Summary
He was forced to watch as his first home burned to the ground, forced to run as his second evaporated under intense flame, his third one though he was caught right in the middle. Thought dead by his mother, sister and peers his life is salvaged when one woman finds him amongst the wreckage in a clean-up, what is her name you might ask? Perhaps the name Balalaika rings a bell?
Throwing his arms to the side in a wide movement that would stretch his aching, sore muscles, a black haired teen leaned his head to the side as he disembarked the large Boeing 747 airliner that had just flown in from Thailand's capital of Bangkok.
The teen in question licked his lips wetting the taught pink skin and remedying the slight cracking that had occurred during his 6 hour flight from his home/ base of operations in Roanapur to Japans capital city of Shinto Teito that had been renamed from Tokyo 5 years prior.
Sighing loudly, he exited the Jetway and silently made his way to the queue that had gathered for border control.
Due to his waiting, a small crowd had gathered behind him to check in from their respective flights, seemingly fascinated by his scars and Heterochromatic eyesight they began to gossip behind him seemingly ignorant of his sensitive hearing.
"Mommy look, that man is really hurt!"
Raising an eyebrow silently at the small girl's outburst he chuckled lowly as the obvious mother stood behind her quietly pulled her to her hip, obviously the woman was of the panicky, paranoid sort that seemed typical of society nowadays, especially in such an advanced culture.
"Shh, Shizuka chan, it's not polite to point at people"
Restraining a snort at the reprimand he stepped up to the border control officer and pulled his passport from his left jean pocket, flipping it to the right page that showed his identity before he passed it to the pale, brown haired shaven man who passed it through a laser before quickly glancing at the name.
"Minato Pavlovena?" the guard of Asian descent asked for confirmation as Minato grunted and nodded, taking his passport back from the man who smiled in his direction, his lips curling up in a stiff smile.
"Have a great stay in Shinto Teito"
Turning his gaze away from the man he simply passed through the border control and bypassed the Luggage carousel, he could just draw the money out from a cashpoint anyway. 'Link' cashpoints provided international conversion so he could draw out in the local currency.
Making to exit the airport through the front doors, he scratched his neck idly and panned the area for anything out of place, it was a skill pummelled into him by his adoptive mother who emphasized the skill of perception, as in their line of work, enemies could be concealed anywhere.
There!
Eyes widening just a fraction to expose the blood vessels usually hidden by his eyelids he turned his head, feigning a glance in the direction of a boutique that sold various wares including diamond encrusted rings and gold wedding bands.
What he was really glancing at though, was located in his peripheral vision, so the detail of what he could perceive was greatly reduced, though the uniqueness of such a person made up for that as he took in her appearance.
A dark, almost midnight black shawl tied in a bow across a large, DD cup chest that was concealed expertly by a matching bikini top.
Below the waist, the person wore a Sarong secured by a military belt buckle that matched the colour of her bikini top and just about revealed the black knee high boots that tanned, slender calves descended into.
Unable to identify the more intricate features of her being in that split second though he turned his head back to the entrance where he stepped out into the bright sunlight that permeated Shinto Teito.
Focusing his grey and blue gaze upon the imposing black tower in the distance he sneered and turned right onto the pavements main road that would take him away from the centre of the city that bustled with tourism and everyday transport such as trams and motorcycles.
Making his way aimlessly down the road he mentally mapped the surrounding area for place marks and areas of use and interest.
A place that particularly stood out was a large field like area, bearing small plots of flowers and a wide paving design curled into the shape of a flower.
"Hm very nice" he, rumbled slowly as he continued on past it to a small off license that contained an ATM built into it side wall.
Pulling out his leather wallet from his pocket he withdrew his debit card from one of the slots inside and fed it into the machines corresponding shot, waiting for several precious seconds as it read the chip embedded in the card it came upon the pin screen.
Covering the keypad with his wallet, a force of habit these days his fingers blazed across the number pad that seemed riddled with specs of dirt.
With his pin code typed in securely he navigated his way to the withdrawal screen and selected the option for a different amount than what was on screen.
Withdrawing 44831¥ or todays rough equivalent of 300 sterling pounds he folded the roll of notes once before slipping it into the top leftmost area of his wallet that he quickly deposited back in its rightful position in his left pocket before leaving the ATM and continuing his trek down the road.
Hit true purpose for being in Shinto Teito some may find laughable, after all, what he wanted could be found on just about any corner of the earth.
The reason that he came to Japan though, was for the pursuit of education in economics, and what better place than the most powerful place on the planet, spearheaded in the shadows by the director of Mid Bio Informatics, or MBI for short Minaka Hiroto.
Currently though, he was in search of a house he could place a deposit on, and currently, he wasn't having much luck, but it did appear that the frequency of human contact lessened as he ventured north, so in an attempt to find lodgings for the time being that he could stay in while he purchased a property of his own.
Just as the rich, golden glow of the evening sunlight was about to sink below the horizon, bathing the city he was located in, in darkness, making his journey to find lodgings all the more dangerous, as, at night, crime festers in the shadows, and dangerous factions come out to play.
His luck, however shitty it may be, smiled upon him this time, as he came upon the entrance of a grand, ancient styled inn.
Glancing at the small flyer tacked to the wall he took in all the necessary parts, hashing them into an intelligible sentence in his mind as he entered into the gardens of the inn that permeated a sense of peace, mixed with something, incomprehensible.
Deciding on the respectful approach the teen lightly rapped his knuckles on the door, his body tilted to the side, his back arced in relaxation as he waited patiently for somebody to draw to the door to the side.
After a minute of waiting he sighted a blotted shadow approaching the door, their steps soft, almost silent, signalling that they were either trained extensively in stealth, or that they were extremely dextrous.
Quickly, the door was drawn to the side, revealing a stunning woman, bearing a curtain of hair coloured in deep purple hues and made up in hime style.
Sucking in a slow breath, Minato raised his head an inch to stare into the eyes of the woman raised several inches above the earth via bedrock concrete.
"I'm here to inquire about lodging for the night?" he spoke clearly, confidently and without arrogance.
Seeing the woman's eyebrows twitch up just a fraction he noted something resembling recognition. Filing that away for later, he stepped in as the woman turned and spread her arm inward.
"Please come in, we are currently just discussing the rules of Maison Izumo with one of my more, unruly tenants" she gave a saccharine smile and led him steadily into what appeared to be a main living room of sorts.
Seating herself on one of the couches, the purple haired woman gestured for him to do the same, and in respect of her consideration, sat down on the opposing couch.
"Now we may get down to business, firstly, my name is Miya Asama, landlady of the Izumo inn, and you are, young man?" she questioned, her slightly leaned posture, attentive gaze and tilted lip giving him all the signals of somebody interested in his roots.
"My name is Minato Pavlovena formerly Sahashi" Lying wouldn't work on this woman, her presence screamed that fact entirely.
Raising her eyebrow in apparent interest Miya focused deep, honey brown orbs on his heterochromatic gaze.
"Oh, why the sudden name change Minato san?" she would definitely get some dirt to hold over that Takami's head next time, damnable woman she was.
Taking a deep breath Minato leaned his head back, his bushy black hair falling back in response to gravity.
"My original family left me to die in a house fire, I lost my original eye as a result"
Eyebrows shooting up in shock, Miya reeled slightly at the information she had just received.
"well this is more than I expected" she mentally crowed, storing the information as she smiled once more, her smile now less sweet and instead more poisonous, with a hint of malice thrown in.
"I apologize for asking" Miya bowed her head in apology as Minato chuckled and waved her off.
"Now about that room I was asking for?" he hinted back to the original source of discussion as she shook her head clear of thoughts and mentally abdicated the taken rooms from the equation, leaving her only 2 more rooms, one upstairs, the other downstairs.
"Please, follow me"
With naught but a simple gesture, she stood back up, moved through the doorway and smiled back at him softly as she led him toward the downstairs vacant room 200.
"Here is your room for the night, dinner is at 8, if you can please be at the dinner table by then it would make me very happy, if not, please inform me beforehand".
Nodding in response, Minato entered the room quietly, and nodded as he turned back to face her "I will be there for dinner Miya san, thank you for having me, by the way, you never told me how much it would cost?" he probed as Miya giggled and waved a hand affectionately.
"Oh it's no problem, and don't worry, think of tonight as free stay, an apology for probing too far into your past"
Nodding, Minato turned on his heel and moved through the doorway into the room where he glanced back and smiled before closing the door.
Leaning his head back against the plasterboard, Minato drew in a breath as the conversation ended, it was always taxing of him when he had to think and respond to people instead of just grunting at them. The only one he truly conversed with on a personal level was his adoptive mother who, under the rough, tough, downright merciless exterior had a soft spot just for him. He chuckled, if she heard that he would be in deep, deep shit.
Shaking his head of unnecessary thoughts he ambled over to the double bed that lay in the corner, his gait lasting just long enough to take him within a few feet before he launched himself forward onto the soft quilt, burying his face in the pillows as he slowly began to fall into a daze between twilight and deep sleep.
DREAM
Master
"hn, who's there?" throwing out the question, Minato opened his eyes and examined the inky blackness of the landscape that revealed nothing, no detail, no objects, just, darkness.
"Master, I've finally found you"
Raising an eyebrow at the use of dialogue he backed up, continuing to do so as the darkness seemed to intrude upon him, stretching in his direction with aims of curiosity.
"Interesting" he uttered, eyes panning the darkness, regardless of any lack of danger, something was here, he just knew it, the twisting of his gut, the pounding of blood in his ears, the clenching of his intestinal muscles, something was wrong, and he could only guess what it was.
Closing his eyes momentarily he breathed a deep, hissing sigh that battered the walls of his throat.
"It's nice to see I have a competent master"
His eyes snapped open, blood rushing through his veins to the thin, flexible vessels in his eyes,, enhancing his dwindled human vision to the peak of human capability.
"Who are you?" his voice empowered by his experience in the inferno of lead hail and bloody seas.
"Indeed that is the question my dear master, do you not remember me, I'm hurt, it's only been a few hours and you discard my presence"
Narrowing his gaze, unable to pinpoint the source of voice that taunted him with the information that remained just outside his reach, he licked his lips that had dried upon the awakening of his nervousness and his fear of the unknown.
"I know not who you are, you say I have already had contact with you, I have contact with many people today, and only a handful have garnered my intense concentration, now tell me .YOU!" he demanded of the voice, his pitch lowering to a guttural, throaty growl, almost primal in it's nature.
"now, now, my beloved, no need to get angry, your replies so far have been impressive, you show the soul of a tainted, pained man, and yet, your intentions appear pure as the arctic oceans to the outsider, you give nothing to those who do not deserve it, you keep those who do not need to know, out of it, truly you are the one for me, my love, now come-"
The darkness twisted in front of him, twisting to the point where the very fabric of reality began to tear.
From this twisted, knotting darkness, a woman stepped, her tanned form clad in black, her shawl tied in a bow before her breasts.
Eyes widening in realization, he took in her facial features, the only thing he couldn't see at the time if he was right.
Deep alluring purple eyes.
Angled nose.
Straight, but full, lips.
A pointed chin.
All framed by untamed midnight black hair that curled around her features, her long fringe covering her forehead with a particularly long group of strands falling to the right side of her nose.
"You!" Minato exclaimed, as the hooded woman chuckled.
"Yes, me, now, kiss me, my master"
Launching forward suddenly, the stunning woman secured his lips with her own, her tongue shooting out of her own open mouth and into his own, shocked one.
Ignoring her deep, black coloured wings that blended in with the darkness, she basked in the euphoria of finally being winged, closing her eyes and pushing forward into his still form.
As their kiss tapered off, her wings dying down as a result, she felt him pull back, his soft, luscious lips disconnecting from hers leaving a residual trail of saliva connecting their bodies and souls together, proof of their union that would last an eternity.
Looking up into his intense questioning gaze, the hooded woman sighed happily, stepping forward and slouching into his chest.
"Yahan, no.57 by the shadows of my contract, defend the soul of my ashikabi" she spoke these words with complete sincerity, without anger, without malice, just pure love and devotion.
"Now, my beloved, let us go back to your place of residence, ne?"
So, what do you think, from what I have researched, this is the first sekirei/black lagoon fic, I thought, it would be an interesting idea, so just tell me what you think of it, review, private message, I don't care, I just want to know whether you think it's a good, idea or not (shrugs).
Aaanyyyway, I guess that's all, oh and if somebody can send me a personality profile of Yahan if they have one I would be thankful, but yeah, see ya!
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