A/N: alright this is my first crack at a Sekirei fan fic. I plan on focusing on a character that most would not suspect some one would use since they are not one of the main characters. But regardless she is my favorite character even though we didn't see her much in the anime or manga. I think I can write a pretty good romance story about her and our main male protagonist. I want to focus a little bit more on the romance than the action. I'm open to ideas and since there aren't too many people writing for this manga I figure I could use all the help I can get. I'll try to update often.
I was taking a little walk in the park. The moon was almost full. It looks really pretty shining as bright as it is. I could read a book under it. But there aren't any stars out. Not like you could see them in a city like this. Not too many people walking at this time of night. That's good; it's a lot quieter this way. But there are some couples holding hands, some couples not holding hands, and couples who couldn't get to a bed fast enough. I find it a bit disgusting but I guess I'm just jealous. It must be nice to have a girlfriend. My chances are next to nothing.
I needed time to think. Well, I guess I either need time or I have too much since I failed my entrance exam again. Mom was really mad at me, but I'm thinking it was more of a disappointment to her really. She knows I can do the work; I'm smart enough every one knows that. But it is hard to tell sometimes. I take forever to answer a question I already know the answer to. The test is easy enough if it tests my knowledge, but I find that I always question myself. Why? I don't know. It doesn't help my situation though. My mother is wiring my money for now and I don't have a job. She cut my allowance in half. Talk about lighting a fire under my butt.
The neon lights are nice but they don't let you escape your own mind completely. They only trick you for a moment but you never come to peace with the world. Since it's a city, you can see a lot of other people's problems. You can see it on their faces. Then there are the problems of society. But some people don't feel like it's their problem. Idiots. If it's not your problem, then you don't belong in society. Maybe it's best if we keep dreaming. Maybe some one will do something about it then. You can't really dream in a city like Tokyo, not innocently anyway. I'd prefer the star lit skies better. It's easier to dream that way. I've only seen it once though. We took a vacation to the country side. I'd like to go there again, maybe with some friends. Got to get some friends.
They would call me crazy if I told them this world didn't seem real to me. I wonder who 'they' are though. I just don't think people are in tune with reality. They probably just forced themselves to accept a life of meaninglessness. Doing the same thing over and over again. It means nothing. A world where you can breathe freely and enjoy the clean air. It almost makes you feel pure. If you talk to just about anyone living in a busy city like this, they would tell you living a life of simplicity is impossible. They would look at you like you were crazy. What's so great about this world anyway? Whatever, a ronnin like me shouldn't have to worry about that sort of thing. I need to find work and then focus on getting in to a college…….. What's this?
Sitting there alone, on a park bench, there is a woman. That wouldn't seem abnormal, if it weren't for the fact that she was almost completely naked. All she had on was a button down shirt that wasn't even buttoned. It didn't look like it belonged to her; it was too big; I presume it belongs to a man. What is she doing there like that? It looks like she was kicked out by her lover perhaps? I don't know, it's best not to be presumptuous. Why are people just walking past her as if they don't notice? Could they be thinking that she is some kind of hooker? Maybe they just think it has nothing to do with them. I suppose that's true, no one has any obligation to help some stranger. People just pass by as if she doesn't exist. She looks really lonely. Why is it that she can stand out to me but be invisible to the rest of the world? Some might call that fate I guess. I don't like buying into that kind of crap. I can't just stand here and do nothing can I? I can't believe what I'm about to do. I'm walking up to her.
Up close I can see she is absolutely beautiful. Breathe taking; time just seems to stand still around her. The world around her and me doesn't seem to exist. Her hair is almost white but slightly dull, almost like a really pale, light beige. Her assets are larger than anything I have ever seen. But the most noticeable thing is that tattoo on her forehead. Some thing that resembles a bird like creature, feathers and dots surround it, and a ying and yang symbol. I have to admit though; there is a level of cuteness it seems to bring to her face. I wonder how long I've been standing here in front of her. If I just stand here forever, she'll think I'm a pervert. I decide to speak, my voice holding a sense of curiosity more than concern.
"Excuse me, I know it is none of my business, but, what are you doing here alone?" I ask, hoping for an answer, but almost expecting no response from her. She looked more lost to me; abandoned. My expectations were almost met until she turned her head slightly to me. She doesn't look me in the eye.
"I… have no place to go." She says to me after she turns her head down facing the ground. I almost believe my suspicions are almost confirmed. I decide to sit down next to her, since I know she won't look up at me again.
"I don't mean to pry but, why don't you have any place to go?" I try to sound careful, knowing that there is a boundary that surrounds every stranger in any conversation. But I feel as if I crossed almost all of them. She doesn't look at me, but still turns her head just slightly in my direction.
"I was seen as being… useless… and a failure. I wasn't needed by them, and they… got rid of me." She spoke softly, hesitantly, but her voice was firm. I didn't expect that kind of an answer. It was a bit more serious than just a break up with a boyfriend. But the end result is almost the same. Who are 'they'? I wanted to know. But I don't think that's what's important right now. I wanted to question her further.
"You have no one you can stay with? Even for just a little while?" It sounded like a cross of being hopeful and a state of disbelief. I wanted to prompt for an optimistic perspective. Like not all hope is lost. But I am failing miserably.
"No." She answers me simply. It was so certain to her, and it made me believe it too. I tilt my head to get a better look at her. She isn't crying and she hasn't been. She doesn't even have shoes on her feet. How long has she been like this? How long has she been alone? I don't know why, but I couldn't stand the look on her face. Part of me pitied her, but some parts were irritated by her.
I stand up and she looks away, as if she thought that I was simply going to leave. But instead I walk around the bench and much to her surprise; I place my jacket around her shoulders. "It's cold out tonight, you could catch a cold." I almost sound cool, I think to myself. She wraps the jacket around her and I barely hear her whisper a 'thank you'. It seemed so insignificant to me though. She needs more than just a jacket. She needs clothes, a roof over her head and food. This is all I can do for her though. This is all I can do right? It feels wrong though. "Take care of yourself." I say. I feel like an idiot saying that. I silently wish her good luck, and I take my leave and head for home.
But I couldn't get more than ten feet before something else practically demanded my attention. I could see the blinding headlights of a car shine the path in front of me coming from behind. What the hell is this? A short haired guy about my age steps out of the care headed for the direction of the women I was just talking to. He isn't alone at all. A number of men are out too, but only two follow him. One of them has a katana at his side. I'm assuming that he is some king of body guard. I didn't like the look of this. The shortest of the group, who I assume is the leader, moves in closer to that woman. I don't know why and I can't explain it nor believe it, but I don't think these people are friendly in any way. Trouble can't be too far being.
I step in and interrupt. "Excuse me, but who are you?" I try to put on a strong face, one that demanded authority, but I have never been able to do that before, why would that change now? It's obvious that he doesn't take me seriously, but his body guard took one step forward. My body tenses up, but the short guy stops him.
"My name is Hayato Mikogami," he says with a 'nice guy' smile, "I'm just conducting a bit of business with a friend of mine. No need to worry, I'm no one suspicious." Yeah, like I'm going to believe that. I'm sure of it now, he can't be trusted. No matter how you try to slice, nothing good can come out of an atmosphere like this.
"Sorry, but you see, my sister here," I look at the women sitting on the bench, she doesn't even look like she's listening, "she has had a really bad day. She called me before and she told me she needed help. Whatever business you have with her can wait." I'm surprised how well that came out. The woman looks up at me. Her facial expression doesn't change, but I can't shake the feeling that she thinks I'm crazy. Apparently 'they don't take me seriously either. Some them crack a smile as if they were about to burst out laughing, others turn as if knowingly; I had no grasp on the situation at hand.
"Don't worry, this shouldn't take long. We'll take good care of your 'sister'" He says. I knew it. They didn't believe she was actually my sister. We look nothing alike. The one holding the katana takes another step forward; now I'm really sweating bullets.
"Please, now is not the best time okay?" I move one foot back. I turn to the woman again with a pleading look on my face trying to get her to play along. "Let's go now okay sis?" I extend my hand with an unconvincing smile on my face. It was a really short moment I think. Or maybe it was an eternity. I feel like they're waiting for me to realize how ridiculous I look in this situation. But to my disbelief, and more like an eternity, the woman takes my hand. She gets to her feet still holding onto the jacket I gave her. "Good-bye now." I take a short bow to be polite and add to the whole illusion of pretending that nothing is wrong.
They are as astonished as I am and the man wielding the katana makes just the slightest movement before I turn the other direction and run in the other direction, all the while holding the woman's hand and making her keep up with me. I almost here something about forgetting about us for now, but I'm focused on getting out of here as fast as I can. I'm worried they'll come after us later, but I force myself to forget about it. I almost try to even forget that I had the woman's hand in my own; I even try to forget I met her tonight. I try to pretend everything that happened tonight was just a dream. But I know it isn't. It is very much real.
Back at my apartment, I finally realize exactly what had just happened and the situation I'm in now. I brought back a strange woman to my apartment, and my landlord said I'm not supposed to have women here. I take a quick glance at her, she's still naked. She's still just as silent as she was when I met her. I hope she doesn't think I'm just some pervert who abducted her. Wait… is that what I did? Did I seriously just kidnap her just now? No I don't think that's completely true. I didn't tell her where we were going but she did come with me on her own right? Yeah, otherwise she wouldn't give me her hand before. Wow look at me, trying to think of anyway possible to make sure I don't look like a bad guy. I try to catch my breath.
"Sorry about that." I say as I look up at her slightly. She's still naked other than the shirt and jacket so I can't really look at her. Of coarse she is still naked, I didn't give her any clothes yet. Maybe I enjoy seeing her like this… I try to shake that thought out of my head. "Give me a minute, I'll go get some clothes for you to were." I blurt it out quickly and ran to my room in search of clothes. I choose to give her a pair of sweet pants since they're baggy, and a heavy sweat shirt as well. It's more like a hoodie; I'm hoping it doesn't hug her assets too tightly. I figure she doesn't really want to remember all the things she's been through, I guess that includes the shirt she's wearing right now. It hits me all of a sudden; I don't even know her name.
I head back out and I see her sitting on the small couch, in the same position I found her on the park bench. Is she scared? Afraid? I don't know. This woman is full of mysteries. I hand her the clothes and turn around so she can put them on. "Sorry, I live alone right now and these are the only things I can give you right now. I'll try and see if I can get my sister to bring you some of her clothes." That's what I say, but I'm thinking that my sister's clothes are too small for this woman, especially around the chest. I still need to ask for her name. "By the way, my name is Minato, Sahashi Minato. May I ask for your name?" I try to be as polite as possible. She still doesn't look like she is going to open up to me anytime soon. My back is still turned to her since I don't know whether or not she has finished changing her clothes. I tense up as I feel her place her hands on shoulders. I can feel place her head on the back of my neck. But what really has my heart pounding are her breasts on my back; they're really soft.
"Akizu," I hear her whisper, "My name is… Akizu." 'Akizu' huh? It sounds a little weird, but it's still a nice name. I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, but I guess it felt nice. I think a hug would have meant a little more. But neither of us can really bring ourselves to do that.
"You must be hungry Akizu." I say, trying to practice saying her name. "I'll make something for you, just wait on the couch I'll bring it to you okay?" she nods her head and go into the kitchen to find something in my refrigerator. All I have are leftovers from last night's dinner. I feel bad I can't make her something fresh, but I can't do anything about it right now. I put the food in the microwave and wait for it to heat up. When it's ready I grab a fork and head out to the living room. I hand her the food and she accepts it gladly. "Sorry it's not very good. All I have are leftovers from last night's dinner." She shakes her head.
"It's… okay. Thank you." She says to me. Her voice is soft as always. She seems so withdrawn. We sit in an uncomfortable silence. All I'm really doing is waiting for her to finish. I want to ask her more questions but I don't want to bother her while she is eating. I fell like I bothered her enough already though. I feel weird just sitting here next to her and I fidget too much. I decide to get up and call my sister now even though I know it's late. When I get up I see her stop eating and turn her head towards me. Was she afraid that I was just going to leave? Did she not want me to leave her side? What is going through her head right now?
"I'm just going to call my sister now to see about those clothes. I'll be right back. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." I try to assure her. It's not like I would go anywhere. This is my apartment.
I try to call my sister and I got lucky. She picked up but she was dead tired. I didn't even realize it. It's passed two o'clock in the morning. When I asked her about the clothes she asked me if I had some kind of fetish or something. I tied to frantically explain to her why I needed the clothes. But I couldn't explain to her it was for a woman I found half naked in the park. I lie and tell her it's for some fashion/modeling agency. If it weren't so late my sister would have never had believed me. She said she would take care of it and try to get the clothes to me tomorrow afternoon. She hung up right after that.
That's one problem solved. But I only have one futon to sleep on. I'm going to have to sleep on the floor; the couch isn't big enough for me to sleep on comfortably. I grab the futon and take it out into the living room. The only other room I have in this apartment besides the bathroom is a room I use to study in. the floor is cluttered with books and there is no way I'm going to clean it all up tonight.
When I get to living the living room Akizu is already done with her food. I notice she already put it in the sink and is waiting for me on the couch. "I only have one futon. You can use it to sleep on."
"Where will you sleep?" she asks looking up directly at me for the first time. This is the first time I see her face this clearly. The first time I have looked into her eyes since we met. She is beautiful. I almost forget to answer her question.
"I'll sleep on the floor. Don't worry about it. I don't usually get much sleep anyway. I'll be fine for tonight okay?" I put a smile on my face to reassure her. It wasn't really a lie anyway. I usually fall asleep at my desk anyway so it didn't matter to me. She nodded and I laid out the futon on the floor. We were both tired. I went back to get a blanket for her. "Here you go. I guess I'll se you in the morning then." I say it a little uncomfortably, as if I ran out of things to say. That wasn't true though. I had my questions to ask. But I had tomorrow to do that. I'll let her sleep for now. She nods her head in response in lays down under the covers.
I lay down next to futon with just a small blanket underneath me and a pillow for my head. It was really late. I was tired but for some reason it took me a while to finally fall asleep. I can't stand staying up like this. I start feeling delirious around this time of night. I actually imagine Akizu moving over to me and wrapping one arm around my waist. I imagine her holding her body close to mine, her breasts pressed against my back. Like that would ever happen. But then again, Akizu is a really weird woman.
A/N: that's the end of chapter one. Akizu is actually one of my favorite characters even though we don't see her a lot. I thought this idea would make for a better romance story. Tell me what you guys think.