Please forgive me, but I have no clue as to what I'm doing. Hopefully I do this right so I can begin writing my stories. Seeing how this will be my very first fanfiction, I must bring to your attention that I writed and create stories based around Satero (last name is subject to change, although I do like Notame). He is "changed" often to fit into a story. I plan on writing a Rosario Vampire fanfic and what not. This story will be a "M rated" story, due to my fascination with intercourse. I can be such a perv sometimes I swear…
Well, without further ado...
Prolouge: The Resolution
"Considering everything, you still want to go there?" the lavender-haired female asked me in surprise. Her gaze was piercing as always, but thankfully, she hadn't used her oh-so-scary visage thing.
"Well, Why not? Maybe I can find answers... maybe I can find a way to stop this-" I begin to relent, my idea becoming more and more resolute as I think about it.
"THOU ART TOUCHED IN THINE HEAD TO IMAGINE SUCH DRIVEL! AS THINE ONE REAL AND TRUE WIFE, I ADVISE THEE TO TURN AWAY FROM SUCH RISK!" an angry voice interruptted me.
"Tsukiumi, I-" I tried.
"Silence thy tongue, for I will hear no more." She interrupted. She crossed her arms in an irate huff, and turned away from me. Ouch.
"Satero," The lavender-haired woman once again recalls my attention. "MBI wont stand for it. It's a well protected secret. One that I was once tasking in protecting. You step foot on that island, and there's no turning back."
At this my eyes shift downward. My head was beginning to hurt. "Granny-Miya...I have to go. It has to be there." I argue. The pain in my head was surely traveling to my eyes, though I couldn't fathom why. I bit my lip and braced myself. I could handle the reactions. I looked up, Taking a good look into each woman's eyes. In Miya's, there was only concern. In Tsukiumi's were undiluted pride and anger. I turned to #10: Uzume, and she returned my gaze with a simple nod. #6 Homura, was sitting with her (or his) Ashikabi in the corner with understanding registering. Minato looked downright downcast, scared out of his mind. #88: Musubi stroked his hand comfortingly and smiled, but you couldn't miss the excitement in her eyes. #02 Matsu looked solemn, she of course being privy to the knowledge dropped on me. She took no pains to reassure her Ashikabi, Minato who was falling to pieces. This was serious. I kept looking. Kazehana #3, was looking as concerned for me as Miya was. Trinako #24, seemed to be far away. No doubt trying to imagine the outcome of my daring task. My eyes rove over a sleeping Kuu, and land finally on her. Yume. Her face was calm, masked. As I watched her face, she lowered her eyes at me and smiled slightly. The love and support there was unmistakable. That was all I needed. "That doesn't to me. I'm strong enough now. With or without your help," I addressed Minato's sekirei and mine, " I'm going to that ship. I'm going there and I'm taking that master jinki. One way or another..." I trail, my resolution beginning to pour into each word I say. "This crazy ass game that Minaka set up ends. Soon." With that I get up to prepare.
And that's what led to this... my thoughts reminded me, as I crouched clutching a dislocated right shoulder. Along with that, I've been sliced to ribbons and beaten to a plup. Yet still, here I am. "WHERE'S THAT FIRE YOU HAD? FINALLY GIVE UP?" the pink-haired sekirei screamed in hatred and victory as she descended upon me to deliver the killing blow, an ashen-haired woman smiling manically in the distance. I closed my eyes and steeled myself, then truned my gaze upward, and opened my eyes to my impending death.