allowed me completely ruin any thoughts of believing this to be a dream, as I seemed to not have lost my stutter, and I never, not once, from all the dreams I had that I remember, ever stutter in my dreams. I know it’s a stupid reason, but I find that my theory was now more of my current situation.

Still though, I find myself not panicking, and even if I was, Friede’s smile would have calmed any of my negative emotions down. “Jake, I know this must be confusing for you, but according to your file, which I have read before meeting you, you are quite the open-minded guy, so it would be better if I would be blunt with you.” Friede tells me as she takes a seat, with a file now suddenly appearing in her hand, which she gestured for me to take, which I did.

I opened the file, and I immediately find that the file was about me. Being the curious and self-conscious little shit that I was, I began to read the file, noting from the quick scope I did that this seemed to be a rather descriptive file of me. And as I read, I kept my ears open as I listened to Friede’s calming, patient, and motherly voice that stopped any thoughts of denial. “Now, as I am sure you would have guessed by now, yes, you are most certainly dead.” It was quick and straight to the point, blunt as she had promised to be, and there was a moment where my heart fell and tears quickly invaded my vision, until I once again felt that breeze like feeling pass around me, and I suddenly felt calm.

‘Ah.’ Was my first thought as I realized just what the breeze like thing was. ‘In magical terms, this is like a Calming Spell, right?’ It was my quick deduction of what I had just experienced, and I wish I was this quick in finding out the answer in my academics. Anyway, as scary as being forcefully calmed down from out of nowhere is, I was somewhat thankful for it, because I was sure I would not have been able to stop myself from curling into a ball and crying my heart out. But first…

“Is Jaiden fine?” I needed to find out about my little brother’s current health, if he was alive or not. I just hope that he was alright, as would my other little brother, my grandma, my parents. I needed to know if they were still alive.

And I was once again grateful for the “Calming Spell” that was cast upon me, along with the smile that pushed away my sadness. “No need to worry.” She put her hand on my own, which I then noticed to have fallen on the plate of croissants, rubbed her thumb against my skin, then continued. “The car which had broken through your house had only crushed you. Jaiden was too far away to be caught in the crash, and your other little brother was able to get him out of the house before anything else bad happened.”

Well, that was good to know. It definitely made me feel lighter, knowing that Jaiden was safe. Could have been better if I didn’t die though. Then, looking back at Friede, I managed to straighten my thoughts and ask, “How’d I die? Like, the how?” I died due to a car crashing into a house, but I needed more details. I shouldn’t have died if the car simply crashed into our house on a decent speed. If the car had broken through the wall, which was behind me, then the impact should have slowed down the car, like, by a lot, and in the least, I would be hit be some debris and be squished against the table in front of me (as I had sat back down once I found the remote.). At least, I think I should. I was not smart or sharp enough to know how all of this shit could have gone.

Fortunately, Friede was sure to know, and I was also sure that she was actually a Goddess instead of whatever was that she said she was, or was at least a powerful being. “Oh. Some drunk YouTubers got the bright idea of driving, well, drunk, and streaming it. Things escalated, cops got involved, and the YouTubers hit your house in the attempt to feebly escape the authorities, which was stupid, since they were streaming everything.” After her explanation, I couldn’t help but inwardly curse at the stupidity of these people. Hope they rot in jail, or prison. Whichever was more intense.

“You seem to be taking this rather well.” Her voice broke me out of my musing, and I just realized how much I was cursing the retardedness of these people. But replying to this goddess was more important.

Clearing my throat, I then answered, “I always fantasized about this moment. Of how I would act, of how I would decide, of how I should be. Of course, my fantasy would not really prepare me for the real thing, so I think it’s mostly because of you always keeping me calm.” My answer seemed to satisfy her in a way, since she was smiling wider than earlier.

“Not many people are like you. Most do not notice me using my abilities to calm them down, and most would think negatively of their situation.” Friede supplied, and I just realized that other people had been here, in my situation, billions probably, too.

Out of curiosity, I asked, “What do you do, exactly?”

Then, as if expecting my question, she nodded softly as she waved her hand, summoning a smoothie. Without reservation, I began to greedily drink it all up, relishing at the taste of strawberry. “I am the manager and sole employee of the Department of Soul Care and Soul Renewals. DOSCASR for short. Which means, I and my clones deal with the souls who arrive here, of the people who died in the Original Earth.” I had more questions after that short bit, but I did not want to be rude and suddenly cut in, but thankfully, she answered what I wanted to be answered, which seemed easy enough to do if she was reading my mind.

“By Original Earth, I meant the actual Earth made by the Big G from the Bible, before he decided to make different things, of different Earth’s, different universes. Before we other Gods and Goddesses, of beings humans only thought up as fiction, existed.” That really didn’t answer much of my question, but Friede did not seem to be done yet. “And as much as the fanatics would tell you that God would not play favorites, he actually is my having your Earth be the main focus of a lot of things he created. He even made it so that their would not be any new souls in the Original Earth, so there would also be a set amount of lives on Earth, from the plants, the animals, and humans. He went farther in his favoritism by making the excess souls their own world, but it seems that he at least let the souls still have their hardships and the such, before the cleansing of the soul would begin and send you back to a new body, with no memories and such, with a few exceptions, in a body of either a plant, an animal, or a human.”

Hearing this, I needed a minute to digest all this, and in the end, I realized that, “So, does this mean I’m an excess soul and I’ll have my own world?” I asked, feeling a bit excited.

With her smile never falling, she answered with a simple, “Yes.” before delving deeper into it. “Actually, to have a clearer understanding of it, just imagine being part of a self-insert fanfic, with you as the protagonist. And as such, with how they usually go, you are given the chance to have you, as you humans call it, OP power. Though, you would not be able to choose the world you will be in, nor would you know it before you get sent to it, and your situation and condition would also be random.”

She then spread her arms open, and I was surprisingly not focused on her ample chest, and was more into looking at her eyes that were like the starry night. “So now, give me your wish. What power does this one want? Of course, as I said, God still let the souls we reincarnate have their hardships, so even if you had an OP power, prepare for some weaknesses.”

This was the moment where all my fantasies, all my dreams (I’m exaggerating, but you get it, right?), take one step to being true. And yeah, what I’m about to wish for was overrated at this point, but one can not deny its usefulness, and honestly, I was not smart enough, nor was I as invested into pop-culture, and really know about a lot of things, to choose anything more beneficial than this. I especially was not well versed in anime, books, and shows to know anything that would help me a lot more with my future. So, in the end, my wish was, “I want the [Gamer System].” Of course, I could have also asked for suggestions, or for anything else, but once again, I was not aware of much outside of my own little world.

Hearing my wish, Friede smile became softer, if that was even possible, and her eyes twinkled in amusement. “Ah, yes. Many of the youth wish for this, and like them, it shall be granted. May you use it wisely before the time comes where we meet once again, for a different adventure.”

Then, before darkness once again took over me, Friede’s wonderful smile was the last thing I saw, as if to make sure that everything would all be fine.

^*^*^*^

Afterwards, when my sight was replaced with a rather ugly ceiling, without Friede’s Calming spell, accompanied with her similarly calming smile, the waterworks opened and I cried- hard. I did not wail, rather, I silently cried as I felt my throat and chest tighten, painfully so. Then, after having felt like I had cried for an hour, and dehydrated, I sucked it up, found the bathroom, and was now looking at the person I currently was.

Raynare, also known as…Yuuma Amano? I was bad with names, especially with Japanese ones since they were so different from your usual Filipino and English names. And now that I was thinking about it, Japanese. Ni-fucking-hongo. I, for the life of me, can’t speak. Not even close to being a starter with the help of the internet and Doulingo for a month and some weeks. I recognize some words, can say some of it properly, but I can not understand a whole proper sentence that wasn’t “Owae ma mo shindeiru.”, and I most definitely speak it properly.

[On the contrary, Master, due to the Lady Friede’s help, your /Multi-Lingual/ skill now has Japanese in it, allowing you to understand, speak and be able to write said language.] A voice, a very familiar one, suddenly rang out in my mind, startling me. I nearly panicked and shoot out magic (I was sure the feeling that wanted to escape me was my magic), when a wave of…something, similar to the Calming Spell actually, suddenly wash over me, calming me down immediately.

The voice in my head (the other one) spoke up once again. [I have now allowed /Gamer’s Mind/ to passively help you have a calmer mind, Master. I believe this would allow us to have a much more easier way to properly converse with one another.] Hearing what she had to say, and now with a calmer mind, I was now sure, even without her medieval…accent?, that this was the Fire Keeper in Dark Souls 3. Then, after than realization, I quickly moved on to a different matter.

With both my hands on the sink to help me keep my balance, I asked, “And why did you turn it off in the first place?”, with my voice being as soft as possible, as I was afraid it would break for whatever reason.

[As useful as the /Gamer’s Mind/ would be in battle, for a clearer and more logical mind, it does not help with trauma, and it especially should not be used to force away your emotions.] As she said her reason, I immediately understood why. Keeping your emotions, the negative ones, all the anger, the fear, the sadness, all bottled up, does not end well. I do not want to ever deal with that. This also allowed me to see that my system, if this person inside my head was actually my system in the first place, was a rather helpful and competent one. Having found this out, I couldn’t help but smile, glad that I had such a partner. However, the future will tell me more of myself, and of my system, and everything.

For now, for the present, “Let us talk some more.”

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