OMG!! Another fanfiction to add to my growing list!! Another OC... I should be shot for that alone. MPREG usually creeps the hell out of me, But I thought using it for this story would be... interesting.
Orimi
The pain. Oh the unending pain.
He had been on countless missions, experienced all kinds of pain. But it all seemed to pale in comparison to this! His middle clenched, causing him to hiss with discomfort.
"It's ok! Calm down. It's almost over..." His lover's voice was soft and gentle, reassuring. All the same, he couldn't help but wonder what the hell he had gotten himself into. Women went through this all the time. He now had a great empathy towards the poor creatures. How do they manage this? If men were suddenly destined to give birth, the worlds population would suddenly diminish.
His large stomach gave a lurch, and he moaned again in pain.
"It's coming!" A second, excited voice from around his feet called. This caused him to feel both frightened and... excited as well? Pain lanced through him again, and he began cursing the child's... father... with every name known and unknown to man.
The women at his feet gave him commands, he obeyed her. He just wanted this thing out of him, this had been going on for two fucking hours! Was that normal? At last, with an extra hard push on his end, the baby came out, bawling loudly at the top of it's voice.
At least it has a good set of lungs.
She was a beautiful warrior princess standing on top of a very high cliff overlooking a vast forest. The dark, scary, forest was filled with all sorts of evil creatures and monsters for her to kill. A gentle breeze teased at her long golden locks of hair, causing it to blow across two of the greenest eyes anyone had ever seen. Eyes that regarded the dark forest without fear. For she feared nothing and was feared by all.
In the distances, she saw several birds take flight, colorful birds they were, her eyes were far sharper then any mans, she saw that they were purple and red with orange beaks, their wonderfully bright tails were long and seemed to change color as they changed their position under the ever vigilant sun. She saw through the sun's eyes. She saw everything. She too was ever vigilant. Nothing could surprise her.
What a picture she must be! Standing just inches away from the end of a cliff that dropped hundreds of feet into a shark infested lake. Her tall curvy body hidden beneath heavy red and black Samurai armor that glinted dangerously in the sun's eyes, she held her helmet at her side as she stood there dramatically. At her side were her two swords, her long sword and short. The first lady Samurai.
Her father was king of some far off land. How the commoners loved him! And her and her brothers. It was not long ago when she discovered that her father's father and mother was a great king and queen of the land they now lived in. Such joy it had been for her papa when he found his real father, and such joy was it for her grandfather to find that he had a son, a son that would eventually rule his glorious kingdom. But his kingdom was always under attack by evil ninjas who were were jealous of the might of the Samurai, jealous of our prosperity. It took strong people like her to keep them back, for they won their fights out of trickery and magic. She did not need either to win!
What was that? Was that the sound of a woebegone traveler in need of her help? Whatever monster dare terrorize you dear stranger she will be able to defeat it! For she is Orimi the Great! She took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the sea that the wind had carried many miles to her, the rainbow flowers that smelled so sweet that there was no one alive, except Orimi herself, who could resist it's charms. Whatever monster is troubling that person, you can bet that only Orimi the Lady Samurai will be able to slay it! Growing in anticipation of a battle, the warrior princess put on her helmet and turned around to walk gracefully down the slope.
She moved faster then even those Shinobi from across the sea ever could. She reached the poor traveler and found him cringing in fear as three mean looking ninjas towered over him, demanding that he hand over all his money.
Orimi, ablaze with fury, marched up to them and demanded that they do battle with her. They trembled in fear when they realized who she was, cowardly ninja. She drew out her sword. Susano's sword Murakumo, renamed Kusanagi by Yamato-Takeru. There was no sword greater for her.The ninja, seeing her katana, turned and fled, tripping over each other in their haste to escape a follower of the mighty Bushido code. She smiled, she again removed her helmet and walked over to help the poor traveler up.
And fell over.
Thirteen year old Orimi had tripped over a bucket full of dirty water the servants were using to wash the floors with. Cartwheeling her arms in a frantic ( and unladylike) attempt to stay upright, an attempt which ultimately failed, she landed hard on the floor, in the puddle of spilled water. She leapt up immediately and panicked when she saw that her kimono was ruined. Her mother was not going to be pleased with this. Hadn't she warned her, over and over, not to walk around daydreaming?
Gone was the beautiful warrior princess that Orimi had so vividly managed to conjure up in her mind, gone was the forest, the tall cliff, the Samurai armor. All this was replaced with the harsh reality of what is. Orimi was merely a thirteen year old noble girl, youngest of four, who had not a chance of ever becoming a warrior like her brothers. Away went the golden hair and green eyes, instead Orimi had long, straight, silky white hair and (even more unusual) golden snake eyes. Although it had been argued that they looked more like cat eyes. But which ever it was, she had vertical pupils.
Surprisingly, out of all four of her father's children, she looked the most like him. He had spiky, snowy hair, tanned skin (like she had), and golden snake(cat?) eyes. Her eldest brother, Oro, had silky black hair and golden eyes, as well as skin every bit as white as her own hair. Oro was very kind to her, and was one of the very few people around that tolerated her constant daydreaming, others regarded it as an annoyance, something that should be stamped out of her. Her eldest brother on the other hand loved listening to her as she told him about her adventures, about her fantasies. He said that he enjoyed the way she always used descriptive words. Orimi loved to talk, she always talked about things, she always had something to say. Though there wasn't always someone around to listen.
Hitoshi, her second oldest brother, had spiky black hair, black eyes, and pale skin. He regarded her as an extreme bane on his existence. Constantly telling her to grow up, that no one would want to marry such a ditzy girl. Though the two of them had their moments.
Her response to that was always, "I don't want to marry anyone anyway." Which was only partially true. Orimi may be a constant daydreamer, but even she knew that she had to marry someday, after all, she belonged to the great Mamushi clan of Musashi country. Her father had been one of the very few lucky ones ever to be adopted into such a high class family. He was later married to a cousin, her mother, and thus made children that truly belonged to the clan.
Aodaisho, her third oldest brother, was a year older then herself. Only a few months ago Aodaisho completed him manhood ceremony, and since then he had completely ignored the fact that Orimi existed. Unlike the rest of them, he most resembled their mother. His hair was dark brown, his eyes were grey, and his skin was pale, not white like Oro, but more of a porcelain color. Sho (as she liked to call him to his annoyance) spent most of his time around the women's bathhouses, though he was rather clever and is yet to be caught. In fact, only Orimi knew where Sho went to when he wasn't training.
More then once, Orimi wondered where they got their strange appearances from. She had looked at paintings of ancestors from her mother's side of the family, but found nobody with their characteristics. She then wondered about her father's side, he was adopted, where did he come from? Apparently no one knew. She had even asked Mitsu's (her father) old nursemaid, who went simply by the name Yuki. All she ever got from the incredibly old women (yet she was still strong enough to chase her and her brothers around when they were younger. Heck, she still chases Orimi around) was that her father had a very mysterious past that should not be delved in. Which led Orimi to believe that the old women, who's presence was every bit as mysterious as her fathers, knew more then she let on.
Nobody was suspicious of that old lady, she was a commoner, and most commoners don't know their past.
Orimi had asked her father why he never tried to find his roots. In answer, her gently pulled her up onto his lap, "Orimi, it's not the past that concerns me, it's the present, and the future." When she frowned at this, not understanding, he tried to clarify it, "We forget the past, live the present, and plan for the future. I'm happy with the way things are, I feel no curiosity to whom my birth parents are, and you shouldn't either. Besides, I am a Samurai, I cannot simply leave to follow my own whims, Orimi." When she asked why her brothers couldn't go out, he sighed, "It's the exact same thing, they are also bushi, they cannot simply leave."
After this, she concluded that no one in her family had the slightest sense of curiosity. All of them were happy with the way things were. Why was she the only one to show interest? She asked Oro, and he said the same thing as her father; "Forget the past, embrace the future." But she didn't want to forget the past, she wanted to learn what it was. In her mind, that was completely different.
Her curiosity was great enough to send her to the library to pore through scrolls of families. She found absolutely nothing in the hundreds of dusty scrolls she read. After a few weeks of this, she wondered if her time was better spent in the library looking for books to read for fun, for she loved to read.
After a while, Orimi had to admit, she was defeated. But only momentarily. She was going to find out what she was, who her father really is.
But right now...
She sighed, she needed to get inside and change her kimono, and then burn it, these stains were not going to come out. Good thing it wasn't a very expensive kimono, otherwise her mother would have a heart attack.
Moving swiftly, she crept down the halls, and out into a small courtyard where the window to her bedroom was, ten feet off the ground. Unconcerned by the height, Orimi placed her foot on a tall chair that stood conveniently below her window, and grabbed the window ledge of the room below it. Hoisting herself up, she shifted sideways across the ledge to reach the rooftops, (the window was Aodasho's, and he was never there, she never worried about it) and scrambled on, only to tear her kimono even more.
It would have been even more difficult then it was now to walk on these rooftops on rainy days. Her sandals slid very easy. But it hadn't rained in over a week, so the roof was perfectly dry, easy access to her room. She reached over and pulled open her windows (they were never locked) and entered.
All this seemed like a lot of work, but if she had walked down the halls, she would have inevitably met her mother, who would scold her fiercely for her soiled clothes, and set her about doing needlework or something of the kind.
Changing out of her blue kimono, she put on a white one that was said to complement her hair, whatever that meant. Stowing the ruined clothing under her bed, Orimi pulled out her notebook and jotted down her latest daydream in it. Orimi loved to write, she often fantasize about one day writing a best-selling novel.
Beautiful princess... warrior... fought cowardly ninja... discovered who grandfather and grandmother was...
Orimi had never seen a ninja before, she had a hard time imagining one defeat a Samurai. But she had heard stories. There weren't any ninja in any of the Samurai countries, they all existed in the Land Across the Sea. Where she had heard were Ninja countries. Her sensei had told her that ninja's were dishonorable fighters, they attacked from behind, or used deception to confuse you. They did not attack from the front like our own, noble, honorable Samurai we are fortunate to have.
In Orimi's mind, ninja's were all evil Tengu. Though that didn't mean that she didn't want to see one.
There was a knock on her door, "Lady Orimi!" A frantic voice called through as Orimi quickly hid her notebook. "Come in!" she called, straighting up. Carin, her personal servant, flew in, with a wild look in her brown eyes, her black hair askew. Orimi would have been alarmed if she hadn't seen this happen before. White haired girl obviously forgot to do something, though she couldn't for the life of her remember what it was.
Carin was eighteen, and had been employed as Orimi's servant for the past four years. She was almost annoyingly devoted to Orimi, and seemed to almost read her mind, seeing as she always knew what Orimi wanted, or even where Orimi was at all times. Orimi was constantly telling her that she will probably have some grey hairs by the time she's twenty. Carin worried a lot. And she had a reason to, Orimi's inattentiveness often got her in trouble. She's stepped in a campfire, fallen down the stairs (numerous times), forgotten to go to lessons, spilled ink on her mothers most expensive kimono (Orimi managed to get out of trouble by blaming her mother's cat), fallen off a bridge into a fast flowing river (good thing Carin could swim really, really well) the list went on and on.
"What did I forget this time?" Orimi asked, suddenly tired. Carin looked at her with horrified disbelief, "The banquet, milady, the banquet" That's when Orimi remembered. Tonight there was suppose to be a feast of some kind, it took place in the Shogun's palace. This was the perfect opportunity for her parents to try to get other Nobles interested in taking her as a wife. Her two older brothers, Oro and Hitoshi, had already found a bride, and both were due to be married. While Orimi may accept that she had to get married someday, she didn't want to get married now. Her suitors had this mysterious tendency to loose interest in her. She knew her mother and father was very suspicious of this.
"Please milady," Carin begged, "Please tell me you bathed?" Orimi shifted guiltily, "Um, I did bathe... but I... uh... fell down..." Which was the basic truth wasn't it? It didn't matter, her servant let out a moan of horror. "Why Lady Orimi? Why!?" Orimi genuinely felt guilty now, she didn't like stressing out her maid, but it was a very easy thing to do.
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Orimi was bored.
Sure, at the start, thing were a little interesting. But now the only thing everyone was doing was talking. Orimi had no interest in anything they were saying. It was all about politics, what land was best, who was marrying who. Interesting to the people that actually cared about that stuff. But not to her.
She floated around, unable to hide her look of bored disdain on her face. It was dark out, and the sky was perfectly clear, she would rather be outside stargazing by the river side then here in this big stuffy room full of big stuffy people. Worst of all, her mother kept introducing her to potential suitors, some twice her age, some half her age, and only one around her actual age. Four were Samurai, three were politicians, and the one that was her age (actually, he was a year older) was a snobby brat named Jiro that thought himself better then her.
Worst of all, out of all this, was that Orimi couldn't daydream as she usually would in this situation. If she did, she'd lose sight of everything, and maybe make a dreadful mistake of some kind. Respond wrongly to a question, bump into someone, or break something. All would make her mother break down in tears when they got home.
"I get top marks in all my courses," Jiro bragged, "My father says I am a shoo in for becoming accepted as a Samurai. After all, I am going to have my manhood ceremony in a few months, and-" "It'll take more then a manhood ceremony to make you grow up," Orimi snapped, tired of the constant bragging. Honestly, what made him think she cared? He blinked, seriously offended by her slight, "Well, at least I will go on to become a Samurai, whilst you stay home and become a wife. Speaking of which, I just do not see why my father deems you worthy enough to be considered as my future wife, I don't want just anyone after all-" "Ohhh, I'm sooo ashamed of myself, not raising up to your expectations." Orimi said sarcastically. His comment about her only ever becoming a wife was a little wounding, though she wasn't about to tell him that.
"Well! I can see you do not appreciate good things when it comes to you-" "Yes, again, I am so ashamed of myself, you better leave and find someone else to talk to. Someone who actually likes you." Again, he was offended. But Orimi had had enough, she turned and walked towards the door that lead outside into the gardens. She knew she couldn't lie down, she'd ruin her kimono. Heavens she could swear she was wearing her weight in clothes.
The white haired girl enjoyed the silence and the cool wind that blew at her. It was incredibly peaceful. And it lasted about ten seconds before the silence was broken by the sounds of two male voices. Orimi was about to turn around and go inside, but stopped when she recognized one of the voices to be her fathers.
"Really Gemba, is it really only going to take that long?"
"Yes Mitsu, two more months, and the biggest invasion in Samurai history will be launched!"
Orimi would have liked to have heard more, mostly because it was the most interesting thing talked about these days. By Samurai of course, most ordinary civilians didn't know. But Jiro chose that moment to find her outside.
"Well, listening to other peoples conversations, and ruining your kimono on that filthy tree, how undignified for a-" "I thought I made it clear that I don't like you!" Orimi hissed as the voices of her father and his friend faded away.
"You are far too straightforward-"
"I know I am."
"And I wish you would stop interrupting me-"
"If I thought you were going to say anything that mattered to me, I wouldn't stop you."
"Hmph, well-"
"When is my family going home?"
I hope you people like my latest creation. I'm realitivly pleased with it. The two Samurai guards that you see near the beginning of the Naruto series (I forget their names... hmmm) have to come from somewhere right? There have to be Samurai countries too. I can also see that these countries would try to degrade ninja's as much as possible because they don't want to admit that they are better warriors. Anyway, I'll be continuing this story whether I get any reviews or not. But it wouldn't hurt to review.